House Supper

She grips the table edge with both hands while he spreads her open. Her face is pressed to the wood, cheek turned to the side. Candlelight runs across her bare back. He slides two fingers inside her ass first, testing, stretching. Her knees buckle a little but she stays bent over. He wipes the lube on her and pushes his cock in. Slow at first. Then all the way. She gasps, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open. The other woman is already tied to the chair, wrists behind the slats, legs spread wide. The blonde one. She watches everything, breathing hard, nipples hard from the cold air and the sight in front of her. He fucks her ass in hard, steady strokes. Her hands stay flat on the table. She takes every inch. He reaches around, rubs her clit, makes her whimper. The bound woman in the chair shifts her hips like she wants it too. He pulls out, slaps his cock against her ass cheek, then drives back in. Her legs shake. He leans over her back, teeth at her ear. She moans and pushes back into him. The ropes creak. The candles flicker. She keeps taking it.