Two Women on the Floor

Now there were two beautiful women naked on the floor and four hungry men around them, and the drinking game had finished becoming something else.

"Clan Leader," Xuan Wei breathed against his lips between kisses, "your hands are free again. Have you forgotten how to use them?"

He had not forgotten. His hands found her breasts and squeezed them hard, the heavy mature flesh spilling between his fingers, his thumbs dragging across her nipples until they stood stiff and dark against his palms.

She moaned into his mouth and bit his lower lip. "Better," she whispered. "Now watch your wife while I suck you. Don't you dare look at me. I want you to come watching her."

Yan Tian's hands found her ass and kneaded it while she slid down out of his lap and bent over him. She freed his cock from his robes and held it upright in her fist for a moment, licking her palm and stroking him once, twice, until he was slick, and then took it into her mouth with practised wet heat. He groaned and his head fell back, but his eyes did not close. They stayed on his wife.

Slrrp.

Xuan Wei's tongue worked the underside of his shaft in slow, heavy strokes while her lips sealed tight around him, and she hummed around his cock, a low wordless sound that buzzed through his whole length and made his thighs jump. Her hand cupped his balls and tugged them gently downward in time with her strokes, so that the skin of his shaft drew taut and every slide of her lips felt sharper.

Every so often she drew off him with a wet pop and slapped his cock lightly against her own cheek, her eyes laughing up at him and a string of spit swinging between her lip and his tip, and then swallowed him down again before he could catch his breath.

Across Yan Mei's bent back, Elder Li caught Elder Xuan Wu's eye, and Xuan Wu smiled and inclined his head toward the front of her.

The signal was clear. Elder Li let her cheeks go and moved around to her head.

Her face was down near the floor with her hair spilling around it, and her tongue was hanging slightly from her open mouth with strain and arousal.

He took a fistful of that black hair and lifted her face up to his.

She was too aroused to summon her anger. Drool shone on her lower lip, and her eyes were glazed and wet, the lamplight swimming in them.

Elder Li stuck out his tongue and kissed her, deep and claiming. He tasted the wine on her breath and the faint salt of his own seed still lingering from the stage that morning.

She kissed him back before she knew she was doing it.

Behind her, Elder Xuan Wu lined himself up with her dripping pussy and pushed inside in one smooth thrust.

Yan Mei moaned into Elder Li's mouth.

It was a muffled, wet, shuddering sound, utterly unlike anything the Lady Yan of the banquet halls had ever allowed herself to make, and Elder Li swallowed it greedily while her husband watched from across the table with Xuan Wei's lips wrapped around his cock.

Xuan Wu was big, and he was not gentle.

He filled her completely with that first stroke, stretching her around his thickness until she felt him press against the deepest part of her. Then he drew back and drove in again, and again, with slow heavy strokes that rocked her whole body forward.

Plap. Plap.

He watched Elder Li over the length of her spine and enjoyed the sight of the branch family's prized beauty being taken at both ends of herself.

Elder Li broke the kiss and guided her face down to his crotch.

He laid the head of his cock on her lips. She opened them, and sucked him in without hesitation.

For the first time in her life, Yan Mei was spit-roasted between two thick, long cocks.

The taste of Elder Li filled her mouth, salt and musk and wine. Every thrust from behind drove her forward onto him until her nose pressed into the grey hair at his groin and her throat bulged around the head of him. Every time Xuan Wu drew back, her mouth slid back along Elder Li's shaft with it, so that she did not even have to move.

The two men worked her between them like a rope being pulled.

Her mouth moved on its own. Xuan Wu squeezed her plump ass in both hands to tighten her around him, and her pussy lips gripped his cock and followed it in and out, pink and shining with her juices, a wet sucking sound rising every time he withdrew.

Schlp.

Elder Li held the back of her head and pressed her down until her lips kissed the root of him and his cockhead nudged the back of her throat.

Breathing became a struggle, and she did it anyway, snatching air through her nose in wet little gasps whenever Xuan Wu's withdrawal gave her the chance. Her eyes streamed. Her hands, braced flat on the floorboards, curled slowly into fists.

Gluck. Gluck. Gluck.

"Look at your husband, Lady Yan," Elder Xuan Wu said from behind her, his voice thick and pleased, his hips never pausing. "Look at him while two men fill you. He is not angry. He has not been angry since the night of the dice. Look."

She rolled her eyes sideways, with Elder Li's cock stretching her lips and her cheek bulging around the head, and found Yan Tian across the table with Xuan Wei's head bobbing in his lap.

He was staring at her.

His face was flushed dark and his mouth hung open, and his eyes were wide and wet and fixed on her lips sliding along Elder Li's shaft. His chest rose and fell in quick shallow heaves. One of his hands had come to rest on Xuan Wei's hair, and it was not guiding her at all, only clutching, as though he needed something to hold on to while he watched.

Xuan Wu was right. There was no anger in his face at all. There was only hunger, and something that looked terribly like gratitude.

He likes it. He likes watching. My husband likes watching this.

The thought should have broken her heart.

Instead it broke something lower, some last locked door in her belly. Heat poured through the opening like wine from a tipped jug, and her pussy clenched so hard around Xuan Wu's cock that he grunted in surprise and slapped her ass for it.

Slap!

"Good," he said. "Again."

She did it again, without meaning to.

He laughed and slapped her other cheek.

Slap!

The twin red handprints bloomed side by side on her white skin. Elder Li groaned above her and pushed her head down farther, and her throat opened around him with a wet click, her eyes still turned sideways toward her husband.

Across the table, Yan Tian saw her eyes on him and made a sound low in his chest that Xuan Wei felt through her lips and answered with a hum.

On the other side of the ruined table, Xuan Wei was being given the same treatment from the other direction.

She sucked Yan Tian with wet and lewd sounds, her ass high and her breasts hanging,.

Han Fei could not resist her any longer. He was younger than any of them and had been hard since the first card, and he had just watched his master's wife and the clan leader's wife both degrade themselves on the floor. He knelt behind Xuan Wei, rubbed the head of his cock once up and down through her wet folds to slick it, and pushed into her pussy from behind in one long stroke that made her moan around Yan Tian's shaft. Then he began to thrust without pause.

He had fucked the twin maids until dawn the night before, and somehow this was better, because this was his master's wife and the clan leader himself was in her mouth while he did it, and in the hierarchy of the demonic sect the whole arrangement felt to him like a promotion.

Her hanging breasts shook wildly beneath her with nothing to hold them, slapping together and swinging apart with each of his strokes. She could not moan properly around Yan Tian's cock, and spit ran down her chin and dripped onto his thighs. Her dark pink pussy gripped Han Fei's shaft and made wet slapping sounds that filled the hall in the gaps between Yan Mei's muffled cries, her lips dragging out along his length each time he withdrew and swallowing him again each time he drove back in.

"Harder, Fei'er," Xuan Wei gasped, pulling off Yan Tian's cock just long enough to say it, a string of spit still bridging her lip to his tip. "Don't be polite. He isn't your master tonight."

Han Fei was not polite. He gripped her hips and slammed into her so hard that the slap of his thighs on her ass rang off the beams, her cheeks rippling with each impact and flushing pink. Xuan Wei laughed breathlessly and swallowed Yan Tian down to the root again, and the clan leader of the Yan branch threw back his head and swore at the ceiling.

For a while the hall was nothing but sound. There was the wet rhythm of two mouths working and the heavy slap of flesh on flesh from two directions at once, and the creak of the floorboards and the gasps of men trying to hold out a little longer, and underneath it all the low ceaseless moaning of two women who could not stop.

Cups had been knocked over and wine spread across the polished wood in a dark pool that soaked into the scattered punishment cards. One of the lamps had begun to smoke. Nobody noticed.

Elder Xuan Wu took hold of Yan Mei's ass while he fucked her and spread her cheeks again, so that he could watch her loosened asshole stretch and wink above his driving cock.

It was still slick with oil from the plug, and it had not fully closed. Each time he slammed into her pussy, the little ring fluttered open and shut as though it were gasping.

He wet his thumb in the juices running down his shaft and pushed it into that hole while his cock went on pounding her pussy.

He sank it in to the second knuckle and curled it, so that he could feel his own cock moving through the thin wall inside her.

Yan Mei's whole body crumpled between the two men.

The double sensation was more than she could take: the thick cock filling her pussy, the thumb hooked in her ass, the cock in her throat. Her back bowed. Her thighs shook.

She came without warning.

Her pussy clamped down on Xuan Wu in long fluttering pulses, and a muffled scream vibrated around Elder Li's shaft. Her toes curled against the floorboards and her fists beat once, twice, on the wood.

Elder Li felt her breath turn hot and ragged on his cock as her throat convulsed around him. He had to grit his teeth and hold her head still to keep from spilling into her at once.

Xuan Wu did not slow down at all. He fucked her straight through her climax, and she came down from it shaking and then began, helplessly, to climb again.

Across the table, Yan Tian watched his wife come on two old men's cocks while Xuan Wei's mouth worked him, and the sight made him swell so thick in Xuan Wei's throat that she gagged around him and tears sprang to her eyes. He had seen Yan Mei come a thousand times in twenty years of marriage.

He had never seen her come like this, with her body thrashing and her eyes rolled back and drool running from her stretched lips around another man's cock, and he had never in his life been so hard.

In the corner, Yan Chi's fist moved faster. He could not look away and he could not stop.

Every thrust that rocked his mother forward onto Elder Li's cock sent a pulse of something sick and filthy and electric through him, and the Pervert System seemed to drink it at the edge of his vision with quiet greed.

When Xuan Wu's thumb sank into her ass and she came screaming around Elder Li's shaft, he came too, the first time, against the plaster of the wall. He bit down on his own wrist to keep from making a sound while thick silent pulses spattered the wall in front of him.

Then he kept watching, with his spend cooling on the plaster and his cock still half hard in his hand, because stopping seemed somehow worse than continuing.

Han Fei thrust harder, his hands locked on Xuan Wei's buttocks, and every slam of his hips drove her face down onto Yan Tian's cock until her nose was buried in his groin.

Yan Tian could not take his eyes off his wife. He imagined the pleasure Elder Li must be feeling inside Yan Mei's throat, the heat and the tightness and the flutter of a woman coming around him, and the comparison alone was enough to tip him over.

He took Xuan Wei's head in both hands and held her down and came, flooding her mouth so hard that his semen shot straight down her throat into her stomach, and the excess welled back up and spilled from her lips and out through her nose. Her eyes watered and streamed. The shock of the deepthroat made her pussy clamp down hard on Han Fei.

Han Fei could not hold out against that. Her pussy squeezed him in hard rippling pulses, and he drove into her one last time and buried himself and came, spraying his seed deep inside her, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave marks.

Xuan Wei came with him. Her whole body locked rigid, her toes curling against the floorboards and her back bowing, with a broken, gurgling sound around the cock still lodged in her throat, and her pussy milked Han Fei through every pulse until he groaned and sagged over her back.

When Yan Tian let her go, she slid off him coughing and laughing at once, cum running down her chin, and the three of them collapsed sideways onto the floor in a tangled, spent heap of naked limbs and cooling sweat.