You can’t move; there’s barely enough space between the dinner table and the smaller work table you’re lying, belly-up, on. The bright blue ropes that bind your arms and legs to the work table are smooth and stroke your skin as you test the knots. George kisses you,
“You sure you’re up for this?” he asks.
You nod; the ring gag prevents you from talking, but the moan that escapes you when Kaiser gives your lower lips a lick makes both males growl in approval. Both have measured the chairs and table correctly as when they sit down, their pants undone, George’s thick cock lies across your mouth while Kaiser’s lies against your cunt. You shiver as the heat of both and the scent of your werewolf hits you.
“Remember, either press your foot against my stomach and tap twice, or if your mouth is free, do re me, okay?” Kaiser says.
You nod again; your boys are always so careful with you.
George adjusts himself so his cock slides into your mouth, his knot caught behind the ring so he doesn’t suffocate you, while Kaiser slips inside you. Both grunt, before clearing their throats and begin dinner.
“So, what else have you been into lately?” George asks.
You rolls your eyes even as you stroke his length with your tongue,
Kaiser snickers, “Uh… well besides tucking into something delicious and warm…” you want to kill them both; they’re supposed to act like you’re not here. Clenching a few muscles you massage his length inside you and he grunts, “… phew…”
George nods, “I know what you mean. She’s probably letting us know we’re doing it wrong.”
Kaiser laughs, “Kinda of hard to think of anything else with her down there.”
George shakes himself before taking a deep breath, “Well it wasn’t exactly an exciting day at my office. How’s work at your tattoo parlor going?” He begins eating as you begin sucking.
Kaiser follows George’s actions and begins eating, “Had a sixty-year old grandmother come in and have her seventieth tattoo done. She looks like she’s in her 30′s, and even Gene was looking.” He reaches under the table and adjusts your table, sliding you an inch closer to him, which allows you to not only suck George’s cock but also lick every throbbing inch.
George snorts, “I thought Gene was married?”
Kaiser nods, “He is. Typically, he doesn’t even glance at another woman. She appreciated the attention and damn did she have some nice work on her.”
Beneath the table, you take a moment to inhale; George strokes your cheek while Kaiser runs his hand across your hip.
Time to go to work.
Part 2 coming soon.
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