A lonely mid morning bench in an almost deserted little suburban park on a dry, cloudy Winter weekday. The morning frost has gone, leaving drying grey asphalt paths and stark leafless trees under grey, poorly-backlit English skies. A slender young woman wearing dark blue jeans and a maroon Helly Hansen crew jacket sits alone on a graffiti scarred wood. Her demeanor radiates a clear 'leave me alone' signal. Low heeled walking boots speak of a serious hill walker. A bright yellow chunky knit jumper peeps out from the jackets partly undone zip. She is ferociously reading an eBook, heart shaped face set in an unattractive frown of concentration under minimal makeup, long dark blonde hair tied back in a severe ponytail. A plain dark leather shoulder bag, discreetly expensive, sits beside her on graffiti scarred wooden bars.
Another more femininely dressed figure, half a head shorter, swaddled in scarves and a heavy red gore-tex coat enters the park and looks around. Spotting the seated woman she approaches, tan booted high heels tapping an elegant backbeat to the dance of her footsteps. "Marissa! Darling. It's so good to see you." She smiles as she arrives at the seated woman's bench.
"Hello Tanya." The seated woman looks up, tries to smile and fails.
"I got your text. Can we go somewhere warm?" Shivers Tanya.
"I like being out in the cold." Says Marissa, still reading.
"Well I don't, it's bad for the complexion."
"Please yourself."
"Well hello yourself grumpy boots."
"Can you stop being so relentlessly cheerful?" Pleads Marissa, looking up.
"Oh. Sorry to be so insensitive." Tanya says sarcastically, sitting down on the benches end.
"And don't gloat." Snaps Marissa.
"I'm not gloating. You're just being gloomy. I just thought you might like to talk to an old friend. You know, your bestie from home? The one who always brought along a shoulder to cry on?" Tanya chides her old friend.
"It's Tristan." Marissa states flatly.
"Okay. That's more or less what Peter told me." Tanya nods sagely.
"He's such a gormless twat."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"What's he doing?"
"More what he isn't."
"Oh you poor thing."
"Stop being patronizing."
"Well pardon me for breathing. Shall I sod off and leave you to dissolve in abject misery, or should I stay and help out my oldest bestest friend? No pressure."
"Oh don't be angry with me Taz. I'm sorry."
"That's better. Oh come on darling, don't cry." Tanya hands over a tissue.
"N-no. I'm sorry."
"No need to apologize darling. Look, there's something I need to tell you and I need to tell you over a serious drink."
"Why?"
"Because I might want to help my best friend ever out of a deep dark pit she's dug for herself?"
"What are you going to tell me?"
"Just stuff."
"Oh no Taz! Don't tell me you've turned dyke?"
"No." Tanya's mouth twists in an ironic smile. "Well. Only a little."
"What!"
"Oh don't be so scandalized Maz. I don't recall you fighting off that rug muncher room mate you used to have at Uni."
"That was before I married Tristan, so it doesn't count."
"Everyone knew." Laughs Tanya. "Jules could always find your volume button."
"Stop that! Someone might hear!" Marissa looks around and blushes furiously.
"That you once danced with dykes? Oh my. You boarding school girls." Tanya laughs and feigns a swooning gesture, back of her hand to her forehead.
"Taz, no!" Marissa cringes.
"Fingers up every orifice if what I heard was true." Tanya grins at her.
"Stop it!"
"Now you're just a wrinkly old prude."
"I am not wrinkly!" Marissa puts a horrified hand to her face. "Oh God, please tell me I'm not."
"Well no, but you're still a prude." Concedes Tanya, shrugging prettily.
"I am not."
"Hypocrite then."
"I'm not!"
"I used to live in the student digs across the street from you and we all knew when Maz and Jules were at it. You weren't much of a study aid, I can tell you."
"Sorry."
"What for? Listening to you come from across the street was way more fun than reading some of the dusty stuff our professors set us as coursework. I used to quite look forward to you two getting it on. Chewing cold pizza and reading by an open window to save on electricity, listening to my old schoolfriend getting eaten out. It was thanks to you I almost didn't get a law degree at all."
"Was I that bad?"
"Bad? From what I could hear you were absolutely bloody superb darling. Come on. Let's go get that drink." Tanya says with a bright little smile.
"I don't want a drink."
"Better a miserable drunk than just bloody miserable." Tanya stands.
"Thank you Tanya bloody Voltaire."
"No seriously. You need a bit of a stiffener. Or maybe you just need a good stiffie. How long has it been?" Tanya teases.
"Taz!"
"Soz old thing, can't oblige without a toy. Now get off your arse and we'll both go get a bit squiffy and rattle about old times."
"Taz, what has got into you?"
"That's what I want to talk about."
"This isn't going to get perverted is it?"
"Don't be silly, we're just two old friends going for a chat over a drink. You need cheering up."
"My marriage needs cheering up."
"Oh come on, we'll talk about that too. You can spill all your woes on the table and I'll try and help clean them up."
"Lovely metaphor."
"I do corporate law, not poetry darling. I fall a bit short on that front. Now get off your bum. I could do with a coffee." Tanya stands up, shouldering her bag.
"I thought you said alcohol?"
"An Irish coffee."
"It's a bit early for alcohol."
"All right." Sighs Tanya. "We'll have a Latte, but let's get out of this cold."
"All right." Marissa picks up her shoulder bag and gets up to follow. "Where do you want to go?"
"Come on." Tanya turns and leads the way out of the park. "Lets find somewhere private we can talk." She says with an edge in her voice.
'Somewhere private' turns out to be Tanya's BMW X5 in the car park at South Mimms services with two cardboard-clad Latte's sitting in the centre console.
"All right sister. You tell me you and Tris are miserable." Tanya stares out of the windscreen at the drizzle. "You keep on arguing every time he comes home."
"It's like he doesn't care any more." Marissa sniffs. "I think he's having an affair."
"Not according to Peter."
"Yes well Peter wouldn't know his arse from his elbow when it comes to marriage."
"Oh I don't know." Tanya smiles enigmatically. "He's a bit more aware than you might think."
"He's just a man."
"He's my man sister, back it up." Tanya snaps. She looks away angrily, then takes a deep breath and sighs. She looks sidelong at her friend.
"Oh I'm sorry." Marissa starts crying again.
"Oh for heavens sake, Maz. Blow your nose. I didn't mean to be harsh. It's just that I get a little tired of the 'all men are bad' stuff. When it comes to Peter, I got lucky. My first frog did turn out to be a prince. So far." Tanya pats her friend on the hand reassuringly. There is an awkward silence. "Do you regret marrying Tristan?" Tanya asks.
"I don't know." Marissa snivels.
"Have you told him that you're unhappy?"
"Yes."
"Really?"
"Well, he knows I'm angry with him."
"You two need a good long dunking in cold water and a good long talk. Together." Tanya shakes her head sadly.
"But I don't know how, neither does he..." Says Marissa plaintively. Another long pause follows.
Tanya sighs and brushes a lock of glossy dark hair out of her face. "Maz. Marissa. Darling. I know what you need. You and Tristan."
"What?"
"A good old fashioned honest to goodness fuck. A complete balls to the wall shagging. No holds barred. At least an hour."
"Like that's going to happen." Marissa replies.
"Well something's got to give."
"But we do have sex. I mean, not very good sex, but we do have it." Marissa looks down, her face a study in misery.
"Worse than nothing at all." Tanya stares out of the windscreen for a while. "You know, Peter and I were where you are not so long ago."
"So what did it for you?"
"A little place out near the Welsh border."
"Sounds really exciting." Sarks Marissa. "Rain and sheep."
"No rain. No sheep." Tanya's lips quirk upwards. "It was a fun dungeon."
"A perv's palace? No thanks."
"You need to try something different."
"I am not a sub. Or a dom." Marissa says archly.
"So Tristan did tell you."
"And I told him no." Marissa says firmly.
"Your loss." Tanya stops staring out into the greyness. "So if Jules came back to give you a good licking, you'd turn her down then?"
Marissa blushes pinkly. "That was a low blow."
"God Marissa, what if I offered?"
"What?"
"I'd even let Tristan and Peter watch."
"No!"
"Then you could watch them both have me." Tanya gives her friend a sly catlike look.
"No!"
"Or I could bring this new toy I've got. Peter won't let me use it on him."
"No!"
"I'd blindfold you first. You'd never know the difference." Tanya teases.
"No!"
"So you're still a missionary only girl?"
"Yes! No! I don't know!"
"So what do you want Maz?"
"I want it to be like it was when we were first married." Marissa snivels.
"And you're still doing the same old same old?"
"I suppose so."
"It's rather sweet I suppose, but you and Tris, Maz are in a rut so deep I'm surprised you don't get woken up by tube trains passing overhead. But if you don't want my help, I suppose I'd best take you home. Then you can spin your wheels until Tristan's schedule brings him home. Next week."
"No..." Marissa blows her nose.
"No, what?"
"No... Don't take me home." Marissa's voice falters. Her hand drifts over until it rests on Tanya's calf length skirt. "Can we go to your place?"
"Is that what you want?"
"I just need to stay somewhere. Somewhere I'm not alone. Somewhere to talk."
"Look, let's go pick up an overnight bag from your place and we'll pick up a couple of bottles of decent wine on the way over."
"I-I'd like that."
"Good. That's settled." Tanya starts her car and swings out of the car park onto the busy motorway.
An hour of stop-start South London traffic under grey and drizzly skies later Tanya is taking stock of Marissa's underwear drawer. "No wonder you're not having sex." She comments, holding up a pair of rumpled plain white briefs at arms length like a piece of bad fish. "This stuff would kill the passion of a Nun. Haven't you got anything racier?" She shakes her head. "Maz, no wonder you're feeling low. If my underwear drawer looked like this I'd be depressed." Tanya looks around the spacious bedroom to the large walk in wardrobe. "No naughty nighties? Stockings? Garters? Anything?"
Marissa shakes her head. "No."
"Bo-ring." Tanya smooths a lock of hair from her forehead. "And when I was doing my law degree I thought you were the exciting one."
"You did?"
"At least you had a sex life. Mine didn't really take off until I was in my third year when I met Peter. He'd just qualified with his firm and was at our uni's recruitment fair. But you know that story."
"You think I'm the sexy one?" Marissa says dumbly.
"Not at this precise moment though." Tanya drops the briefs back in their drawer with an air of disdain. "Look, we're pretty much of a size bum wise, you can try some of mine on."
"Oh I couldn't."
"For heavens sake Maz. You want out of your rut?"
"Yes."
"You want to restart your love life?"
"Yes, but..."
"Yes nothing. Let's go get that wine, we'll play dress up and have a giggle like old friends."
"Nothing more."
"Are you disappointed?" Tanya tantalizes. "You used to be keen on girls."
"It was just a phase." Marissa hedges.
"Oh well." Tanya gives a tight little smile. "If things go that way you'll have to take plastic."
Early evening finds them sitting at the dining room table in Tanya and Peter's town house, curtains drawn. The table is strewn with cartons of Chinese food and two empty wine glasses. An empty bottle of White Bordeaux peeps out of a bin. "Okay. Fashion show time." Tanya claps her hands. "There's another bottle in the fridge." She calls, trotting up the stairs.
A few minutes later she calls down. "Coming down. Ready or not."
"I'm ready." Marissa has opened the second bottle and refilled both glasses. As Tanya reaches the bottom of the stairs Marissa's jaw drops. "Wow!"
Tanya wears a hip length black chiffon nightdress under which c-cup breasts jiggle softly. Black lace full length patterned stockings are held up by a slim black garter belt and when she turns the slim band of her thong almost disappears between peachy buttocks. The front barely covers a heavily trimmed vee of short cut pubic hair with the shadow of her slit clearly visible beneath the sheer fabric. "What do you think?"
"I love it! You've even had your bush done." Marissa claps her hands.
"Mm. Fancy a peek?" Tanya reaches up between her breasts, undoes a bow and saucily flashes her tits. Her other hand drops down and a cheeky thumb pulls the thong down to briefly expose the top of her half shaven pussy. Marissa's eyes open wide and she fumbles her wine glass, almost spilling the expensive Bordeaux. "Well. What do you think?" Tanya reties the sheer black chiffon together in a neat bow. "It's easier to undo."
"Gorgeous." Marissa puts down the glass.
"Me or the outfit?" Tanya twirls and flirts, baby doll hem floating tantalizingly above thong bisected buttocks.
"Oo, both."
"Not yet. Wait there."
A few minutes later Tanya returns in a short peach silk nightgown with double side vents cut to the hips. It fits loosely, but her nipples and the swell of her unsupported breasts are clearly visible. "I like this." She lifts the rear flap to expose her naked bottom. "Peter says it gives him easy access, see?" She moves closer to the table. "Feel that."
Marissa takes hold of the front flaps smooth fabric and lifts it, feeling the smoothness between her finger and thumb. She peeks at her friends naked pussy. "That looks nice." She giggles.
"Not yet, you little tinker." Tanya pulls away. "Have another sip or two. I'll be back in a minute."
She returns in a little leather bustier which barely conceals her nipples and short chiffon skirt. In her right hand is a short riding crop. "I like this one best." Tanya swings the long thin stick suggestively with a sway of hips. "What do you think?" She twirls around.
"Oh my God! Do you wear that often?"
"Not for long." Tanya grins. "I don't normally wear knickers."
"Does Peter like it?"
"Mm. Do you?"
"It-it's lovely."
"Go upstairs and see what's on the bed."
"What?"
"Try something on. Come on, you told me you always wanted to be a model. Now's your chance. Come on darling. Time to strut your stuff." Tanya picks up her refreshed glass, swirling the pale liquid around, taking a sip. "Off you go."
"I-I couldn't."
"Yes you can."
"But..."
"Come on. Or do you want me to use this?" Tanya twitches her riding crop.
"You wouldn't!" Protests Marissa. "Ow!" The riding crop slaps her thigh.
"Up you go, or Mummy will spank her naughty little girl."
"Oh!" The little leather tongue strokes Marissa's tautly jeans-clad bottom. Marissa scrambles to her feet almost knocking her chair over. A heartbeat later she feels the muted sting of leather on denim over her bottom. "Tanya!"
"Bad girl." Purrs Tanya and the riding crop twitches again, this time sliding under Marissa's bottom, making her shift forward. "Put your wine down. Clear the table top." She demands.
Marissa does as she is told and the little leather tongue licks out. She struggles to balance but catches her tummy on the table edge and involuntarily leans forward. The leather tip stings. "Ah!" Instead of shock and outrage she feels her pussy physically twitch. Her eyes dilate with the shock and Tanya gives a wicked grin.
"Come on. Go upstairs and get changed." Tanya demands imperiously. The riding crop stings again.
Marissa bends forward even more, gripping the table edges tightly, eyes tightly closed. "No!" The whip licks and stops, stroking back and forth against her now quivering bottom.
"No is not the word I want to hear, you naughty girl. The game is do what Mummy says."
"I won't." Marissa gasps, but the words are a lie. Her pussy is already pulsing to the music of the whip and under her jumper her nipples are almost painfully stiff.
"I don't like those jeans. Take them off."
"What?" Marissa opens eyes wide with alarm and feels Tanya's firm hand on the back of her neck, gently pressing her face to the table.
"Take." The whip stings. "Them." And again. "Off."
Marissa gasps with each impact, but obedient hands undo the top button and zip before Tanya pulls them back to expose Marissa's tautly cotton clad bum. "Well, well. Sloggi's." The little leather tongue licks across the taut stretchy white fabric of her panties. "And I thought you were strictly a Marks and Spencers girl."
Tanya lays the tip of the riding crop between her friend's shoulders, pressing down insistently, licking out when Marissa tries to get leverage to stand. "Let's get rid of these horrid jeans shall we?" The heavy fabric shushes down Marissa's legs. Marissa struggles and is rewarded with a small stinging side swipe. Not hard enough to hurt. Just a little message to stay still. Then the thin shaft takes on a stroking motion between Marissa's buttocks, rubbing on the whiteness, pushing it into her cleft, moving down and around until it brushes between her legs. Outside an ambulance siren dopplers past. Then the room is silent but for Marissa's heavy breathing before smack! And a short scream jumps out of her mouth. "Mummy says step out of the jeans." Tanya demands. Marissa complies meekly. "Now... Let me see. I don't like that top either. Mummy says take it off." Marissa struggles out of the yellow wool jumper. Underneath she is wearing a plain white sports bra keeping her b-plus breasts with their erect nipples under control. "Oh, dull. Very dull." Tanya says. "Unsexy as hell." She gives an annoyed snort. "No wonder you don't fuck often enough."
"Fuck off." Marissa begins to lift her face off the table. "Ow!"
"Wrong answer." The whip stings twice. "No swearing. That's a rule. Now stretch out your arms."
Tanya instructed. "Good girl. Now take hold of the table edge." The whip resumes its between the legs exploration, licking at the fabric of Marissa's panties, pressing past her anus and touching the back of her pussy through the cloth, almost making her jump. "Face down, put your toes on the floor and push up." Tanya watches her friends bottom rise up. The whip tongue moves under her crotch and begins a gentle assault over her clitoris, thin shaft camel toeing into Marissa's dampening slit. "Hands behind your back and cross your wrists."
The whip ceases its stinging. A soft loop of what feels like velvet pulls Marissa's wrists together, knots are tied. "Stop it!" She pleads.
"We haven't started darling." Tanya purrs. "You wouldn't get changed, now I'm going to make you do what you're told." The air whispers over Marissa's back.
"No, please."
"But yes please." The whip returns to massaging Marissa's warming pussy. "Stand up darling." Marissa is pulled upright until she feels Tanya's bustier-constrained breasts pressing into her upper back. Despite herself, her bottom gives a little wiggle and she can feel hot breath on the soft curly hairs at the back of her neck. "Now isn't that better?" Tanya croons in her ear. Marissa's heartbeat thunders as a soft lace gloved hand strokes across her exposed belly. Across and down, teasing the front waistband of her knickers before tantalizingly moving away. "Upstairs." The word in her ear not so much spoken as breathed, an insinuation rather than a demand.
Marissa finds herself guided out of the dining room into the front hall, turning left toward the stairs. "Step up." Tanya says from terrifyingly close behind. "One at a time."
Tentatively, Marissa lifts her foot. "I'll fall!"
"Not while I'm her to guide you." The whip tickles the back of her right foot guiding it onto the first tread. "Now the other one." Finding it difficult to balance with arms restrained, Marissa almost stumbles, but feels Tanya pushing deliciously firmly into her back. "Again." They begin the long slow climb of the staircase, Tanya's left hand on her bottom, right on the whip, guiding, stroking and directing until they reach the top and turn left.
"This isn't the way to your bedroom." Marissa says, trying to damp down the fearful tremor in her voice.
"No. Who said we were going there?"
"But I..."
"Sh." Busy fingers unclasp Marissa's halter neck sports bra and the stretchy white fabric drops to a beige carpeted landing floor.
"What are we doing?" Marissa pleads.
"Playing lovely games." Tanya giggles as she guides her friend forward. A heavy door opens into a large wooden floored room containing a weight training bench and a mechanical running track. Floor length dark red curtains hang all around the walls. "Now I'm going to sit you down here and bring you some nice things to wear. But first." The loop of soft fabric binding her wrists slithers off. "Now turn around." Tanya says softly. "Sit on this bench and put your arms out for Mummy." Marissa lets lace clad hands guide her to the bench, then padded wrist cuffs snap around her wrists, holding her arms against the bench legs. A long lingering kiss on the back of her neck increases her arousal, setting off a soft implosion of her forebrain, melting all further resistance. Tanya's lips track down her neck to her spine for ten ecstatically charged seconds. "Nice." Tanya says, making a soft moan creep out of her friend's mouth. "Wait there." The whip strokes gently across her back and Marissa's bottom shivers.
Facing nothing but plain red floor length curtains, Marissa feels a hundred conflicting emotions. Her Catholic guilt is saying one thing, her body is really riffing. Vulnerability is overpowered by a gleeful anticipation, humiliation by arousal. The crotch of her panties feel hot and damp against the padded bench, nipples almost painfully stiff. Leaning forward and pressing down, she senses a radiant warmth spreading out from her now-horny little cunt, jamming all the conflicting guilt signals coming down her spinal column. Experimentally at first she rubs her mound into the bench, pushing down with all her weight and repeating the motion. Her forebrain grows sluggish and delighted little shivers run down to her toes. Her forehead and back prickle with nervous sweat. She begins to breathe deeply, timing each pelvic thrust to a deep shuddering breath.
"Mm. Well done." Tanya says as the door opens behind her. "Now we're going to play dress up." She releases the padded cuffs around Marissa's arms. "I think it's time for baby doll to come out and play. Arms up."
Marissa does as she is told and cool sheer chiffon slips delightfully over her arms, wrapping around her shoulders. Tanya, still wearing the Bustier and see through short skirt, ties the split fronted nightie under Marissa's aching b-cups. "Stand up and let's get those horrible soggy knickers off."
With a wicked little smile, Marissa puts her hand under her friend's skirt to stroke naked vaginal lips, brushing against them delicately with the back of her forefinger. "Ow!" The riding crop stings her thigh.
"Not yet darling. Plenty of time for that. Panties off first." Tanya smiles.
Reluctantly stepping off the bench, Marissa slowly peels her sodden Sloggi's off her hips feeling the fabric unstick deliciously from between the cleft of her exercise sculpted bottom. "Hmm." Tanya strikes a thoughtful pose, hand on hip, finger to lips, a dangerous look in her eyes. "Still untrimmed. How awfully old fashioned."
"I thought hairy was the in-look nowadays." Marissa finally finds her voice.
"Only if you're French darling. You need a trim. Sit there and entertain yourself while I get the doings." Tanya turns and hands her a clean lacy black thong. "Don't put those on yet."
"What is this room?"
"It's our little gymnasium darling."
"A gym? With curtains around the walls?"
Tanya dodges the question with a smirking "Back in a minute."
Marissa is left sitting on the bench, staring at the curtains. Getting to her feet, she walks across the room to the end and partly opens the curtain. With a little gasp she faces her full length reflection in a dance studio size mirror. The short black chiffon garment barely hiding shapely breasts and her pubic hair is a tangled little vee hiding her damp little crevice. Tied back hair is a mess, bits sticking out from the hairband. For a moment she is transfixed by her own reflection before her left hand drifts to her right breast, fingertip to nipple, palm and thumb rolling around the soft flesh before travelling oh so slowly down to her nether curls. Her pupils pinpricks in the sudden brilliant onslaught of reflected light. For a heartbeat or two standing transfixed, mouth slightly open, eyes staring. Then the moment passes.
Moving hurriedly, she draws the curtains back all the way round the room to expose the floor to ceiling mirrored walls. Standing in an infinity of her own reflections she is briefly overtaken by the excitement, stumbles backwards and sits down heavily on the bench. Then she notices the little cameras in each ceiling corner, each with a glowing little red eye. "Don't fret. They're not connected to the internet darling." Tanya re-enters the room with a towel over one arm, an electric hair trimmer in one hand and a bowl full of fluffy white foam. "No one will ever find out. Unless you want them to."
"All this must have cost a fortune."
"Not really. Peter and I put in the sound deadening material and the mirrors one Saturday. Then we spent all Sunday trying it out. Now it's your turn. Lie back, open wide, and see what the nice lady brings you."
"What about the cameras?"
"For recording all the lovely games darling. So that when we're a bit tired, we can simply watch ourselves having fun."
"Or others." Marissa adds but does as she is told and Tanya flips on the trimmer. Marissa groans a little as it buzzes across overheated pussy lips.
"Not yet." Tanya worked, trimming the wiry dark blonde hair short, then sculpting the remainder into a narrow little heart shape. "That's better." She rubs the still vibrating trimmer over Marissa's slit, noting the increasing pinkness. "My, you are ready aren't you? But let's make you nice and smooth first."
"Ooh!" The foam is a cool slippery delight as Tanya massages it into the soft hungry flesh of Marissa's groin. "Oh God!" The back of a knuckle presses down on the fleshy mound over her clitoris. Marissa jumps and twin flashes of delightful pain pinch at her nipples in sympathy. Then she settles down and the only sound is the careful scrape, scrape of razor removing pubic stubble. A long "Ahh!" emanates from her wide open mouth and her head falls back. "Oh God." She moans.
"Just a little more." Tanya smiles, smoothing over clean skin with the fluffy hand towel, searching for errant stubble. "Now isn't that nice and fresh? Turn over and I'll check your bottom." Marissa cannot help but obey, breathing heavily as cleansing foam is applied and wiped from the back of her pussy all the way round to the base of her spine, her whole body jerking a little as her tight little anus is brushed and gently wiped. "No waifs and strays there." Marissa shudders as Tanya's foam wetted forefinger circles her arsehole. She almost screams when Tanya takes her hand away.
"Don't stop!" Marissa arches her back and pulls her thighs wide.
"So you like a little back door action?" Tanya tantalizes. "I bet Tris would love that. Peter does." She taps Marissa's little pink starfish lightly. In response it visibly twitches. Marissa reaches back. "Oh no. Not yet darling. We're not going there yet." Tanya bats her questing hands away.
Putting the shaving tools on the floor Tanya climbs on top of her friend, weight pinning her to the bench, leather contained breasts pressing into Marissa's back, rubbing her pussy rhythmically into Marissa's bottom. Then with a quickness of practice she straps first her friends right arm and then the left to the restraint cuffs on the benches steel legs. "That's nice. Back in a mo." Tanya jumps off her friend and picks up the shaving gear before disappearing from the mirrored room. Marissa lies staring at her reflection, feeling a hollow ache demanding fulfilment by something, anything. Craning her head up she can see a series of near-infinite reflections of her famished pussy before the door opens and Tanya slips into the room, slim chrome plated vibrator in hand, the other behind her back. "This is for being a good girl." She switches on the vibrator and slips behind Marissa, probing her pussy, putting the shimmering tip against her friends mons pubis. For long minutes she probes and strokes, watching every movement of Marissa's tortured body with catlike eyes.
"Inside." Moans Marissa at last. "Oh God, put it in me."
"Not yet."
"You're a real bitch." Marissa complains.
"No. I told you, it's all part of the lovely game." Tanya toys around her friends avid slit for a few moments more. "You'll love it all the more. Deferred gratification darling."
"Fucking hell." Marissa swears. "Put it in me!" She demands and moans loudly as the vibrator is withdrawn and switched off. "No... Ow!" The riding crop simultaneously stings both buttocks.
"No swearing, remember?"
"Oh fuck - ow!"
"Be a good girl and nice things will happen" Tanya walks around, kneels down and puts glossy red lips to Marissa's. Marissa opens her mouth and tongues flicker, stroking and tangling, hooking into each other. Marissa strains against her restraints, pushing shoulders upwards and arching her back, stretching out to Tanya's lips. Tanya takes hold of Marissa's head, crushing her lips to her friend, tasting the inside of her mouth, licking, sucking and twisting like a nest of pythons in heat.
"Like that?" Marissa asks hungrily as they break for air.
"Mm." Tanya picks up the vibrator and twists the base, standing again. Returning to her friends bottom, this time the buzzing little shaft slips cleanly into Marissa's pussy. "Back soon." She hurries out of the room. The door opens and closes again.
"Ah... Don't..." A mini firework display lights up Marissa's hindbrain, making speech impossible. "Ohh!" The long drawn out moaning subsides into a series of little pleasure gasps. Then her hips convulse and twitch under the psychic hammer blows of orgasm. After a short while she whimpers, out of breath, eyes closed, as the vibrator continues pulsing mercilessly within her pussy.
An eternity later she is aware of Tanya returning, this time pushing a dense padded foam wedge under her tummy so that her bottom is angled sharply upwards. The vibrator is slipped out and the tip is tantalized from the back of her vaginal muscles up to the dark little hole of her secret desire. The bullet tip teases, probes and circles, making Marissa push back and up against it, desperately seeking penetration.
All coherence is gone now. All that is left is a mental vacuum, a long emptiness, the heavy need for violation. Making her almost scream when the buzzing stops. The vibrator is replaced by a new feeling of pressure and the tickle of fur. Then something slips into the tight ring of muscle, new and much slower vibrations driving a sledgehammer up her spine to her hindbrain. "Ah!" Marissa cries aloud. "Shit that's good... Ow!" The whip stings again. Marissa convulses, head back, eyes closed, teeth bared and snarling. "Fuck!" She swears. Another sting. "Bitch!" followed by a harder smack. "Cunt!" The air whistles with the next blow. "More, you cow! Hit me!" The whip obliges. "Christ That's good!" A double smack. "Don't stop you cocksucker!" Again. "Fuck me. Fuck me now! Ram it into me."
Overtaken by savagery, Marissa twists her head sideways to bite at Tanya's leg then stops as she catches her reflection. I've got a tail. She thinks. A bushy foxes tail plugged into my bum. The whipping stops momentarily. "Do you like it?" Tanya asks.
"Fucking awesome... Ow!" Another sting. "Oh God, my pussy's just melted." Marissa sags.
"Do you like this game?"
"Ooh yes. Can we play more?" Marissa pauses for breath.
"But darling. It's not over yet." Tanya says with a soft giggle.
"Oh God, what else is there? My head is spinning. If I come again I'll blow a fuse."
Tanya raises her voice. "You can bring him in now."
The door opens and Tristan enters, dark blond hair mussed. Wearing nothing more than a pair of sleep shorts, obvious erection pushing against the lightweight brushed cotton. He is followed by Peter, hurriedly stepping out of a pair of pyjama bottoms, his own cock swinging erect. "This is the lovely surprise. Peter and Tristan got their meetings cancelled and had to fly home this morning. So here they are. They've been watching. From our little Internet room next door." Tanya indicates the cameras.
"You..." Marissa begins to snarl.
"Naughty girl. I think young Master Tristan needs to discipline her." Tanya hands over the riding crop. "Don't spare the rod." She giggles. Tristan flashes an evil grin and walks round behind Marissa. Gently stroking it up and down her spine as Marissa gasps. "Oh you bastard!" She shouts. He looks over at Tanya who nods. The whip stings twice. "Fuck!" And again. Marissa bucks in her restraints, frantically turning her head back and forth. He strokes the leather tip over her bucking bottom. "Oh God! Shit!" She howls and the whip strikes with a satisfying smack. "Fuck that's good!" Again and again the leather tip strikes, causing more invective to flow.
Without prompting, Tristan strokes the riding crops tip under the root of her new tail between arse and cunt causing Marissa to buck and swear even harder. Tanya undoes some of the fastenings on her leather bustier, taking her husband's erection in her right hand, softly stroking, watching her friend's spanking avidly as Peter's hands caress her tits and pubic mound, hot mouth sending shivers down her neck, all the time dilated pupils staring avidly at Marissa's moaning and twisting form.
For a moment the whipping stops and Marissa turns her head, arching her back, turning her head to look at Tristan, pleading in her eyes. With a slow smile he nods and kneels behind her, cock tip level with her dripping pussy before shoving his full length into her oh so slowly, first the tip, then the glans popping into her twitching little love-hole before feeding full length in. Marissa cries out wordlessly as he applies the riding crop to her fox tailed bottom once more and begins to ride her. With each cry of pleasure-pain he thrusts to meet her own counter movement, burying himself ever deeper within her.
Tanya pushes away from Peter and undoes another fastening on her bustier. He sees the meaning look she gives over her shoulder and nods in tacit agreement as her left hand pointedly circles her buttocks. Letting him go she puts her leg across the end of the padded bench and lowers her bum to the surface so that her fleshily eager pussy slides right underneath Marissa's drooling mouth. In return, Marissa fastens fervent lips over her friends salty sweet cunt, frantically probing the damp yielding lips with her tongue.
Tanya shivers with the pulse of pleasure flowing up from her cunt and behind her she feels Peter's firm warm body slip down her back as he roughly pulls off her leather bustier and skirt, erect cock-tip dragging all the way down her spine, stroking between her shoulders, down into the small of her back, bumping over her thin garter belt into her bum-cleft until it reaches her own tight little anus. She arches her back a little to let him in, pushing her pussy up and forward, feeling Tristan's repeated heavy thrusts shoving Marissa's chin into her crotch. For a moment it feels as though Peter's cock will ricochet off her hot little hole, but then she reaches back, lifts her pussy into Marissa's face, letting him slip underneath her. Taking hold of Peter's vibrating erection she guides the tip in, letting herself fall onto his cock, her own weight driving him all the way in, feeling the delectable popping sensation as his engorged glans slips inside her. Electricity flares outwards as his shaft pushes all the way into her rectum, rubbing at nerve clusters already in overdrive. Tanya is just composed enough to grab at the bench to catch herself while Peter's strong supple fingers massage her rigid nipples and aching tits, his heavy erection filling her, emptying her of everything but a mindless rutting animal need.
Rocking her hips in time to his thrusts to the song of Marissa's tongue, Tanya's head swings back face up, staring at the ceiling, mouth soundlessly open, a sweet explosion ringing between her ears, heart thundering, pussy flooding, tsunamis of pleasure as she is penetrated both ways, moaning as the heavy rhythm of Peter's solid cock in her taut little arse-ring makes engorged nipples dance and belly muscles jump. Her outfit clatters to the floor unnoticed and she feels the firm insistence of Marissa's tongue pushing into her pussy, blowing her mind away like sand in the desert. A few seconds later, in this mirror-lined room of infinite sexual reflection, her world disappears in an implosion of delight. A mewling squeal escapes her mouth and heavy feet slip off the bench to thump on the floor. All she can feel is the soft liquid spurting as Peter shoots his load inside her, a rough male groan ringing in her ears counterpointed by a breathless "Oh God, oh God, Oh my fucking GOD!" From Marissa. Tristan's heavy grunting breaths and groans as he too sags. Moments later they all collapse from and into each other, breathing like they've all just run a marathon.
A slow shower later a fully dressed Peter and Tanya stand at their heavy red painted front door, waving goodbye to their friends as their Uber cab scoots off into the suburban London evening. Peter puts his arms around Tanya's shoulders and pulls her close. "I think they'll do just fine." He smiles at the receding car until it reaches the end of the street and turns left.
"Did you see the gleam in Tristan's eyes? He couldn't keep his eyes off Marissa."
"Mmm. I see she was still wearing her tail under her jeans." He says taking hold of her left breast for a cheeky squeeze.
"I'll bet it's wagging." Tanya giggles.
"How's yours?"
"For you, always." Her hand creeps up his thigh and strokes with an urgent gentleness. He eases her gently backwards over the threshold into the haven of their front hall. Her hand strokes the front of his trousers and pulls at the zip. He closes the door firmly and drops the security catch. Then flicks off the lights.
"Excellent." He says in an earthy growl.
In the new darkness there is a brief whiz and click of fastenings as discarded clothing whispers to the floor. Tanya gasps and giggles. After a few moments bare feet can be heard running up heavily carpeted stairs. An eavesdropper might hear a sharp slap followed by a happy squeal. Then a heavy internal door clunks shut, in the background a cell phone rings and keeps on ringing, sirens doppler past two streets away. The faintest of happy noises from inside are lost in the sound of the urban breeze. All is well.
