Free His Mistress’s Voice by G. C. Scott Page B

the floor next to the settee where Beth lay. Idly he fondled her breasts as they talked. She heaved herself around until she was lying conveniently to hand and looked steadily at him. He didn’t meet her gaze, pretending to be preoccupied with other areas of her anatomy. She managed to look both helpless and appealing at the same time. He knew why he felt so attracted to her.
    He lifted Beth from the couch to the floor and arranged her so that she was kneeling with her back to him and her upper body resting on the seat. Her bottom was presented invitingly to him. Then he went through into the kitchen and searched until he found the olive oil. With this he lubricated her anus and the divide of her bottom. Then he slowly stroked the area, noting Beth’s reactions. She seemed to be happy enough. From time to time she sighed contentedly, especially when he paused to prod the pink rose of her arsehole. When she shuddered and drew in a particularly deep breath he knew she was coming along nicely.
    At the same time he was noting his own reaction, which became more and more pronounced as he fondled Beth, When he was erect he used some of the olive oil to lubricate his shaft before rising to his knees behind Beth. He eased forward until he could press the head of his cock against her arsehole. Gradually he increased the pressure, working silently. It was a tight fit with her legs bound together, but Tom finally managed to slide his prick into her anus. Beth jerked in surprise and tried to get away, but he held onto her until she quieted down and began to respond. He could feel the cucumber inside her cunt through the thin wall separating her two entrances. He used his other hand to caress her nipples and breasts. Doubly penetrated, Beth was heaving under him and crying out. But she wasn’t asking him to stop. The situation was new to both of them, and Tom found himself trying to hold back until Beth reached orgasm. She didn’t take long. Her orgasm was acccompanied by loud moans and low strangled cries. Tom came as she did, and Beth’s body seemed to leap beneath him.
    He slipped from her body and leaned back against the front of the couch. He waited while his breathing slowed and the sweat dried on his body. Beth lay face down, half lying on the settee and half kneeling on the floor. Her skirt was up over her hips and she was breathing in gasps. From time to time she shuddered. Tom thought of the aftershocks that followed an earthquake, and was tempted to ask her if the earth had moved for her. But he said nothing. By now he knew enough about her reactions to judge how she had enjoyed it. After a few more minutes she was breathing normally and he lifted her down until her head rested in his lap.
    ‘I’m not complaining, mind you,’ Beth remarked as she stared at his prick just in front of her face, ‘but isn’t this where I came in earlier? I hope you’re not expecting a re-run. You’ve worn me out, and I can’t say that about many men.’
    Tom accepted the compliment with a smile. ‘Me too,’ he said. ‘We could use a break, but if I stay here we aren’t going to get one. You look too good to let alone. Ready to call it a day? Can I let you loose?’
    Beth smiled and shook her head, the red hair sliding across her face. ‘Not until tomorrow evening. We agreed on that.’
    Tom brushed her hair aside and looked into her face. He could read the familiar determination there. He knew there was no point in trying to change her mind, so he stood up and lifted Beth to her feet. He steadied her when her legs refused to bear her weight, setting her down on the couch. She lay back against the cushions as he untied her legs. The rope had left angry red marks in the flesh at ankles and knees. Apparently the circulation had been restricted, because Beth whimpered once or twice as she flexed her legs.
    ‘Pins and needles,’ she said when she saw Tom looking at her. ‘I’ll be all right soon.’ When he continued to look