Work Hard Play Harder Ch 15

Copyright © January 2025 by CiaoSteve

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This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

Author's Notes

This is a fifteenth part to the series. Although it is self-contained from a story perspective, I would recommend you read the earlier chapters as there will be references which make more sense if you have read the earlier parts.

I'll be honest, it's the first time I have tried to do this, so I'm not sure how well it works, but there are two related stories entwined together into the one chapter. I hope it doesn't detract from the flow too much.

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That night, despite the late hour, nobody was quite ready to settle down.

Yes, in two different houses, two couples had made their move towards the bedroom, but neither intended to turn in just yet. It seemed there was still a lot on the minds of the two pairs of lovers, and that put pay to any thought of sleep. Their situations may well have been quite different, yet there was more in common than either might have imagined.

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In the Khan household, things had moved on a little from that slow sensual fuck on the sofa.

All Sophiya could think about was the upcoming trip to the cabin. She had even grabbed the chance to send a message reconfirming her intention to be there, and it was that very thought which now filled her mind. Two working weeks was all she would have to wait, and then she'd find out for herself. Would the promise be as good as the fantasy she had built up in her mind? Sophiya couldn't wait to find out.

Mukesh though had a truly different thought on his mind, one which was much more in the here and now, one which had him practically chasing his wife into the bedroom, stripping her of that silky nightshirt as he went. His own shorts and tee-shirt had followed, leaving a trail of clothes strewn across the bedroom floor. There was a sense of frivolity afoot in that bedroom, as if making up for lost time earlier.

Lost time? It wasn't so much lost time as extra time. A mere hour or so after the slow sensual fuck on the sofa, and with her knickers still damp from his last cumming, an even more passionate affair was playing out atop the duvet.

Like serpents in heat, side by side, rolling back and forth, Sophiya and Mukesh writhed on the bed, arms around each other, lips melded together. It was a playful affair, with Mukesh attempting to rid his wife of her one remaining bastion of modesty, whilst Sophiya tried her best to resist, or at least to put on an act of resisting.

They kissed.

They canoodled.

Mukesh kept reaching for the black lacy knickers, and Sophiya kept pushing him back.

"Mukesh!" Sophiya screamed as her husband took to tickling her as a means to break the stubborn resistance.

"Mukesh, what?" he responded, noticing how suddenly the tide had turned in his favour, and upping the torment just a little.

"I mean... aghh... stop... stop... stop it... aghh..." Sophiya complained.

"Alright... alright... you win..." Sophiya continued, hoping it would put an end to the tickling.

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A similar, if not identical situation was playing out in an upper-floor apartment not far away. In this case, the two lovers, young and old alike, were already beneath the duvet, Kirsten naked, and Claudia in a short black negligee.

It was a text message which preoccupied conversation, a text message which had been sent about half an hour earlier, a text message which had prompted a question the minute it arrived. It was that self-same question which still needed an answer.

Kirsten stared at the message once more on her mistress' phone.

'I did it... he said yes... I'm coming to the cabin.'

She scanned down the conversation and saw a second message received seconds after the first.

'I'm sorry... I meant... if you'll still let me, I'd love to be coming to the cabin... will you let me... and will I be coming?'

This one was the question, and a suggestive question at that, signed off with a flame emoji.

"So, what do you think, Kirsten?" Claudia asked, taking the phone back and placing it down on the bedside table. "We'll have to let her know... you know."

"What... whether she'll be cumming?" Kirsten asked, a little confused.

"Well... I was more thinking whether we'd let her come... when it comes to whether she'll be cumming, that'll be down to us... did I let you cum, Kirsten?"

For a moment, a flush of embarrassment washed over Kirsten.

"Yes... yes, Mistress... you let me cum many times," Kirsten replied.

"Mmmm... I did... didn't I?" Claudia replied. "And now I'm thinking about maybe letting you cum again in my apartment... what do you think Kirsten? Would you like that?"

"Oh, and I told you before, tonight we are lovers, so please... no more, Mistress," Claudia added.

Before Kirsten had the chance to respond, she was already in Claudia's arms, their lips clamped together in a passionate kiss.

"Y... yes... yes, I'd like that," Kirsten finally responded. "But how?"

"Oh, I've got an idea, my girl," Claudia responded, a playful twinkle in her eye. "Do you remember your first time?"

For a moment there was silence. Kirsten closed her eyes and thought about her times at the cabin. In an instant her mind was filled with flashbacks of her visits to the wooden house by the lake, like a newsreel flicking back through time.

... the torment bound to that chair as a result of wetting her trousers.

... the chain belt and padlock which led the young blonde to pee herself in the first place.

... the last time at the apartment, and the fingering on the balcony... okay, so that one wasn't exactly the cabin.

... the pantie vibe hidden inside her panties and that walk around the lake.

... the fisting, bound and spreadeagled, on her four-poster bed.

... the... the... suddenly one scene froze in her mind.

It was that final image of a young woman cuffed to a metal frame and being vibed to the point of orgasm which left the lasting memory. Suddenly Kirsten was glancing around the room, looking for a clue as to what Claudia had in mind.

"But... Claudia..." Kirsten replied, a hesitation in her voice. "I don't see any metal frame in your apartment."

"I guess you're right," Claudia replied, pulling away from her young lover and climbing out from under the duvet.

Kirsten watched as Claudia walked over towards a chest of drawers opposite the end of the bed. Claudia paused in front of the chest of drawers. She glanced in the mirror, looking at the reflection both of herself and of her younger lover, and the way Kirsten was watching her. Claudia smiled. If her little sub liked what she saw, then why not give her a little more to feast her eyes upon.

Slowly, Claudia bent over and reached for the bottom drawer. As she did, and not surprisingly given the shortness of the garment, the black negligee rose up at the back, revealing firstly Claudia's firm if not exactly tiny ass, and then a glimpse of black knickers rising between her cheeks.

Kirsten smiled.

'A little black thong... just like the one you took away from me... nice touch, Mistress,' Kirsten thought to herself, remembering her own, now confiscated, knickers.

Kirsten could have sat there staring for ever, admiring her older lover whilst all the time thinking about what was hidden beneath the skimpy undergarment. As she thought about her mistress' pussy, Kirsten could almost imagine the sweet taste filling her mouth once more just as it did every time they met, just as it had mere hours before. Oh yes, that pussy was a delight to eat out.

Much to Kirsten's disappointment, that wonderful view was soon curtailed as Claudia stood up once more and turned to face her young lover.

Much to Kirsten's excitement, another equally thrilling view replaced the first.

"No frame... but I do have the cuffs... and the blindfold," Claudia replied, holding up her newly found treasures.

"Oh, and I guess we might be needing this as well," Claudia added. "It's my favourite... it's so... so... powerful, you know."

As if to demonstrate, Claudia gave a tap at the power button and for a second or so the wand sprung to life with a deep whirr, its bulbous head vibrating vigorously then going still once more.

Kirsten couldn't quite believe what she was seeing.

As she lay there, staring at her mistress, a thought ran through her mind.

'What else does Claudia have hidden in her apartment?' Kirsten thought to herself, remembering the strap-on which had also been hidden in that same drawer.

'Or even at the cabin,' she added as an afterthought, realising she had most likely only seen the tip of a proverbial iceberg.

Kirsten didn't need to ask what was coming next. She knew, and suddenly her heart was pounding fast. It wasn't quite like her first time at the cabin, but it wasn't far off either.

As she thought back to that first time, another thought filled Kirsten's mind.

'Would her mistress be letting the young blonde cum this time or not?'

It was the same question Sophie had alluded to in her text message.

It was the very question which had Kirsten coming back for more, to the cabin, to the apartment, to Claudia, and always the uncertainty thrilled her.

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Much to Sophiya's relief, the tickling ceased. The tickling ceased, but the threat remained, and somehow Sophiya knew her husband would be all too happy to have her squirm on the bed once more, given half the chance.

And that was the irony. If it wasn't so late and if she hadn't already fucked him once, Sophiya might have given him half the chance, wondering just how far he would take it. After all, those ropes were still there in the bottom drawer, and it might be fun if he decided to use them.

If she closed her eyes, Sophiya could already imagine herself, hands and ankles bound, secured to every corner of the bed, unable to move, unable to resist whatever onslaught was coming her way. In her mind though, she wasn't on the bed, or at least not on this bed. In her mind, she was at the cabin and said onslaught wasn't coming from her darling husband.

In reality, the ropes might not have been there, but an onslaught was definitely on the cards, given the way Mukesh had practically ripped her knickers down her legs, holding them for a few seconds as if some sort of trophy.

"Damp already?" Mukesh commented, noticing the wetness around the gusset. "Seems you just can't get enough, can you, Mrs Khan?"

Sophiya rolled onto one side and leaned forward towards her husband. She simply smiled. Oh yeah, her knickers were damp alright, and it was Mukesh to blame for all of that. It was his load of cum which had seeped out earlier, and now, as she lay there, she could only imagine there would be another load coming her way. As for not getting enough, that was a mere half of the story. She got plenty, as this twice in one night showed. Hers wasn't a problem of quantity, but more of the variety in what came her way.

"Is that so?" Sophiya teased, "In that case... I guess I'll just have to go out and get some more, darling... unless you think you are man enough to do something about it?"

It was a red rag to a bull, and suddenly Sophiya wished she had chosen a slightly less provocative retort for the time of night. Before she knew it, Sophiya was on her back, with Mukesh kneeling across her hips. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. It was a touch of déjà vu from the sofa earlier, but somehow Sophiya knew that was where the similarity would end.

And yes, that's exactly where it did end.

That kiss, sensual as it was, didn't last long.

"Not man enough?" Mukesh questioned. "I'll show you man enough, my darling. Just you wait and see. What was it you said before... make yourself comfy, I'm going to take good care of this little problem for you. The only question is... well... how... any good ideas, my darling?"

This time it was Mukesh's turn to be the one with the rhetorical questions. His darling wife might have some good ideas, but he already had his mind set on one of his own. The only problem, well, he wasn't going to get there kneeling on top of her, was he?

And so, it began.

Starting up top, he focused in on her breasts, stroking and massaging the full firm flesh, before teasing at her hard nipples. Much to her disappointment though, Mukesh never lingered too long in any one place. His attention was just enough to get his wife all excited, and then he was off again in search of new delights.

Soft kisses ran all the way down across Sophiya's stomach and over her mound, as Mukesh shuffled down the bed. Before long he was kneeling at the end of her feet, staring back at his darling wife.

Mukesh never said a word.

He didn't need to.

His gaze towards the apex of her mound, along with his softly trailed fingertips along the inside edges of her thighs, were indication enough of what was expected, and Sophiya wasn't about to disappoint. His actions might not have been as slow and sensual as hers had been earlier, but the net effect was so similar. The more he played with her, the more aroused she became, and the more aroused she became, the more she needed him.

Sophiya glanced towards her husband, making sure to have his attention.

Then, slowly, Sophiya spread her legs.

It was a little at first, just enough to give a teasing glimpse of a smile as her labia ran down beyond her apex, before disappearing between her thighs. A little became more, became a full-on view of her arousal. Even then, she didn't stop. As she reached the maximum that she could spread her legs on their own, Sophiya started to bend her knees, splaying them out, pulling them up towards her body.

She didn't need to look to know just what a view she would be giving him. Sophiya could feel the ache of desire deep inside. Sophiya could sense the dampness just beneath the surface. Now she was going to do just as he had suggested. She was going to make herself comfortable and enjoy the ride.

Her heart was pounding.

Her pulse was racing.

Passionate excitement filled Sophiya's young body.

Sophiya smiled back at Mukesh.

"You were right, darling," Sophiya whispered. "I am damp already."

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The same couldn't have been further from the truth for Kirsten. She lay there, naked on the bed, the duvet now lying in a heap on the floor. The blindfold was already across her eyes, plunging the young blonde into darkness. Around her left wrist, secured, was one end of the cuffs. The other end was in Claudia's hand and about to be threaded behind one of the wooden posts which made up the headboard.

There was no sense of frivolity, nor any attempt to resist. Kirsten knew better than to object to what was coming her way. Feeling the tug on the cuff around her wrist, obediently, Kirsten lifted both hands towards the headboard. There was no need for Claudia to tell the young blonde what was expected of her. Kirsten sort of knew and took great pleasure in making sure to please her mistress.

"You'll have to shuffle up a little, these ones are a bit short," Claudia called out, acknowledging more the failings in the equipment than in her sexy little sub.

Once more, it was a very compliant Kirsten who simply shuffled up the bed, all the way until her head was resting on the pillow, and her hands were almost touching the headboard. Seconds later, Kirsten felt the snugness of the second cuff around her right wrist. As if for confirmation, but not really as an attempt to escape, Kirsten wriggled against her bindings.

Inside, Kirsten smiled.

Oh yes, she was at her mistress' mercy, just as she had been so many times before.

A tap at her ankle, had Kirsten obediently spreading her legs slightly. She paused with her legs about halfway apart, waiting for a second tap to tell her to go further. One never came. What did though was a touch across her petite breasts, fingertips scraping across what were rapidly hardening nipples.

Kirsten stifled the need to moan.

Her heart was pounding.

Her pulse was racing.

Nervous excitement filled Kirsten's young body.

And then it was no more. That touch, no sooner had it come, had gone again. For what seemed like an eternity, Kirsten was lying there, alone in the darkness, listening out for any sign of what may be to come.

Another touch, once more across her breasts, this time teasing directly at those rock-hard nubs, had the young woman gasp in surprise.

Once more it was short lived, there one minute, gone the next.

And so, it continued... a touch... then nothing... only silence... then...

Kirsten gasped once more. Without thinking, she brought her legs together the moment she felt those fingertips tease at her outer labia. Instantly, Kirsten tried to put matters right, regretting her reaction, but it was too late.

"Oh, my darling... if we were at the cabin, I'd have a spreader bar to keep those legs apart. I don't have one here, but I know you're going to be a good girl, aren't you Kirsten?" Claudia responded.

"And, if we were at the cabin, I might just give that sweet little pussy of yours a bit of a spanking," Claudia added, bringing her hand down playfully against Kirsten's bare snatch.

"Owww... thank... you," Kirsten replied, her words more gasped than spoken.

"Now, where were we?" Claudia asked. "Oh... I remember... you were spreading those pretty little legs of yours... and I was about to introduce you to an old friend."

As Claudia mentioned the old friend, a deep buzz filled the room as if for emphasis of just what she had in mind. It was the vibrating wand. Claudia now had hold of the powerful toy and couldn't resist giving it a pulse on high.

Kirsten swallowed hard.

Oh yes, she remembered that old friend very well indeed.

She also remembered the way it had ended that first time, leaving her without satisfaction, at least not at the cabin itself.

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If Kirsten was stifling her moans, Sophiya was making no effort to keep them hidden.

Mukesh had his head down between his wife's outstretched thighs and was eating her out with all his might. Damp had been an understatement. All it had taken was a little teasing at the outer lips and it was like somebody had set a tap running. No sooner had he released those tender inner folds, than they were covered in slick juices, and here he was, like a bear to a honey pot, lapping up as much of the sweet nectar as he could.

Mukesh would lick at her inner folds, and Sophiya would moan.

He would rim her opening with the tip of his tongue, and she would gasp.

He would suck on her sensitive nub of a clit, and she would squeal.

It was like the most intimate of orchestras, and Mukesh was the conductor, his actions filling the bedroom in the most carnal of one-woman overtures.

All the time, as she became more vocal, he became more passionate, pressing his face down against her sodden sex, forcing his tongue against her opening, trying as best he could to dip inside. All the time, as she writhed on the bed under his oral onslaught, Mukesh ran a hand along his cock.

He could feel the way he grew under his touch.

He could feel the ache inside as blood flooded his member.

He could feel the urge to plunge his shaft deep into her waiting sex, to impale his darling wife onto that very cock, to ravage her until she could take no more.