You bring company..

The sun was just starting its descent, finally allowing some break in the oppressive heat that marked summertime (roughly March to November) around here. Tired of sweating through layers of clothes and knowing that I'd be undisturbed, I'd stripped down to jeans and a sports bra; enjoying the limited alone time, I turned the radio on and worked through each horse's daily grooming.

I'd forgotten you were working that day, and that you had an awful tendency of sneaking up on people. Fortunately I only jumped a little when I turned and found you leaning against the stall door.



"I don't even want to know how long you've been standing there."

"Through at least two verses of Renegade. The view is nicer than the singing, though"

I shook my head and muttered a combination of something about getting you a bell and a question about your parentage. As always you ignored my complaints, instead opening the door and taking the grooming bucket from me.

"C'mon- get washed up. I have a surprise for you."

I didn't hesitate to head for the bathroom; experience taught me that your surprises were well worth it. The last time you'd surprised me, I'd happily carried the bruises- perfectly spaced around my upper arms in the shape of your fingers digging into me at the height of your pleasure- for over a week. As I met you at the back of the barn, you wordlessly attached my collar- a simple piece of thin leather that was kept in the dark recesses of my desk for just such occasions- around my neck. I didn't bother trying to hide the flush of arousal that ran through my body in response. Brushing a kiss across my cheek, you let your fingertips drift down the strap of my sports bra, but turned and motioned for me to follow just before they reached anything good.

For someone who didn't have much experience in the D/s world before a few months ago, you were a maddeningly quick study.

We walked quickly across the pasture toward the small clearing in the woods, making small talk. As we entered the dense treeline, however, I stopped in my tracks, my stomach tightening in a combination of excitement and trepidation when I saw what- or more accurately, who- awaited us. You immediately noticed my hesitancy, looking back to catch my eye and smiling darkly. Moving to stand behind me, you caught my wrists in one of your hands, pulling my arms behind my back, and bent your head to my ear.

"Our esteemed colleague here didn't believe me when I told him that gingers are ginger all over, so I invited him to come look for himself. If you ask me, though, I think it was the prospect of seeing how delightfully submissive you are that wound up cementing his decision."

Your thumb rubbed small, tight circles on the inside of my wrist, a calculated move designed to drive me utterly insane, and my breathing became labored in response. How I hated the knowledge you had of me sometimes. My eyes never left our 'esteemed colleague' as he stepped toward us, and I couldn't help involuntarily taking a step back- directly into you. I moaned as I felt your cock- pressed against the confines of your jeans- come into contact with my back.

His eyes were full of amusement as he stood in front of me, and he barely hid a smile as he looked over my shoulder to you and said, with a note of accusation, "You started without me."

I felt you shrug in response. "Found her like this. Didn't see the point in waiting around to have her get re-dressed."

Obviously an acceptable answer. I tensed as he reached out for my bare stomach, not sure how you wanted me to respond; sensing my confusion, you whispered your approval so only I would hear.

"Relax; let us take care of everything. But go easy on him- I imagine it's been a while."

You pulled my arms a bit tighter, arching my back in presentation. Finally allowing myself to submit to the first waves of arousal, I lifted my eyes to meet his, curious to see what I'd find there. His eyes, however, were directed elsewhere, probably thanks to your efforts, and his hands circled my waist as he spoke.

"I've always wondered why you wear all those clothes, what you're hiding from." The question was, thankfully, rhetorical, and his eyes met mine for the briefest moment before he bent to kiss me.

The first kiss, like his initial touch on my stomach, was slow, hesitant- nothing like the primal, need-filled interactions you and I had, and I found the contrast oddly alluring. Dark like you, of a height but stocky where you were lithe, he physically cast a larger presence, but couldn't match the aura of control you projected; I was eager to see what kind of a lover he would prove to be. His hands moved over my ribs to the base of my sports bra where they paused; you, however, had grown impatient. Keeping my wrists secured, you reached around me and pushed the bra out of the way, bunching the fabric up at the top of my breasts and giving both nipples a firm pinch before bringing your hand back behind me.

He needed no further instruction; as your teeth clamped down on the back of my neck, his took over what your fingers had started, his fingers kneading the soft flesh as his mouth worked on the taut, pale pink nubs. I struggled in your grip, and was rewarded (surely you meant it as a punishment, but to my subconscious there was little difference) by a sharp nip just above my collar that did little but make me even more aroused; I squirmed in response and your free hand roughly grabbed my ass in warning.

"I would hate to have to waste the time we have with punishment; wouldn't you rather spend that time with our cocks inside you?"

He had stopped his play and was watching us closely, his face flushed and pupils dilated to the point where his eyes appeared black. I let my gaze travel downward, taking in the jean-clad bulge, felt your hardness at the small of my back, and considered my options. Your punishments were as delicious as your surprises, and I was never one to turn down a good spanking. But you were right- our time was limited and you could always make it up to me later. I went a little limp, indicating my acquiescence.

"Yes, sir."

A smile began to play across his lips; clearly he was enjoying the interaction between us.

Both of your hands tightened, and I whimpered at the increased pressure. "Yes, sir, what?"

"Yes, sir- I would rather spend that time with your cocks inside me."

Your tongue ran over the spot you had nipped earlier, making me shudder; I had not missed the increase in his breathing at the show you were putting on and my response to it. "Good girl. Get undressed."

I immediately obeyed, tossing my clothes at the end of the bench that had, at some point, been covered with blankets. You prodded me to straddle the bench then sat behind me, pulling me to your chest.

"Spread your legs."

With a little maneuvering, I ended up leaning back into you with my legs hooked over yours; without preamble you slid your fingers into the slick folds of my pussy, bringing them out for me to lick clean. I moaned as my fingers dug into your thighs. Part of me wished I could see the look on your face as you motioned for him to come over and- at least this is what I think you said- have a taste.

He settled between my thighs and used his fingertips to open me further before running his tongue over the length of my pussy. My hips came up off the bench as I followed his movement, but a low, growled command from you to stay still halted the motion. My heart thudded in my chest as he bent for another pass, and my fingers instinctively sought yours in an effort to ground myself enough to follow your order.

None of us were in a teasing mood, and it wasn't long before the steady lapping of his tongue over my clit, accompanied by a questing finger buried inside my pussy, had me near the edge of orgasm. Just before I could fall over the edge, however, you reached down and pulled him away from me. Howling in frustration, I attempted to finish myself off, but had only gotten in a circle or two with my fingers before you yanked my hands back and expertly flipped me over, landing three solid slaps on my ass.

"I did *not* tell you to touch yourself."

Whimpering and hyperaware of the fluids now coating my thighs, I dropped my eyes and murmured an apology. The sound of our breathing was a roar in my ears, so I missed the equally welcome sound of you unzipping your pants; all I knew was the familiar grip on my waist that was the precursor to being filled with your cock. I felt the tip press against my opening and didn't give you a chance to complete the motion; thrusting back hard against you, I cried out as your length was buried inside me and my still-stinging ass hit the rough fabric of your jeans.

I had almost forgotten about our guest, but was quite pleasantly reminded as he stood, straddled the bench in front of me, his cock in his hand. He stroked himself as he stepped into position and gathered a handful of my hair, and I made a mental note to ask you to masturbate for me at some point. I barely had time to open my mouth before he was pushing past my lips, then as you had all those months ago, he let his head drop back and his hips set the pace of my ministrations. Over and over he pulled back, leaving just the tip for me to lick and suck, before thrusting the length back into my mouth. Behind me, you had set a quick, hard pace that nearly echoed his, but with enough variation that I was never quite sure which direction I wanted to move in.

Filled as I was it was impossible to make more than a whimper of pleasure, but the two of you were making up for it with a steady litany of moans and encouragement. Growls of approval, curses, and instruction- suck harder, lick faster, lift my ass higher- drifted past me in a haze.

Soon I recognized the staccato movements that indicated you were close to the edge, and I knew our guest wasn't far behind you. My hands were occupied with staying in place on the narrow bench so I couldn't play with myself, but if you would just..

Almost as if you heard my thoughts, you reached around me and quickly found my clit, pressing it down toward your pumping cock and giving me just the pressure I needed. Even the mouth and throat-full of cock didn't do much to stifle my cries as I came, and as I slammed myself back against you, I felt the fingers of your other hand digging into my hip. Bending over to snap your teeth on the back of my neck, you gave one last hard thrust before coming inside me, the last spasms of my orgasm milking your cock and pulling every bit of cum out of you.

Though thoroughly distracted, I hadn't completely forgotten about our guest this time. I was still sucking on his cock, running my tongue around the head then pulling him as far into my mouth as I could. Soon after your final cry of pleasure, I was rewarded with his- and a mouthful of cum that erupted so quickly that I couldn't quite catch it all; his hand caught the little bit that I didn't, and once he was steadier on his feet he leaned over and rubbed the excess onto my breasts, sharply pinching each nipple in turn.

There was, interestingly, little awkwardness as you each pulled out and started re-adjusting your clothing; after allowing me to lick your cock clean, you motioned for me to lay down on the bench. Covering me with an extra blanket, you instructed me to rest up for a few minutes before the next round, because- as you turned to inform our guest- he just *had* to try my pussy. I smiled and closed my eyes, my fingers wrapping around the thin leather collar in contentment as I listened to the two of you chatting about your day, thoughts of what the next round would entail dancing through my head.