She laughed and started to say something, but he silenced her with a kiss. They started rolling around on the large bed, getting into position, playing with each other, trying to assert dominance. Rhette looked to Nick. His eyes were riveted to his wife as she prepared to fuck another man. His hand was on his cock, but not really because the cage prevented him from masturbating and from getting hard. Rhette almost felt sorry for him.
But she wasn’t limited like he was. She put her fingers to her pussy and gently massaged her flesh; she was dripping with anticipation. While it might have been her own juices, she was certain the Riordan had left some of his essence behind as well.
Eventually the two people in the room free to make their own sexual decisions settled down with Helena on top of Riordan and both of the holding his cock as she slowly slid down his hard pole. From her position Rhette got a perfect view of their bodies joining. For no reason what so ever, she was certain that Nick had witnessed this at least once before, probably many times before.
That made it better.
Porn was fine, not that Rhette watched a lot of it. A live sex show? That was something else entirely and she found it much more intense. They both made the usual noises and went through the motions. It wasn’t anything special other than the fact that Rhette got to witness it firsthand and, even better, it was being done by a woman cheating on her husband.
And for all Rhette knew, Riordan was also married to someone.
The sounds that Helena made when she came were beautiful. It took Riordan a little longer to get off, but eventually he came as well. Helena slumped off his body once he had completed.
Riordan looked at the two semi-bound submissives in the room and grinned at them like a wolf before looking back at Helena. “Did I give you a full cunt?”
“As always,” Helena said with an exhausted smile.
“Who do you want to clean your precious cunt?”
She hooked her fingers under his jaw and drew him down to her face for a kiss. “You choose,” she said after their lips parted.
“The girl,” he quickly decided. “I’ve seen Nick clean you out more than once. I crave the novel.”
Helena rolled to her back, bent and parted her knees, showing off her well-used pussy. “Elisabeth,” she called. “My pussy is a mess. You need to clean it with your mouth.”
It took Rhette a second to remember that Elisabeth was her pseudonym. It took her another second to realized she wouldn’t be able to properly perform cunnilingus on Helena with her head permanently tilted back, her braids tied into the rope attached to the anal hook that still followed the curve of her lower back and penetrated into her most secret part. She wasn’t sure if she could perform cunnilingus at all.
Nick came to her rescue…or her doom. It was one thing to have another woman lick her clean between the legs, but it was another to do it herself. He loosened her braids from the anal hook but didn’t remove it. He reattached the lines to her collar which gave her a much greater range of motion. Taking her hand, he brought her over to his wife where Rhette was expected to perform her first lesbian act in her life.
Rhette didn’t hesitate. She was more than happy to see where this adventure took her and didn’t care what anyone else thought of her after the fact. Helena looked at her expectantly between raised knees and smiled. That made it easier. Rhette lowered her face to Helena’s pussy, inhaled her scent, and licked Helena along the length of her pussy. She must have recently shaved her pussy because there was no stubble or resistance on her labia. It was a rather pleasant way to begin. Helena’s pussy opened like a flower and Rhette got to work. She knew how she liked her pussy to be eaten, so it was easy to apply that to Helena.
At first all she tasted was Helena’s pussy, but then the familiar flavor of semen infiltrated her mouth. It wasn’t bad at all tasting Riordan’s leavings and it was a unique way to help another woman clean up after sex. After having been the recipient of a similar cleaning just a few minutes earlier, it wasn’t hard to do. She had a template to follow.
The only thing she wasn’t sure of was if she should be cleaning Helena’s pussy or if she was supposed to be pleasuring her, so she did both.
“Your little bit of entertainment has a talent for eating cunt,” Riordan said to Helena while bending down to kiss her. Rhette flicked her eyes upward to see the overly familiar expression of affection between the two. Rhette couldn’t imagine kissing another man in front of her husband, but Helena apparently liked it. Or maybe she did it because Nick had some perverse desire to see his wife cheat on him. At this point Rhette would have believed anything.
“She does,” Helena moaned in agreement. “You should fuck her again.”
Riordan laughed. “I’ve come twice tonight. I’m spent.”
Helena tangled her fingers in Rhette’s thick red hair and pulled her face back from her pussy. “I deserve to cum again,” she said. “She’s going to make me cum. I’d have Nick fuck her, but his dick is useless.”
“You could free his cock,” Riordan pointed out.
That made Helena laugh and she pulled Rhette’s face back to her pussy where the redhead got back to work, this time focusing on Helena’s throbbing clit. She wanted the hook out of her ass and a cock in her pussy, but she knew that neither was going to happen any time soon.
When Helena arched her back and cried out, Rhette smiled to herself. It was the first time she had made a woman cum. She was certain it wouldn’t be the last.
Chapter Nine
Rhette woke up early Saturday morning to the gentle vibration of her phone. Her body was sore and she was exhausted. She didn’t want to get up and didn’t need to get up and her phone was ruining that.
But it could be her mother. Or her aunt. Or one of a handful of cousins. It seemed like there was always someone in her family who was in the middle of a crisis.
I’d love to come over and see you today
The text was from Jordan. Naturally. She didn’t want to reply but her natural instinct was to at least acknowledge that she had seen the text.
“Jesus,” she muttered. “I don’t need this shit this early in the morning.” Before tapping out a reply she glanced at the time. 10:48am. Okay. Maybe it wasn’t that early.
Tired. Sore. Exhausted. She wasn’t up to elaborate texts at the moment.
Too much partying last night?
She had told Jordan that she wasn’t available for a Friday night date because she had an obligation to her dom. It was strange revealing this hidden bit of her life to a man she was considering calling her boyfriend, but if she couldn’t be honest with him, what was the point of even trying to have a relationship?
Even though he had woken her up and she had participated in all manner of debauchery the night before, Rhette was still a bit horny. She couldn’t resist sending back a blunt note.
The put an anal hook in me, whipped my ass, I got fucked by a stranger, and went down on a girl. I’m spent.
She had decided that if he couldn’t deal with her kinks, she didn’t want him around.
Sounds hot. Want me to bring over OJ and bagels? You like board games?
Not having to make breakfast was appealing. Having brunch served to her was even better.
I’m waiting.
Rhette had managed to drag herself from bed and take a shower before Jordan arrived. In order to dissuade him from any ideas of sexual congress, Rhette had dressed herself in loose fitting sweatpants and an old t-shirt, underneath which she had a camisole and plain white cotton panties. She pulled her hair back into a simple, loose ponytail. It was as far from sexy as she could imagine. Right before she answered the door to let Jordan in, she caught the image of herself in the mirror.
“Jumping Jesus on a pogo stick.”
Maybe it wasn’t going out on the town elegant and sexy, but she could see a certain attractiveness to herself, something she had never really seen in herself because she was too fat. There was the possibility, she conceded, that there was
more than one type of woman that was pretty and desirable.
“My ass is too sore. I’m not going to fuck him today.”
The bagels Jordan brought were warm and the orange juice was just the right mix of sweet and tart. Coffee would have been better, but he didn’t offer it and she didn’t ask. They lounged on her couch and ate. When the small talk ran out, Rhette attacked the elephant in the room head on.
“I’m not going to fuck you today; my ass is too sore.”
He looked at her blankly for a long moment. “Is it?” he asked.
“Yes. It is. Nick took me to a party, stripped me, whipped me, put a large steel hook in my ass, and then watched as another man fucked me.”
Jordan didn’t know what to say. We chewed the bagel in his mouth and then swallowed. “Did you like all of that?” he asked calmly.
“I did.” It was easy to admit because it was the truth. If Jordan couldn’t accept that truth, she’d have to cut him out of her life.
“That would explain why you don’t want to be fucked today.”
She sized him up. “Aren’t you jealous?” she asked him.
“I’m sorry I missed it,” he said. “It sounds exciting.”
“Would you like to watch while another man fucks me?”
“I wouldn’t mind it.”
Rhette was sure he was lying. “Maybe I’ll let you join us some time.”
“I’d like that,” he replied.
She sniffed at him. “If you want to be my boyfriend, you’ll have to learn to give me a good spanking. That’s what I need in my life.”
For just a second his pupils dilated in excitement and a flush passed over his face. “Are we headed down that path?” he asked. “Are we supposed to be romantic partners or are we just convenient hookups?”
“Which do you want?” she asked.
“Which do you want?” he countered.
“I don’t know what I want,” she blurted out, tears brimming in her eyes. Her emotions were getting the best of her.
“I could certainly learn to give you a proper spanking,” he ventured. “But to watch you fuck someone else…”
“Can’t take it? Too much for you?” she demanded, wiping away the tears. “That’s who I am. I’m a debauched slut who only likes kinky sex and I’ll never be true to one man. That’s why we can only be friends with benefits, never romantic partners.”
The silence hung between them far longer than either of them found comfortable.
“I…that’s…” Jordan didn’t know what to say.
“Ask for what you want,” said Rhette, finding her boldness again. “I can only say yes or no.”
He cleared his throat. “Fine then. Can I have a blowjob?”
It wasn’t what she was expecting him to say or ask. “What?” she asked uncertainly.
“Can I have a blowjob?” he repeated. “You said you didn’t want to have sex, and I’m guessing that means both from the front or back. I’m sure the anal hook hurt your ass and the guy you fucked was probably huge, so your pussy is still sore, so why not a blowjob?”
“I didn’t fuck him.”
“What?” Jordan scoffed. “Two minutes ago you told me you fucked a stranger.”
“He fucked me. I didn’t fuck him.”
“There’s a difference?”
“An important difference.”
“I’d still like a blowjob,” he said.
Rhette didn’t know what to say. Was he just horny and wanted sex in some way, anyway? Was he giving into the idea that she could never be happy with just one man and needed to have her kinky desires pandered to at every turn? Was he going to be happy to have to spank and whip her when she felt the need? She hoped the answers were yes.
“Fine then, I can give you a blowjob,” she agreed. “It’s the easiest thing in the world. Every girl who wants to be happy in the world learns to give a good blowjob in high school.”
Carefully pivoting from her position on the couch, she went down on her knees in front of Jordan where he sat leaning back on the couch.
It was easy to pop open his pants and pull out his cock. He wasn’t rock hard, but was hard enough. She wrapped her lips around his erection, tasting the precum already leaking out, hooking her lips over the edge of his glans. He must have showered that morning because she smelled soap clinging to his skin, but it was mixed with a musky, masculine smell that was overpowering. Giving head was, in many ways, more intimate than actual sex. To take a man’s cock into her mouth, to possess his manhood in an organ that could be tender or could rend flesh, was chilling and exciting.
She sucked and licked with enthusiasm. His balls tightened to his body, but she kept them in hand, to control his cock and to massage them to give him greater pleasure. Maybe she was servicing him, but he was exposing himself to her completely.
Fellatio was safe for young lovers because there was no chance of pregnancy. Giving head made her feel younger. Fellatio was also extraordinarily dangerous for young lovers because it led to other things. Sucking off Jordan at this moment was somehow sealing a deal that neither was ready for.
When he came, he flooded her mouth with his semen. It was salty and sweet at the same time. She eagerly swallowed his load and he immediately filled her mouth a second and a third time. Before swallowing the last drops, she opened her mouth and displayed his cum on her tongue to Jordan, then closed her lips again and audibly swallowed.
“Is that what you were looking for?” she asked him.
“Yes,” he sighed deeply. “Exactly what I was looking for. It’s been a while since I had a blowjob like that.”
“High school has been a few years for me as well,” she replied and got unsteadily to her knees. There was a glass of orange juice on the floor and she picked it up, quickly drank down the contents, and handed him the empty glass. “A refill?” she asked, walking away. The carton was only a few feet away; she could have served herself, but that was not the point.
“You have a beautiful ass,” he told her.
She looked over her shoulder at him as he struggled off the couch and poured the juice for her.
While she was certain her ass was far too big to appeal to most men, Nick obviously enjoyed spanking her and Jordan was so enamored of her that a few extra pounds didn’t bother him at all.
“You’re a lovely liar,” she said, but continued to walk away, wiggling her ass more than necessary.
Jordan didn’t know what to think, but he was more intrigued at every turn by Rhette.
Chapter Ten
Nick ran his hand over her bare ass and Rhette sighed contentedly. She was leaning on the familiar spanking bench and was ready for her treatment from Nick. Helena wasn’t around, but Rhette was fine with that. She just needed a good firm spanking, then she’d get herself off, and then she’d call Jordan. Maybe he’d want another date. She was always in the mood for more sex after being spanked. If only he could do it as well as Nick, or if Nick’s cock wasn’t locked away from her touch. Anyone could see that the married couple didn’t care if they had sex with someone else. She wasn’t intimately familiar with the details of their marriage, but she had a good idea.
Would Helena be offended if she asked if it was okay to fuck Nick. Helena would have to provide the key, of course, and maybe she’d want to watch…
“Your skin is starting to toughen, to leather,” Nick said as he lifted up his hand. She braced herself for an impact, but realized he was choosing a tool from the rack, making her wait.
“Is that bad?” she asked.
Nick shrugged. “It happens. There’s no way around it. You keep getting spanked and whipped on your ass long enough, you’ll toughen up.”
“What…what’s going to happen?” she asked nervously. This wasn’t part of her plan. She hadn’t anticipated this at all. It couldn’t be that bad because he wasn’t worried and who really got to see her ass besides Nick and Helena? Jordan, sure. Other lovers, of which there were none at the moment…except for the strange
r who fucked her at the party. Riordan. That was his name. And all the strangers at the party got to see her ass as well. After a moment’s reflection it occurred to Rhette that quite a few people had seen her bare ass—and other bits as well—lately.
“The skin will feel tougher. You’ll be able to take a spanking and whipping longer and harder. You won’t pink up so easily. You won’t bruise so easily…unless you use the hot and cold compresses. But you never seemed to into the bruising. You were more about the sensation.”
“That’s right,” she nodded eagerly. “Is it going to make me less sensitive?”
He nodded and selected a new spanking tool from the rack and smiled sadly at her. “A little. But you’ll get to enjoy having longer sessions. You’ll be able to get your ass nice and bright red, if you like that.” He paused and turned the tool over and over in his hands. It was a slightly flexible leather paddle with no holes. It was three inches wide and was flexible enough to scare her. She pressed her thighs together in anticipation of the pain to come. When she did so, she could feel her pussy was oozing wetness.
“I guess I’ll have to live with it,” she said boldly.
Nick nodded and moved behind her. “Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to leave on your thong?” he asked.
“Oh shit. I forgot,” she laughed and briefly considered leaving her tiny panties on, but she wanted to feel the full effect of the paddle that Nick had selected for her. Shrugging to herself, she eased her panties down to mid-thigh and resumed her bent over position, ass up and ready for abuse.
Stepping to her side and slightly behind her Nick measured the distance of his swing and rested the paddle again her bulbous buttocks. She felt the coolness of the leather and smiled broadly to herself. The pain was going to come and she was going to cry and she was going to cum.
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