Chapter 13

Kari hopped up onto the massage bench, her energy playful but charged. She let her legs dangle, stretching her feet slowly, then wiggling her toes in front of us like bait.

Ken’s voice rang out, calm but commanding: “Brit. In front of my wife. Now.”

Brit stepped forward.

“Come on, pretty girl,” Kari purred, fluttering her perfectly pedicured toes in Brit’s face. “Suck my toes.”

Brit raised her eyebrows, unsure, and gave me a hesitant glance.

Ken didn’t wait.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed her head down until her nose touched Kari’s right big toe.

“Ouch, Ken!” Brit yelped—but she didn’t pull away.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Kari snapped, voice turning instantly sharp. “You address my husband as Sir. Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Brit answered immediately.

I couldn’t help but be impressed—how quickly she was adapting to every shift in tone, every new rule, every line in the sand. It was like her brain was rewiring itself in real time.

Without a word, Brit spread her legs wide for balance, arched her ass into the air, and braced her hands on the bench’s edge. Then she extended her tongue and gave Kari’s toe a long, slow lick.

Kari exhaled a deep, approving sigh. “Mmm...”

But then: “I told you to suck, not lick. Do you know the difference?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Brit murmured.

“What?” Kari barked. “Can’t hear you. Ken—spank her.”

Smack!

“OW!” Brit cried out as Ken’s hand met her right cheek with a satisfying slap.

“I know the difference, ma’am!”

Ken grinned and stood behind her, letting his thick, heavy cock drop down—and start slapping against her round, red ass.

The sound was obscene. Measured. Erotic chaos.

Brit held her breath, tense. Unsure if Ken was about to shove that massive cock into her tight asshole. Her whole body braced for impact.

Ken teased the wide head of his cock up and down her ass crack—slowly, purposefully—then across her puckered hole.

She froze.

But when she realized he wasn’t going to take her dry and rough, a visible wave of relief washed through her. She let out a shaky sigh and leaned forward, taking Kari’s right foot in both hands.

Then she opened her mouth—and sucked.

Her lips wrapped around Kari’s big toe, slurping it in with a soft moan.

Ken didn’t stop. He alternated between spanking her with his palm and swatting her with the head of his cock, grazing her pussy lips, brushing her thighs, teasing her from every angle.

Kari grinned wickedly and turned to me.

“Her mouth’s too dry,” she said. “Spit on my toes. No. Better—spit in her mouth. And then spit on my toes.”

I grabbed a handful of Brit’s hair—firm, but careful not to pull too hard—and lifted her face from Kari’s toe. Her mouth hung open, wet and waiting.

I leaned in and spit right onto her tongue.

Then, without missing a beat, I turned to Kari’s feet and let another stream of spit fall across her perfectly polished toes. Again. And again.

Brit gasped—”Oh god!”—as Ken suddenly grabbed her hips and slid his cock deep into her soaked pussy from behind. He held still at first, letting her adjust to the sheer size and weight of him.

Her body tensed. Then she exhaled, her tongue slipping back out to resume licking Kari’s foot.

“Mmm ... fff ... mmmfff...” she moaned around the toe now filling her mouth. Her eyes met Kari’s, wide and hungry.

Ken began to move. Slow, controlled thrusts that quickly grew faster—rougher—merciless. His hips slapped against her ass, and the sound filled the room like a metronome of filth.

I reached down and fondled her breasts, letting my fingers tug her nipples as Ken drilled her deeper.

“Spit in her face!” Kari barked.

I obeyed instantly.

One thick gob landed on Brit’s cheek. I leaned closer, licked her skin, then nibbled her ear as Ken pounded into her from behind.

Brit’s body rocked with each stroke. Her moans grew louder. More desperate.

“Oh ... fuck ... oh ... god ... oh fuck!”

Watching her get wrecked by the same cock that had filled my ass countless times stirred something wicked in me. There was no jealousy—only a twisted kind of intimacy.

“You ungrateful little cunt,” Kari snapped. “I let my husband and my boyfriend fuck your stinky slit. The least you can do is suck all my toes. Not one toe. All of them.”

Brit, dazed and flushed, tried to comply—stretching her mouth as wide as she could, stuffing her lips around all of Kari’s toes.

I almost laughed. She looked ridiculous—and ridiculously hot. Her mouth stuffed, her eyes glazed. But I couldn’t laugh. I was too fucking turned on.

She had no idea what was coming.

I knew.

Kari’s plan was risky—maybe the riskiest yet. It could blow everything up. But fuck it. I was ready.

I stepped back silently, aiming my cock between Brit’s face and Kari’s foot.

And waited.

Ken didn’t let up—his cock pounding Brit’s pussy in wet, rhythmic thrusts. Beautiful.

Kari turned and locked eyes with me.

She nodded.

Now.

I started to piss.

The stream hit the side of Kari’s foot and splashed outward—warm, golden, unstoppable.

Brit flinched, instinctively pulling back.

Ken grabbed her by the head and pushed her forward.

My piss hit her cheek. Then her lips. Then splashed all over Kari’s toes.

Brit froze for a beat.

Then—she closed her eyes and sucked.

Toes. Piss. Heat. Humiliation.

She took it.

I kept going, piss pouring over her face, down her neck, into her hair. She didn’t flinch again. Didn’t pull away. Didn’t say a word.

Kari rubbed her own pussy with one hand, squeezing her tit with the other. Her moans turned breathless, ragged.

Ken was pounding Brit’s cunt like a machine. Her ass slapped loudly against his thighs, juices flying, her breath coming in gasps.

Emboldened, I tilted my stream upward, spraying over Kari’s hand and soaked pussy, then slowly let it fall—over Brit’s spine, down the curve of her ass ... and finally all over Ken’s cock and abs as he thrust in and out of Brit’s squelching slit.

Ken looked at me—grinning ear to ear.

“You done, buddy?” he asked, laughing. “Wanna switch?”

Before I could even nod, Ken pulled out of Brit and stepped aside. We switched places like it was choreography—his cock dripping, mine already rising again, ready for the next act.

I waited just a few seconds, stroking myself as Brit moaned into Kari’s toes—pussy slick, body spent, face soaked. When I was hard enough, I slid into her with ease, every inch sinking into the heat of her well-used cunt.

“Yesss ... oh fuck yes...” Brit gasped, letting Kari’s toes fall from her lips. “Your cock, Leo—fuck me—it’s yours—fuck me, baby!”

“Baby?” Kari laughed. “I’ll let that slide once. Now hush and get your mouth on the other foot.”

Brit obeyed instantly, lowering her head and wrapping her lips around Kari’s left foot. Her body trembled—but she stayed steady, balancing on elbows and knees like a perfect, filthy offering.

Then Ken let loose.

His stream arched through the air and splashed onto Kari’s foot, droplets bouncing onto Brit’s chin and throat. Adjusting the flow, he pissed directly onto Brit’s head, down her neck and shoulder. I groaned, still pounding her from behind, her pussy gripping me tighter with every shock of heat against her skin.

Ken stepped beside me and playfully pushed me back, reclaiming Brit’s body. While I caught my breath, he began pissing across her lower back and ass.

I stepped closer, gently spreading her cheeks—and Ken, with zero hesitation, let the last of his stream drizzle along the crack of her ass, warm and gliding.

Brit squirmed, muffled moans vibrating around Kari’s toes, but didn’t move away. She was deep in the game now, riding the edge of pain and pleasure.

Still half-hard, Ken shoved back into her pussy, slick with spit and sweat and everything else. Brit whimpered, overwhelmed and overstimulated—and loving it.

While they rocked together, I turned to Kari. Her eyes met mine, fire burning behind them.

“Go on,” she whispered. “Mark me.”

I brought my cock to her chest, watched her bite her lip in anticipation—and let it go. My stream hit her breasts, trickling over her hard nipples like molten gold. It felt unreal—like time had slowed, like I was watching something sacred and profane all at once.

Like those slow-motion nature clips ... a drop falling from a leaf to a spider’s web.

Only this time, it was me—marking Kari’s perfect tits, her flawless skin, her commanding body.

“God, that’s hot,” she breathed, watching the stream trail down her curves.

My chest ached. Not with pain—with want.

For her. For all of this.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to fall to my knees ... or fuck her until we both disappeared.

But the hunger won out.

I stepped to the bench, grabbed the back of her neck, and guided her down onto her back, her legs lifted, her ass perched perfectly on the edge.

She wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me in.

At the same time, Ken drove into Brit with renewed force, keeping her bent low, guiding her head forward until her face was level with Kari’s nipple.

Brit opened her mouth and latched on instinctively, sucking greedily as Kari arched beneath both of us.

“Harder,” Kari gasped.