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🕑 Added 2021-01-20 21:00:00 +0000 UTC“Oh yes, master, yes!” Felicia sobbed as her body surged with all Peter was making her feel, all Mary Jane was watching her feel.
“Nine!” Peter counted, Felicia’s ass already blanketed with reddened marks from the spatula.
“Two more, master, please two more!” Felicia pleaded. “I need to come, you know that’ll make me come, please!”
She worked her cunt feverishly as she waited for the blow, waited to see if Peter would decide to let her have an orgasm or not. There was sex and then there was sex with her master, the orgasms she had when he chose to make her come. The way she was wired, there was no comparison at all.
“Ten!” Peter barked, laying the spatula into Felicia’s throbbing buttocks. “Beg me for more. Tell me what you’ll do for more!”
“Oh YESSSS!” Felicia cried, her fingers working desperately at her sex. “I’ll do anything, master, anything! I’ll be your slave! Please, please, one more, Spider, one more! Just one more!” She felt the impact splash against her already well-punished ass and fell in love with Peter in that moment, loved him dearly and deeply for taking such good care of her, for letting her come, for being her perfect, loving master. “Aaaahh! Yes! YES!”
Felicia came with the pain burning in her ass, her fingers rubbing frantically between her thighs, legs trembling with the force of her orgasm. She writhed and rolled around on the table until she had absorbed all the pleasure she could. Peter gently reached over and pried her hands away from her pussy, able to see as she couldn’t that Felicia’d had enough. She was left feeling utterly satiated, but not worn out. Tingling with energy instead.
She got up to face Peter, her body flushed, trembling with such depraved need that she could see the answering desire in him, feel across the connection between them.
“Serve me,” Peter said.
That was all it took. Moaning in delicious surrender, Felicia got down on her knees and took his twitching erection into her mouth. She worked her luscious lips down his shaft, ran her hand up and down what she couldn’t swallow, her tongue and fingers working together like a swarm of butterflies to titillate Peter’s sensitive flesh with submissive zeal. She didn’t dare to make him come, but she let him know that her mouth was his to do with as he pleased.
His cock jumped and throbbed like some scepter representing his rule over her. Felicia giggled airily at the idea. She didn’t know how Peter could resist this—how he could want Mary Jane instead—but at least she could get a taste of what they’d once had. And she wondered how Peter felt, no longer going cold turkey on being her master.
It pained her to do it, but she pulled her mouth from his cock to speak to him. “Come in my mouth, master,” she whispered as she rubbed her face against his burning erection. “Come all over my face. You can even make me lick it off the floor if you want. Just come for me and I’ll do anything, anything!”
She took his erection deep into her throat again, moaning with its heat burning through her gullet. Her hand worked at his heaving balls. Peter groaned enthusiastically as his cum bubbled inside them, throbbing against her squeezing hand, then surging out. Letting Felicia know how much he wanted her. She swallowed his prick, feeling his shaft kick like a mule as his seed ran through it and burst into her mouth.
Having his flavor shoot into her taste buds brought back her climax like a fire flaring to life again. Gurgling on the taste and the ecstasy and the feeling of having his spurting cock down her throat, she pulled her mouth back but kept her hand pumping on his erection, until she was poised so that his thick ropes were falling over her face and running down her chin, dropping down onto her curvaceous breasts and flat belly.
Felicia felt all wrapped up in the warmth of him. Even what his cum hadn’t marked, his mastery covered. She was his. Peter had given her orders and she’d fulfilled his every desire. God, she loved it. There was nothing like it. Did Mary Jane really just have vanilla sex with him when she could be his bitch instead? Some people…
“Was that good, master?” she simpered, knowing the answer, knowing how much he’d enjoyed it from how much cum was soaking her tongue and running down her throat. “You know I want to make it so good for you, always so good for you…”
Her eyes slanted up to Peter, both submissive and teasing him for more with the sensuality in her gaze. She got it. He thrust his prick into her mouth and groaned to feel it accepted into her eager mouth.
“Good?” Peter asked with a hoarse laugh. “Fuck yeah, it’s good. It’s always good to have a sweet little cock holster like you around. Suck it, whore, take it all. Yeahhh—show your master how much you appreciate getting to be his cum dump.”
His cock jumped, pouring jism into Felicia’s mouth until it ran down her chin. She forced his heaving erection down into her throat so that the rest of his ejaculation gushed straight into her belly.
“Fuck, Cat,” Peter groaned, running his fingers through Felicia’s hair. Despite the color, that had escaped the barrage. “That was incredible… fucking fantastic…”
Slowly, Felicia let his prick out of her mouth. Her fingers still danced over it, playing with the stiffened flesh before it lost its hardness. Her eyes stared up at Peter, enjoying his contentment and how pleased he was with her. Letting go of his flagging erection, she ran a finger over her full breasts and sucked away the cum that it picked up from her flesh.
“I’m glad I could make it so good for you, master.” Her eyes slid to Mary Jane, still watching, stunned speechless. The redhead looked like she didn’t know whether to be shocked or aroused.
The poor girl really didn’t know what Peter was capable of. Felicia felt bad for her. Without the master-slave connection that she enjoyed with Peter, poor little MJ probably couldn’t even come from having him shoot off in her mouth. And who could really say they’d lived without that experience?
“It took a big woman to let me be your birthday present this year.” On the word ‘big,’ Felicia subtly hefted her breasts, showing them off to Mary Jane. The redhead was no slouch, but she wasn’t really competition in that area, any more than she could be the submissive that Felicia was. “I hope you appreciate what a great wife you have… and all she does for you.” And doesn’t do for you, Felicia silently added. “Can I make you breakfast now, master? I think it’s safe to say that took a lot out of you.”
Peter grinned. “There’s always more where that came from. Go on, make us all something sweet.”
“I live to serve,” Felicia said as she got up to go to the refrigerator.
Leaving Peter and Mary Jane alone.
Peter took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. “Goddamn, I forgot what a work-out she is. And not that I don’t love cuddling, but after all that, it is good to get a shower first thing—“
“What was that?” Mary Jane interrupted.
“What?” Peter asked, headed for the bathroom.
Mary Jane intercepted him, standing in front of the door. “That… NC-17, I Dream Of Jeanne… thank you sir may I have another… stuff!”
Peter nodded dully. “I suppose that hasn’t really come up with us.”
“Ya think?”
“Can I at least get the hot water running? You know how long it takes.”
Mary Jane groaned and got out of the way. After he’d gone in, she took a surreptitious look in Felicia’s direction, then ducked in after him, closing and locking the door. She didn’t want Anastasia Steele to interrupt them.
Peter twisted the dial on the shower, starting the cold water and waiting outside for it to heat up. Mary Jane sat on the closed toilet lid.
“I suppose that’s a lot to take in,” Peter said philosophically, “but it’s just what Felicia’s into.”
“And you don’t like it at all. What she did for you? On your birthday?”
Peter winced. He resisted the urge to point out that it had been Mary Jane’s idea in the first place. “I mean, I like it fine. I like Felicia too. But I love you.”
He reached for her. Mary Jane didn’t slap his hand away, but she grabbed it and lowered it down to Peter’s waist. “Not enough to do that with me.”
He shrugged. “You wouldn’t like it. So we don’t do it.”
“And you never bring it up? You never thought I might like to know that there’s this whole side of my life—“
“Whole side of my life?” Peter interrupted. “That’s a bit extreme. It’s just a little kinky thing I did with Felicia before we were married.”
“She called you master. You spanked her with a spatula.”
“So? It’s not like we’ve never done anything kinky. And lots of stuff that I’ve never done with Felicia…”
“This isn’t about that!” Mary Jane protested. “I just want to know why, if you like doing that so much, you never brought it up with me. You think I wouldn’t be your… bondage slave or whatever?”
“You wouldn’t like it,” Peter said plainly.
“How do you know that?”
He turned to run his hand under the shower spray, testing the temperature of the water. It still didn’t satisfy. “I can just tell.”
“See, you’re saying that like you have some… deep knowledge of the wide world of bondage, while at the same time it’s just supposed to be this fun little hobby you did with Felicia, excuse me, with Slave Bitch Felicia.”
Peter laughed once. “You sound jealous.”
“That you shared something with her that you didn’t with me?” Mary Jane slapped her hands down on her thighs. “Yeah! Like it’s not bad enough that she’s a superhero and I’m not…”
Peter crouched down in front of her, resting his hands on her knees. “MJ, it’s not that I have a spider-sense for which people enjoy a little bondage. It’s that I know you. Now, I admit it, I can be a dunderhead, but I have a pretty good idea of what you like and dislike—“
“And even if I disliked it, I would still want to make you happy.”
Peter shook his head. “It wouldn’t make me happy to know you were doing something you didn’t like. I love you, ya silly goose. What makes me happy is knowing you’re happy. And honestly, you’re acting like getting some head from you isn’t, just, incredible, which is not the Mary Jane self-confidence that I know and love.”
She smiled. He was right. And when he was right, he was right. It wasn’t always, but most of the time, she could count on him to be wise when she was being foolish, so long as she remembered to be wise when he was being foolish.
But, ringing in her ears, she heard him talking to Felicia. His Slave Bitch Felicia. That was incredible… fucking fantastic…
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Shendude
Hmm, I look forward to seeing where this goes
