One Night Three Hearts (6 page)

Jason picked his head up and told her to let go and to come for him. Her thighs started to shake as Matt urged her on as well. He started putting more pressure in a circular motion around her clit, and that is when her dam burst. Jason’s eyes went wide, and she saw he was still going slow on himself, but with a much firmer grip. She wanted to climb on his lap and ride on him, but she knew there was no way Matt would allow it, and Matt told Jason that he should wait and not to climax yet.
 

All she saw when the orgasm took over was Jason’s slack jawed stare back at her.

“Look at the mess our whore made,” Matt said. “What else do whores do, Jason?”

“They get on their knees,” Jason replied.

Whore. They called me a whore.

Matt unwound himself from her body, and she sunk backwards on to the bed as she gasped from the waves subsiding.

“That they do, Jason. They certainly do that.”

Rose barely summoned enough energy to turn herself over from her back to her stomach. Getting on her knees was the hardest part, and a huge sense of relief flowed through her when Matt pushed her back forward so the top half of her body could rest on the bed.

“Let’s see how good of a job you did here,” she heard Matt say from behind her. Fingers spread entered the crack of her ass and pulled her cheeks apart.

Oh no. Not again.

“Look at it,” Matt said. “She is still tight; she should open up immediately, and her ass should want to swallow you. Instead, she is resisting and still needs a ton of lube.” One of the fingertips vacated a cheek, probed her anus and the inflamed skin around it stung.

“No, Matt… please don’t!” she begged.

 
The hard open-palmed smack on her ass made a sound that reverberated off the walls. The nerve endings in her right ass cheek seemed to pause from the shock, and then the true reality of pain hit her a second later. A hand grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to the point where she thought her neck would break, and Matt’s hot breath was right next to her ear.

“Don’t you ever tell me ‘no’ again,” he said in a menacing voice. “Do you fucking understand me?”

Yes. And now I remember this particular conversation.

The grip on her hair tightened and jerked a bit more. “Answer me!”

“Yes!” she cried.

He shoved her head down into the pillow, and the mattress springs squeaked as his weight from the bed disappeared. It frustrated her that she couldn’t see what was going on to confirm her suspicions, and all she could hear was her husband in the chair behind her sporadically groaning and the soft sounds of him slowly jerking himself off.

Her ears picked up Matt’s footsteps on the carpet, a drawer opening and closing, then what seemed like plastic packaging ripping apart. A strange sound of metal clicking against metal. Too scared to move her head from the pillow, Rose felt like she was inhaling her own harsh breath. Footsteps moved Matt back towards her, but he didn’t get back on the bed.

“Spread your legs more, and get up on your elbows,” he commanded from behind her. She obliged by sliding her right knee a few inches towards the edge of the bed, and raised her head from the pillow. Her right cheek still stung from the slap, and she thought how much of a mark it would leave if he hit her again.

“More,” Matt said. She heard that weird clicking sound again as she inched her knee even further and tried to equalize her weight on her elbows and forearms. Rose clutched her bound hands against the headboard in a death grip that caused her knuckles to turn white.

“Good girl,” Matt said. “See? All you have to do is treat her like the whore she is and she’ll respect you.” Rose heard her husband agree as a hand returned to her cheeks to spread them apart again. Something cold, smooth, and coated with a liquid pressed against her anus. She tried to quell the panic building inside her.

“Do you have a good view?” Matt asked, presumably of Jason. Again she heard her husband agree; it sounded like his breathing was more labored than before, and she could hear the unmistakable sound of the strokes on his cock slap faster.

“This is how you stretch her. Watch.” The cold liquid metal pressed harder on her anus. She tightened her muscles instinctively, but the pressure kept insisting to bypass it, making her grunt as the object got wider.

Finally, her anus loosened enough for the object to enter and then immediately closed around it; she tempered her groan by gritting her teeth. Something slightly bigger than a quarter was inside her; it felt spherical and it pressed up against her internal anal wall as if it wanted to drop out. What felt like a thick string cut into the flesh between her anus and vagina. And another cold object hit her inner thigh’s skin.

This is Matt’s fantasy. One of the first ones he shared with me. He wanted to do this to me. He wanted to tie me up and shove them into my ass.

“That is the most beautiful thing I think I ever saw,” Jason said breathlessly behind her.

Rose’s muscles wanted the invasive object out of her, and they convulsively contracted and expanded in an attempt to push it out. The tender flesh guarding the opening burned hotter each time, and it felt like she lost control of her own body’s functions. The hand spreading her cheeks apart disappeared, and she mentally braced herself against another stinging slap with a sharp intake of breath.

Please don’t hit me again, Matt. Please take it out of me. Please just stop this and fuck me instead.

All she could do was silently beg him.

A hand firmly pushed down on her torso until her chest rested flat against the coverlet, and her lower body rose up because there was nowhere else she could go. Then half a minute later, a wet finger pushed past her labia, found her clit, and lightly teased it with a repetitive back and forth motion. Relief washed through her.

“You’re going to keep that in, or I’m going to pinch that clit between my fingernails so hard, they’ll hear you scream on the first floor of this hotel,” Matt hissed. “And if you want to scream, then you better do it in that pillow. You will hold all of them in, and I will be the only one to take them out.”

Rose willed her body to resist the pleasure that tortuous finger gave her, get off the bed, and run out of the hotel room. Her body denied her, and she bit the pillow covering beneath her face instead.

Another smooth, soaking object pressed up against her anus. It was bigger than the one inside her, but not significantly larger. She did her best to relax her muscles, and it slid in easier than the first one. She could feel it brush up against its mate inside her anal cavity, and she promptly let out a small scream into the pillow. The rubbing on her clit intensified, and she couldn’t stop her hips from grinding slightly against that finger which pulled away to allow only the fingernail to graze it.

That’s it, right? Two? I can handle two. Please stop there and let me grind against you.

“That’s my good girl,” cooed Matt. “See? She probably figured out how amazing it will be if I put in a few more.”

More? How many are left?

“Matt,” her husband groaned. “Put the big one and the rest in her. I’m getting close. I can’t hold back anymore.”

It is a little unsettling to hear my husband groan another man’s name. I can’t think about that right now. The big one? There is a bigger one?

Her cheeks felt more of the newest entrant than the two prior, and the finger rubbed harder into her clit. Rose squeezed her eyes shut beneath the blindfold and saw small explosions in the blackness. The metal ball dwarfed the two inside her, and it kept pushing into her.

“Open up and relax, or it is really going to hurt,” Matt warned her.

It hurts no matter what. But you know I love the pain and the thrill that comes with it.

Her muscles didn’t want to cooperate, and instead of relaxing, they tensed up and tried to push out the existing balls inside her. The rubbing stopped, and another finger joined the one already on her clit to surround it. Her full attention switched to her pussy, and what was about to happen to it.
 

At the same moment, the largest metal ball covered in liquid shoved violently into her, along with some smaller ones immediately after. Rose exhaled a long, guttural moan into the pillow, and felt relieved that this phase was finally over. The fingers disappeared. There were so many balls in her that she lost count of them. All she could hear was the sound of her short, hurried breaths escaping through her clenched teeth along with her rapidly beating heart.

One of them said something about a reward and swallowing her husband’s cock, but everything was lost in a hazy cloud of pain. The conversation around her sounded like it was coming from the next room. It took all of her concentration to keep her muscles tight against all those metal balls in her and to fight off the temptation to push them out of her.

The powerful slap on her left cheek snapped her back to reality.

“I said sit the fuck up!” Matt said, pausing between each word to emphasize how serious he was about it. Rose didn’t know where she found the strength to push up her heavy body with her hands and sit back on her knees while maintaining the tense hold on the anal balls. Someone pressed fingers against her asshole, as if to double insure those balls wouldn’t come out, and exerted upward pressure on her shoulder to raise up off her calves, while her feet dangled over the edge of the bed.

Everything happened so quickly. The weight of someone else on the bed caused a depression in front of her, someone’s head placed itself between her thighs, fingers spread her pussy, and a tongue was on her clit. She was told to lean forward and swallow, and she wound up straddling her arms on either side of her husband’s hips with her bound hands grasping the base of his swollen rod.

Jason’s familiar cock hit the back of her throat. After she finished gagging on it, she ran her tongue around the crevice beneath its tip, then proceeded to take him inch by inch. Rose was vaguely aware that a second set of hands were on her pussy and spreading her vaginal hole open. A finger inserted itself, then it was quickly joined by another. They bent forward at their respective knuckles, searching for her g-spot again. They paused at the wall directly opposite of where she held the balls inside her, then retreated to keep her spread open.
 

 
For the second time that night, Matt entered her.

Beneath the blindfold, sweat intermingled with the water droplets from her hair and the dried tears around her eyes. Rose rested her tongue on her husband’s shaft; a vein pulsed on her tastebuds coated with the salty taste from his cock’s tip. Somehow, she resisted the temptation to graze it with her teeth to get back at Jason. The pleasure he got from watching Matt's slaps on her face confounded her. Jason would say something if she did, and Matt doing something painful to her Instead, she balanced her forward weight on both sides of Jason’s hips by digging her elbows into the top soft layers of the mattress.

Her entire body tensed in anticipation of Matt’s thrust into her from behind. Jason ceased his teasing laps at her clit and his fingers no longer spread her apart. She faintly heard him panting and begging her not to stop, but she could not comply. Every muscle in her body seized from a combination of tension and exhaustion.

Matt brutally filled her with deliberate and pronounced movements. His razor sharp fingernails cut into her hip’s flesh, and she remained as still as she could as he pounded his cock into her. If Matt wanted her to move, then he would do or say something. Intense pleasure pulsed throughout her body whenever Matt’s cock rubbed against the flesh separating it from the balls tightly held in her ass.

Rebellion bubbled within her again. Rose tried to relax and willed her hips to move against him, but all she could do was moan around Jason’s cock.

I can do this forever.

The nip on her inner thigh snapped her out of her stupor. Rose was so preoccupied with Matt's actions that she forgot about Jason. She assumed the nip indicated she was no longer allowed to passively enjoy this tryst's festivities without putting forth some effort of her own. Rose lapped at her husband's throbbing muscle as if to reassure him that she still loved and desired him. His tongue resumed licking and sucking her clit as Matt pounded into her.

"You can come when they are all out," Matt said breathlessly.

A temporary sense of release washed through her. Matt slowly pulled one of the metal balls out and the feeling it gave her when it exited was one of sweet relief. Rose's stomach started to spasm as an indicator that a powerful climax would soon consume her. The combination of Matt inside her, the metal balls, and Jason massaging her clit with his tongue was almost too much for her to bear.

It was as if Matt could read her mind and he deliberately paused in between removing each ball. Rose's mental image of their exits played like time lapse photography. It was the only thing she could focus on. She clenched her teeth as fresh beads of sweat slicked her forehead.

Jason brought her out of her dazed state again; this time he jerked his hips upwards and his warm juices shot into her mouth. Rose swallowed it all and eagerly licked up anything remaining on his slowly softening cock. She kissed the top of Jason's thighs as she did throughout the years of their marriage, and she buried her face into his hip. His moans temporarily halted his tongue's pulsations on her, and she could hear his head fall back onto the bed's coverlet.

Matt's leisurely pace to remove the remaining two balls inside her drove her insane. Her thighs shook against the ones dangling from her. His grunts grew louder and his thrusts became stronger as his sweaty palms forced her hips to jerk towards him. Rose sensed he was close to emptying his load inside her, and all she could do was reflexively tighten around him as muttered something unintelligible through his moans.

"I am going to pull them out," Jason said weakly from between her knees. "Tighten yourself, and you will feel so good."