Two dommes help a submissive friend ditch the blues — by turning his bare ass bright red!

Tory sauntered in holding our buddy Brad by the back of his shirt like she was holding a bad dog by the scruff. I blinked. I have to admit I was slightly startled by the sight.

“I brought him home to play. He’s trying to get over his ex-girlfriend, and he really, really needs to get laid. So I figured, who better to lay him than us?”

We generally don’t bring home boy toys, preferring to tussle with one another instead. But given that she’s a top and I’m a top, things can get interesting.

I smiled at her inventiveness, though, because I was craving a pop of excitement. And Brad would work just fine.

“You need to get your dick wet, Bradley?” I asked.

He swallowed hard, but then he nodded.

I pushed back my chair and patted my leg like I was calling a puppy as I said, “Then come here and play with us. Come on, I won’t bite.”

“You know she’s lying. She will bite, but not right away,” Tory said, unable to suppress a chuckle.

Brad was a good man, a good friend and a sub from the word go. We’d give him what he was craving, get him off and have some fun in the process.

When the two of them had showed up, I was sitting at the dining room table writing out checks and grumbling for the billionth time about how I should set up online accounts for our bills. I was feeling tense, but my night was about to get a whole lot better due to Tory’s lovely surprise.

She smacked Brad on his ass as he headed toward me. He jumped and made a little noise as she made contact, and we snickered at his expense.

Brad was a simple guy in most respects, and his denim and T-shirt wardrobe reflected that. Thanks to his snug jeans, I could tell his cock was already hard. I dragged my fingernail down the length of his fly and asked, “Are you a good boy?”

He nodded, and I swear his dick jerked in his pants.

“Are you sure?”

He nodded more vigorously.

“I’m not sure I believe you. I think you might be a bad boy.”

Tory wrapped her arms around him from behind and pressed her body against him. His lids drifted shut, and I clucked disapprovingly. She played along and pinched his nipples hard. His eyes flew open as he gasped, the bulge in his pants looking more pronounced than before.

“He’s a bad boy, all right,” she said. “The other day he took forever to answer the door when I knocked.”

I shook my head slowly in mock disappointment.

“I think you’d better put Bradley over my knee, Tory. He needs some serious behavior modification.”

She slid her hand down his belly and cupped his hard cock, and then she squeezed him hard enough to make him gasp.

“Get the pants off, bad boy, so I can get you over the lap of shame,” Tory ordered.

I bit back a chuckle of my own.

Brad began to strip like his life depended on it. When he tugged his jeans and underwear down, his cock bounced free eagerly. I reached for him like I was going to touch his shaft, but at the last moment I pulled back, leaving his expectation unfulfilled.

He groaned.

“Oh, so close!” Tory hissed.

She prodded him in the butt, and his body jerked forward.

“Get down,” she told him in her best bossy tone. “You’ll feel better once you take your punishment.”

This was true, and we all knew it. But Brad looked slightly dubious.

I patted my lap again, like I was going to tell him a bedtime story. But we all knew that wasn’t going to happen.

He obediently draped himself over my lap, his hard cock prodding my thigh. I had the urge to take him in hand and stroke his erection until he couldn’t speak. I also wanted to bury his tempting cock deep inside me and ride him until I came — and then watch Tory do the same.

But my mind was jumping the gun. I had important matters to address, namely spanking his ass.

I ran my hand up and down his back. His body was smooth and hairless. He was lean and lanky like a rock star.

Brad truly was a nice guy with a wiry body and a penchant for pain. He was also heartbroken. We could help distract him from his troubles.

My hand drifted down to Brad’s ass, and I felt him tense. I stroked him, petting him slowly until his muscles relaxed and I felt the full weight of him rest on me. I left my hand there on his ass cheek, warm and stable. When I heard him inhale deeply — lulled by my touch — I reared back and delivered a single hard blow.

The crack in the nearly silent room was as loud and sharp as a gunshot. His head jerked, and his body rocked forward. I delivered another slap, loving that crisp sound. I settled into a steady rhythm that his hips matched as he thrust against my legs. He could have gotten up at any time, but he didn’t. He took that spanking and let his emotions go.

My hand ached by the time I was done with him. Meanwhile, his ass was rosy red, but his cock was like a steel rod.

He slid off my lap and onto the floor. Tory got on her knees and crawled toward him. She wrapped her hand around his hard-on and gave it a squeeze.

“How was that? Did she spank the bad right out of you?”

He gave her a nod, and I watched her full lips twitch into a half smile.

She leaned forward and gave his cock a single lick.

His body jerked like she’d electro-cuted him.

Grinning, Tory rose and held out a hand to me. I took it and stood, letting her lead me to the couch. She pushed me back onto the cushions, and I relented. I was happy to let her take the lead at that point. My pussy was liquid, and my brain buzzing with arousal — and poor Brad couldn’t take his eyes off us!

I allowed Tory to strip me, and my leggings and tank top were gone in seconds. Then the show-off made a major production of removing her shorts, panties, blouse and bra. By the time she was naked, Brad was practically panting. Her nipples stood in hard little peaks, and her plump pussy made my mouth water. I could tell at a glance she was beyond aroused.

I pushed my fingers between her nether lips, slid them through her slick heat and dragged them along her clit. She tossed her head back and moaned. But she quickly regained her wits and smacked my hand away.

“Don’t get ahead of me,” she ordered.

I slapped her flank hard for pushing me away. She hissed, and we stared each other down. She was still glaring when she suddenly turned her back to me. She then lowered herself over me and pushed her cunt against my mouth. I darted my eyes to look at our guest just as Tory said, “You can jerk off, Bradley, but do not come. Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered, immediately seizing his cock and starting to beat off as she lowered her mouth to my pussy and gave me some soft licks. My cunt grew even wetter, my body growing tense with need. I pushed a finger deep inside her and worked her swollen clit with my tongue. She ground against me, making me gasp for air, but I loved it. I sucked her clit and dragged my tongue over her slit.

She lapped at me lazily, sometimes pausing so long I wanted to bang my hips up to get her to lick me faster. Then she pushed some fingers inside me. Two or three — I couldn’t tell — but they were enough to stretch me and fill me up.

I groaned, and the rumble must’ve worked through her pussy. She sighed, pushing down against my lips.

I glanced Bradley’s way to see him jerking his poor cock urgently. I could sense his agitation and desperation. I pulled back from Tory to tell him, “Do. Not. Come. Remember?”

He nodded and with a groan dropped his hand away from his dick. I looked at that handsome erection, imagined it buried in my pussy and thought of riding it with vigor. So when Tory pushed her fingers deeper inside me and suckled my clit, I came with a growl and my pussy milked her thrusting digits.

“Oh baby,” she said. “You’re so fucking juicy.”

Those words elicited another groan from Brad, and I licked Tory steadily as the final shivers of pleasure worked through me.

Once I’d caught my breath, I pushed her back roughly just to work her up and ordered her, “Get on the floor.”

I saw her weighing whether or not to listen to me. But she wanted an orgasm, so she obeyed. Smiling down at her, I dragged my big toe from between her pert breasts to her pussy.

I heard Brad’s breath catch, and I turned to see him with his hands at his sides.

“What’s wrong, big boy? Can’t jerk off?” I asked him idly.

“Not now. I’ll come. No doubt.”

“What a pity,” I told him.

I got on my knees, and then spread myself out on top of Tory. I kissed her roughly, then dragged my teeth across her shoulder. I felt her skin rise up in goosebumps in response. I kissed between her breasts and up to the edge of one nipple but didn’t touch it.

She groaned, and I laughed.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want that sucked?” I asked.

She wriggled with annoyance and glared at me again.

I polled our guest: “What do you think, Brad? Should I suck it?”

“Oh, yeah,” he said, seemingly fixated on the sight of us.

“Brad says I should suck it. I guess I can try.”

I sucked her nipple so gently I knew the act would be more maddening than pleasurable.

She hissed, grabbed my head and pressed it down. I let my mouth go slack.

“Please,” she finally said. Ah, my favorite word to hear from her.

I sucked her nipple harder and nipped it with my teeth. Utterly turned on, she writhed frantically, and I sucked again.

“Yes, like that. Just like that. So good,” she muttered, sounding like she was losing her mind.

I know when I suck Tory’s tit the sensation shoots straight to her pussy. It’s like magic, and her response is beautiful to witness.

I kissed my way down her belly to her mound. I exhaled sharply, letting her feel the heat of my breath on her sex. I parted her pussy lips with my thumbs and admired her flushed wet flesh.

I turned to Brad and said, “Jerk off. Stroke your cock. But don’t you dare come.”

He looked panic-stricken as he took himself in hand again.

I licked the tight knot of Tory’s clit, focusing all my attention on it until she was squirming wildly. Then I pushed a finger inside her, fucking her with it nice and slow. Writhing and desperate for release, her cunt clutched my finger. I increased my pace, jamming my finger into her as I sucked her clit hard and fast.

Tory came, pulling my hair so hard my eyes welled with tears.

Witnessing her dramatic orgasm made Brad stop short in his stroking.

He was caught in a vicious loop. After a few quick jerks to his dick, he had let go like it was too hot to hold. But after having a moment to gather himself, and another to notice me staring at him with displeasure, he started up all over again. Thereafter, every time he teetered on that razor’s edge of coming, he released himself momentarily. It was a pleasure

to behold, but I was nearly ready to end his torment.

I extricated myself from Tory and went over to him. I put my foot on his bare chest and pushed him backward onto the floor. He stared at me with wild eyes.

“Ready to be taken for a ride, good boy?”

His mouth went slack with surprise before he said, “Yes. God, yes.”

I straddled his thighs, pressing my pussy down to let him feel my heat and wetness. I was so close to his cock, but not close enough. Torture was the only word for it.

I leaned forward to lower my breast to his mouth, and he grunted. He took the hard nipple between his lips and suckled. I felt his erect cock pulsing between us. When I began to writhe against him, he nipped me. That did it. My pussy, already swollen and ready, flickered around nothing. I wanted to change that. I wanted his cock deep inside me.

I gave him a lusty kiss before trailing my lips down his neck to give him a hard bite. He moaned, and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Tory was watching us intensely.

I sat up, raised my hips and grabbed hold of Brad’s dick. I ran the tip of his erection along the seam of my pussy. I lowered myself only the slightest bit, feeling his cockhead stretch me open. I held still until Brad whimpered helplessly. It was a deliciously satisfying sound.

I sank down like I was easing myself into a very hot bath. When he was seated fully inside me, I began to rock. I squeezed my pussy tight around him and pleasure flared inside me, warm and bright.

I rested my palms flat against his chest, curving my fingers and pressing my nails into his pale skin until he sucked air between his teeth. Deep inside, his cock was pressing my sweet spot, and I rocked more furiously. I felt my pleasure expanding, even as my pussy grew tighter. As for Brad, he looked like he might explode at any minute.

I knew what I wanted to do next was mean. But I did it anyway.

“I’m going to come,” I said as I rode him more vigorously. “I’m going to come all over your hard dick, Bradley. I’m so wet. I might gush.” I skated my hands over his chest and pinched his nipples hard. I continued to torment his nipples and massage his shaft with each contraction of my pussy muscles.

I came with a bellow, and I did, in fact, gush. My wetness graced us both as my orgasm hit me. All through it, I pinched his nipples relentlessly, guessing it would be too much for him.

I was right. He jerked once beneath me, and then I felt his own wetness join mine as he climaxed.

Brad stared up into my eyes, looking worried as I said, “Oh, no, Tory. Our bad boy just came.”

She shook her head as she came toward us. I moved off him and let her take the reins. He was in trouble.

“I think he needs another spanking,” she announced. “Shall I do the honors?”

“By all means.”

She didn’t even have him get up. Tory nudged him with her foot until he conceded and rolled over onto his belly. She got down on her knees next to him and poked his ass cheeks, and he released a muffled groan. His butt was still blushing from his earlier punishment. But she didn’t let that hold her back. With her small but powerful hand, she rained down blows on his defenseless behind. She spanked the right cheek until it was flaming red and he was bucking his body on the floor.

Just when he sounded like he was going to start sobbing, she switched to the left cheek. His surprise was palpable. He even froze for a moment before squirming anew. But he submitted to her tough love, letting her hurt him and heal him all at once.

The exchanged warmed my heart — and my pussy.

When his ass cheeks were the color of ripe tomatoes, she rolled him onto his back. His cock stood at attention, high and hard.

“He took that well. I guess he deserves a treat. Me, too,” she said before beckoning me closer for a kiss.

“Go get him,” I said, giving her a smack on the ass.

She slid her finger along his cock, and the rigid shaft jumped under her touch. Then she climbed aboard and drove herself down onto his erection in one fast motion, like she couldn’t wait another second to get off. He grunted and jammed his hips upward, grabbing her hips. But she knocked his hands away.

“I didn’t say you could touch me,” she barked.

Brad’s blushing face looked contrite, and he obediently left his hands at his sides. He seemed lost in a haze of sexual pleasure that approached delirium — the perfect feeling to help him forget about his heartache.

Sometimes it just takes a good, old-fashioned fuck-session to clear your head.

It sure looked like we were clearing his.

Tory rode him like he was a bucking bronco and she was a rodeo queen. She held his shoulders tight and let her needs set the pace. When she came, she threw her head back and howled. But she kept her hips moving until she’d squeezed the last bit of pleasure from him, then she pulled off and climbed onto her hands and knees.

Shaking her perfect ass, she breathlessly told him, “Time for your reward. Fuck me. Come in me.”

Brad was on his knees so fast I nearly laughed. He moved to grab her hips, but he wasn’t sure if he’d be allowed to touch her. Instead, he left his hands at his sides as he slid his cock into her, appearing mesmerized by the sight.

I watched, too, knowing I’d get off on that image in the future.

He found his own tempo, sliding in fast and withdrawing slowly. He bucked against her, and she rammed her trim body backward to take him deep. When he was too far gone, he grabbed her hips and pulled her back toward him, forgetting his manners. We both allowed him the indulgence. He got to a point where he barely withdrew his shaft, pummeling her cunt with short, hard jabs.

His blunt forcefulness yanked another orgasm from her, surprising us all. Tory’s startled face was priceless.

Clutching her tightly, Brad slammed into her deeply as he climaxed for the second time that day, releasing his cream with a groan.

When he sat back and ran a hand through his sweaty hair, I had to smile. Tory was grinning, too. The man before us was not the same one who’d entered our home. He looked more relaxed, like his emotional burden had been eased. He seemed ready for a new beginning.

Tory and I are a damn fine team.