Page 4 of Boo-ty Calls

Four

Archer

Sloane's giggles carry up the stairs to our bedroom, and Mason fills the void of a dominant man that I can’t.

I’ve fixed the room, and as I hear their footsteps, I sit in the chair across from the bed. Anticipation fills me, and I rub my clammy hands on my soft joggers.

Mason’s large frame fills the doorway with Sloane over his shoulder, the globes of her ass visible under the lace of the baby doll as she kicks her stocking-covered legs.

He drops her on the bed and struts across the room to look at the toy selection tonight.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Sloane. You rolled your eyes at least three times down there.” His hand hovers over the toys, but swiftly he moves to our trunk of toys and takes out the medium-sized paddle.

“Keep your dick in your pants for now. Watch me, not him. You didn’t want to play tonight, so you only get to do what I tell you.” Sloane points at me.

“Yes, Goddess.” I grip the arms of the chair and lean forward.

Mason throws the paddle onto the bed and flips her onto her stomach. Undoing the buttons of his shirt, he raises the bottom of the lace and grabs the handle before laying down quick slaps to her pert ass.

Her moans fill the area, and he only grins. “You aren’t supposed to enjoy it.”

“Oh… no, please stop. I hate this,” Sloane whimpers.

She’s lying, sarcasm leaks out of her. It’s so fucking hot to see her turn into the submissive he needs her to be.

Mason puts the paddle back and undoes his jeans before he shoves his fingers between her legs. “Fucking soaked, but you’re a good girl. Get on your knees.”

Sloane is quick to get off the bed and kneel in front of him. They’re closer to me, and my cock aches with desire.

I should have remembered to put on the cock ring and know the high stakes of punishment if I get off without her permission.

She looks so fucking hot with her knees spread, hands on them, waiting for instruction as she looks at him with adoration.

He unzips his jeans and pulls off his shirt. Mason is jacked and covered in a layer of chest hair that makes him insanely hot.

“Please,” Sloane begs.

Mason’s deep chuckle fills the room as he pulls out his large cock.

I wish I could fuck her with his dick. He’s got at least three to four inches on me and pleases her so much better than I ever could.

“Be a good girl and suck my hard cock.” He glances at me. “You pay attention to how she sucks a real dick.” He strips off his pants and lowers his boxers.

I nod as she grips the shaft and licks him. Sloane teases him for a few minutes, and he lets out a loud growl before wrapping his hand in her hair.

Mason fucks her face, drool covers her chin when he pulls out, and she moans and arches her back as she wiggles with the discomfort of needing to be touched.

“Such a good girl. Fuck. Your mouth is goddamn heaven.” He pulls her off his dick and stands back to stroke with her spit. Mason stares at me and smirks before walking over to the toys again. Grabbing the wand, I tilt my head, unsure of what’s going to happen next.

“Thank you for letting me suck your big cock.” Sloane rises from the ground, her fingers circling her wrist, and she looks lost for a few minutes. Her chest is flushed, and her pink and black hair is a mess.

“Get yourself ready for me. Make sure that pussy is fucking soaked,” he tells her and hands her the wand.

She moves over to the bed, still looking like she’s searching for something. “Archer, come lie here. I need your help. Come be a good boy.”

I rise and walk over to the bed. When I look at her swollen lips and the flush of her face, I notice the beads of sweat on her hairline.

“One moment?” I ask her. She arches an eyebrow but doesn’t say no, so I move to the ensuite knowing exactly what she needs.

Returning to the bedroom, I scan the room. Mason stands near the bed stroking his cock, and Sloane lies on her back with the wand against her clit.

I kneel on the bed and tie her hair into a top ponytail. She relaxes under my hand, and I know it was what she needed.

Lying on my back, I wait for her. Sloane kisses my cheek and slips off her thong before straddling my face. As she turns on the wand she hovers above me, her pussy pulsating above me.

Sloane lowers herself to my tongue, and I thrust it into her, tasting her arousal. She’s already so fucking turned on and ready but I’m not about to complain.

While she grinds on my face, the wand vibrates both of us, and my dick tents my pants. I’m so fucking hard, and her squeals and whimpers don’t help.

“Mason, please?”

“Are you ready to fill his mouth?” His voice gets louder.

“Please,” she repeats.

“Be a good girl, cum for me and fill his pathetic mouth.” His words make my dick throb, and she squeals before filling my mouth with squirt, which I gladly swallow.

Sloane stands, and moves over to let me go. “Good boy, go sit and wait for me to need you again.”

I move off the bed and sit back in the chair.

Sloane looks magnificent with lust in her eyes and a pink flush covering her.

Mason strips off his boxers and stalks toward the bed, ripping the baby doll off her body. He throws it near me, and his intimidating stare makes me look away, but I know better than to pick it up. I’m not allowed to touch her clothes unless they say so. Clenching my core, I shift in the seat.

Mason kneels on the bed behind Sloane, who’s on all fours. He runs his fingertips over her pussy. Slipping them into her, he fucks her with them until she grips the comforter and begs.

Pulling away his fingers, they’re shiny with her juices, and I swallow a fleeting feeling of jealousy as he licks them clean.

“On your back,” he tells her.

He grips her legs, propping them against his chest before moving her to impale on his cock. “Fuck, that dick is so fucking big.”

Mason hitches one of her legs over his hip and leans forward, wrapping his hand around her throat. She shakes under him.

“Your cunt fits so fucking perfect though, like a glove meant only for me.” He glances over at me and smirks.

“He could never fill me like this. Every time you fuck me, it’s like new spots of pleasure are found,” Sloane whimpers under him and moves her hand to touch herself.

“Ah, no, baby girl. Too bad your little bitch didn’t want to play. He could be sucking your clit right fucking now while I slide into you.”

Sloane moans and bites her lip. “Fuck, when can I cum?”

Mason pulls out of her and grabs the pillows from the bed before laying them on the floor in front of me.

I glance at Sloane, but she doesn’t make eye contact. His dick is covered in her pleasure, and I remember the times I’ve licked it clean before making her scream over my tongue.

“On all fours, let’s show him what he’s missing.”

She does everything he says, and I watch while her tits sway as he slams into her.

“Why’d you have to be such a sissy today? I need your tongue on my clit, and you ruined it.”

Mason grips her hips tightly and slows his thrusts before she can come, and her frustrated groans fill the room. His hand smacks her ass as he leans back before thrusting into her hard, fisting her hair. He lifts her head to look at me.

“Tell him what you want.”

“Crawl to me, I want you to watch how he makes me cum all over his cock.”

I crawl a short distance, and he quickens his thrusts until she’s begging to release, her muscles tense, and she thrusts back against him.

“Soak my cock,” he grunts.

Sloane stills as the orgasm runs through her body, and she closes her eyes as she screams out.

Without touching myself, my dick explodes in my pants, and I whimper.

“You ruin everything. Go sit and shut your fucking mouth. I’ll punish you later, you pathetic loser.”

Sitting watching her get fucked with wet sticky pants is uncomfortable, but I know I’ve fucked up and worry about it. Each word from her lips keeps my dick hard, even after what just happened, and I look away from them.