Bonds of Matrimony (All Wrapped Up 9)

Bonds of Matrimony (All Wrapped Up)
Second Edition
Lena Austin
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Copyright ©2020 Lena Austin

A tall male human wearing ancient livery from about eighteenth century Europe herded them all inside into a climate-controlled hall of gargantuan proportions. Alex would have killed for three minutes to study the art and architecture, but they were ushered directly into a room where another human male lounged on a Greco-Roman couch, spanking a naked female.

The female, as pale-skinned as Alex, writhed but did not appear interested in escape. Indeed, her blonde hair obscured her face, but her hands fondled her exposed breasts in sexual pleasure with every stroke of the palmetto fan paddle on her pink buttocks. Her gasps and soft cries of pleasure were clearly audible.

The male, dressed only in a pair of cream-colored loose pants, was a burly man of truly mixed heritage. His skin was a perfect dark tan, and his musculature spectacular. Like Alex, he wore his black hair shoulder length, though his was tied with a simple thong at the back.

Even Alex felt a moment of desire, and he normally was not interested in other males. His cock hardened, and Alex glanced around at their fellow guests, slightly embarrassed. He need not have worried. From the glazed looks, hardened nipples, tented trousers, and other evidence, the sight affected all of them. Apparently, he wasn't the only deviant among the guests. Even his wife panted and squeezed his hand with every stroke of the fan.

Their shepherd stepped forward hastily, arresting the spanker's attention. "My deepest apologies, Master Augustine. They did not mean to interrupt your pleasures. Would you prefer to greet our guests later at dinner?"

Rendol Augustine surveyed them all with perfect calm before turning his attention to their guide. "No, Delos. Let them stay and watch." He smiled impartially at them all and gave the lovely lady another spank. "They are all voyeurs to a certain extent. And --" One of his fingers dipped into his victim's sex and came up glistening before he licked it off. "-- some get off on being watched."

The blonde lifted her head to reveal perfect features and blue eyes so light as to be almost colorless. A rare genotype to be sure. She smiled at them all before putting her head back down, clearly implying she did enjoy being the center of the display.

Master Augustine slapped one rosy buttock with his bare hand. "I caught Tira here playing in the dildo collection. Hardly a crime worth calling the authorities, wouldn't you say? But definitely in need of some form of punishment, so I chose to mete out justice on my own." He delivered another stinging blow to the other cheek. "Naughty girls mustn't play in the Master's toys without permission."

Tira squirmed and panted out, "Yes, Master."

Millicent leaned back against his chest, almost as if her legs would not hold her further. Her breaths were coming so hard and fast, Alex feared she'd faint.

Almost automatically, his right hand fondled his wife's soft breast through her bikini top. Alex could claim perhaps that he reacted to the scene in front of him, but deep inside he knew he wanted to mimic every action that brought the blonde to orgasm.

His fellow attendees seemed just as affected. Alex was not the only partner unabashedly fondling their mate, though he had to avert his eyes from the two females. Alex knew he enjoyed that display more than he cared to admit publicly.

Millicent was not so inhibited. She seemed to frankly relish every act going on around them, though her eyes repeatedly strayed back to their host and his victim. Her nipples were harder than asteroids, and her breathing matched the blonde's panting cries for orgasm.

In response to that unspoken plea, Alex rolled and pinched Millicent's nipples while his left hand crept inside her bikini to pinch her round bottom. The scent of female musk filled the room, fueling their passions. Alex no longer cared who saw them, and he doubted most sincerely if anyone else cared if the meet and greet with Rendol Augustine turned into an orgy.

In fact, several of the guests removed clothing, stripping without anyone else batting an eyelash. Several couples hit the floor or bent one partner over the furnishings. The two male partners made use of a delicate footstool. Alex hoped the little gold and cream thing could stand the abuse. Panting and bedroom language filled the air.

Millicent herself reached up and yanked on the string holding her bikini top around her rib cage, all the while writhing in time to every pinch he made to each buttock cheek. "Yes, Alex. More, please. More."

Happy to oblige, Alex tugged at the string holding her bikini on her dark hips, and shoved it down until it fell to her ankles. He eyed the sofa and coffee table directly in front of them. The top of the sofa was softly plump, perfect for bending his long-legged wife over. After a short debate as to whether to put his wife on her back and eat her soft flesh until she screamed or put her over the sofa for a fuck and spank, Alex decided on the latter. After all, the spanking turned her on. So why not indulge her fantasy?

Rendol Augustine's eyes seemed to glow for a moment when Alex threw his darkling wife over his cream colored sofa and imitated his every wallop on the blonde's now bright pink ass. He nodded, smiled, and slowed down to show him every choice of where to spank for maximum impact.

The rest of his fellow guests indulged their own sexual preferences shamelessly. The slap of flesh, exhortations of, "Deeper, harder, faster," and the scent of sexual indulgences filled the room. The orgy was in full swing, with even Delos having been called upon to indulge one female's preference for two males at once. Their shepherd's cock slid down her throat while her partner stuffed her pussy with his equally hard cock. Alex hoped the furnishings in the room were sturdy enough, but he need not have concerned himself. Rendol Augustine owned the entire Class M planet. He probably gave the furniture not one second of thought.

The blonde in Rendol's lap now squirmed in earnest. "Master, please! I beg forgiveness. Please, please fuck me. I beg for your cock."

Millicent squeaked with every smack on her beautiful ass, but those tiny squeaks brought back fond memories of their student days. Alex knew that sound was pleasure-based, a remnant of those days when they had to be quiet or risk discovery. Her hand reached backwards, fumbling for his cock to fondle.

Alex kept his aching rod out of reach deliberately. This was all about her, for the moment. He wanted her to beg for release, just as the blonde on Rendol Augustine's lap did. His discomfort was unimportant. Besides, he was having fun. For once, Alex was in total control, and he luxuriated in the novelty.

Millicent and the blonde Tira groaned simultaneously. The sound echoed around the room from many of the participants. The slap of flesh on flesh grew in frequency, matching the music that filtered through a hidden sound system. "Can-Can" was the name, if Alex remembered his ancient art studies. The musical beat was perfectly matched by the sexual beat.

With his free hand, Alex checked Millicent's readiness for sex and found her hot and wet, so ready in fact that she squealed when he touched her. Pleased he'd produced a new reaction from her, Alex slid his fingertip from her vagina to her clit, using her own lubrication.

Rendol snatched Tira from his lap and stood, his pants showing an impressive erection beneath the thin fabric. He put the red-cheeked blonde on the floor and permitted her to remove his trousers. "With your teeth."

"Yes, Master." Tira obeyed, clasping her hands behind her back and using tongue and teeth to perform the service.

"Please! Oh, please!" Millicent's throaty pleas had enough desperation to excite any man.

Briefly, Alex debated putting her on her knees before him, but they often did that trying to get him erect. He wanted nothing of their past to spoil the moment. These circumstances required something different. Alex bit his lip and risked a stinging slap on his wife's rear. "Quiet. Be still."

"Oh!" After one jerk, Millicent turned her head to let him see one amused brown eye. She put her head down until her braids obscured her face. Then, to his astonishment, she giggled.

"Million Dollar" Millicent Devereaux had giggled. His jaw dropped, and Alex tried to wrap his mind around the concept that she seemed to enjoy what he'd done. Alex yanked his pants down, anxious to enjoy this new development.

Rendol's lips twitched as he caught Alex's gaze. Then he winked and grabbed a handful of Tira's sunshine hair. "Assume the same position as our guests on the sofa, Tira. Both of you ladies will be fucked together."

Tira obeyed with such speed, Alex thought she'd vault over the back of the sofa. As soon as her blonde hair tumbled to grace the creamy cushions, she grabbed Millicent's hand and squeezed.

Millicent, normally not demonstrative of emotions, squeezed back and exchanged a grin with her couch companion.

Rendol kicked off his pants and sauntered over to join them, his eyes surveying the other guests with cool assessment. When he'd positioned himself behind his lovely victim, he grinned in a comradely fashion at him. "Shall we?"

Alex entered into the spirit of the orgy. "Yes, let's. The ladies have earned a little reward, haven't they?"

Two giggles erupted from their sun and shadow darlings. Both wriggled in anticipation, their sexes pinkly gleaming and ready.

Their host virtually purred. "If they haven't, they will." He looked down at Millicent. "Won't they?"

Unbelievably, Alex heard Millicent reply in a soft, feminine voice. "Yes, Master Augustine. Yes, Master Alex."