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Another cube, held in my mouth, rubbing up and down her slit, cold and warmth again, hard and soft surfaces in concert. Touching her clit, another orgasm, then sucking her clit through the worst or best of it; her orgasm extending for a couple minutes.
Two more cubes in her pussy, then pushing my cock inside, plugging it. Feeling the ice rubbing against me, the cold mixed with her own steamy heat. Putting the clothes pins on her nipples, pinching them, making her yip. Fucking her hard again, pummeling her mound, slamming against her clit over and over, making her cum over and over again, her howls of pleasure muffled by her own underwear. Waiting just before I was about to cum, then pulling the pins off her nipples with my teeth, one after the other, making her cum once last time as I emptied myself in her, throbbing, thick ropes of cum mixing with the water.
Pulsing the last few drops of cum in her fluttering pussy, pulling out, liquid leaking from her. Damn! I'd be sleeping in a wet spot tonight, right in the middle of the bed. Her quivering slowing, stopping, heavy breaths through her nose, sucking for air. I pulled the soggy panties from her mouth.
"Scott?" A dry, whispered inquiry, still unsure of who had fucked her like this. Semi sure, but not positive if it was the right fucker.
"Who else," I finally answered.
"You asshole," she hissed. "I can't believe you did that, you bastard."
"You can't tell me you didn't like it. I know better."
"Let me go, you prick."
"Asshole, bastard, prick. Pick one and stick to it."
"Fine, you fucker! Let me go."
"I like that one. Fucker. That fits me just fine."
She glared at me, then started grinning, unable to maintain her anger, given the fucking she'd just had.
"You really are a fucker. Are you going to let me go?"
"Not yet. One more thing left to do."
"What's that?"
I got over her in a sixty-nine, my cock dangling over her head.
"What makes you think I won't bite that off if you put it anywhere near my mouth?" She was still trying to be angry, but not having much success.
"I guess I'll just have to find out."
I wasn't stupid though. I licked and sucked her to another orgasm before I let my prick anywhere near her teeth. Thankfully, when I lowered myself enough for her mouth to reach it, it opened up and started sucking our mutual fluids off. I kept pleasuring her and she kept pleasuring me until I spasmed once more, sending spurts of cum down her throat. She swallowed it all.
Standing up, I looked down at her, still stretched on the bed, open and vulnerable.
"You're the most beautiful woman I know. I can't believe I just fucked you. It's like I fucked a movie star or supermodel, completely outside my normal frame of reference." I ran a hand over her breasts again. Perfect mounds that remained somewhat peaked, not flattening too much. "Absolutely incredible. Sam is a lucky fucking man."
I started to release her, hands first, then her legs. She stretched, moving to relax tense muscles. I laid down beside her and pulled her on top of me, just holding her, kissing her, our tongues intertwining.
We kissed for several minutes, our breathing and heartbeats slowing, the flush of the fucking passing.
"What made you decide to do that?" Marcia asked, laying her head on my chest.
"I was looking for something to use as sex toys to, you know, be a little creative. I didn't really find much I could use except the clothespins. Then I remembered the scene from the movie 9 and ½ Weeks where Mickey Rourke uses the ice cubes on Kim Bassinger. I figured that could be the sex toy. Then when I left to get the ice, you asked where I was going. I thought, mess with her head a little. When I return, she'll be 90-95% certain it's me, but there will be this tiny part of her wondering if it's someone else; that she's fucking a complete stranger. That tiny part will make this fucking memorable."
"God! You were right. I couldn't help but think there was a stranger who came into the open door and was now fucking me, or perhaps you'd gotten someone else to help you fuck me. I had no way of knowing how long I was lying there. Almost certain it was you with just a hint of uncertainty. You can't believe how much I orgasmed."
"Oh yes I can. I felt most of them strangling my dick. They were righteously powerful."
She laughed. "I almost don't want to fuck again. It would be an anticlimax."
"If that's what you want."
She laughed again. "Fuck that! Who the hell cares if it's an anticlimax. I still want to feel your prick in my ass."
I joined her laughing. "It might take a few minutes. That last orgasm took a lot out of me."
Marcia looked up at me, and keeping her eyes on me, slowly moved down my body, kissing and nibbling as she went. Finding my limp prick, still looking at me, she opened her mouth and swallowed it all, slowly moving up and down my shaft as I started swelling. It didn't take nearly as long as I thought it would before she was kneeling on the bed in front of me with my prick up her pucker, fucking her again.
Ten-thirty rolled around we were resting once more, still breathing hard. Marcia was considering getting up and leaving. There was a knock on the door.
"Who the hell is that?" Marcia said, pulling some covers over herself.
"I'm not sure," I said, getting up, engaging the security bolt and cracking the door.
William and Evelyn Thornhill with Regina.
"Hi, there," Bill said. "You have one more day with her. I thought I should return her."
"Just a minute." I closed the door to release the lock, then stood behind the door and let them in.
They all saw Marcia on the bed, sheet pulled up to her chin.
"I wondered where you were when I didn't see you at supper, Marcia. How are you?" Bill asked.
"Peachy keen and well fucked," Marcia responded.
"Here I thought you'd be sitting alone in your room watching TV or something," Bill said.
"I thought the same until she showed up at the restaurant," I replied. "It was a pleasant surprise. She was just thinking about going."
"Do you have to?" Evelyn asked Marcia.
"Afraid so. Work tomorrow. I need my beauty rest."
"How did the day go with your two slaves?" I asked Bill.
"Evelyn and I had a nice reunion. I've missed her. Regina had some more cunt licking lessons from Monique, then she had to practice on everyone else there except the kids. I think she's desperate for cock right now, aren't you, Regina?"
"Yes, sir. Very much so."
"I'll turn Robert loose on her when we get back to your house. He hasn't fucked anyone all day."
"It's a long drive," I said.
"Oh, we flew," Bill said. "I'm thinking thirty minutes in the air once we reach the heliport."
"I worked late tonight, so I should be able to leave here early tomorrow and get home before the poker game starts."
"I can send the helo for you if you want?"
"No thanks. Save it for some time when I need it. It's possible Lucia will deliver next week and I'll need a fast way to get here."
Bill smiled. "Done. Take care of my slave one more night and I'll see you tomorrow."
"You got it. Give mine a kiss from me."
"I will. Goodbye, Evelyn, Marcia. Have a nice time."
"Thank you, Master." "Goodnight, Bill." Followed him out the door.
Evelyn took her clothes off, climbing into bed, kissing first me, a Master, then Marcia, free or a slave, depending on the day of the week and the presence of her Master. Evelyn slid down her body, going for her pussy and finding it quickly.
"Fuck!" Marcia moaned. "What the hell. Sam and Chantelle are gone until Wednesday. So what if I don't get a ton of sleep tonight. I can sleep all fucking weekend."
Evelyn looked up Marcia, her face already glistening from Marcia's juices, smiling, then diving in for a soupy repast. I just watched until my cock got hard again, then sliding into Evelyn's box, fucking her to three orgasms, switching to Marcia once more and fucking her to several more before emptying in Evelyn again, Marcia cleaning up after us.
I set my alarm while Marcia dressed. Her panties were still soaking. She had to put her jeans on without them.
"Good thing it's a short drive to my house," Marcia muttered, "or I'd rub my cunt raw. It's all your fault, Scott."
"But think how much fun you had first." I smiled as winsomely as I could.
"True," she grinned. "I guess I'll forgive you. Goodnight boys and girls."
"Good night, Marcia, and thanks for stopping by."
"Goodnight, Marcia. Thanks for interrupting your beauty sleep for me."
"It was mostly for me, Evelyn. I needed another quick fucking. Ta ta." She closed the door firmly behind her.
Evelyn snuggled against me. "What did you guys do, Master?"
"I'll tell you on the drive home tomorrow. It will give us something to talk about."
"Please bring me with you to work tomorrow, sir."
"Fine, since we'll be leaving at three anyway. Do you still have fresh batteries for your vibrators?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good night, Evelyn."
"Good night, sir."
She kissed me, and both of us were soon sleeping.