It was a beautiful summer day, and I walked into the mansion with my husband, Marcus. We were both excited to meet our old friend, Angela, who had agreed to come over after several months of us chatting online. Angela was a gorgeous young woman with a body that could make any man or woman weak in the knees. She was passionate about exploring her submissive side and had expressed an interest in being utilized in our BDSM fantasies.
As we entered the foyer, we could hear music coming from the backyard party area. A variety of people were laughing and enjoying themselves under the warm sun. In the depths of the mansion, we heard a familiar voice calling out to us. It was Angela! She came running towards us with a big smile on her face; she had grown her hair longer and was wearing a sexy outfit that accentuated her curves perfectly.
"Angela, darling! You look amazing!" I exclaimed, hugging her tightly before introducing her to Marcus. "Honey, this is Angela! Remember when we talked about her? She's our special guest for today!" Marcus came over and held out his hand for a firm handshake.
"It's so great to finally meet both of you in person!" Angela beamed at us, blushing slightly. "I've heard so much about your playroom... It's always been a dream of mine to be part of your BDSM adventures." She bit her lip, waiting for our response.
Marcus and I exchanged glances; we both knew exactly what we wanted to do with Angela today. "Well, sweetheart," I began, taking her hand softly in mine, "I'm sure you'll love this little surprise we've got planned for you." We led her down the hallway, past several lavishly decorated rooms, until we reached our private dungeon. The room was dimly lit with candles flickering on various surfaces around us. A large wooden table stood in the center of the room, with restraints dangling from its edges.
We helped Angela climb onto the table and secured her wrists and ankles to the restraints. She looked at us nervously but also excitedly. "Now, Angel, this might come as a bit of a surprise to you," Marcus began, his voice deep and commanding. "But today, you're going to serve us both as our personal toilet bowl."
Angela's eyes went wide with fear and excitement. "W-what do you mean?" she stuttered out. "I don't understand." Marcus chuckled darkly as he pulled his cock out of his pants, already hard and throbbing. He stood over her, aiming his member right at her face. "You're going to suck my cock until I'm ready to cum," he growled, "and then I'm going to unfasten my pants and..."
He gestured towards me, and I smiled wickedly. I sat down on a stool, placed my feet gently on either side of Angela's head, and leaned forward. Marcus positioned his cock right in front of Angela's trembling lips. She couldn't back out now; the anticipation was too much for both of us. She opened her mouth hesitantly at first but then took his long, thick shaft deeper into her throat.
Marcus groaned in pleasure as Angela worked her lips and tongue around his cock, sucking it harder and faster. I felt a warm sensation growing between my legs as I watched them together, Marcus thrusting his hips gently while holding onto the sides of Angela's head.
After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few minutes, Marcus growled and stepped back from Angela. He tugged at his pants until they fell to the ground, revealing his hairy balls and massive cock. "Now, Angel," he said breathlessly, "it's time to eat your first load."
Angela's eyes met mine briefly before she slipped off the table and knelt between Marcus' legs. She wrapped her lips around his swollen cockhead and began to lick and nuzzle his balls. I could see her fear slowly melting away, replaced by an almost animalistic desire to please us.
Marcus groaned again, this time even louder. He gripped the sides of the table tightly as he came, thick ropes of semen jetting out of his cock and landing in Angela's eager mouth. She could barely contain her moans of pleasure around his shaft as she swallowed every drop of his cum.
Once he had finished, Marcus pulled his pants back up and turned to me with a twinkle in his eye. "Now, Natalia," he said with a rakish smile, "it's your turn." I nodded eagerly and slipped out of the restraints that had held me in place. I climbed onto the table next to Angela, positioning my legs on either side of her head. She looked up at me nervously, wondering what was coming next.
I smiled reassuringly before leaning forward, presenting my moist pussy lips to her curious eyes. "Open your mouth, sweetheart," I commanded. Angela hesitated for only a moment before slowly opening her mouth wide enough for me to fit my cunt inside. As soon as she closed her lips around my pussy, I moaned loudly in delight.
She began sucking on my clit and slippery folds, her tongue darting in and out of my wetness. I gripped the edge of the table tightly as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body. It felt so good, knowing that this beautiful woman was worshipping my most intimate parts like they were her own.
After what felt like an eternity but was probably only a few minutes, I came hard, screaming Angela's name as my orgasm rocked through me. She lapped up every drop of my sweet nectar before pulling her face away with a proud smile on her lips. "That was incredible, Natalia," she breathed, her cheeks flushed with excitement and arousal. "I've never done something like this before."
We both shared a laugh over that admission before helping Angela off the table and releasing her from the restraints. She stood up, taking a deep, shuddering breath as she looked around for her clothes. "So," she said finally, meeting our gazes head-on. "When can I come back for more?"
