“Beautiful,” Sharon breathed as she pulled up her dress and settled against the little bench in front of her makeup table.
Gil didn’t mind seeing someone else sucking his boyfriend’s cock. He’d seen it before, but it was strange seeing it with a woman in the room. All the group sex that he and Adam had shared was strictly all male. Sharon had agreed to just watch, but he would have been happy to fuck her while Jimmy and Adam were otherwise occupied. But that would upset Adam. He liked to brag about how he was a gold-star gay.
Sharon was amazed at how large Adam’s cock grew. It was impossible for her to say, but her estimate was easily twice the size of her husband’s manhood. She licked her lips, hiked her dress over her hips, eased her panties off, and found the little silver vibrator she had left on the makeup table for just this moment.
“Sit down on the bed,” Gil said to Adam as he undressed.
“Why?”
“Because I want you to suck me while he sucks you.”
Adam bobbed his head. “Fair enough.” He repositioned himself as Gil had asked, and reached out for his boyfriend’s cock. Like so many things when it came to sex, Adam was good at it. Fucking or sucking or just having a large cock. Gil shuddered a little as Adam sucked better than he was receiving.
The sight of the three men in a tryst together had Sharon soaking the thin cushion on top of the bench. She lifted one leg, balanced her heel on the bench’s edge, and slipped the humming vibrator into her pussy. “Keep going,” she encouraged the men.
They didn’t hear her.
“I want you to fuck him,” Gil said to Jimmy.
The other man’s words were unexpected. Jimmy practically choked when he removed Adam’s cock from his mouth. “What?”
“Or did you want him to put his big cock in your ass?” Gil asked.
“Maybe I want to fuck his cute little ass,” Adam commented, backing off Gil’s cock.
Gil pulled him back. “Shut up and do what I say,” he grunted. Adam happily went along.
They moved entirely on the bed. Adam was on all fours, Gil kneeling in front of him, his cock still in the younger man’s mouth. Jimmy was kneeling behind Adam, not quite certain what to do. He had the box of condoms in one hand and the lube in the other.
“Protection first, then grease him up,” Gil instructed.
When Jimmy still didn’t move, Sharon took matters in hand. She grabbed the box out of his hand, opened a packet, and started rolling in onto her husband’s cock. “Make sure to use plenty of lube,” she unnecessarily advised him.
Jimmy nodded and added more lube to Adam’s ass then covered his own cock.
Sharon gave him a kiss before sitting back down on the bench. “Now put on a good show for me.”
It was the second time in just a few weeks that Jimmy would be fucking another man for his wife’s amusement—and for his own. He had to admit that to himself as well. It was strange, but they were now officially a strange couple.
“Do you need any help?” Sharon asking, seeing her husband hadn’t proceeded. Her vibrator was buzzing happily against her clit.
“No,” he insisted. “It’s just…I’m not comfortable doing it this way.” Gil looked at him. “I just want him in a different position,” he explained.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Adam complained. “Just fuckin’ stick it in me or move me around. I’m getting fuckin’ bored with this.”
“Shut up,” Gil said. Together he and Jimmy repositioned Adam on the bed, this time on his back with his body slightly twisted so he could continue to suck Gil’s cock while giving Jimmy the opportunity to fuck him.
Doing it a second time, even with a different man, was easier. Jimmy quickly figured out that Adam must have done this many times before, probably both with and without Gil, because the smaller man reached down to guide Jimmy’s cock into his ass.
“God yes,” Sharon exclaimed, though Jimmy was unsure if she was talking about him fucking Adam or if she had a little orgasm of her own.
“Good, huh?” Gil said to him as Jimmy started earnestly fucking Adam whose mouth was now full of Gil’s cock.
“Yeah,” he grunted.
Sharon made several noises from her perch on the bench. Jimmy knew she had just cum, but Gil looked over questioning what had happened.
“He’s got a beautiful cock,” Sharon said boldly as she stood up and pulled her dress up over her body. Jimmy paused and looked at his wife. She left on her bra and stockings, but her panties were gone. The humming of her vibrator was faintly audible but Jimmy didn’t see it. After a second he realized she must have slipped the little device well up into her pussy. “I’m sorry, but I can’t resist.” They were near enough the edge of the bed that Sharon could kneel on the floor and bend forward to get Adam’s cock in her mouth.
It was the most intimate act that had ever been performed on him by a woman. At first Adam didn’t fully realize what was going on. He was too preoccupied with Jimmy’s cock in his ass and Gil’s in his mouth.
Sharon had trouble wrapping her mouth around Adam’s large manhood, but she managed. He was still drooling precum and the flavor danced on her tongue. He was good and hard now. She judged from the throbbing that he was close to cumming, which only made sense. What man could resist two cocks and her talented attention?
Adam pulled Gil’s cock out of his mouth. “What the fuck? She’s blowing me?”
“Lay back and enjoy it,” Gil chuckled. “It looks like she knows what she’s doing.”
Glaring at his boyfriend, Adam decided that an objection at this point was wasted breath. He was nearly at the peak anyway. As he sucked on Gil, an evil smile formed on his lips. He was determined to cum and enjoy every bit of it. He started pumping his hips in time with Jimmy’s thrusts, all but shoving his cock down Sharon’s throat.
She managed to pull herself off his cock before he erupted. It was an eruption. She had never seen so much cum go flying out of a man’s cock. It was spurt after spurt, arcing up into the air and splashing down on Adam’s taut belly.
“Beautiful,” she breathed as she squeezed her thighs together, enjoying the thrum of the vibrator in her pussy.
Jimmy pulled his cock out of Adam’s ass, stripped off the condom, pumped himself a few times, and then shot his load onto Adam as well, combining their semen.
“Okay, I can’t not,” Sharon said, leaning forward and licking the thick, white droplets from Adam’s hairless skin. As she did that, Gil pulled his cock out of Adam’s mouth and finished on him as well with some of his load landing on Sharon’s face.
She dipped her fingers into the puddles on Adam and offered them to her husband. Jimmy sucked away the strange mélange of flavors and then kissed his wife on the cheek, tasting only Gil’s cum.
“I wouldn’t have this any other way.”
End
Rhette Is Red
Rhette had denied the kinky side of her desires for years, even denied them to herself. Seeking out a bit of private relief, she finds a man willing to give her what she wants. What follows in an adventure that Rhette never would have set herself on if she had known where it led…but she wouldn’t deny every thrill and kinky escapade along the way.
Desiring a good spanking is one thing, seeking it out is another.
Prologue
Rhette gripped the handles attached to the table and sucked in a deep breath as she tried to get control of herself. The pain wasn’t terrible but it was more than she had been expecting. Just as she got her breathing under control the paddle came down sharply across her buttocks and she let out her breath with a heaving sob. Tears burst out of her eyes and she lost what little control she had.
It was what they wanted.
“Beautiful.” The person speaking the word wasn’t Nick. It was a feminine voice and it purred as Rhette continued to cry, her tears and sobbing punctuated by the sound of nick swishing the paddle through the air.
Chapter One
“Do I need to remove…do I have to tak
e off…” Rhette found she was unable to actually ask the question which was stupid because she was paying for this and she was supposed to be in charge.
The tall man with a shock of dark hair that kept falling into his eyes grinned at her. “Take off whatever you feel comfortable removing,” he said. Nick. Nick was his name. Was it short for Nicholas? He was friendly, but that had to be part of the service, right? “I’ve done it with my clients wearing jeans and wearing nothing at all. It’s up to you.”
Client. She was a client.
Rhette wiggled out of her pants. They were a little too tight, but that was the problem with having a fat ass. While she told herself she needed to lose only twenty pounds to have a great body, it seemed every time she lost a tiny bit of weight, it came from everywhere but her ass. Nick said nothing as she undressed. He didn’t even comment on the thong she was wearing. Rhette didn’t wear thongs; she knew her ass was too big. But here she was in the very clean workshop of a man who offered BDSM services and equipment wearing a thong while he leered at her.
Except he wasn’t leering at her. He was politely waiting.
Why in the hell did she send him an email request? She knew why. She found his website because all things BDSM intrigued her and she quickly figured out that his workshop was less than an hour from her home. It was too much to resist.
The workshop smelled like freshly cut wood and leather and wood stain. She tried to push from her mind the idea that the smells reminded her of her father’s workshop attached to their house when she was growing up.
She had kicked off her shoes in order to get her pants off, leaving her in her socks and shirt. Feeling ridiculous with the socks, she pulled them off as well, tossing them on top of her pants. “Should I take off my shirt?” she asked.
Nick smiled and shrugged. “Whatever makes you the most comfortable.”
Her pink blouse was tight. She had gained a little weight since she had purchased it. Underneath the pink blouse she was wearing a black lace bra that was doing a good job of keeping her large tits under control. The bra and thong were a matching set, bought for just this special occasion. But the lace was definitely see-through which had excited her in the store, but now at the moment of truth, she was getting shy. What could Nick see?
She knew the answer was practically everything and still she took off her shirt. The buttons were already straining so it was easy to pop them open. Glancing down once, carefully dropping the shirt on top of the pants, she noted her nipples were clearly visible through the lace and were erect, making large dents in the material. The correct thing to feel was humiliation, but Rhette didn’t know what she thought.
Finding a bit of courage, she walked the few steps over to the bench Nick had indicated. The floor was cold; concrete with some sort of rubberized, non-skid surface. The bench was wooden, nothing more than a glorified sawhorse. But there was a nice pad made of leather that was soft to lean against. The bench took her weight and she found it surprisingly comfortable.
“Lean forward,” Nick instructed.
When she did her hands reached out for support and automatically grabbed a pair of handles placed for this awkward position she was placing herself in. Her ass was exposed. She was leaning forward. It was exciting and scary. The handles she was holding had thick metal rings embedded through the thick wood. She knew what the rings were there for, but they weren’t going to be used today.
“Comfortable?” Nick asked.
“Yes,” she replied automatically and then nervously laughed. “Well, as comfortable as I can be like this.”
“The height is adjustable. But try spreading your feet a little further apart.”
She did so and what little strain she had was eased even as the back of her thong disappeared between her buttocks. It was like she was naked. All but naked.
Not wanting things to proceed even though she wanted them to proceed, she delayed with conversation. “How much does this cost?” she asked running her hands over the handle grips and highly polished wood.
“Base cost is fifteen hundred dollars, but I’ve had custom orders go over three thousand.”
“Jesus!”
“People like their toys,” he commented. “Do you like it?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to try out the straps?” he asked.
It was why she had come to his workshop, but she still wanted to say no. “Yes.”
“I’ll start with something easy. The leather shop I work with does most of their business for horses. They’re actually a high-end tack and saddle shop. But they have a large side business with well…this.”
He brandished the implement in front of her. A wooden handle connected to a three-foot-long leather strap. On the wall not too far in front of her were other whips, quirts, canes, and more implements of torture and delight.
“The leather is soft and supple, wide enough for impact play without leaving welts. It won’t break the skin. Ready to try it out?”
Rhette couldn’t speak. Her mouth was dry. She wrapped her fingers around the grips and nodded her head. It was all she could do.
“Safe word is ‘red’,” Nick said, stepping back. “Or ‘safeword’. Or ‘snake.’ I’ve used all of them. Or you can just stand up and I’ll stop, okay?”
She nodded again, unwilling to let her voice betray her fear.
“Let’s begin,” he said.
There was no long pause, no warm up. There was just the whistle of the leather through the air and then a burning sensation across both cheeks of her ass. Rhette wanted to scream, but didn’t. She clamped her lips together and just made a quick moaning noise. Her body jerked and she savored the pain.
There was a long pause before the next blow. Was he waiting for a signal from her? Was he drawing out the moment to torment her? Was he letting the pain start throbbing from the one swat he had given her? Right as that happened he laid the leather strap across her ass a second time and she had the same reaction. Her body jerked. She stifled a scream. Her knees trembled a bit. “Jesus that’s good,” she whispered at the pain flared on her skin.
“My name’s not Jesus,” Nick said good-naturedly and right as she started to laugh, he lashed her again.
“Ooh!” This time her verbal reaction was clearly audible. She was certain her ass was either on fire or she had a third-degree sunburn. Nick laid down his tool and moved behind her. Rhette kept her eyes focused on the implements hanging from the wall, wondering which he would choose. The sound of him moving something large behind her came to her ears and then Nick walked into her line of sight carrying a large hand mirror.
She didn’t want to see herself because she was certain the tears that had started to squeeze out had ruined her makeup. But he didn’t make her look at her face; instead Nick expertly angled the mirror so that when she looked up into it, she saw herself gazing at a large free-standing mirror he had rolled behind her.
Rhette’s ass, in all of its large and curvy glory, had three large red stripes across it.
She wetted her lips with her tongue, her saliva having miraculously returned. “It’s beautiful,” she heard herself say and at the same time she wondered what was wrong with her. The black string on her thong wasn’t visible between her cheeks, but she saw where it split into a T and curved around her hips.
“You have lovely pale skin.”
“And a lot of freckles,” she said sourly,
“Not on your ass,” he replied. “That’s the conundrum for redheads, isn’t it? Perfectly pale skin so eager to freckle.”
Rhette glanced at her shoulders that were covered with permanent freckles even though it wasn’t even the start of summer yet. “Can you do more?” she asked him, not wanting to talk about her body.
“Can you take the pain?”
“Yes,” she said boldly.
“That’s why you see so many redheads in the BDSM scene,” he said as he put down the mirror and moved back behind her. “They can take the pain.” His arm moved fast a
nd another red stripe erupted on her ass. She gasped at the pain and felt herself getting wet between her legs. “I can’t tell you how many women I’ve seen with dyed red hair. They aren’t fooling anyone.” The fifth strike was right at the bottom of her ass, right at the top edge of her thighs. She gasped again.
The pain was lovely.
“More,” she begged, surprising both herself and Nick. Though Rhette couldn’t see it, Nick nodded once to himself and adjusted his shoulders. He’d gotten a good measure of her and now he’d see if she lived up to what she promised.
He let her have a quick succession of five blows with the strap. They came too quickly for Rhette to react individually to each one; she just stood there, bent over, mostly in shock, as Nick’s arm became a blur which turned her ass into a field of fire.
“Done,” he said when he had completed the five.
There was a pause between his word and the full effect of the five blows, and then pain hit her. She didn’t gasp in surprise or scream in pain. Instead, she just burst into tears.
Nick didn’t offer her any comfort. She didn’t want him to comfort her. She just wanted the pain and to enjoy it on her own. She was an independent woman who knew what she wanted; she just had trouble admitting it to someone else.
“More?” he asked.
Rhette straightened her back and shook her head slowly. “No. That was…that was lovely.” As she backed up from the spanking bench, she stumbled, her knees suddenly going weak but Nick caught her before she could fall to the floor.
“Thank you,” she said. She was gripping one of his forearms and one of his biceps. His muscles weren’t huge, but they were incredibly firm. Wetting her lips with her tongue she said, “I’m really horny right now. Would you—”
He cut her off before she could finish the question. “I’m sorry, but I can’t do that for you.”
With those words, she was both crushed, but figured he had to be gay. What man would spank a woman for money and then not want to fuck her? A gay man, obviously.
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