Holiday BBQ Threesome

 It’s a holiday weekend and the weather is great, so we barbecue out, and you call a few friends and neighbors, one of which is your ex. I don’t really know him well, but your divorce was amicable and you talk from time to time, so I’m not concerned.

As the day goes on, I spend most of my time working the grill, and you are a good hostess. As the day ends, most folks leave, until it’s just you, your Ex, and me.

You and him are laughing about a movie. You explain it’s a romantic comedy. “Yea, she watched it all the time. I think you wore out a couple of DVDs you watched it so often.”

I say that I never saw it. ‘I think it’s streaming this month on Netflix.’ You say.

“I haven’t seen it since we broke up, I could watch it again” He says.

“I’m game.” I say.

All three of us sit on the couch. You are in the center. Because of the weather we are all in t-shirts and shorts.

You scan through Netflix and find it. It’s a rom-com about a woman who has to choose between two guys.

We turn down the lights to reduce the glare on the large screen tv.

As it starts, you snuggle next to me. ‘I can tell you have been working the grill. You smell of smoke and sweat.’ You say playfully in a low voice.

“Should I shower & change?”, I whisper back. ‘No, I like when you smell like a man. The movie is starting.”

I put my arm around you, and your ex, Alejandro, stretches out next to you.

As the movie goes on, we are all laughing at parts, you pat my hand at parts, and he, without thinking, rests his hand on your thigh.

There is a point in the movie where I say, “This doesn’t make sense. They are both good guys, why doesn’t she just love them both?”

‘It wouldn’t work. She has to choose. If she was with both, the guys would be jealous.’ You say.

“No these are both good guys, they both want her happy. I think they would try a threesome. What do you think?” I ask.

Alejandro responds, “I think you are right, both of these guys want her happy. If she wants both, I think the guys would be into it.”

You pause the movie. ‘So you think that if she told both guys that she wanted both at the same time, they would do it?’

“Heck, my love, right now if you wanted both of us, I think we’d do it.”

You look at both of us. ‘Ok, guys prove it.’

You strip off your t-shirt like you want to prove us wrong. Your Ex and I shrug at each other and start stripping off shirts and shorts.

My hand cups your right breast and my mouth goes for your left nipple.

He kisses and licks your earlobe as you feel his hand slide into your shorts and he caresses your pussy like he used to do.

It feels so good. You grab both our cocks which are hardening in your hands.

I suck your nipple harder as you stroke my dry cock.

You enjoy the feeling of both hard cocks.

You feel him sliding his fingers in your damp pussy.

‘I need to suck you both.’ You say. You move us so we are standing in front of you and you are sitting on the floor. Your back against the couch.

You suck the tip of mine then lick his. You love how the flavors are similar but different.

You suck mine deeply as you stroke him, then you stroke mine, lubed with your saliva, as you suck him.

As you alternate between us, we both groan in pleasure.

As you stoke both of us, you look at me, ‘Put it in my pussy.’

You release both of us, pull off your shorts, and get on the couch.

You are on hands and knees with your head near the arm rest.

I get behind you and slowly lick your pussy. It’s so wet with excitement. You have your ex stand near your face, and you suck his cock, while stroking his balls.

His cock feels so familiar as you take it deep in your mouth.

You feel the tip of mine slowly slide into your warm wet pussy.

I slowly work it in and out, going deeper. Alejandro places his hands on your head as you suck deeper.

We work a rhythm so we fuck you from both ends.

After a bit, you have us switch.

I move to your head and he gets behind you.

You grab my cock and lick your pussy flavor off of it as he thrusts into your wet opening.

His cock feels different than mine. You suck me hard as he fucks you from behind.

It feels so good for all of us.

‘I want you in my ass.’ You say.

We all stand. You have me sit on the couch…

You go to our bedroom, get lube and come back.

Squirting it on my cock and then on your ass, you mount me reverse cowgirl, sliding my slick cock into your ass.

You have your ex, fill your pussy with his cock.

It takes a bit to get the rhythm, but we do. You take the lead bouncing up and down on both cocks.

‘I feel so full.’ You say as you reach and rub your clit.

You stop bouncing and just rock back and forth. He kisses your mouth and I kiss the back of your neck.

It feels so good, you want to cum while we are inside of you.

You stop as your pussy and ass pulse around our cocks.

‘I want to try something different’ you say in a throaty voice, full of passion.

He backs up, sliding his slick hard cock from your dripping pussy. And you climb off of me, as lube drips from your open ass.

You walk to the patio door. ‘Follow me boys.’ you say very playfully.

You open the door, the night air is still warm. You hear the sounds of frogs and crickets, as we all still naked, go onto the patio. You hug us both.

‘This is what I want. Make love to me in the night air. Both of you, I don’t care who hears or sees.’ We both hug you tightly and kiss you.

You climb on the patio lounger, on your hands and knees again. We both walk over to you, our cocks still hard with excitement.

You take them both and lick and kiss them both. Licking up one side of one, and down the side of the other. You open your mouth wide and take them both in at once. You feel your mouth stretch open with the tips of both thick cocks in your mouth.

You take them both out…and lick them and then lick each of our balls.

Your tongue feels so good, as you lick down my shaft and around my balls. You grip Alejandro’s cock firmly.

‘One of you, Fuck me now.’ You say.

We look at each other, I motion for him to go and he takes his slick cock from your hand. I move mine to your mouth.

Feel his thick veiny cock as he rubs it along your wet open pussy lips. You take suck the tip of my cock as he enters you.

Your warm mouth feels so good. I grab your head in pleasure, my hands pulling your hair lightly.

You feel his hands on your lower back as he goes in and out. Deeper and harder with each thrust.

“I want to fuck your mouth.” I say in a low voice.

I pull your hair a bit more and your mouth opens wide. You feel it as I work my cock into your throat. He pushes you forward and I go back. I push you back against him. You move with the rhythm as we push and pull you, filling you from both ends.

You feel him reach under you and rub your clit as I release your hair with one hand and pull your right nipple.

You moan around my cock in pleasure.

“I think she is going to cum again. My friend.”

You try to nod.

The waves of pleasure start from your inside and wash over you and we continue to fuck you.

“Do you want us to cum where we are?”

I pull my cock from your mouth so you can speak. ‘Want you both to jerk off on my tits, like in porn.’ Your voice is rough from my cock recently in your throat.

He pulls from your wet dripping pussy and stands next to me. We both are stroking as you sit on the lounger.

We stroke and aim at your firm breasts and hard nipples. It excites you to watch both of us so you rub your clit again.

‘Cum on me boys. I’ll cum again too.’ You say.

You rub your clit harder and faster. We stroke and grunt in pleasure. ‘Are there other moans & grunts, I hear?’ You think for a second.

‘Maybe neighbors are getting a show and enjoying themselves too?’ You think, and are excited by the thought of neighbors watching and masturbating to the three of you.

“Si, si, si, si” He says as he shoots thick ropes of jizz on your right breast. “Yyyyyyeeeeessss” I say as mine lands on your left.

You feel our hot sticky cum on your chest, wipe some on your fingers and rub your clit until you finish too.

“Shall we wash up and finish the movie? I still think she doesn’t have to choose, but now I want to see who she goes with.”

We walk into the house and head for the bathroom to shower. You swear you hear footsteps on the deck from the neighbors and hushed voices. You smile to yourself and join us in the shower.

Trying Something New at the Second-Hand Store

 

It was just supposed to be a part-time job to help make ends meet. You saw that your local 2nd-Hand Store was hiring part-time at minimum wage. Your hours at your office job had been cut, so rather than just sitting around the apartment, you decided to give this a try.

That was a few months ago. Your office job cut your hours back even more, because the government contracts that you supported were “paused”. Something that the full-time employees at the firm told you “Stops, Furloughs, and Pauses happen from time to time, but the work always comes back. When Congress fully funds the projects, the full-time spot you were eyeing should be available.”

You kept going into the office during the day, doing what needed done, and then working at the 2nd-hand store in the evenings. Soon, in the office, you noticed fewer and fewer people. Some of the older workers took early retirement, and some of the newest full-timers were let go as part of ‘down-sizing’. Your status as a part-time temp worker is OK, because they can cancel your contract on a whim. You noticed that they have kept all of the “temp workers” but just decreased everyone’s hours.

So you spend more time working at the 2nd-hand store. One of the things you enjoy is that at the end of the day, you and some of the others will go in back and try on some of the new outfits that haven’t been put out yet. Trying them on and buy them if you really like them. Then go to the local diner for a late snack.

At first you thought it was weird seeing the other women wearing just bras and panties, and trying on clothes, but soon it became almost normal. You even noticed that some of your coworkers look so sexy as they try on outfits. You become friends with Kat, Jo, and Ann.

Tonight you try on a nice blouse and skirt combo that you could wear to the office, and look in the mirror.

“That looks good on you.” Kat says. She pulls on a pair of leggings and a sports bra, both of which accent her shape nicely.

“Wow. If you were working out in those, you’d distract the whole gym.” You compliment her.

“Thanks, your boyfriend will really like you in that top and skirt.” She responds.

As you take it off and fold it nicely, you say “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Oh. Is that you haven’t found the right one or…” she asks as she looks in the mirror and caresses her ass through the leggings.

“I just don’t have time. I spend all my time either here or at the office, so I don’t really have time to date.” You finish folding and look to see what other outfits there are, still only in your bra and panties. There is a leather skirt and a matching leather jacket. They feel so good against your skin as you slide them on and zip them up.

“How about you, Kat. Are you going to get those so you can workout with your boyfriend?”

She turns and whistles at you. “That looks sexy on you.” She then strips off the leggings and sports bra. You notice her nipples are hard. “My last girlfriend broke up with me a few months ago.”

“Oh. I didn’t know.” You say, as you feel your face flush with embarrassment.

She walks closer and says in a lower tone. “You didn’t know that I had gone through a breakup or that I’m into women?”

You try to look away from her. “Both.” You say softly.

She places a hand on your shoulder and says in a louder tone. “It’s okay. None of us really talk much ourselves.”

You look past her and see that both Jo and Ann are done and changing back into the polo and khakis that are the store uniform.

“That skirt and jacket really look sexy on you. Especially knowing that you don’t have a shirt on underneath it.” Kat says in a soft tone. “So, if you don’t have time to date, how do you ‘take care of things’?”

Before you can answer, both Jo and Ann walk up with clothing in their arms. “Are you two done? We’re going to buy these and then close out the last register.” Jo says.

Ann looks at Kat, still topless. “If you need more time, we can wait.”

She smiles. “I want to try on a couple more things, then I’ll close out the register.”

You nervously smile at them. “I’ll help her. Did you want to meet up later at the Diner.”

Jo gives Kat a strange wink and smile. “Are you sure you don’t want us to wait?”

Kat slowly shakes her head as she picks up a flowery summer dress. “No. Go on ahead without us. This might take us a bit longer than normal.”

Ann starts walking to the register. “Suit yourself.”

“Don’t take too long. Remember the grill shuts down at midnight during the week.” Jo says.

Kat slips on the dress. It looks big on her. “I wish it was in my size.”

You look at her, still wearing the leather. “The color looks good on you, but you are right it is too big.” You say in a supportive tone.

She takes it off and looks for another outfit, still walking around wearing just panties.

You start to take off the jacket, but she stops you. “Keep it on for just a bit longer.”

“It feels really good. I just don’t go to any places where I’d wear it.” You say.

You hear the front door unlock and then relock.

Kat smiles and moves closer to you. “Have you been with a woman?”

You slowly shake your head, but notice how hard her nipples look as she stands right before you.

“I don’t want to pressure you into anything, but when is the last time you had your sweet cunt licked?”

You don’t know which is more shocking, how close she is to you, her openness, or her language.

“It’s been a while and….” You admit.

She pushes you back against the table and drops to her knees. “I love the smell of leather.” She says as she softly kisses the inside of your thighs. Her lips are soft and warm. There is a gentleness you hadn’t expected. You feel your pussy getting damp, but you are still nervous. “I don’t know if we should.” you try to say.

She looks up at you, as her bare breasts rub against the inside of your legs.

“If you want me to stop.” She says in a soft tone. “Just say so. I’m just offering you a chance to enjoy yourself, and I’ve been wondering how that sweet little snatch of yours tastes.” Then she pauses. “Unless you have never been with a woman before.”

“Not since…” you start to say.

She sits back on her heels. “’Not since college’? It that what you are going to say?” The tone in her voice becomes more serious. “What is it with you ‘straight girls’ and you all had that ‘one time at college’?”

You reach down, grab her head and press her mouth against your wet pussy. “It was High School. I had a girlfriend in High School, until both our parents found out and we had to break up.” You say in a more confident tone. “Sometimes I’m attracted to a man, and sometimes a woman. It’s the individual who turns me on.” You finish as you hold her head between your legs.

You feel her push up the skirt higher so you can spread your legs wider as her tongue licks the crotch of your damp panties.

“Mmmm you are turned on.” You hear her say, then feel her move the panties to the side and feel her tongue licking up and down your wet lips. It’s a feeling you really hadn’t felt before. Not like this. She knows what she is doing with her tongue. This isn’t a nervous high schooler discovering herself, or a college guy trying oral because ‘it’s what he’s supposed to do.’ No, this is a woman who knows what she wants, and what that is, at the moment, is you. Or more specifically “your sweet cunt”.

You feel her lips on your clit as she gently sucks, and slides two twisting fingers into you. You grip her hair tightly as flex your knees and press back against the table. You feel the pleasure building and hold her tightly between your legs. Your orgasm hits you harder than you planned. “Yes, cum for me.” You hear her say as you feel her thrusting her fingers faster and deeper as she sucks your clit.

Your body tingles as release her. She stands up and kisses you. The flavor of your pussy is all over her lips.

She then steps back and puts on her polo shirt.

You unzip your jacket. “Wait, don’t you need me to lick you?”

She smiles. “Maybe after we get something to eat at the diner. I suspect you don’t have a lot of experience and I really want to teach you how to make me cum.” She pulls on her khakis. “You might want to take those off. I’ll ring them up and then close out.”

She grabs the exercise leggings and top. After you pull on your shirt and pants, you hand her the jacket and skirt. “Why are you getting the workout clothes?”

“Probably the same reason you are getting the leathers and not the top and skirt from earlier. I saw how you looked at me. Maybe after a snack, we can go to my place. I’ll put them on, and.”

“I can slowly take them off.” A good plan.

As she rings up your stack, you scan your card. “We should have done this weeks ago.”

She smiles at you with a sad smile. “No. You would have been my ‘rebound chick’. And I like you more than that.”

She clears the register and runs the final report. After putting everything in the night deposit bag, you switch off the lights and she locks the door.

“So what are you hungry for?” you ask.

She smiles. “Maybe just some French fries. I already had my ‘burger’.” She says with a wink and takes your hand. You both laugh as you head to the diner.

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Visiting "The Dungeon"

 

As you sit in the company breakroom, slowly eating your lunch, you miss your girlfriend, Heather. Normally the two of you would just sit and talk during lunch, but that was a week ago. You work in different offices so after breaking up, you don’t really run into each other. But you also really don’t have any close friends here, so you sit alone at a table.

Three guys sit down at a table near you.  They are guys who work in a different department from you but you have seen them around.

You are almost done eating, when you hear. “You wouldn’t believe the place. They did anything I paid them to do.”

You sit there and try to listen in.

“Man, There ain’t no places like that for real.” One says.

“I’ve heard about those places in New York and Frisco, but I didn’t know we had one here.” The other responds.

“Keep your voices down. We don’t want someone to file an HR complaint.” The guy telling the story says.

You sit back and sip the last of your soda, trying to look like you aren’t listening.

They lower their voices so you can’t really get all of what they are talking about but you hear. “The Dungeon”, “Leather”, “Latex”, and “whips”.

“This can’t be real.” You think to yourself. The whole reason your girlfriend broke up with you was because you wanted to try something that she thought was “kinky”. You didn’t really think it was kinky, you just wanted her to wear tall leather boots and a latex bustier, and control you in bed. But it weirded her out and she refused to answer your calls.

You get lost in a moment fantasizing about what your ex-girlfriend, Heather, would have looked like wearing the boots and bustier that you bought her. You felt the leather of the boots against your skin when you bought them. They would have looked so sexy on her.

You see the guys all get up from their table. “Are you going back?” the one guy asks.

“I might. I had an amazing time, I just need to make sure I don’t max out my credit card.”

“Just don’t use the corporate card.” The other jokes.

“Yeah, only executives can do something like that.” The first one jokes.

You head back to your desk and do a quick search online for “The Dungeon”.

There were a few different responses, most of which were related to video games or RPG. You redefine your search including the name of your city. The first couple replies are still related to gaming, but farther down you see something that says “This is a 18+ site”.

You click on it and you read “Welcome to The Dungeon. A place where you can explore your private fantasies. Sexual, Non-sexual, Role Playing, and BDSM services available.”

You know that Corporate IT monitors website activity, so you copy the website address and email it to yourself, so you can check out the site at home.

Once you are home, after you make yourself a quick dinner, you power up your laptop, and open up the link. 

You create a username and password. It asks for age verification. It gives you two options, 1: Upload your ID and a Selfie or 2: Use a valid Credit Card. You think about it for a moment. If you upload your ID and a selfie, and they are doing something nefarious with it, you have set yourself up for identity theft. If you use a credit card, they could steal and misuse it. Reaching into your wallet, you pick a credit card that is almost maxed out. If it is a scam, they can’t do much with it.

After you plug in your information, the screen changes. “Welcome, you have been verified. Do you wish to enter?” You click on “Yes”.

The screen is filled with various images.  The faces are blurred but the body parts are visible. You see women and men dressed in various types of fetish gear. You see beds, couches, pommel horses, and tables in a variety of rooms.

“If you like what you see, please contact us for an in-person visit.” You continue scrolling down, intrigued by what you see. The idea of being tied, and controlled has you hard.

“Rules for In-person visits.

1. Complete the questionnaire.

2. Schedule an appointment with a Master or Mistress.

3. Payment is up front and non-refundable.

4. No illegal acts.

Be honest about your fantasy and we will do our best make it come true.”

You reach down and rub your crotch. Your cock is so hard just thinking about the sexy Mistress they show.

You click on the questionnaire. “Please check ‘Yes’ for all items you wish to do and ‘No’ for all that you do not agree to. If you wish to experiment with something,

please check the ‘Needs Discussion/Comments’ box.”

You have seen loan applications that were less detailed.

It starts off with “Sexual Activity” “Giving/Performing”. It quickly goes down the list Kissing; Cunnilingus (pussy licking/eating); Blow Job; Face Fucking /Rough Blow Job; and continues down for 3 pages. It asks similar questions for “Receiving/Bottoming”, “Fluid Exchange”, “Bondage/Restraint”, and the last deals with “Safe Word”.

You think long and hard as you fill it out. You want to be restrained; slapping (face); slapping (body); Give cunnilingus; Give Vaginal Sex; Use Condoms; and Receive Oral Sex.  You have never done any anal play. Your previous girlfriends all thought it was gross or dirty. You click ‘Needs Discussion’ on Anal Sex Fingering, and then No on the rest of it. You look it over and then add ‘Needs Discussion’ to Giving Anal Sex.

You submit the questionnaire. A schedule pops up on the screen. A number of Mistresses and their dates and times available appear. A note at the top reads “For your first time, the Master or Mistress will spend time interviewing you. This will not be charged to you. If either party does not think that the appointment will be a good match, a different Master or Mistress may be chosen, if available. If you violate any of the house rules, you will be expelled and barred from the establishment.”

You read that a couple of times to make sure you understand. You would hate to go through all of this prep work, just to be turned away.

You notice that they seem to be busy on the weekend, but during the week, there are more spots available during the day. You haven’t used sick days in a while. So you email your boss and tell him you are feeling sick and will go to the doctor tomorrow. You then pick a Mistress with a mid-day opening and hit send.

A confirmation email hits your inbox.

You confirm and double-check the address. It is in the old part of Downtown. You feel nervous but excited. You go to bed and jerk off to a porn video with a woman wearing lots of leather and latex and spanking the man before she forces him to lick her to an orgasm. You stroke yourself so hard and cum quickly, then wipe yourself clean and go to sleep.

 

When you wake up, you call into work to make sure your boss got the email about being sick. He hopes you feel better and will see you tomorrow.

After you shower and clean up, you look at your closet and pick something to wear. You want to look nice, but you don’t really want to wear your “work clothes” to a place called “The Dungeon”.

You put on a pair of khaki slacks and a red polo shirt. When you look in the mirror, you think “Great, I look like ‘Jake from State Farm’.” You are about to change and then stop. You normally don’t dress like this, so you might not be recognized so quickly if someone from the office sees you.

Just to make it look good, you drive from your place to your doctor’s office. You pull into the parking lot and wait for a bit. Then you drive from there to downtown.

As you drive through the part of the city that was Old Downtown, you see a lot of brownstone buildings. Things that used to be stores, newspaper offices, office buildings, and are now just apartments or set for demolition as part of the Mayor’s revitalization effort.  Down a side street you see an old gothic style church. But what catches your eye is that there are no crosses on it. The original sign is gone, replaced by a small one that reads “By Appointment Only”.

You park in the parking lot, and walk past the iron fence that surrounds the property. It all looks a bit eerie even though it is mid-day with full sunshine.

The front door is old oak with black iron hardware, and a large knocker on it.

You grab the metal ring and bang it. The door opens and the hinges squeak loudly. You almost expect to see cobwebs and torchlight, but inside looks pleasant. There are a row of upholstered chairs along a wall, and a desk with a professional looking receptionist. She looks up from her computer screen. “Hello, and welcome to the Dungeon. And you are?”

You walk forward and tell her your name. She checks her screen and nods, then she stands up. “Please follow me.” She leads you to a down a hall that probably was at one time classrooms or offices. The doors are all closed and look to be the same old oak design as the front door. She stops and uses the knocker. The door opens and you see a beautiful woman wearing a thick bathrobe. “Mistress, your next appointment is here.”

She opens the door wider and invites you in. The room is more like what you were expecting. A lot of grey stone and iron candlesticks and sconces.  You see another soft chair and sit in it. She picks up her tablet and clicks on the screen. “Ok, according to your questionnaire, you want to be tied down, slapped and controlled.” She says in a very matter of fact way.

You are a little shocked by it, but then you realize that it is her profession, so you should have expected it. “Yes.” You stammer a little nervously. “I asked my girlfriend, I mean ex-girlfriend to dress up and tie me down.”

She taps her screen again, “Dress up how?”

You describe the bustier and boots, and how you really wanted her to control you and use you for sex.

She slowly nods and taps on the screen of her tablet. “It says here that you “Need to Discuss” Anal, and only have ‘fingering’ marked off.”

You feel nervous again. “I have wanted…to try…but my girlfriends said it was gross, dirty, or gay.”

She sets down her tablet and looks directly in your eyes. “What do you think about anal play?”

You feel a little embarrassed. “When I watch anal sex in porn, it turns me on.”

She nods. “So why did you list ‘Fingering’?”

“I want to see how it feels. Especially when I am restrained or tied down.” You explain.

She moves closer. “You want to feel helpless, as your exposed ass is penetrated and entered?” she says in a soft, seductive voice.

Just thinking about it has you starting to get hard, and swallow nervously. “Yes.”

She leans back and picks up the tablet and jots down some notes. “Is there anything else you want me to add?”

“I like women wearing tall boots, and form fitting leather or latex.”

She nods. “Do you want to schedule 20 minutes, 30 minutes, 45 minutes, or a full hour?”

You think about it.  “If I pick a shorter time, can I extend the session if we need?”

“You can but you will be charged for it.” She says with a pleasant smile.

You pull your wallet out and pick the card you used for ID purposes. “Let’s just do 20 minutes.”

“Oh, one more thing, so I fully understand what you want. You didn’t mention hair or skin color of the Mistress. Do you have a preference?”

You look at her, with her hair pulled in a pony tail and the thick bathrobe covering what she is wearing underneath, and immediately picture her in tall boots and latex. “I like how you look. I don’t really have a preference but I think you are very sexy.”

She smiles and winks at you. “I think you are cute too. Ok. I will need to change. While I am doing that, I will have one of my assistants secure you. Do you want the flat bed or the movable table?”

“Can I look closer at each?” you ask.

She stands up and guides you deeper into the room. The bed is an old style brass frame bed with padded restraints attached to each corner. The cover on the mattress is new and hadn’t been used. You then walk to what she called the ‘movable table’. It looks like something from a horror movie. It has straps and restraints, can be flat, standing up, or any angle in between. Also there are sections where the table can be opened to expose chest, pussy, or penis, if you are laying on your front, or your ass if you are lying on your back. Your mind comes up with a myriad of fantasies and positions using the table. But you shake your head. “Lets use the bed this time.”

She nods. Clicks on her tablet. “I forgot to ask. You want to be restrained but not humiliated. Is that correct?”

You nod. “I like the idea of being someone prisoner who is being used for sexual purposes. But I really don’t need to be told that ‘I’m weak or pathetic’.”

She makes another note on the tablet. “Ok. You are my prisoner.  Did you bring clothing to change into?”

You give her a confused look. “Why?”

“If I treat you like a prisoner, then I could rip or cut your clothing off of you.”

“Damn, I didn’t think of that. I should have brought something to change into afterwards, or clothing that already had rips and tears.”

She holds up her hand. “If you enjoy yourself this time, then next time we can rip and cut your clothing off of you. Just get naked and sit on the bed.”

You nod. “Is there anything else?”

She shakes her head and holds up her tablet. “I just need to hit ‘purchase’ and process your card.” You take the card from your wallet and she taps it against her tablet.

She takes her cell phone and texts. There is a knock at the door. She opens it and a large man wearing a gimp mask silently walks in. She points over to you. “Slave. Secure the prisoner to the bed. I will return shortly.”

As you lie on the bed, you feel the padded cuffs put on your wrists and ankles. A blindfold is put on your eyes. The “slave” never said a word, and you heard the door open and close.

You hear boots walking on the stone floor. A crack echoes in the room. You think it might be a whip being cracked in the air. The sound excites you as you picture the Mistress wearing tall boots and tight latex in your mind. As she walks closer, you get so hard.

“So, my latest prisoner is excited to be in my presence.” You hear her voice say.

You try to think of dialogue from porn movies, but you only think of bad action and adventure movies. “You’ll never break me. I might be your prisoner but I’m free where it counts.”

You feel her breath on your ear.  “I don’t need to break you. I’m just going to use you until I’m tired of you. You are going to be my personal ‘fuck toy’.” She says in a soft seductive tone. “Mmmmm  Look at that. You seem excited by that thought.”

You hear the sound of her pulling on surgical gloves, then you hear the cap open on a bottle. Cold liquid drips along your hard shaft, then you feel her gloved hand firmly grip you and slowly stroke you. Up and down. The lube makes her hand feel so slick.

‘”Oh God that feels good.” You say as you try to reach down but you only move your wrists a little.

“Yes, you are my little ‘Fuck Toy’. Kept on the bed so I can use you any way I want.” She says in a louder tone

You feel so excited. You don’t know how long you are going to last.

She stops stroking you. Your hard cock thumps against your stomach.

You hear a zipper, then feel the bed move. Pleather clad knees are on both sides of your head and you smell the scent of wet cunt.

“You have been pretty vocal. Let’s see if we can put your mouth to a better use.” She says above you.

Damp, warm pussy lips are pressed against your mouth.  Hungrily you stick out your tongue to lick and taste her. “Yes. Look at that tongue. You are going to be my “Fuck Toy’. I’m going to use your mouth and your prick, and maybe even your ass.” She says in a commanding voice.

You try to reach for her thighs but pull against the restraints. She holds her pussy right above your mouth, rubbing her lips and clit against you.

You try to suck her clit.  You feel a playful slap across your face. “No. I control what you suck and what you lick.” She then pulls your hair. You feel the lube in your hair as she pulls firmly.  “If I want you to suck my clit, I will fuck your mouth with it. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress!” you say loudly.

“You are such a good little toy. I want to feel you inside of me.” She says in a more seductive tone. You feel her raise up off of you.

A moment later you feel paper towels wiping the lube off of your hard shaft. The rough texture is something you didn’t expect. A moment later, you feel her stand your cock up, and you feel a condom slowly roll down along it.

“Yes. You are perfect for riding now. And you can’t do a thing about it.”

You feel her sit on the bed.  It sounds like she is removing her boots. You nod and think that makes sense. Riding cowgirl or reverse cowgirl will be easier without the boots and will prevent from tearing the bed cover with the heels.

You feel the bed move as she is probably standing on it, and slowly lowering herself. She grabs your rubber-clad dick and slowly rubs her pussy lips along the shaft. Then you feel as she takes you deeper into her. Her pussy is so warm and wet. Even through the condom, you can feel the heat. She goes up and down multiple time until you are fully inside of her. “Oh GOD this feels so damn good.” You say as you start breathing harder. She rocks her pelvis back and forth, grinding her clit against you.

“Is my little Fuck Toy going to cum? I’m going to ride you until done with you.” She says leaning over you. You feel her pleather covered chest rubbing against yours.

“Damn it Heather, this is all I wanted. Why couldn’t you do this.” You say out of anger and sadness. You feel pleasure moving through you. You try to hump up against her but your ankle and wrist cuffs prevent you from doing it. You feel her breathing harder too as she rides you. Her pussy is pulsing around your cock. You explode and fill the condom.

Then you feel her climb off of you. You feel her unlock the restraints. You sit up and remove the blindfold. She has her thick bathrobe on again, but you see the tall boots on the floor.

“You have a few minutes left. Do you want me to probe your ass?” She asks very professionally.

You stand up and slowly get dressed.  “Not this time Mistress. That was amazing. That was everything I wanted.”

You see her walk over and move a curtain which reveals a sink attached to the wall and wash her hands. “You might want to come over here and wash yourself off before you leave.”

She points to a stack of wash clothes and small towels, right next to a hamper. You follow her, soap up a cloth and wash your soft dick so that it is nice and clean. She gives you another wet washcloth and says. “Here, you might want to use it in your hair. Sorry I got a little carried away.”

“No apologies. It was perfect.” You say as you wash the lube out of your hair.

The timer on her tablet goes off. She taps it to silence it.

“Heather really doesn’t know what she missed out on. But her loss is the Dungeon’s gain.” She says. “Would you like to schedule a follow-up for next week?”

You are a little shocked when she says Heather’s name, but you realize that you must have said it aloud when she was riding you. “You’re right, her loss is your gain. I will have to see my work schedule and see when I can take off.”

“We have a ‘lunch time special’. A 30-minute session for the price of a 20-minute. But that is only available Monday through Friday, from 11 o’clock to 1 o’clock. We can even work in a group rate, if you have friends that need fantasies fulfilled.”

You realize that you must be blushing when she mentioned the group rate, because she follows it up with “or if you just need time alone from the office, we are a great place to relax.”

“I will think about it, Mistress. Thank you for an amazing session. Is there a way to pay a tip directly to you?”

She smiles and shows you her Cash App number on her tablet.

You pull out your phone and make a quick transfer. In the notes you type. “Special clinic for emotional health”.

“It has been a pleasure to help fulfil your fantasy.” She says as she escorts you to the door.

“It is a pleasure to be here, Mistress.” You say and then leave.

As you drive home think about when you want to return. At a stop light you quickly email yourself a note, “Check work schedule for ‘lunch special’ next week.”

“No Heather doesn’t know what she missed out on.” You say as the light turns green.

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Empty House on Prom Night

 

You can’t believe it. You feel like just last week you were walking the kids to school. Holding the hands of your son and daughter as you crossed the neighborhood streets.

But standing in front of you is your son, a high school senior, wearing a tux. Your daughter is a sophomore, wearing a beautiful lilac dress that your wife helped pick.

You are taking photos with your phone as your wife keeps trying to make small adjustments to their outfits. Straightening a tie here, adjusting a flower there. They look so grown up.

A sedan pulls up and your daughter’s date gets out. He is a nice boy, who has been to the house before. When your daughter mentioned going to the prom, you really hadn’t thought about it. Her date looks good wearing his tux. You have him stand by your daughter and take a few photos. His cumberbun and tie are the same color as your daughter’s dress. They look cute.

“Dad, Mom said I should take your car.”

You are about to protest when you see your wife give you a slow nod from behind him.

“Oh. Ok. Remember to take it easy. If you want to pull the top down…”

“Yes Dad. I have helped you do it many times. I’m ready to go pick up Gwen. I should be home shortly after the dance ends.”

You give him the keys to your car, and he turns and hugs his mom. “Thanks Mom. See you later.”

Your daughter and her date get into his parent’s sedan and drive off. You slowly wave.

“So why did I give our son the convertible tonight?”

Your wife gives you a side hug. “Because it is a two-seater. If I let him have the SUV, then..” 

“He and Gwen would have used the backseat.” You give her a quick kiss.

Inside the house, you transfer the photos from your phone to your computer. Your wife leans on the desk, looking at them as you do. “They really look good.”

“Yeah. I wonder if I would have looked like that if I went to prom?” you say in an absentminded way.

“Wait a minute. You didn’t go to your prom either?” your wife says.

You look at her. “No. I wasn’t dating anyone back then, and I really didn’t dance much. What’s your excuse?”

She straightens up. “Pretty much the same. You didn’t know me before college, but I was a late bloomer.”

You stand up and hug her. “I’m happy that I have you regardless of when you bloomed.”

She gets a strange smile on her face. “We have the house all to ourselves for the next few hours.”

“Do you want to go upstairs?” You ask with a grin.

“No. Let’s dance instead.”

You look at her for a moment. “Are you sure? Just turn on some music and dance right here?”

She frowns for a moment. “Oh, never mind. It was just a crazy thought.”

You quickly take her hand and pull her to you. “No, my love. It is a beautiful thought. I don’t think we have time to dress up. But how about we imagine what the other would be wearing.”

“Can I put on some music first?” She asks.

“OK. Should I pour us some drinks?”

“Sure. As long as it isn’t that ginger ale with sherbet that they used to do at the school events.” She says going over to the sound system in the den.

“God. I had forgotten about that. What was it about ginger ale or lemon-lime soda in a punch-bowl with a block of sherbet in the middle? It wasn’t only the school events, but I remember church youth events doing that too.” You say as you mix a couple of rum and cokes. Heavy on the coke and light on the rum, just in case you have to drive anywhere later.

You hear one of your CDs. Music that was popular back when you were in school. Your wife is already slowly moving to the song. You hand her a drink. “Your refreshment, Madam.” You say in a formal tone.

She sips it. “Oh, you’re a naughty boy. You spiked my drink.” She says in a tone of mock horror.

“I thought that maybe it would help put you in the mood and I’d get lucky.” You say with a wink.

She sets it down on an end table and puts her arms around your neck. “You might not need it. I’m already in the mood.”

You set your glass down and put your hands on her waist. You both move gently to the music. 

Her body feels so good in your hands. “What color would you have worn?” you ask her.

She thinks for a second and then whispers “Pale blue like my panties.”

You close your eyes and picture her wearing a strapless, pale blue dress. “With or without the ruffled petticoat?”

She again leans into you and whispers “Without, to give you easier access when we sneak out of the dance.”

You hold her tight, as you dance to the music. The song ends and another begins. “What did you load on?” you ask.

“I picked Hughes movie soundtrack and put it on random.” She says with a soft sigh.

“You are such a clever minx.” You say. As you hold her body against yours, you start to get hard.

“Mmmmmm Someone is having fun. How do I look in the dress?”

“You look ravishing.” You say and then describe the form fitting, pale blue, strapless evening gown you are imagining her wearing.

“Mmmmm Strapless, so I don’t have a bra on? What kind of girl do you think I am?”
 “Maybe you have a strapless bra or bustier on under the dress?” you respond in a playful tone. “Is that the kind of girl you are?”

She thinks for a moment, and then gives you a wicked smile. “Back then I wouldn’t have had the guts to go strapless, but if it turns you on that much, maybe I should change for real?”

“Maybe we should sit out the next song, drink our drinks and get to know each other better?” You respond.

“Oh, but you are my date, and I already know you so well. You picked me up wearing a tux with a pale blue tie and cumberbun. My parents took pictures of us and we came here in your father’s convertible.” She says, explaining her fantasy.

You kiss her and hold her tightly. “Why don’t we just skip the rest of the dance and make love on the couch? We have the house to ourselves for a couple of hours still.”

She nods and kisses you.

You both finish your drinks as you move to the couch. The music is still playing as you slowly unbutton her spring frock that she has worn all day. Underneath you see a pale blue bra. “Matching bra and panties? How nice.” You say and kiss her. You undo her bra as you kiss down her neck. You feel her unzip your fly and opens your pants.

You continue kissing down her chest. “Your breasts have grown so nicely over the years.” You think back to how she looked before she had both kids. Her breasts were smaller, yet firmer.

“Do you still love them after all these years?” she asks with a sigh.

You cup both of them with your hands and roll her nipples with your fingertips. “They are so lovely and tasty looking.” You then lick around her right nipple and suck it firmly.

You feel her grip your firm shaft and stroke it.

Sucking her nipple harder, you also pull her left nipple, so she lets out a moan of pleasure. You release her left nipple and slide her dress off her shoulders.

She helps pull it down and then raises her hem up to her waist.

You stop sucking her nipple and look down at her panties, seeing a damp spot at the crotch. “I see that you are enjoying yourself too.” You say in a deep tone and then move down between her thighs. Her panties are not anything special or sexy, but just seeing how excited she is, turn you on even more.

Putting your hands under her legs, you kiss the inside of her right thigh. Softly kissing, then licking with the tip of your tongue and teasing her as you lick closer to the damp material. Using just the tip, you work your tongue up and down, moving the fabric so it rubs her wet pussy lips.

You slide the gusset aside as she spreads her legs wider. Slowly you lick up and down her wet pussy lips, licking around and between. She reaches down and puts her hands on your head. “A teen-aged boy wouldn’t know how to do that.” She says with a purr to her voice.

“Maybe there are advantages to being older.” You comment before you suck her clit. A maneuver you didn’t know about until you had been married for a few years.

“Mmmmmm Yes. Just like that.” She says holding on to your head.

“What don’t high-schoolers know how to do that?” you playfully say and then suck her again and hum so the vibrations from your mouth travel through her.

“Damn, my college…. boyfriend….. didn’t know….. how to do that.” She says gasping in pleasure, as you slide a couple of fingers into her wet and ready pussy.

Between the humming of your mouth, the suction on her clit, and the thrusting of your fingers, you bring her to a quick climax.

You remove your fingers from her, and suck the juices off of them. “Yes, a prom date probably wouldn’t have done that to you.”

She pulls you closer and kisses you. “Should I show you what I would have done to a prom date in the front seat of a car?”

She still has her dress on her waist as she pulls your pants and underwear off and has you sit. Your hard dick is standing in anticipation. She gets on her knees in front of you, grabs the shaft and starts licking around the tip.

You pat the empty spot on the couch next to you. “Shouldn’t you be here? In the passenger seat, leaning over me to do that?” You ask playfully.

She smiles up at you. “Of course. We are in your father’s convertible..” she gets up, kneels on the couch, and leans over your crotch. “The top is down, and anyone might catch us.”

You imagine the scene in your mind. OK, it’s your car, and it is the kind of thing the two of you did around the time the kids were born. But it is exciting to you just the same. Your cock is really hard just anticipating her wet, warm mouth.

“Mmmmmm, you like the idea of being caught here in the prom parking lot.” She says and starts licking and sucking you.

You place one hand on her head and slide the other one behind her and under her panties. As she licks, sucks, and strokes you, you slowly finger her ass crack and her slit.

“You are still so wet. I hear that good girls like you, want to remain pure for their future husbands, so you take it in the ass instead.” You say in a soft slow tone.

She takes you fully in her mouth. The tip of your cock feels her throat. “Damn…” you gasp.

She pulls you free and strokes it. “You are thinking of those girls who go to religious schools. They wear those plaid skirts and keep their pussies pure by doing anal. I go to public school.” She strokes you harder and then sucks your balls.

“Ohhh…. God… that feels…so good… but maybe…..I should…. be dating… one of them?” You try to say playfully.

She then sits up and straddles you, feeding your wet, lubed shaft into her waiting cunt.

“Don’t you want this instead?” she asks in an almost serious tone.

As she lowers herself on to you, she feels so good. You love when she rides you. Her breasts are rubbing against your shirt, so you pull it off and feel her soft, full tits rub across your bare chest.

You kiss her as she grinds against you. “You are my date… my love…. and always will be.”

She rides you harder and faster. You grip her ass cheeks as you try to thrust into her. “Yes… that’s it… Cum for me…. My prom date.” She says.

You try to thrust and hold it inside of her. You feel your cock unload inside of her. She then keeps rocking back and forth. “Give me a minute to finish too.”

You know how sensitive her nipples are, so you suck one, and pull the other. “Mmmmm….Ooooooo…Yessss…” she says as you feel her pussy pulsing around your softening dick.

You realize the music has stopped. You both kiss each other deeply and then hug tightly, feeling your hearts beating against each other.

“Do you think we should have gone to our proms?” You ask.

As she climbs off of you and gets fully undressed. “No. I think our fantasy prom is more than what we need.” She then kisses you on the cheek. She takes all of her clothes in her arm. “If you really want to fuck my ass, give me a little time to prep it. It’s been years since we last did that.” She smiles and winks.

You get up off the couch and realize that there are wet spots and cum drips. You pull up your pants and get some upholstery cleaner from the cleaning closet.

As you clean up the mess, your wife comes back wearing her bathrobe and nightie. “I forgot about that. I’m glad the kids didn’t come home and find stains on the couch.”

“Yeah. When I’m done, shall we watch a movie and have some ice cream?” You ask.

“Sure. I have just the perfect movie in mind.” She says with a wink and smile. You watch her walk over to the CD rack with all of the R-rated movies and grabs a raunchy “sex comedy”.

With the couch cushion all cleaned, you get up and kiss her on the cheek. “What will the kids think when they get home?”

“That they have weird parents who watch trashy movies together. Isn’t it what old married couples are supposed to do?” 
 “I don’t know. I’ll tell you when I feel like we are an old married couple.” You respond and get changed.

When your daughter gets home, she finds you both on the couch snuggled up to each other. “Gross. Get a room.” She says like a typically teen.

You kiss and continue holding each other.

You hear your car pull into the drive way and your son walks into the house. His tie is undone and his tux jacket is over his shoulder.

“Did you have a good time?” your wife asks.

He smiles. “I did. I’m tired. Can I tell you about it in the morning?”

“Of course. We’ll go to bed too.” You say, turning off the TV.

“Prom night is a special night.” Your wife says.

You grab and kiss her hand. “Yes it is.”

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The Space Freighter Libereco — Navs Goes Home — Part 4

 

You step onto the metroo platform from the tube. It had been a few jaros since you rode on one. You used to take them all the time, from city to city and posteno to posteno. You only packed a few items in an overnight bag. Helm grabs your hand as you look on your minividi to make sure you are headed to the right house. There is an armed soldato who asks for your identification before he lets you into the housing area. He checks your names against the guest roster. “Ms. Nancy Johnson and Mr. Mattew Holmes. Yes, both of you are expected.” He points to the map on your minividi. “Follow the directions. If you have any problems, contact the station.” He says as he transfers a link to you.

You nod “Thank you. We will.”

Earlier you sent a message to your parents confirming your arrival time. Your father was very insistent that both of you show up together. They way your parents sounded, you are surprised they didn’t have a terauto waiting at the gate to pick you up. Your father has one with an assigned driver, but they are for official use. This is a family affair.

As you walk through the housing area, you remember how all of these houses looked the same. You aren’t sure if your parents are in the same house they were in when you went to the Academy or if they have moved houses as per “needs of the floto”.

A few minutes later, you see his name on the front plaque. You squeeze Helm’s hand and kiss him. “Are you ready?”

“Let’s do this.” He responds as you walk up the sidewalk.

As you ring the buzzer, the door opens and your mother is there, hugging you and kissing you. “Oh, my baby girl. I am so happy to see you.” Still hugging you she pulls you into the house. Helm follows and closes the front door behind him.

She releases you and looks at Helm. “And you must be Mattew. The young man who my daughter loves so much.” Her tone is warm but there is a bit if a strain on her voice.

He extends his hand. “Yes, Ma’am. Navs, I mean Nancy, means the world to me. You should be proud of her and everything she has done out on the Rim.”

“And just what have she done out on the Rim?” A booming voice comes in before you see the man. The Komandanto walks into the foyer from what you think is the kitchen.

“Daddy” you scream and throw your arms around him. Instead of wearing his uniform, he is wearing exercise clothing. You hug him tightly.

He wraps his arms around you, and you can almost feel the smile on his face. “Awww there’s my katido.”

“Daddy, I have missed you and Mommy so much.” Even though you are in your 20’s and have been living a life away from them, the warmth of his embrace makes you feel like a little girl again.

“You are home now. How long can you stay?” He asks.

“Sir, we have to return to our ship tomorrow.” Helm says extending his hand.

While still holding you, you feel your father shake his hand.

“Why don’t we all sit at the table?” your mother says. “Are you hungry? We haven’t made tagmango, yet. I was going to do so after your father returned from working out.”

“I’ll skip my workout today.” He says as he guides you to the dining room table.

“Cookie made a good matenmango for us, but we could probably eat again.” Helm says politely.

“So who is this ‘Cookie’ and what have you been doing out on the rim?” your father asks.

The next couple of hours is spent telling about the various crew members and then your adventures. You explain to your father why Helm is wearing the bright red jumpsuit, and how you picked it out for him. Then Helm almost beams with pride when he explains how you identified and plotted the nav course to a planet almost covered with asteroids and wrecked ships, allowing the crew to safely land and deliver your cargo.

“All of that danger for livestock?” You mother comments as she sips a glass of iced tea.

You quickly respond, “On some of these newly terraformed planets, there isn’t any native livestock that survived the terraforming process, so we have to transport new animals for the colonists.”

Your father leans back in his chair and thinks for a moment. “I thought you were against forced removal and relocation of indigenous lifeforms. Isn’t that why you quit the service?”

“Daddy, I might not agree with changing planets, but once it is done, the people moving in need supplies. We are contracted to do some of that.”

Helm speaks up, “Sir, that is different than having the floto, come in and forcibly remove the early colonists and other native species so the UGA can send in who it deems as approved and appropriate.”

You can see the defensive look on your father’s face. “Well we don’t do that anymore. When we did it, it was all in the name of “Unification and Civilization”. It made the Core stronger and better for all.”

“I’m sure it did, sir.” Helm responds as he takes a drink of iced tea.

“Don’t either of you regret leaving the militservo? You both could have had fine careers.” Your father says going back to long discussed topics.

You place your hand on Helm’s. “Daddy, we are both happy. The Libereco does good work out on the Rim. You can’t change our minds, and hopefully you can be happy for us.”

You mother places her hand on your father’s in a similar gesture. “We are happy for you. Now, when can we start planning the wedding?”

The rest of the day is spent catching up with your parents. Helm takes your bags and sets them up in what will be your room for the night.

Your father isn’t happy about both of you sharing a bed, but you ask him what he would have done at your age. He laughs, hugs you, and then in a very military tone asks “Do you have proper contraception? Do you require use of the base pharmacy?”

You hug him tightly. “We are good on all of that, Daddy. Kurgio keeps us up to date on our shots. Both Helm, I mean Mattew, and I are taking birth control. I use it to regulate my cycles, as mom taught me. And he does it because he isn’t ready for children, yet.”

You help your mother make vespermango, and then everyone goes to bed early. Your father has to check in at his ship tomorrow, and you have to return to yours.

That night as you lie in Helm’s arms, you listen to his heartbeat. “Are you glad you met my parents?”

He kisses the top of your head and strokes your hair. “Yes. I’m glad we could talk about a few things and prevent any misunderstandings.”

You tighten your grip around his chest. “Good.” Then you pause for a moment. “So, when do you want me to meet your parents?”

He sighs. “Probably when I am back speaking with them.”

“Oh.” You quietly say. “I’m sorry about Mom’s talk of weddings.”

“It’s okay. Out on the Rim, I think of you already as my wife and mate.” He says and then pauses. “But if we spend more time in the Core, we should probably make it legal and official.”

You raise up your head and look at him in the darkness. “Do you really mean it? You want us to be married?”

He smiles up at you. “Of course. Don’t you?”

You snuggle back down on his chest. “Of course.” You say, though in reality you had never really thought about getting married to him, in a ceremony, with family and guests. It seems so old fashioned and traditional. “Let’s talk more about it in the morning.” You say and close your eyes. 

You feel his hand stroking your hair again. “Of course my love. Whatever you want.”

(We will stop the Adventures of the Crew of the Libereco, here for now. Maybe when I have some new ideas, I will return to them. I hope you have enjoyed it. If you did, leave me a comment. If you enjoy my writings, follow and subscribe. On Friday I will have a new story. We will be back to my smutty little stories. I have a new Couple’s take to start things. See you then.)