Co-workers - Chapter 1 - "Grabbing Lunch"

We have been co-workers for a while. From time to time our interactions are playful and flirtatious, but haven’t really gone too serious yet.

Today the weather is warm and you are wearing a thin sundress. You keep walking past my desk for various reasons. To get a book, to file papers, to get something off of the printer. Each time you do you bend over in an exaggerated manner showing me your breasts or ass.

As we get closer to lunch time you stop by my desk with a folder. “Here is something just for you. Make sure you look at it when no one is watching.” you say in a quiet low voice and slowly walk away swaying your curvy hips.

I open the folder and I find a pair of damp panties and a b&w photo of your bare pussy and ass. I close the folder and walk back to your desk "I think you should hold onto this until the end of the day" I say.

You stand and whisper in my ear “How about I take this back during lunch? I know where we can go.”

You grab my hand and start walking from the area. “We are heading off to lunch.” You say in a loud voice. You pull me to the elevators. “So where are we going?” I still have your folder in my hand. “You’ll see.”

You press button for the 2nd floor. “We aren’t leaving the building? Where are we going?” You grab my face and kiss me deeply. Your tongue probing my mouth.

The door opens, and you pull me towards the conference room area. There are multiple rooms. All are dark, and empty. “With everyone going to lunch, we will have about a half an hour before anyone comes down here.” You open a door, turn the lights on low and lock the door behind you. In the low light there a long table, surrounded by leather chairs.

You kiss me again passionately. You push me against the table and undo my belt and pants. You free my dick which is not hard yet. You slowly pull and stroke it “We don’t have a lot of time. I need you hard.” You say in a low seductive voice.

You kiss me deeper and stroke me harder. You move to your knees, licking the tip. Then suck it firmly. It feels good in your mouth.

Once I’m good and hard, you stand up, kiss me, and say “Lick my pussy.”

You lift your dress and sit your bare ass on the conference table. It’s cool on your skin. You have me on my knees with your legs spread and waiting.

I start to kiss your inner thigh slowly. You grab my head and pull my face to your damp pussy. “I normally want a lover to take their time, but we need to be faster, if we don’t want to get caught.”

You press my face against your wet pussy lips. I lick up and down. I use my fingers on the hood of your clit, then lick your sensitive parts. I suck your clit as I work two thick fingers in and out of your pussy. You free your breasts and pull your nipples. “God that feels good. I need you to fuck me.” You say.

I stand up and work my hard cock into your hungry pussy. You feel the tip slide in, then go deeper and then the thickest part of my cock opens you more.

You wrap you legs around me and hook your ankles.

I thrust harder, deeper. You feel my hard slick cock going in and out. You reach down, rub your clit, and pull the nipple hard with the other hand.

I continue fucking you and you are almost ready to cum. We hear voices from the room next door. I clamp my hand over your mouth. “Cum for me. People are returning from lunch.”

I feel you pull me deeper into you as your legs tighten around me. I keep fucking you. Sweat forms on my forehead, and I’m breathing harder. This helps and you rub your clit harder too.

I thrust and hold it. My cock pumps my cum into your pussy. I feel your pussy throb around my cock as you cum too.

You unhook your feet. I hand you your panties. You feel my cum drip onto them. You tuck your breasts back in and straighten your dress. After I buckle my belt, I unlock the door.

With your folder in my hand, my other one takes yours. We walk past people setting up for meetings.

We get to the elevator, you kiss me. “I hope you enjoyed your lunch, I know I did.” You say as we go back to the office.

(This is the first of my “Co-worker Stories”. I will post one a week for the next few weeks. If you enjoyed this; Like, Share, and Leave Me A Comment. If you enjoy my writings; Follow and Subscribe. This was a story that I published in my 3rd collection of stories, but I am updating and cleaning them up as I post them here.)

AAA Detective Story - Checking out the Surrealist - Part 2

 

With the sun low in the sky, the air was still hot and thick. Ken drives over to Bryce Gallery. It’s on the edge of downtown, in a building that used to house Bryce Paper Company. The company still owns it, but they build a new factory and warehouse, closer to the highway, and converted this place to a gallery so Missus Bryce could have a rotation of up and coming artists visit and sell their wares. The parking lot is about half full, so Ken parks his sedan and gets out. He pulls on his suit jacket and straightens his tie before he goes in. He is greeted by a blast of cold air. When they remodeled the building, they added an expensive heating and cooling system. It helps to keep the art from getting damaged by being too hot or too cold. Ken squares his shoulders in his jacket, happy now that he wore it.

He looks around and notices some of the wealthier families moving from painting to painting. Ken looks at a black and white one, near to him. It looks like someone took a paintbrush and made one long continuous scribble, covering the whole page. The small card next to it says “Trance”. Ken slowly shakes his head. He heard something about that, how some artists would either take drugs or put themselves into a trance and then paint whatever they saw. Some would later add different colors and textures but some, like this one would keep it true to what they “saw”.

He continues moving through the main room. There are lots of paintings that are just shapes and colors, giving the impression of something from a nightmare.

“So, what do you think, Mister Cooper?” A familiar voice says from behind him.

“Well Mister Huddler, or should I call you Theodore in this setting?”

“Theodore works fine here.” He responds extending his hand in a greeting while holding a champagne flute in the other.

Ken shakes his hand, “Then you should probably call me Ken. As for my thoughts, I don’t know yet.” He releases his grip and looks for the table with the champagne. “Let me get a drink and look at a few more pieces.”

Theodore nods and sips his glass. “The most interesting pieces are in the side gallery.” He slowly moves along, as Ken grabs a glass and follows.

“Ken, you were in Europe during the war. Did you have a chance visit any of the galleries?”
Ken sips his glass and walks beside Theodore. “In the “great galleries”? Not really, but I got to see a fair amount of art when we confiscated what the Fascists and Nazis had taken as loot. We also had to arrest some of our own guys who were trying to take ‘trophies’ back to the States.” He says in a matter of fact tone.

“I didn’t think that the Nazi’s liked ‘modern art’?” Theodore says with a mild tone of surprise.

“They didn’t. Officially they preferred “realism” and the “old masters”, but that was the Party line. That didn’t stop their officers from acquiring various pieces throughout Europe and holding on to them in private.”

“Fascinating. So what do you think of the surrealists?” He asks as they turn the corner to an alcove where more paintings are displayed.

“They are different. It still takes skill and….” Ken stops mid-sentence. The walls are filled with paintings of various sexual organs. There is a banana with its peel that’s a foreskin, peeled halfway down, facing an erect penis with its foreskin that is a banana peel peeled halfway down, facing each other like looking at each other through a twisted mirror. The small label reads “Circumcised Banana”. 

The painting next to it has a plate with an oyster shell on it, but in place if the oyster is a vulva with a visible clitoris at the top. It is titled “Vulva on the Half-shell, with Clitoris”

From there each piece is more bizarre and twisted. Breasts, Mouths, Penises, Scrotums, Vulvas, Labias, Rectums, and body parts that look sexual even though it is uncertain what they are.

“You were saying Ken?”

Ken sips his drink. “This takes skill, attention to detail, and imagination.”

“So you think he is good?” Theodore asks.

“I want to meet the man first. These are good, but there’s something that’s wrong.” Ken says.

“What do you mean?”

“Was he in the war? And for which side? What was done to him to bring out such a fascination for twisting and changing sex organs?” Ken says as he looks at another painting that is a mouth screaming, while unidentifiable holes are being filled from below. There isn’t a true body connecting the lower half to the mouth, just shades and colors giving the rest of the body vague shapes while the mouth and holes are given almost pornographic detail.

Ken hands Theodore his glass, “Please hold this for a moment.” He then takes his notepad from his pocket and his pen. He quickly writes down the names of the most graphic and disturbing pieces. Then he closes the book and takes back his glass.

“Theodore, what do you think about them?”

He smiles and points to “Circumcised Banana” “I was thinking of purchasing that one and putting it in Ramon’s apartment.”

Ken chuckles at that. “Ok. I’ll give you that. And if you really wanted to give a gift to the Missus, she or Hillary might enjoy ‘Vulva on the Half-Shell, with Clitoris’. But I would advise against getting some of these others. I feel like there is a lot of pain and trauma in some of them.”

They walk back into the main room, and Ken sees a extremely realistic painting of a lamp but in place of the light bulb is a fish that is glowing brightly. The title of it is “How many surrealists does it take to change a light bulb…” Ken smiles at the joke.

“Theodore, if you are buying these for friends and acquaintances, I like that one.” He says pointing to it. Theodore looks at it. “The detail is marvelous, and the colors are very realistic.” He then looks at the title card. “That’s clever too. Maybe if I like what you tell me about the artist, that might be your payment.”

Ken sets his empty glass down on a tray with other empties. He then writes the title of that one in his book too.

“Speaking of the artist, isn’t he supposed to show up and take questions?” Ken asks.

Theodore looks at his watch. “He should be here soon.”

At that, the large double doors at the end of the hall open and out walks a man in a white suit, flanked by a tall blond model wearing a vibrantly colored evening gown. The gown barely conceals her ample assets. Ken notices that the barely visible pink of her nipples is similar to one of the paintings that is all full round breasts with hard pink nipples. “Yes that must be his model.” Ken says in a low tone.

Trailing behind is a thinner woman wearing a very plain skirt and jacket. She closes the doors, following behind with a clip board and pen, then blending into the crowd. Ken make a quick note of her. “Manager, or assistant, maybe?” He writes down, and turns his attention to the artist.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, Mesdames et Messieurs, Señoras y Señores, Thank you for coming out tonight. I am happy to be in your beautiful city as I begin my tour of the United States.”

He moves to the center of the crowd, “Let me introduce, my inspiration and my Muse, Isabeau.” The curvy blond does her best to curtsy to the crowd while still keeping everything barely covered.

After the applause dies down, the artist motions to the crowd. “What questions do you have?”

A young man in a rumpled suit and pork-pie hat holds up his hand. “Messieur Pauline, I’m Zach Thompson, from the City Paper, how long before you and your collection go to the next city on your stop?”

“Mister Thompson, we will be here only a few days. Just long enough for people to see my art and maybe some of your wealthier citizens, to purchase some of it. Next question.”

An older gentlemen raises his voice “Speaking of cost, how much do you charge for some of these?”

“It depends, Sir. Some of them are one of a akind, and others I have painted multiples of, each one numbered and signed, but still original.”

The older man continues, “Well then for example, that one? How much is it?” he asks pointing to a piece that looks like bars of color raining down on broken landscape. Ken can’t read the title of it, but makes a note in his book.

“That, my good man, is one of five that I made. Each one of them goes for $500.”

There is a murmur moving through the crowd.

Ken raises his hand. “Mister Pauline, what inspired the works that you have in the alcove?”

He smiles, “Ah those. Well if you look at my lovely muse, you can see that Isabeau, inspired them.”

Ken cocks an eyebrow, “She was the model, but there is more to it than that.”

“Of course. I stared at her. Looking at every inch of her beautiful body, and was inspired. Can’t you see how every curve and angle fills you with desire and lust?”

Ken nods, and writes a few more notes then moves deeper into the crowd.

He sees the small brunette, who is taking notes. He walks closer to her but she looks up and then moves away.

“Ok. Not tonight, you’re working.” He says to himself, though still curious as to her identity.

After a number of questions, Charles Pauline says, “Ladies and Gentlemen, It is getting late and we will have the general public in tomorrow afternoon, so Lena will take down your information if you are interested in purchasing.”

The small brunette is now by the front door with her clip board still in hand. Ken writes down “Lena” and then puts a question mark next to it.

“So, Ken. What do you think of him?”

Ken puts away his notebook, and leans into Theodore, “The works are real, but I don’t think he’s the painter. Hold off on buying until I can check a few things out.”

Theodore straightens up. “Really? Should I…”

Ken shakes his head. “Let’s keep this quiet. It’s just a hunch. But there is something about ‘Monsieur Charles Pauline’ that’s just not right.”

(I hope you enjoyed Part 2 of “Checking out the Surrealist”. My plan is to do this in a few parts over the next couple of days. If you enjoy this; Leave me a Comment. If you enjoy my writings follow and subscribe. Come back for Part 3. Be Seeing you….)

AAA Detective Story - Checking out the Surrealist - Part 1

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Returning to the Dungeon

It’s been a couple of weeks since you went to the Dungeon. When you get home from work, you check the Dungeon’s schedule on your computer. You don’t want to take time off, like you did the first time, and Mistress Alanis’s offer of a “lunch time special” is tempting but you don’t want to go back to the office, smelling of sex or walking funny. You would rather be able to go straight home. That limits your options, if you want to stay with Mistress Alanis. There are other Mistresses and Masters who have that afternoon time spot open, but you don’t want to try someone else, not just yet. She seemed to understand what you were looking for.

Checking the schedule, you see that on Thursday this week, she has an hour open in her schedule in the afternoon. You take a moment and think about when you leave the office, travel time, possible traffic delays, and leave enough time to play. You click on the box and just reserve the bottom half of the hour. In the notes area, you type “I want to explore receiving anal, like we discussed. Some paddling, and use of a gag if you think it works for the “sex toy prisoner” fantasy. I will remember to wear old clothing for you to cut off. See you Thursday Afternoon.” You send it and your payment for the session in advance. That night you masturbate, imagining being tied up, your butt spanked, and a lubed finger working in and out of your helpless ass.

Thursday morning, after you dress for work, you pack a gym bag. In it you put a pair of old sweat pants, a stained t-shirt, a pair of drawers with holes in them, and a towel. If anyone asks, you can tell them that you are going to the gym and this is your workout bag.

As you get to the last half hour of the work day, you log off and tell your boss that you need to go and change for the gym. He looks up from his monitor, “Going to the gym? Good to hear. Workouts are good for your physical and mental health. If you need a workout buddy, tell me. My wife keeps asking me to start working out.”

A worried feeling comes over you for a moment. “A workout buddy? Ummm. I don’t know. I have a personal trainer I just started using.”

“Ok. Good for you. If your trainer has an opening for more clients tell me. What’s his name?”

“Her name is Alanis.” You say confidently.

“Oh, a female trainer. My wife wouldn’t agree to that.” He pauses for a moment “Is she good looking?”

You smile broadly “She is the kind of woman that men spend money to get extra time from her.” Then you wink and make an hourglass motion with your hands, like you have seen guys do in old movies.

Your boss lets out a slow whistle and shakes his head. “Nope. I’d rather be fat and married than have my wife leave me for that. Go enjoy your workout. Remember that the company health plan authorizes discounts on gym memberships. Ask your trainer if she takes our health insurance.”

You nod as you smile and leave his doorway. You chuckle to yourself as you head for the Men’s room to change. “I doubt Mistress Alanis would give me a discount because of our insurance plan. Worse, how would I tell the insurance company that I require weekly sessions with a professional Dominatrix for my mental and physical health?” You think to yourself as you undress, roll up your work clothes, and pull on your “workout” clothes. Checking your watch, you see you have about an hour to get over there.

Pulling into the parking lot, you check your watch again, you have plenty of time to enter. So, you grab your gym bag and walk up. The heavy wooden door still looks so imposing and dark as you approach. The dark weathered stone and the oak door with black iron hardware looks so scary, that even though you know what’s behind it, you feel a tingle of fear, which heightens your feeling of arousal too.

Stepping inside, the office decor, still strikes you as odd, but not unpleasant. The receptionist greets you, as she motions for you to sit on one of the chair lining the wall. “Sir, you are a bit early, so please wait. But before you sit down, may I please inspect your bag? It is just for the safety of the staff.”

You nod and step up to the desk, open the gym bag, and let her look inside. She asks you to unroll your clothing to ensure that there is nothing dangerous hidden. You do as she asks and joke “Wouldn’t a metal detector or x-ray machine be easier?”

She frowns, “Sir, how would that look if I had more security here than an airport?”

You think about it as you re-roll your clothing and put it back in the bag. “I understand. What should I do next time?” you ask, genuinely curious.

“Sir, many of our clients who choose to bring items into the rooms, use a bag that is clear and see-through. If you ask your Mistress, she might be able to suggest something, unless you wish to rent one of our storage lockers?”

“Storage lockers? Like at a gym?” You ask.

She nods and points to an unmarked door off to the right. “We offer rental lockers for our regular clients.”

You nod and sit down in one of the chairs along the wall. “That makes sense. Some people might have items that they don’t want to carry back and forth, or have in a see-through bag.”

“Yes, sir. Oh. There is a note on your account. Your Mistress, wants to verify that you came ready and don’t need prep time prior to your session.” She says pointing to her screen.

You tap your gym bag, “I’m ready. That’s why I have clothes to change into afterwards.”

She returns back to her screen. “Very good Sir. Please wait, and when it is your time, her assistant will come for you.”

You pull out your cell phone and play a game to help pass the time. You just now realized how this reception area reminds you of the waiting room of a doctor’s or dentist’s office. Including that faint smell of disinfectant and the hum of the air conditioner.

You completed a couple more levels on your flower-matching game when you feel a hand on your shoulder. You look up and see the man in the gimp outfit from last time. Silently he nods and motions for you to follow him. Grabbing your bag, you turn off your phone and follow. You go down the same hall as last time, but stop at a different door. He holds it open and motions for you to enter. This room is similar to the other one, in that you see the candles, iron sconces, and chains attached to the wall. In the center of the room is a massage table with padded cuffs at the corners and extended bars on two of the corners. You aren’t sure what they are for, but you don’t want to ask any questions. The Gimp motions for you to set your bag by the sink area and then lie face up on the table.

He secures your wrists and ankles, then puts a ball gag in your mouth. The whole time never saying a word. You feel the strength in his hands as he secures you, and are aroused as he makes you helpless. Then he leaves silently. This time you aren’t blindfolded so you look around.

The shadows caused by the candles, move against the walls. You realize just how dark it is and how deep the shadows really are. They could hide anything or anyone. You notice a couple of small tables with some items on them but you aren’t sure what they are because they are in the shadows.

The door opens and you hear the click of high heels on the stone floor. “So we have captured you again. Or maybe you want to be my prisoner…..used as my personal sex toy?”

She is wearing tall, black stiletto boots that go up to her thighs, along with black PVC corset and very short PVC skirt. She has a paddle in her hand and smacks her palm with it. As she stands there, silhouetted by the candle light, she is everything you have dreamed of. You feel your erection grow in your sweatpants.

She sets down the paddle and picks up a pair of scissors from a table. The silver glints and reflects the candlelight as she opens and closes them. Snip-Snip.

She gets really close to you, and slowly caresses your cheek with the blade of the closed scissors. “You have on entirely too much clothing. My toys should be naked and ready for me to use.” She says in a sultry tone.

You feel her pull the neck of your t-shirt away from your body as she opens the scissors and cuts right down the center of your shirt in a single motion. She places her hand on your chest. “Mmmmm Look at those nipples of yours. So hard. So excited. Maybe I should suck on them before I move down?”

You try to say something but the gag prevents you from making any other noises aside from grunts. She slowly licks around your left nipple and then you feel her suck it firmly. You’ve never had a woman do that to you before. It feels so different and exciting.

“I’ll save the other one for later.” She says as she picks the shears up again. Moving down to your sweatpants, she grabs the waist band and then cuts all the way down to your left ankle.

“Awww, you have on underwear. And look at that tent.” She says in a playful tone. She steps away and puts on a pair of surgical gloves. She returns with a bottle of lube. Pulling your cock through the fly, she drips lube on it and strokes it up and down. “Look how nice and hard you are. A perfect toy for me to use.” She strokes you slowly at first and then does a twisting-grip motion around the tip. You grunt in pleasure.

“This looks so tasty. But I think I want to see your ass first.” She says. She unclips the chains at your ankles and connects then to the upright bars at the corners, raising your legs up and forcing your ass to the edge of the table.

You feel the scissors slowly cut your underwear along the crack of your ass, leaving you open and exposed. “Mmmmm that is a sexy ass. Do you know what I do to sexy asses, Prisoner?”

You try to say “No Mistress, what?” but you make a muffled grunt.

You feel cold lube drip down the crack of your ass, and then a gloved hand rubbing it all around. “I need to check to make sure you aren’t hiding anything. An asshole is very pliant and stretchable. A prisoner could hide all sorts of things there.”

You feel the tip of her finger rub around your crinkled ring, and then open it. She slowly works it back and forth, going a little deeper each time. “Mmmmmm your asshole is so tight.”

As she goes deeper, your cock feels so hard against your bare stomach. “My-my, look how excited you are. I wonder what happens if I stroke you with one hand and finger you with the other?”

You feel a gloved grip your shaft as the finger of her other hand thrusts in and out of your lubed ass. She goes slowly, letting you feel texture of her gloved finger as it works your ass. Her other hand moves up and down your slick shaft in tempo.

This feels so good. You pull against the restraints so you can help, but the cuffs hold you firmly. “You are enjoying this, aren’t you. Should I just stroke my captive toy until you cum, or should I pleasure myself first?”

You try to say “Whatever you want, Mistress” but you just grunt and drool down your chin.

She has her finger all the way in your ass and starts to finger-fuck you faster. She keeps the same tempo stroking your hard cock.

“You are so slick, now. You won’t last long.” You hear her say in a seductive tone. You close your eyes and wish any of your previous girlfriends would have been this adventurous with you. Their faces flash before you, Heather, Traci, Jacki, and Jennifer, all of which thought that anal play was “dirty” or “gay”. You try to close your mouth around the ball gag, as you feel pleasure move though you, and you shoot cum on your stomach and chest.

She withdraws her finger and releases your shaft as cum continues to spurt and drip from the tip on to you. You hear her pull off the gloves and throw them away. She walks up to your head and removes the gag. “Mmmmm My little prisoner. You really enjoyed that.”

You stretch your mouth for a moment, as you realize how tight the muscles in your jaw got from you biting on the gag. “Yes, Mistress. That was amazing. Do you need me to lick your pussy, or do you want to ride me?” You ask.

She raises her skirt and shows you that she isn’t wearing panties. “That sounds so tempting but, we are out of time.”

She wipes her finger along her damp pussy lips and then rubs her wet finger along your lips. “Here is a taste of what you missed this time. Next time book the full hour.” She says with a wink.

You lick your lips and taste a hint of her flavor, reminding you of last time. “I will Mistress.”

She uncuffs you and then heads to the sink to wash up. You pull off the remnants of your clothes and walk over to your gym bag.

As she dries her hands, she says. “If you really want to get into anal play, do a little research and prep. Professionals modify their diets, take enemas prior to getting on camera, and make sure that they are clean inside. I know this was your first time, and I was gloved. But you might want to more thoroughly clean your ass if you want more than just a gloved finger in there.”

As you wipe the lube off your ass with your towel, you see a streak on it. “Oh. I’m sorry Mistress. I didn’t know. I’ll do better next time.”

She walks closer to you and kisses your cheek. “I know you will my little prisoner. Remember to be nice and clean and to schedule enough time for everything you want.” She pulls a thick cotton robe off the hanger on the wall and wraps it around her, hiding the sexy PVC outfit.

“I am learning so much from you. Thank you.” You say as you pull on your work clothes.

She smiles “It’s what you pay me for. See you next time.” And then she walks out of the room leaving the door open.

As you pull on your shoes, you think “Yes, I will see you next time.”

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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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