The Immortal, Volume 2
Copyright© 2024 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 77
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 77 - Volume 2 is a compendium of the next thirty-eight chapters of Jim’s saga. As his relationship with Mandy deepens, the hints of her troubled marriage cause him to question their future, his motivation, and hers. Is he also a monster, corrupting her? And when others become involved in their shared world, Mandy’s innate talents are revealed. (Warning: Jim predates nifty little modern sexuality tags; if it's pleasurable or called for, he will do it.)
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual BDSM Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Exhibitionism Oral Sex Water Sports
Despite the chill, the sunshine was dazzlingly bright. With the powerful aromas of both aroused women flooding the car, I headed across town. As they whimpered, I let my mind wander in a vain attempt to lower the ache in my hardened rod. Every quiet moan synced with a memory from Rio. Not so much Rosa, but the nightclub raid I’d joined one night.
Of course, the bloodsuckers had been tipped off and absconded. But the back rooms they’d inhabited were wall-to-wall bodies. Still alive, a slew of attractive young erstwhile clubbers in various stages of undress lay scattered across couches and the carpeted floor. It was a raunchier, darker version of the resort’s orgy pit. Moaning in ecstasy from their last feeds or continuing a variety of languid carnal activities, the wild-eyed, pretty people had barely noticed our entry.
At a forceful groan, I looked in the rearview mirror. Head back, rolling along the rear of the seat, Cinder was panting while thrusting her pelvis into Mandy’s pumping hand. The links of the heavy chain leash rattled as it swayed between her upthrust breasts.
Likewise, the petite tease’s frame was also bucking while she slurped hard on Cinder’s neck. And I knew what that sensation was doing to my—pet. With louder squelches, the lithe blonde’s fingers were racing between Mandy’s shaking legs.
All of which was not helping reduce the throbbing discomfort of my achy mast. With the ice princess clenching her teeth, I didn’t want her to get off just yet. Besides, it was an opportune time to test my control.
“Stop, slave.”
“Y-Yes, master.” Her blindfolded head lowered to face me. She eased her hand upwards to suck on glossy fingers. With a groan, she twisted on the leather seat. “Mmm, but she’s not.”
Yeah, my impish lover was in another world, playing with her latest toy. Not so much my pet as hers. But again, I had a plan, and it involved both remaining on edge.
“Slut, behave,” I commanded while taking us onto a busier road that led from town.
Although she wouldn’t speak and give herself away, she removed her hand. But she was no slave. And to prove that point, her mouth drifted from the pale woman’s pulsing neck to drag her tongue around a dark coral-tipped nipple.
“Oh, mmm.” With a moan, Cinder arched into Mandy’s teasing lips. “M-Master, w-who is she?”
“Somebody very special.” At my words, the imp slowed, and her blindfold moved to face me. “Do you mind her playing with you, slave?”
“Oh, mmm.” She bucked as sharp teeth nipped at her rubbery stem. “Nuh-uh, master.”
“Good.” I chuckled under my breath while turning onto a winding access road. “She seems to enjoy you.”
Right as I navigated through thickening vegetation, a murmured cry erupted. I looked up to find Mandy had once more lowered her hand. But she was only dragging a shiny nail along the blonde’s weeping seam. It was easing closer to the angry clit, glistening in the mottled sunshine.
“Mm-hmm.” Head back once more, every muscle in Cinder’s stretched sleek frame was shaking. “She does, m-master.”
“Slut!”
Although Mandy jerked and again removed the offending finger, she faced me while sliding the glossy digit around her lips. That mischievous expression was only partially blocked by the blindfold. Ah, that was her little game. By tormenting Cinder, she was teasing me. She knew my throbbing cock was pushing hard against my shorts. I couldn’t help releasing a quiet chuckle. Yep, we were a team.
When the car bumped onto a tree-shadowed dirt access road, both yelped while swaying. But I kept quiet, focused on the approach. Perfect, the site I’d chosen for them was one Debbie and I had used before to play in simpler times.
After rolling from the shadows and moving across a sunlit, broad gravel-strewn asphalt patch, I halted the car. Neither spoke, but both blindfolded heads tracked me as I stepped out and walked to the trunk. Although the sun was even brighter, fall’s cooler grip clasped the browning vegetation and shimmering ground.
First, I sent a cluster of camera drones skyward into a chilly gust. Just beyond a narrow screen of thin trees, the continuous sounds of passing cars were loud, marking the highway. But blindfolded, the women wouldn’t know the view was blocked. And, once the cameras were in place, neither would the video’s audience, as they’d be facing inwards from the direction of the road.
Next, I retrieved a weighty, solid chain and a whisk broom. After crossing the pad, I tossed the former over a rusted but still solid horizontal beam. It stretched from a twisted pylon beside an old weed-choked railway bed. A quick adjustment and the chain was set. A cooling gust had no effect on its heft. Once I’d swept loose gravel and dirt from the asphalt around the dangling metal loops, I returned to the car.
When I snatched the heavy links to tug Cinder from the rear, she yelped, but stayed quiet as I dragged her click-clacking heels towards the hanging chain. Still immobile despite the gusty wind, it glittered in the sunshine. Although her head whipped, tracking the passing vehicles, she said nothing.
The widest grin crossed my face while moving her shackles into position. Yes, I’d promised her discretion, and she trusted me. Only a loud groan escaped her as I dropped the heavy leash against her shaking frame to stretch her arm upward. Her heated breath sliced across me as I attached its cuff to the chain. Once the other was also connected, I adjusted the height until she was wobbling on the shiny toes of her shoes. After unclasping the thick leash, I took a step backward and inspected her.
“Hmm, slave.” I ran a hand along her gleaming ribs as her pale, naked frame swayed in a warmer breeze. “You make quite the beautiful roadside attraction.”
“Th-Thank you, um, master.” She gulped, then tensed when a truck rumbled past, but added nothing more.
As I trudged back to the car, her shoe tips scraped so she could continue facing me. Her need was pulsing in my core even as I tossed the heavy leash into the trunk and reached for Mandy. She wore no shoes and yipped as shiny rocks dug into her bare feet.