Le Français
Copyright© 2024 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 85
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 85 - On the hunt for the mysterious crimelord 'Le Français,' Detective Sinead Connors meets financial wizz Marc Fornier. When she needs his help in her investigation, Marc decides that she can pay him back through a little game...
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Coercion Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Crime BDSM DomSub MaleDom Light Bond Rough Spanking Group Sex White Male White Female Oriental Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Public Sex Small Breasts Slow
Marc was ... fucking amazing. Sinead couldn’t believe the things he was doing to her. Her body felt hot and cold, buzzing with energy and completely relaxed and mellow. He’d brought her up to a near-climax and then held her there for what might have been minutes, or hours, or something. Time was feeling loopy under the blindfold and she didn’t give a fuck because she’d just wanted to come and he wasn’t letting her, but the agony of being denied was awfully sweet.
Then he’d changed things up on her again. Part of Sinead thought the change of pace, keeping her on her psychological toes, was where he really shone. His pussy eating skills were top notch, but she’d already known that. His kissing game was also strong as fuck and left her wanting more every time he pressed his lips to hers.
And his cock tasted good. Manly, without being musky. Blowing him while blindfolded had been kind of a trip, let alone while handcuffed and unable to stroke him or direct his cock around. And when he took control, all she could really do was drop her jaw and let him use her mouth...
It was tough to argue with the effect it had on her, even if getting her mouth fucked was something she’d never thought she’d enjoy. And now she couldn’t wait for it to happen again.
Then he’d done it to her again, changing things up. He’d let her come on his tongue.
And God he must have been holding out on her on purpose or something because when he went from her sucking his cock to him licking her, he was using an entirely different technique. His tongue danced over her. His lips were soft and teasing where they’d been firm and demanding before. Both ways were good, and she’d almost come from the first technique several times, but the unexpected change sent new thrills through her.
“Oooh, fuckfuckfuck, you French fuck,” she moaned, gasping and panting, pulling on the handcuffs as her body tried to curl in on itself and her pussy felt like it was boiling over. Marc used his tongue as a hard little tip, circling around her clit, and his chin brushed smoothly over slick lips as he suddenly sucked on her hard.
Sinead came, feeling her hot juices leaking out of her, moaning into the darkness of her blindfold.
“Thank you,” she panted. “Thank you. So good. Thank you.”
She hated that she was fucking thanking him like a needy little ... she wasn’t even sure what. But it babbled out of her anyways as her mind swam through the hazy murk of her orgasm.
She felt Marc climb up onto the bed, having lost track of him for a moment, from the side. Knee-walking across the mattress towards her head. She knew what was coming and turned her face in his direction, eagerly opening her mouth for him.
“Good girl, Sinead,” he growled softly, and his cock tapped against her lower lip twice before he fed her just the velvety tip.
“Mmmhmm,” she moaned, tasting that manly taste again mixed with a dash of his precum, letting her know he was enjoying this just as much as she was. He just had more control.
Then Marc leaned forward and started licking her pussy again with those teasing little touches and she rolled her hips, wanting more contact.
Except Marc was kneeling near her head, his cock in her mouth.
He wasn’t kneeling between her legs, eating her out.
But someone was.
She spit out his cock. “What the fuck!?”
“Shhhh, Sinead,” Marc said, resting his hands on her arms as the redhead yanked against her handcuffs instinctively. “Do you trust me?”
Felicity had given the woman a couple of licks, and when the Detective had reacted, she’d sat up and away. Marc had thoroughly enjoyed watching the blonde tease the redhead, Felicity being careful not to give away the game by brushing Sinead with her breasts or hair. He’d been a little concerned that the Detective would piece things together that Felicity didn’t have any stubble on her cheeks or chin, but his buxom partner in crime had gotten their ‘victim’ revved up to the point that she didn’t notice.
Sinead hesitated from pulling her hands loose from the hook in the bed frame, maybe at Marc’s touch or maybe at his words. He wasn’t stopping her from moving; his touch was quite possibly as gentle as he could make it, letting her know he was there but not seeking to impede her in any way. This was the most dangerous part of the game he’d set up for the evening and he knew it - he’d very much stretched the meaning of Sinead’s blanket consent by bringing in Felicity.
The question was whether the Detective was willing to be stretched or if she was going to snap.
“Who the fuck is here with us?” Sinead demanded. “Who’s been- Who- Who’s been eating my pussy!?”
Marc let his hands settle a little more firmly on Sinead’s arms. Still not holding her or stopping her, but reassuring her. “I thought that it was perhaps time for you to meet my dear Felicity, Detective. She’s been helping me out here and there with her opinions on our little game, as you know. She also helped me with a favour I had to call in for some information on your case.”
“Hello, darling,” Felicity said, smiling at Marc as she put her hands on Sinead’s shins just above where the spreader bar was still keeping the redhead wide open for both their view. “You are absolutely gorgeous, and I hope you don’t mind me saying that you taste delicious, too.”
“Oh my Gawd,” Sinead groaned, grimacing under the blindfold and clearly having a little mental war within herself about the situation - the multiple orgasms were likely not helping her clarity of thought. “Um. Hi.”
“Now, I think it’s prudent if I ask you again, ma petite rebelle, ” Marc said. “Do you trust me?”
“After this?” Sinead scoffed. “Barely.”
“That’s not a no,” Felicity said with a little smirk.
Sinead let out a huff of air and bit the inside of her cheek for a moment. “Yeah, well, I am bare-ass naked right now. So barely trusting him fits.”
Felicity snorted at the awful pun, and Marc just rolled his eyes.
“I’d very much like to keep teasing you and making you come,” Felicity purred, sliding her hands up Sinead’s legs and swapping from her outer calf to inner thigh.
Sinead let out a delightful little grunt that was just one step away from a whimper.
“Watching you with her was extremely arousing, Sinead,” Marc said, leaning down and whispering to her as he kept one eye on Felicity. He brought his lips to within a couple of inches of the redhead’s, and Felicity continued to slide her hands slowly towards the apex of Sinead’s thighs, dragging her perfectly manicured fingernails across the Detective’s tender, pale skin.
“You really are a fucking bastard, Marc,” Sinead grunted.
“And you love it, ma petite rebelle,” he grinned. “Now give Felicity permission to really show you how lovely she thinks you are, and then these pretty little lips of yours will get back to work where they belong.”
Sinead sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly, her chest rising and falling enticingly. “Felicity,” she said slowly. “I’d ... could you...?”
“Of course, darling,” Felicity grinned, leaning forward and giving Sinead’s pussy a teasing little lick. This time, she let her long blonde hair fall to the side, brushing silkily against the inside of Sinead’s thigh, and she used both hands to push the back of the Detective’s thighs so she would raise her knees a little higher. This meant that Felicity’s big breasts could push against them a little, giving Sinead another reminder that it was a woman down there.
“Good girl, Detective,” Marc murmured.
“Fuck you,” Sinead murmured right back. “Now kiss me.”
Marc smirked but did as she demanded, deciding that giving her that one was fair. He kissed her and added in a soft massage of her tight little breast, her rubbery nipple grinding against his palm. Then, once he felt she’d gotten enough of what she’d asked for and Felicity had her breathing just shy of a pant, Marc raised up from her lips. “Time to suck my cock, Sinead,” he told her.
Her response was to turn her face much as she had before, but this time she stuck out her tongue in a somewhat ridiculous display, so Marc didn’t just tease the blindfolded woman to get her ready for more like a thoughtful partner should - he slid the head of his cock along her tongue, deep into her mouth, and then right back out again before pressing the shaft to the side of her face so she could feel the heat of it and her own spittle getting wiped on her.
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