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"Come, boy." Ms. Brown commanded, beckoning the naked man towards her. Tucker had no choice but to obey. If the alluring sight of her in those gleaming stiletto heels didn't draw him in, the leash tugging around his neck sure did. Tucker crawled across the cold wood floors, not bothering to try to walk with the knowledge that they would likely just force him back to his knees. It felt like a lifetime before he had finally crossed the room to where Ms. Brown was sitting on the bed.
"I know how much you love me in these heels, Tucker, so Green and I thought we'd wear them for the special occasion, just this once." The erotic tones of her voice sent violent shivers down his spine, cock already hard from her words alone.
"I might even step on you with them, how does that sound? You want me to crush your pathetic little cock under my shoe?"
Tucker whined, hips bucking as his dick twitched at the thought. "Yes, Mommy. Please crush my puny little cock with your heels." He begged, voice breaking pathetically.
"Good boy." She praised. "But we're not gonna do that just yet. We have a special surprise planned for you tonight. But for now, why don't you come over here and lick my shoes? You wanna lick my shoes clean little the stupid little puppy you are?"
Tucker nodded frantically, tears shimmering in his eyes from desperation. "Please, please Mommy. Please let me lick your shoes."
Ms. Brown smirked, proud of what she had broken the man down to. "Go ahead, puppy."
Tucker bent, bringing his tongue to graze over her gleaming white heels. He licked the shoes until they were glistening with his saliva, all the while moaning like he was getting the best blowjob known to mankind.
"Such a good boy, cleaning my heels for me. Green, do you have the things ready?" Tucker turned his head to where Green was standing in the doorway, holding something that he couldn't see through her dark silhouette. "That wasn't an invitation for you to stop, Tucker. You don't want to be a naughty puppy, do you?" Ms. Brown's voice brought him back, frantically licking her beautiful shoes once again and resisting the urge to look back again.
"Yes, I have everything ready." Green called, voice echoing menacingly like the clicking of her heels against the floor as she approached.
"Alright then," Ms. Brown drawled. "Why don't you get our little puppy prepped?"
Tucker didn't have time to comprehend what she had said before he felt a cold, wet finger prodding against his ass. He squirmed in surprise, barely muffling a quiet whine by biting into his own hand.
"Relax, Tucker." Was all he heard before the finger was inside of him, already moving and thrusting before he got the chance to catch his breath.
"I still haven't told you that you can stop, puppy." Ms. Brown scolded, kicking Tucker's hand away from his mouth. "My shoes still aren't clean."
Tucker bit his lip harshly enough to draw blood, the absence of his hand forcing louder whines and whimpers from his already wasted throat. Regardless, he bent down again, licking is Ms. Brown's white stilettos like a kid would an ice cream cone.
Green added another finger, causing him to choke on his own saliva. "Mommy, I need to cum. Please can I cum?" He pleaded, eyes wide as he glanced up at the brown beauty above him.
"Hah! Did you hear that, Green? Our naughty little mutt wants to cum already. So sad, you couldn't even last two minutes? This kid's got the stamina of a horny teenager, such a slut."
"Such a little whore for us." Green agreed. "I'm only two fingers in, can't the dumb little cockslut at least wait until I'm done prepping him?"
But Tucker couldn't wait, arousal coiling in his gut hotter than molten lava, searing through his veins and wrapping around his balls with the sweet promise of release. "Please, please mommy. I can't take it anymore. I really need to cum, please can I cum?"
"Fine" the cold tone of Ms. Brown's voice pierced through him with her disappointment. "Just don't think we're gonna stop just because you made a little mess of yourself."
A third finger was all it took. The knot in his stomach tightened impossibly more, threatening to crush him with the pressure. And then he came, cock spasming violently and legs trembling with the force of his orgasm. He tried to swear, but his voice was cut off in a near-scream that would surely leave his voice wrecked tomorrow. He couldn't care though, mind too flooded with the seemingly endless pleasure to care about anything that may have happened before or anything that could possibly happen after.
Eventually it ended though, and overstimulation began to settle in his veins. He tried to buck his hips, to squirm away from the three fingers still abusing his ass. But a vice grip on his right hip prevented him from moving, the glove-sheathed fingernails of his green partner threatening to tear into his skin if he even dared try to escape her.
"Please, Mommy. It's too much. I can't take it Mistress. Please." He tried pleading, only met by the sharp, mean laughter of his partners.
"Too bad, Mommy over there already told you that we aren't stopping just because you jizzed yourself. You should know how to control yourself by now, and not make a mess of yourself while your Mistress is trying to prep you." Green chastised, accentuating each harsh syllable with a somehow harsher thrust of her fingers.
"And you should really learn to shut yourself up too, puppy." Ms. Brown added. "You still have to go in and talk on the news tomorrow, but because of all your slutty little noises, your voice is going to be all ruined." She faked a pout, threading her fingers through Tucker's hair before yanking his head up to meet her eyes.
"I think he's prepped enough, Brown. You want to take him from the back or are you good where you are?" Tucker heard Green say distantly, though the fingers rubbing harshly against his prostate made it hard to comprehend.
"I'm okay with what we have here, I wanna see our puppy's face when you make him cum." Ms. Brown's words sent shivers down his spine, and his cock twitched again as she brought her fingers down between her own legs, rubbing circles into her already dripping cunt through her white lingerie. Tucker moaned at the sight, feeling himself grow hard again even after willing himself not to let his arousal show. "Look at him, Green. He's rock hard again just from watching me get myself off. Such a little slut."
Green responded by removing her fingers from Tuckers ass, leaning over him to rub and grope lovingly at Ms. Brown's body. "I mean, who can blame him? Look at you, love. He's lucky to have a Mommy as hot as you." She leaned in to kiss Brown, relishing in Tucker's jealous whimpers as he watched. Occupied with the show displayed in front of him, Tucker didn't notice the rustling of Green stepping into her strap-on, or the gentle carding of fingers through his hair by her brown partner.
He nearly whined again when he saw the two pull apart, a trail of candy-sweet saliva still connecting their lips before snapping as they separated entirely. "So eager for us, aren't you, puppy? You wanna suck me off, hmm?" Brown asked gently, pulling the fingers from her own crotch to pull her panties to the side. Her fingers tightened ever so slightly in his hair, a silent demand for an answer.
"Yes, Mommy. Please let me suck you off, please. I wanna make you feel good, Mommy. Please just let me be good for you." Tucker begged, voice high and breaking from overuse. The fingers in his hair loosened, gently rubbing his scalp as a harsh contrast to the rough groping of his ass that Green had begun.
"Go ahead, little slut. Get me off like the good puppy you are. Good boy." His dick twitched again at the praise, ass clenching on nothing as a silent plea for Green to give him something more.
To his relief, Green answered his silent pleas, shoving her 10-inch strap inside him and bottoming out in one go. A choked moan was forced from his throat, surprise mingled with searing pleasure-pain setting his nerves ablaze. "You have a job to do, Puppy. Don't forget that. Let Mommy use you like the good boy you are. Focus on getting her off, or I'll have to stop."
"Yes, Mistress" was all he could whimper out, afraid that anything more would give away his tear-choked voice, and his dignity had already been bruised one too many times that night. With that, he got to work, kissing Ms. Brown's inner thighs with practiced passion, slowly circling closer and closer to her cunt. She gripped the back of his head with greater fervor when he finally pressed a gentle kiss to her clit before liking a stripe along the center of her cunt.
"So good for me, puppy." She praised, the tightness of her voice music to Tucker's ears. The praise made him shine, desperate to please his mommy the best he could. With renewed effort, he swirled his tongue around her clit, stopping to give a single harsh suck every once in a while just to hear her hiss in pleasure. Her moans sounded to him like the greatest symphony ever conducted, and the wetness of her cunt tasted of the sweetest candy to ever pass his lips. He never wanted to leave this moment, feeling as though the world could not get better than this.
But then it did, as Green slowly pulled back, leaving only the head of her strap still inside of him, before slamming into his prostate dead on. He choked out a muffled scream against Ms. Brown's cunt, resulting in a pornographic moan from her in return. "God-fuck, Tucker. So good, so fucking good for me, Puppy." She panted, voice strained with pleasure and desperation barely evident on the edge of her words.
"Yeah, so good for both of us. Such a good little slut, taking my cock so well." Green added, setting a ruthless pace and relishing in the high-pitched noises coming from him in a constant stream.
Tucker pulled away panting, much to Brown's disappointment. "Close- fuck. Mistress, please please can you let me cum? Mommy, Mistress please." He begged, tears welling in his eyes from pleasure and desperation.
"Fine, go ahead. But just know we aren't stopping until both Brown and I have come as well." Green said cruelly, emphasized by another heavy thrust of her hips. Whimpering, Tucker leaned back into Ms. Brown's body, moving his tongue inside her and tasting as much of her chocolate-sweet juices as he could.
"I- fuck, I'm getting close too, Green." Ms. Brown sighed. Green responded only by locking their lips together again, swallowing her quiet sighs and moans while still mercilessly thrusting into the shaking man below her.
Brown pulled away as she gasped, a drawn out moan leaving her chocolate lips as she came, grinding down on Tucker's face while still trying to kiss he lover, though her fuzzy brain found it difficult to concentrate.
"God, puppy. So good for us." Ms. Brown drawled as he slowly pulled away, still jolting harshly back and forth with the force of Green's thrusts.
"Fuck, Mommy, Mistress, please-" Tucker nearly sobbed, eyes filled to the brim with tears that threatened to spill with every weighted pound into his prostate.
"Go ahead, slut. Cum for us." And Green's permission was all it took. Tuckers legs trembled as he came with a cry, cock twitching pathetically as it let out shorter strings of cum this time. He distantly thought that next time might be dry, and the thought forced another choked sob from his lips.
Green's thrusts slowed, letting him ride out his orgasm without wanting to overstimulate him too much just yet. She shushed him gently, smiling as Ms. Brown wiped stray tears from his cheeks. "Was that good, puppy?" Brown asked, kneeling down next to him and guiding him to his feet as Green pulled out.
"Yes, so good, Mommy. So good." He panted, weak legs trembling even more violently with the effort of standing.
"Good, because we're gonna try and get one more out of you." Ms. Brown purred, shoving him onto the bed before pinning his arms above his head.
"But-"
"Don't you remember?" She interrupted. "We warned you that we weren't stopping until both of us finish. And need I remind you that your Mistress still hasn't come yet? Now that doesn't seem very fair to her, does it? Don't you wanna help make Green feel good too?"
Tucker couldn't answer with anything but a feeble whimper as green straddled him, strap-on discarded and wet cunt positioned directly on top of his softened dick. She grinded down slowly, rubbing her clit against the head of his cock and making him whine pathetically, cock hardening once again without his permission. "Fuck-" He breathed.
"You're gonna let me use you like my little toy, right slut? You're gonna have no choice but to sit there and take it like the good puppy you are, and you're gonna enjoy every second of it like a fucking whore." Green spat, venomous words injecting into him like an aphrodisiac and bringing his dick to full hardness.
He almost didn't notice when Ms. Brown came to straddle him too, chest flush against Green's back and gloved hands exploring her figure with unmatched adoration. She watched over Green's shoulder as she positioned herself above Tucker's dick before sinking down, a soft moan leaving her lips as she bottomed out in one go.
"You're so pretty, Green. So beautiful." Brown muttered, pressing gentle kisses into her throat. Her hands moved to her partner's hips, gripping firmly and guiding her hips to grind down against the cock inside her. She let out another moan, this one louder than before, and the sound alone made Tucker want to turn her around and rail her into the mattress like there was no tomorrow. The weight on his legs restricted him though, as did the warning glance he received from Ms. Brown.
"Shit, Brown." Green gasped, bouncing a little on Tucker's dick and relishing the drag of his head against her g-spot.
"So pretty." Was all Ms. Brown said, trailing her hand up to Green's breasts before moving down to rub fast circles into her clit.
"Oh, fuck-" She sighed, clenching tightly around Tucker and bouncing slightly harder, forcing overstimulated sobs from his already spent throat. "Taking it- hah- taking it like the slut you are, isn't that right puppy?" She mocked, setting a faster pace and moaning louder than before.
"Yes, mistress. Please I'm close again. Please can this be the last one? It hurts mistress, please. I'll be so good for you." Tucker pleaded, knuckles turning white with the vice grip he had on the sheets.
"'m close too, Brown, fuck." She panted, moaning unabashedly when Ms. Brown's hand came to wrap around her throat as the other still abused her clit.
A sharp bite to the side of her neck and a particularly rough grind down, and she too was coming, eyes rolling back into her head before fluttering shut with ecstasy, a blissful smile on her face as she removed Brown's hand from her throat to hold it in her own. "Shit-" She panted.
She clenched around Tucker almost painfully, the sensation sending him hurdling over the edge once again as he came with a sob, dick twitching pathetically inside of Green but nothing coming out, That didn't make it any less intense, though, air coming into his lungs as sharp as splinters to his overworked throat and cock throbbing with agony and pure euphoria at the same time.
It took him a while to calm down from his third orgasm, but when he did, he was tired. Green had half a mind to keep a towel and glass of water in the room before they started, knowing he wouldn't be awake long enough to properly take care of himself. So when his eyelids began to droop to a close, she and Brown just sighed and handed him the water, wetting the towel before rubbing it along his oversensitive body, hoping to get at least most of the evidence of their night cleaned up.
"Are you feeling okay? Brown asked. "I bet you tore your throat up pretty bad, and you're gonna be sore, but we didn't hurt you, right?"
Tucker only groaned. "Fuck you guys. I have to work tomorrow, AS A NEWSCASTER, and the two of you decided that wrecking my vocal cords would be a good idea. I hate you guys." Green and Ms. Brown laughed softly, turning in to cuddle either side of him.
His voice softened. "Could you guys please wear the boots more again? I really like them." He mumbled, suddenly timid.
"Sorry, I can't handle walking in those fuckers every day." Green laughed.
"Maybe on special occasions, though." Ms. Brown added, pressing her forehead into Tucker's as the three of them drifted off.
"Ugh, fine."