Fic - Girls Just Want to Have Fun (LoM)
TITLE: Girls Just Want to Have Fun
AUTHOR: Andromeda
FANDOM: Life on Mars
RATING: Brown Cortina, Sam/Annie/Phyllis, Gene, BDSM, pegging
WORD COUNT: 1480 words
AUTHOR'S NOTES: As Porntober draws to a close, a response to a request from shinyhappyperso.
DISCLAIMER: Life on Mars is copyright Kudos and the BBC. All Rights Reserved. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made.
Girls Just Want to Have Fun
From the start it was a well-oiled operation; they caught Sam just as he was leaving for the evening. Working as a team they soon had him trussed up and gagged and out of the way.
Gene was even easier. Annie had grabbed him coming out of the Gents with a breathless, "Sam wants to see you now in Lost and Found" and both she and Phyllis soon had the pair exactly where they wanted them.
Of course, they didn't particularly want to rush things so when they both walked back into Lost and Found, half an hour later, they were met with identical murderous stares from Gene, still fully clothed and tightly tied to a chair, and Sam, naked and bound at his feet.
"So, how are you boys doing?" Annie asked solicitously as she strode toward the pair, high heels clicking on the bare floor."
"Cartwright," Gene growled. "Untie us right now, or I swear I'll..."
"Eugene," Annie warned, "Remember the rules. You only get to speak when you're spoken to."
Gene shut his mouth with an audible snap and directed his gaze towards the floor.
"Now, that's better. Isn't it, boy?"
"Yes, Ma'am," Gene mumbled.
"And what did we tell you about mumbling?"
"Sorry Ma'am, yes Ma'am," Gene said louder and clearer this time.
"Good boy," Annie purred, patting him on the cheek. "How's Sammy doing, eh?" She walked over to the naked man. "Oh, I'm sorry, Sammy." She bent over, her partially unbuttoned blouse gaping open to reveal her ample cleavage as she removed the gag from his mouth. "Is that better?"
Sam ran his tongue over his dry lips and swallowed. "Yes, thank you Ma'am."
"Excellent!" Annie clapped her hands together. "Phyllis and I have been thinking hard about this one, haven't we, love?"
Phyllis nodded, a predatory gleam in her eyes. "Oh yes, very hard indeed."
"And I reckon we are all going to have fun."
Phyllis walked over to Gene, her own heels clicking as loudly as Annie's had as she stood behind the chair and bent over his shoulder. "At least, Annie, Sammy and I are going to have fun," she announced in a stage whisper. "You, Gene, get to watch."
Gene swallowed hard.
"Doesn't that sound nice, boys?" Annie added, approvingly.
"Yes, Ma'am," they replied in unison.
"Good. Now, let's get started, eh?"
The two ladies took positions either side of the bound form of Sam, facing Gene and carefully removed their skirts to reveal that they were each wearing a harness and strap-on.
"You know what these are, Sammy?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"And you know what we're going to do with them?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Good boy." Annie knelt down to untie Sam's legs, massaging his calves as she did so. "I'm going to fuck you."
Gene let out a small groan at her words, which earned him a glare from Phyllis. "If you utter another sound, Hunt," she snapped, "I'll have to make sure you don't again. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
Annie kept her eyes on Sam. "First of all, Sammy, I'm going to prepare you. We don't want to damage you too much, do we?" and she took a small tube out of her cleavage. "There, that's going to be nice and warm for you." She squeezed a small amount of the lube onto her fingers. She rubbed her fingers to warm the cream a little more before kneeling next down to him and working a finger into his tight hole.
"We've not done this for ages," she commented, as she started to push in a second finger. "You're ever so tight. Perhaps we should let you get fucked more often, eh?"
"Whatever you wish, Ma'am," Sam replied, gasping a little as she crooked a finger and brushed the pad against his prostate.
"Good boy," she soothed and, with help from Phyllis worked Sam onto his knees, bent slightly forward as she continued to stroke and scissor her fingers inside him.
"Now, that feels about ready, she finally said, withdrawing her fingers and holding onto Sam's shoulder for balance. We don't want you too warmed up, do we?" and, positioning herself behind him, knelt between his splayed legs and slowly pushed the attached dildo into him, rocking her hips so it buried itself deeper with each thrust.
Finally pressed up to Sam's back, dildo buried deep in his arse, she sighed. "Phyllis?"
"Yes, love?" Phyllis came over to stand next to her.
"Play with my tits, will you, love?"
"With pleasure," the older woman said and stood behind her, undoing the rest of the buttons on her blouse and sliding her fingers under her breasts to cup them, fingers caressing and pinching her nipples through the thin cloth of her bra.
"I could do you like this," Phyllis purred in Annie's ear. "Give you an Annie sandwich. How'd you like that?"
Gene groaned loudly at the image that produced and immediately Phyllis snapped upright, letting go of Annie's breasts and stalking over to the man on the chair. She slapped him across the face none-too-gently and produced a pair of balled up knickers, seemingly from thin air. "What did I say about making any noise, Hunt? For that, you get this. Open wide," and she stuffed the flimsy material into his obediently open mouth. She stood back and looked at him. "That's better," she commented, nodding approvingly at the picture the man presented. "What do you think, Annie?"
"I think you're neglecting poor Sammy, here," Annie remarked, still rocking gently, eliciting her own gasps from the man she was fucking.
"Oh, yes. I think you could do more with that mouth, Tyler," Phyllis said, walking back to stand immediately in front of him. "Suck."
Sam, as obedient as Gene, instantly took the proffered length between his lips, sucking the head of the dildo, running his tongue around the tip as Phyllis tangled the fingers of one hand in his hair, the other hand reaching down to finger herself.
"Oh, I think you can do better than that, Tyler, open wide." And she pushed deeper into his mouth.
Annie, one hand between her own legs, sped up, rocking Sam between them, twisting her hips with every other thrust.
His cock, hard and openly weeping precum thrust vainly in the empty air and Annie, abandoning her own pleasure for a moment, reached around, savagely gripping the base of his cock.
"Oh, no you don't, Sammy," she said in warning. "You don't get to come until we tell you to."
Sam shook his head as much as he was able, trying to indicate that he had no intention of doing such a thing, if it were at all possible and Annie let go, fingers instantly delving back between the broad leather strap of the harness, seeking more friction than the strap alone could provide.
Panting heavily, Phyllis came first, stilling her thrusts and crying out her orgasm. Sam instinctively swallowed, though it was, of course, not necessary and Phyllis pulled at his hair, not gently, but lovingly.
"He's doing well," she remarked to Annie as soon as she could speak again.
Annie nodded, lost in her own pleasure and, as Phyllis took up her own thrusting once more, shouted out her own orgasm, hips stuttering and eliciting a grunt from the man sandwiched between them.
Again reaching around to stifle Sam's impending orgasm, she hissed, "Don't make me tell you again, boy."
The ladies took their time, both coming twice more before Phyllis withdrew the dildo from Sam's mouth and knelt next to Annie. She kissed the other woman deeply and reached around the panting and sweating man, taking his cock in her hand and gripping it tight.
Annie, still thrusting hard, whispered in his ear, "Good boy. You can come now."
"Thank you, Ma'am," Sam managed in a hoarse whisper and came almost immediately under Phyllis' expert ministrations. He collapsed forward, Phyllis catching him at the last moment and she gently helped him to the floor.
"Bloody hell, I hope we haven't killed him!" Phyllis remarked, sounding none-too-bothered.
Annie withdrew carefully and checked his breathing. "No, poor lamb is just shagged out." She laughed lightly at her own joke. "He'll come to in a few minutes."
Phyllis untied Sam's bonds, perfunctorily rolling him into some semblance of the recovery position as Annie walked over to Gene on slightly less than steady feet. She placed her hand over his own straining erection and smiled.
"Looks like you've got a bit of a problem there, Gene," she remarked, squeezing once and letting go. She worked the makeshift gag out of his mouth and kissed him on the cheek. She stood back, leaving Gene tied to the chair. "I'll let Sammy sort you out with that, when he comes to."
And with that, the two ladies slid their skirts back over the harnesses and, arm in arm, strode out of the room.
The End
AUTHOR: Andromeda
FANDOM: Life on Mars
RATING: Brown Cortina, Sam/Annie/Phyllis, Gene, BDSM, pegging
WORD COUNT: 1480 words
AUTHOR'S NOTES: As Porntober draws to a close, a response to a request from shinyhappyperso.
DISCLAIMER: Life on Mars is copyright Kudos and the BBC. All Rights Reserved. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made.
Girls Just Want to Have Fun
From the start it was a well-oiled operation; they caught Sam just as he was leaving for the evening. Working as a team they soon had him trussed up and gagged and out of the way.
Gene was even easier. Annie had grabbed him coming out of the Gents with a breathless, "Sam wants to see you now in Lost and Found" and both she and Phyllis soon had the pair exactly where they wanted them.
Of course, they didn't particularly want to rush things so when they both walked back into Lost and Found, half an hour later, they were met with identical murderous stares from Gene, still fully clothed and tightly tied to a chair, and Sam, naked and bound at his feet.
"So, how are you boys doing?" Annie asked solicitously as she strode toward the pair, high heels clicking on the bare floor."
"Cartwright," Gene growled. "Untie us right now, or I swear I'll..."
"Eugene," Annie warned, "Remember the rules. You only get to speak when you're spoken to."
Gene shut his mouth with an audible snap and directed his gaze towards the floor.
"Now, that's better. Isn't it, boy?"
"Yes, Ma'am," Gene mumbled.
"And what did we tell you about mumbling?"
"Sorry Ma'am, yes Ma'am," Gene said louder and clearer this time.
"Good boy," Annie purred, patting him on the cheek. "How's Sammy doing, eh?" She walked over to the naked man. "Oh, I'm sorry, Sammy." She bent over, her partially unbuttoned blouse gaping open to reveal her ample cleavage as she removed the gag from his mouth. "Is that better?"
Sam ran his tongue over his dry lips and swallowed. "Yes, thank you Ma'am."
"Excellent!" Annie clapped her hands together. "Phyllis and I have been thinking hard about this one, haven't we, love?"
Phyllis nodded, a predatory gleam in her eyes. "Oh yes, very hard indeed."
"And I reckon we are all going to have fun."
Phyllis walked over to Gene, her own heels clicking as loudly as Annie's had as she stood behind the chair and bent over his shoulder. "At least, Annie, Sammy and I are going to have fun," she announced in a stage whisper. "You, Gene, get to watch."
Gene swallowed hard.
"Doesn't that sound nice, boys?" Annie added, approvingly.
"Yes, Ma'am," they replied in unison.
"Good. Now, let's get started, eh?"
The two ladies took positions either side of the bound form of Sam, facing Gene and carefully removed their skirts to reveal that they were each wearing a harness and strap-on.
"You know what these are, Sammy?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"And you know what we're going to do with them?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Good boy." Annie knelt down to untie Sam's legs, massaging his calves as she did so. "I'm going to fuck you."
Gene let out a small groan at her words, which earned him a glare from Phyllis. "If you utter another sound, Hunt," she snapped, "I'll have to make sure you don't again. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
Annie kept her eyes on Sam. "First of all, Sammy, I'm going to prepare you. We don't want to damage you too much, do we?" and she took a small tube out of her cleavage. "There, that's going to be nice and warm for you." She squeezed a small amount of the lube onto her fingers. She rubbed her fingers to warm the cream a little more before kneeling next down to him and working a finger into his tight hole.
"We've not done this for ages," she commented, as she started to push in a second finger. "You're ever so tight. Perhaps we should let you get fucked more often, eh?"
"Whatever you wish, Ma'am," Sam replied, gasping a little as she crooked a finger and brushed the pad against his prostate.
"Good boy," she soothed and, with help from Phyllis worked Sam onto his knees, bent slightly forward as she continued to stroke and scissor her fingers inside him.
"Now, that feels about ready, she finally said, withdrawing her fingers and holding onto Sam's shoulder for balance. We don't want you too warmed up, do we?" and, positioning herself behind him, knelt between his splayed legs and slowly pushed the attached dildo into him, rocking her hips so it buried itself deeper with each thrust.
Finally pressed up to Sam's back, dildo buried deep in his arse, she sighed. "Phyllis?"
"Yes, love?" Phyllis came over to stand next to her.
"Play with my tits, will you, love?"
"With pleasure," the older woman said and stood behind her, undoing the rest of the buttons on her blouse and sliding her fingers under her breasts to cup them, fingers caressing and pinching her nipples through the thin cloth of her bra.
"I could do you like this," Phyllis purred in Annie's ear. "Give you an Annie sandwich. How'd you like that?"
Gene groaned loudly at the image that produced and immediately Phyllis snapped upright, letting go of Annie's breasts and stalking over to the man on the chair. She slapped him across the face none-too-gently and produced a pair of balled up knickers, seemingly from thin air. "What did I say about making any noise, Hunt? For that, you get this. Open wide," and she stuffed the flimsy material into his obediently open mouth. She stood back and looked at him. "That's better," she commented, nodding approvingly at the picture the man presented. "What do you think, Annie?"
"I think you're neglecting poor Sammy, here," Annie remarked, still rocking gently, eliciting her own gasps from the man she was fucking.
"Oh, yes. I think you could do more with that mouth, Tyler," Phyllis said, walking back to stand immediately in front of him. "Suck."
Sam, as obedient as Gene, instantly took the proffered length between his lips, sucking the head of the dildo, running his tongue around the tip as Phyllis tangled the fingers of one hand in his hair, the other hand reaching down to finger herself.
"Oh, I think you can do better than that, Tyler, open wide." And she pushed deeper into his mouth.
Annie, one hand between her own legs, sped up, rocking Sam between them, twisting her hips with every other thrust.
His cock, hard and openly weeping precum thrust vainly in the empty air and Annie, abandoning her own pleasure for a moment, reached around, savagely gripping the base of his cock.
"Oh, no you don't, Sammy," she said in warning. "You don't get to come until we tell you to."
Sam shook his head as much as he was able, trying to indicate that he had no intention of doing such a thing, if it were at all possible and Annie let go, fingers instantly delving back between the broad leather strap of the harness, seeking more friction than the strap alone could provide.
Panting heavily, Phyllis came first, stilling her thrusts and crying out her orgasm. Sam instinctively swallowed, though it was, of course, not necessary and Phyllis pulled at his hair, not gently, but lovingly.
"He's doing well," she remarked to Annie as soon as she could speak again.
Annie nodded, lost in her own pleasure and, as Phyllis took up her own thrusting once more, shouted out her own orgasm, hips stuttering and eliciting a grunt from the man sandwiched between them.
Again reaching around to stifle Sam's impending orgasm, she hissed, "Don't make me tell you again, boy."
The ladies took their time, both coming twice more before Phyllis withdrew the dildo from Sam's mouth and knelt next to Annie. She kissed the other woman deeply and reached around the panting and sweating man, taking his cock in her hand and gripping it tight.
Annie, still thrusting hard, whispered in his ear, "Good boy. You can come now."
"Thank you, Ma'am," Sam managed in a hoarse whisper and came almost immediately under Phyllis' expert ministrations. He collapsed forward, Phyllis catching him at the last moment and she gently helped him to the floor.
"Bloody hell, I hope we haven't killed him!" Phyllis remarked, sounding none-too-bothered.
Annie withdrew carefully and checked his breathing. "No, poor lamb is just shagged out." She laughed lightly at her own joke. "He'll come to in a few minutes."
Phyllis untied Sam's bonds, perfunctorily rolling him into some semblance of the recovery position as Annie walked over to Gene on slightly less than steady feet. She placed her hand over his own straining erection and smiled.
"Looks like you've got a bit of a problem there, Gene," she remarked, squeezing once and letting go. She worked the makeshift gag out of his mouth and kissed him on the cheek. She stood back, leaving Gene tied to the chair. "I'll let Sammy sort you out with that, when he comes to."
And with that, the two ladies slid their skirts back over the harnesses and, arm in arm, strode out of the room.
The End