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Percy began by stroking a feather over her arse. She loved this part—the softness, the sweetness, yet she never knew when the first smack would—
“Oh!” A leather strap came down on her arse.
“You like that, don’t you, my sweet Prissy?”
Priscilla bit her lip. “Oh, Percy, you know I do.” The lovely sting melted over her arse, permeating through to her innermost center, slowly turning into pleasure. Sparkling tingles surged through her. Then the feather again, the softness such a grand contrast to the sting of the slap. And just when she was getting used to the contrast—
Smack! Another came down on her arse.
“Such a stunning arse you have, my dear,” Percy said. “These ladies here are all lovely, but not one arse can hold a candle to yours.”
“Oh, you do say the sweetest things, my love,” Prissy said, biting her lip again.
Four more swats, and Prissy was near orgasm. “Percy, my love, you must fuck me now. I need a hard cock in my quim.”
“Would you like to do the honors, Beaverhausen?” Percy said.
“I would be obliged,” Beaverhausen said.
Seconds later, the head of a cock nudged Prissy’s lips. Beaverhausen was large, the largest man here tonight, and oh, such a sweet burn would he give her.
“Yes, Beaverhausen,” she said. “Fuck me good. I need a good fucking. Have at me, Beaverhausen. Hammer me.”
He thrust his cock into her wet cunt. “Dear Lady Peacock,” he said, “you do have the tightest little quim. It’s a pleasure to fuck you.”
“I’m going to spank your bottom while you fuck my wife, Beaverhausen,” Peacock said.
Smack! As Percy’s strap came down upon Beaverhausen’s arse, he plunged harder into Prissy’s cunt.
“Nice, Peacock,” Beaverhausen said, his breath hot against Prissy’s neck. “Each time you smack my arse, I can thrust even farther into your wife’s tight pussy.”
Beaverhausen continued to fuck her into oblivion. Prissy longed to slide her fingers downward and diddle her clitoris, but she was still bound. But the stretch, the exquisite stretch of Beaverhausen pounding her, the vibrations tingled her nub—soo
n she was on the verge of climax.
“Wait, wait! I’m going to come!”
“As am I, my lady. One more good swat, Peacock, and I’m going to shoot my load.”
Smack!
The sting bubbled through Prissy as if it had come down on her own arse. Her orgasm started in her clitoris, slid through her pussy lips, and up into her cunt through her whole body, emanating into her arms and legs, tingling. One last thrust, and Beaverhausen pulled out, spurting his cream onto Prissy’s back. Its warmth drizzled over her.
“Good God, Peacock, your wife’s pussy is the tightest in here.”
“Yes, ’tis a lucky man am I,” Percy agreed.
Beaverhausen strode to a shelf, brought back a moist rag, and cleaned Prissy’s back. “Thank you for a most wonderful fuck, Lady Peacock.”
“It was my pleasure, Baron Beaverhausen.” Prissy smiled.
Prissy’s arse was not yet sated, and she wanted another spanking—this time from one of the ladies. She looked around to see who might be available. She preferred Fannie, but her friend was being fucked by her husband, Gutenberg, and Hardwood was fucking Angelica’s arse. McHunt the voyeur was watching. That left the adorable Poppea available. Currently, she was pleasuring herself with a glass phallus in her arsehole.
Prissy strode toward Poppea, who was lying on a leather chaise longue, her thighs pulled upward, plunging the phallus in and out of her tightness.
“You look so beautiful, Poppea,” Prissy said.
“Prissy,” Poppea panted. “If you would suck on my clitoris for just a moment… I am so near climax…”
