Stefanos Brunch

Brunch starts the way any good kink brunch does: two slaves kneel at the table while their owners eat. Cherry Torn and Jessie Cox are already bound, wrists cinched behind them, blondes facing one another on the floor. A hard wooden plug stretches one ass already; the other waits to see which fork, which finger, which cock gets chosen next. The room smells like bacon and sex. One Mistress spears a strawberry, feeds it to Cherry, then pushes the same juice-sticky hand between Jessie’s legs to check how wet she is. The men laugh. Someone grabs a riding crop from the sideboard. A slap lands on Cherry’s thigh, bright red against pale skin, and she jerks but stays silent. Later the same crop will stripe Jessie’s tits while a cock sinks into Cherry’s ass on the same tablecloth. Every bite, every stroke, every moan happens in plain view of the other guests. The plates cool. The slaves heat up. The only rule is that nothing gets finished until both blondes have taken it where they were told.