Summer Day

It is uncomfortably hot.

Not just the Brisbane weather, not just my skin with trickles of sweat down my back; my body is burning from the inside with an itch that can’t be scratched. My Sir knows about this itch, he calls it my ‘slut tingle’ – it’s been growing day by day, threatening to overcome us both with its intensity and need. But my Sir always takes care of his Kitten.

The loungeroom is dark with the blinds closed to keep out the sun, the airconditioning is on but not quite cool enough. You lead me to the couch and give me white lace panties to put on. I raise an eyebrow, you are asking me to put panties on? This is new. You sit me down on the delicious cool white leather couch and tie a silk blindfold around my eyes. The leather couch is a blessing on naked skin.

I hear your footsteps leave the room and I lean back on the couch to savor the coolness on my skin. The panties feel delicious on my freshly waxed pussy. I can hear you in the other room opening the fridge and pottering about. You come back, but you aren’t alone. Even if I couldn’t hear the extra set of footsteps I would have known. The smell of a man gets my blood pumping, the smell of two men drives me wild.

I feel the ice touch my lips, and my skin is so hot it melts into ice water running down my chin to my neck and onto my chest and down my naked breasts. There is a pause. I feel hands on the outside of my legs, caressing their way up to my thighs. My legs are closed and I feel a gentle tug as a man on each side of me opens me up. There’s a short intake of breath, I know this isn’t Sir. My pussy pulses knowing it’s being watched, pressed into these lace panties.

“May I?” I hear him ask.

There is no answer, but I imagine Sir has nodded his head and I squirm in anticipation of the touch. There is no touch. I wait. I can feel his heat as he comes close, but he doesn’t touch. I can feel his breath on the inside of my thighs, but still, he doesn’t touch. He takes in one deep breath, relishing the fragrance of my twitching sweet spot.

“Do you like that, My Kitten?” Sir asks.

I can barely nod, I feel delirious.

“This is Michael, and he’s going to worship your pussy.”

I feel ice again, this time at the top of the panties. It takes seconds for the ice to melt and soak through making the lace wetter than it already is. I feel Michael’s whole hand as he cups my mound and massages slowly. I can only whimper. Sir takes a finger and slides the panties to the side, so my clit and my lips are on display.

“Ooooh, it’s like a rose petal, it’s so pretty,” Michael says. He takes the panties from Sir and stretches them taught against me, so my clit and lips can be seen through the wet lace.

“Ooooh, that’s nice,” he groans. My legs are wide now, with Michael between them. He starts to massage again and I can’t help but grind myself against his hand.

“Taste yourself,” he demands.

I snake my hand down my body and pull the panties aside again. I dip my fingers into my dripping wet cunt and bring them to my mouth. I can smell my aroma, sweet fresh sweat, and delicious musk. It tastes as good as it smells.

“Don’t be scared Kitten,” Sir says “this isn’t going to hurt.”

I lie very still wondering what this could be. I feel something sharp pressed against my panties. It’s scissors. Sir very carefully cuts a little hole in the lace, enough for my clit to poke through. He gently, oh so gently, traces his fingers across my exposed flesh. He roughly grabs me and uses all his force to tear the fabric so my pussy is exposed all the way down.

I’m gasping and breathing so fast, my mind racing to what is coming next. I suddenly feel the ice-cold first drop of lube hit my clit. My back arches. This is one of my most favourite sensations in the world.

“Mmmmm, yeah,” Michael breathes, “I want this so wet.” He begins to massage again, harder and faster. I’m arching my back and mewling like a kitten, so hot to know I am exposed for these men to see. Just as I begin to climb the peak of a climax I’m told to take the panties off.

“Get off the couch and take them off.” Sir demands harshly, but with a jagged edge to his voice.

I stand up, turn my back, and slide the shredded panties down slowly, giving Sir and Michael a beautiful view of my bottom and pussy from the back. I can’t help but give a little wiggle and a little giggle. Once back on the couch with legs open, I receive a stinging slap straight on my clit. I scream, but the pain turns to pleasure so quickly.

Sir chuckles, “She’s my brat”.

I still have the blindfold on so it takes me a second to work out what the next sensation is. It’s hard as glass, and it’s cold. It’s a glass dildo, frosty from the fridge. I know without seeing that Sir is wielding this toy – he adores fucking me with whatever he can get his hands on. He knows just how I like it, every twist and turn. I can’t help myself, I just want to touch my clit. I want to cum. I receive another stinging slap – another scream.

“You didn’t ask permission Kitten,” Sir growls.

“Oh Sir, may I make myself cum please Sir?” I moan.

“You may”. I can hear the smile in his voice.

I give my clit the most tender of caresses as the glass dildo works its way in and out of me. I slide a finger over my wet skin and breathe deeply. I can smell my sex. The orgasm comes quickly, it’s been building for such a long time. It’s big and I’m loud – thrusting my hips to meet the dildo. We all take a moment to get a hold of our breathing.

“That’s a good start,” says Sir.

Michael is between my legs again, and I can’t help but raise my hips to meet his mouth as he slowly and tenderly kisses my pussy. He slowly laps and his tongue and mouth feel magical. He moves his attention to my clit and an orgasm explodes out of me. He doesn’t stop, he holds me tight and I brace and buck again while I cum.

Finally, it is time, I’ve been dying for this moment. Michael positions himself over me and gently but firmly guides just the head of his cock into me. I can feel my eyes roll back into my head. I want him to fuck me so much. The blindfold has well and truly gone by now. I try and hook my feet around his waist and pull him into me, but he is stronger than I am.

“Are you ready, Kitty?” he asks.

I can only nod. He thrusts into me powerfully and I lose my breath for a second, it feels so fucking good. Again, he thrusts and I feel possessed – I want all of him inside me, hard and thick and throbbing. Sir takes my hand and guides it to his own cock which is also nicely thick and hard. I can’t have what I want in this position so I move on the couch so I can take Sir in my mouth while Michael fucks me from behind. I can hear their grunts and moans mingling with my own. Michael reaches forward and grabs me by my hair, it’s the tipping point, I can’t stop – I cum and cum and cum all over his cock. Sir takes this opportunity to press down on me, and it only takes a few seconds of deep-throating before he comes down my throat. And Michael makes one more powerful thrust into my body and cums as well.

Once we have calmed our breathing and untangled our limbs, I snuggle briefly with each before fetching some ice-cold water from the fridge. Damn those hot Brisbane days.