The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 4 - David Has A Double

After that the reception came to an end and, a little while later, our party was staggering across the Leidseplein to our Hotel. Solitaire and Stiletto and Sapphire and Natalya headed off to their respective double rooms but Miss Spiteful had to watch impatiently as Kelly and I separated David and Tom. They had a mutual loathing of the English and, arm in arm, were serenading the hotel lobby with Irish Republican songs.

David was drunk but his brain was still functioning and he blinked and shook his head as he realised that he and I were not alone in our bedroom. He must have thought that he was seeing double as Kelly and I, standing side by side, stripped off our bridesmaids’ dresses and knickers. We were wearing identical white basques, with long suspenders down to our stocking tops, and revealing our shaven male genitals. We posed coquettishly as David tried to focus his eyes on these twin apparitions from heaven before him.

“Quick, get him a drink,” Kelly whispered and I poured David a glass of whisky from the bottle that I opened and left in the room earlier.  He gulped it down and squared his shoulders. I heaved a small sigh. David was ready for us both.

We stripped him naked, hampered by his attempts to grope our breasts and genitals, and then I nodded to Kelly as I held David upright. “You go first.”

She smiled her thanks, rested her bottom on the edge of the bed and then laid back, raising her legs in the air and spreading them apart. I guided David towards and let his natural instincts do the rest. His rampant penis homed in on her sphincter and, more gently than I expected, forced its way past the tight puckered skin. Kelly gasped and her legs came down onto David’s shoulders as he leant over her, the high heels of her orange shoes scraping down his back.

When we had been planning this ambush, I had assured Kelly that over-indulgence in alcohol would not inhibit David’s lovemaking or his powers of recovery. He was proving me right, driving hard in and out of Kelly, who was whooping with delight and I had to be careful that I did not lose an eye to the heels of the shoes on the ends of her flailing stockinged legs. I was close to David’s back so that I rasp my finger nails down his bare back, which I knew he found stimulating. Then I had to move round to stop Kelly masturbating as I hated to waste good semen. It was close, when David growled, shuddered and exploded inside her, Kelly’s shaft swelled and quivered and I had to press my fingers firmly against the basis of her penis to stop her ejaculating. David kept grinding away under until he had fully expended himself and then almost slumped down on top of Kelly before I caught him. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her breasts, still bearing the red marks where David’s hands had gripped them during their coupling. Kelly gasped again as I pulled David away from her and his still engorged penis slid out of her rectum, followed by a copious flood of escaping semen.

When David had been guided to a chair and his whisky glass refilled, I turned back to Kelly who was sitting upright again and sucking her fingers, having wiped them between the sticky tops of her thighs. I dipped my fingers in too as I sat down beside her and, having licked them clean, got a cigarette each for us from my handbag.

“Well, how was that for you?” I asked, exhaling a pale blue plume of smoke.

“Incredible,” Kelly replied. “I feel as if I’ve had a road drill up inside me. No wonder you won’t leave him for me. But has he got enough left for you as well tonight?”

We looked at David slumped naked in the chair opposite too us, his eyes squinting as he tried to connect the swaying rim of his whisky glass with his lips.

“Nae bother!” I mimicked David’s Scots accent. “Give him a few more minutes and then, after we have put on a little show for him, he’ll be as good as new.”

I leant forward and jabbed a fingernail into David’s exposed purple glans and was rewarded with an immediate upward jerk of his penis.

“Works for me,” Kelly agreed.  

I stubbed out our cigarettes in the ashtray and turned back to find that Kelly had drawn one of her long legs up on the bed and was smiling expectantly at me. I put my fingers on her jawbone and drew her face towards mine for a kiss. The tips of our tongues darted between each others lips, tasting and savouring the alcohol, nicotine, salt and semen cocktail. Our lips pressed together, we stood up, Kelly’s hand scooping our breasts out of their cups so that our nipples could be rubbed and stimulated. Our erect penises fenced until they were flattened, throbbing, between our waists and our nylon stockings crackled with static electricity as our entwined legs rasped again each other.

“Have we got time?” Kelly gasped as she broke away for air. ”I’m ready to explode here”. I looked out of the corner of my eyes. “No, David will be coming for me any moment. Give him the short whip and use your nails if you can get close enough without getting hit. He likes that but he’s hasn’t got eyes in the back of his head.”

“Ingrid! You bitch!”  David roared. “You tricked me into that!” He staggered to his feet and lurched towards us but he was still having trouble focusing his eyes and working out which semi naked blonde was his.

In fact it was Kelly who was seized by her hair, received a stinging open handed smack across her right cheek and pushed face down on to the bed. Ignored by my husband, I stood there, as he repeatedly smacked her bare bottom until it turned bright red. When he paused, I thrust the whip into his hand and, barely grunting an acknowledgement, he began belabouring Kelly’s already sore posterior. I was totally bemused, remembering my doing the same to her in her Berlin Hotel bedroom when her attitude to me had become intolerable. History repeated itself when David threw the whip aside and, forcing the cheeks of Kelly’s bottom apart, roughly thrust his hard and throbbing penis into her sphincter.        

Kelly had had been squirming as she sobbed and squealed at the pain from the previous assaults but now she let out an agonised scream as her back arched and stiffened. Once David had got into a grunting rhythm, I stepped forward and ran my nails down his chest and back, making sure that they made deep furrows in his skin. David and Kelly both howled as he jerked upright in shock before getting back to finishing his task. A few more applications of my fingernails later, David’s breath quickened and his thrusts deepened. Then his body shuddered and his semen was pumping into the prostrate Kelly. A veteran of rough drunken sex with David, which we both enjoyed, reversing the roles when we felt like it, I knew that he was spent for the night. Once he had withdrawn his dripping shaft, he allowed me to push him on to the bed where he rolled over and went straight to sleep.

Kelly was still face down on the counterpane, her feet on the floor, whimpering with shock, pain and humiliation. I sat down beside and gently lifted her tear streaked face towards mine.

“What happened?” she muttered before my lips met hers. Very soon she responded to my kiss and our tongues were darting against each others as our hands moved over each others bodies.

We sank down on to the bed as our caresses became more passionate, ignoring the gently snoring David beside us.

“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered and Kelly’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Me?” she gasped for I had always been the one to enter her.

“Yes, please, please!” I almost begged, pulling her body on top of mine and spreading my legs. Kelly put her hands behind my neck and lifted my face to hers, kissing me tenderly. I could feel her hardened penis, aroused by our foreplay and David’s assault, pulsing against one of my hips and I tried shifting my torso to encourage her to get between my legs. But Kelly was taking control of our lovemaking and was not going to be hurried. She stroked my cheekbones and ran the tip of her tongue across my upper lip, my nose and my eyelids and briefly traced the contours of each ear, making my body shudder against hers. Kelly mashed our breasts together, the touch of the erect nipples acting like electric prods, and then lifted herself so that one of her hands could move down to stroke my groin and my throbbing penis.

“Not yet”, I groaned. “Come inside me first”. I was pleading, no longer the Mistress but her slave now. Kelly smiled and kissed me again as she shifted her body, our penises colliding as she manoeuvred hers into position.

“At Last!” I breathed, raising my knees and pushing my thighs apart with my own hands. Kelly paused and lowered her head to look down between our bodies, loose strands of her blonde hair trailing across my lips and nose and her warm breath tickling my outstretched throat.

Then she slowly stood up as her glans probed at my sphincter, grasping my ankles and moving further away as she pushed in. I gasped as the muscles were forced apart and her long smooth penis moved up in side me, waves of pain and ecstasy shooting up my spine. Kelly adjusted her stance on the floor, making me jerk, but ensuring that her stockinged feet would not slip during our act of love. She released my ankles and I crossed them behind her back as she bent forward again.

Her first thrust was sheer agony, pain everywhere, purple lights before my eyes and then she was moving up and down in side me and I was able to adjust my breathing to match her strokes. Pleasure was overtaking the pain now, that stimulation of the nerve ends that only penetration brings and, at each up thrust, I released a sigh and then a grunt as Kelly’s shaft pulled back.

Every now and then ribs and stitching on our basques or the clips on our suspenders would snag against their counterparts and we would have to pause to release them but Kelly’s climax was approaching. Her rhythm quickened as her leaking lubricant eased passage, her breath grew harsher and more hair was flicking across my face but I was concentrating on the pounding rod in my colon and trying not to ejaculate myself. At last Kelly cried out, she straightened up and her head was thrown back, her mouth open as she tried to expand her chest in its restrictive corset. I felt the first spatter of her semen and then spurts of the warm liquid against the inflamed inner tissue, soothing and satisfying. Kelly kept thrusting, her cries now a strange whimper as her body spasmed and her penis pumped more of her seed inside me.

“OH NO!” I almost screamed as I could no longer control my own body and an electric spark seemed to run up my shaft as it too twitched and began hurling globules of my sperm over both of our bare groins and our lacy and expensive white basques.

Kelly slowly and considerately withdrew her wet and dripping penis from within me but I still gasped as the stretched and bruised muscles were at last allowed to relax and I gingerly lowered my legs, wincing again at the aching tendons.

My own penis was still swaying; semen oozing from the reddened glans and Kelly grasped the shaft so that she could wipe the discharge with her fingers. She sucked at them with pleasure and then collected some more from both of our bellies, offering her sticky hand out to me to lick clean.

I savoured the taste of my own cum and then, pulling myself backwards onto the bed, held out my arms for Kelly to join me.

We kissed and cuddled, stroking each others bodies, rubbing our legs together because neither of wanted the wonderful feeling in our bodies to pass but alcohol and our exertions eventually took their toll and we both felt asleep but not before murmuring how much we loved each other.

David was still fast asleep when Kelly and I awoke and remained so as we giggled and gurgled through an act of soixante-neuf beside him.

At last, Kelly and I had to get off the bed, use the toilet, shave, wash and dress before performing the same services for a semi comatose David.  

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