by D. L. Savage
“Why thank you very much,” Lisa said as she took a pink cocktail from his tray.
I did the same and so did Joanie, emptying his tray, and I could tell that she was checking this hot hunk out, her eyes flitting down over his body, her mouth opening a little and that telltale blush appearing on her cheeks.
“My, aren’t you a big boy,” Lisa added, and we watched in disbelief as she actually reached out and wrapped her free hand around his cock, stroking his thick shaft as if assessing it. “Is he bigger than Dave, Joanie?” she said with a wicked smile, still working her fingers up and down our waiter’s dick – but he didn’t seem to mind in the slightest, his eyes closing as he enjoyed the attention Lisa was paying to his dick.
“Lisa!” Joanie giggled, totally embarrassed.
“I bet he is,” Lisa continued. “I bet you’d just love to take a cock this big, wouldn’t you, sis? Come on, give him a little stroke, see what you’re missing out on!”
“Lise!” Joanie laughed, shaking her head. “I’m married.”
I felt a flash of relief as Joanie said that, my worries that she’d actually done anything other than look at this club quickly evaporating. But even as my mood was changing, Lisa continued, urging, “Oh come on, just touch him, Joanie. Touching isn’t cheating, is it Davina?”
Both women turned to look at me, and I locked eyes with Lisa – her expression daring me to disagree with her.
But what could I do?
I just smiled and shook my head.
“Davina here has a boyfriend, and she’s going to stroke his cock, aren’t you, honey?” Lisa continued, still locking eyes with me.
I nodded, feeling my heart begin to pound as I reached out a shaky hand and tentatively took hold of our waiter’s cock, just as my cruel mistress instructed.
It was such a strange sensation. I’d held my own dick thousands of times, but touching another guy’s was totally different. I could feel his hardness, and as I slowly began to stroke him, I could even feel the soft pulse of his heartbeat, throbbing up through his cock. I had to admit, it felt good and I found myself getting a little carried away, letting my eager fingers even slip further back to take hold of his big meaty balls for a moment, cupping them in my palm and jiggling them a little.
“See!” Lisa laughed. “Davina here just loves cock. Come on, Joanie. Give him a little stroke.”
“Oh, alright,” Joanie relented, her face trying to suppress a fit of shy giggles as she too reached out and began to stroke that big hard dick.
I wondered what she was thinking as I watched her begin to jack him off, shyly at first and then, just like me, with more and more enthusiasm as she got into it. I watched her wedding ring glittering on her finger as her hand pumped his meaty cock faster and faster, the waiter beginning to softly groan as she worked him up more and more, the empty tray falling by his side and his oiled body tensing.
“Oh my!” Lisa laughed. “He looks like he’s about to cum! Now, it’d be a waste to let him blow his load on the floor, wouldn’t it. Take it in your mouth, Joanie!”
“Lisa!” Joanie giggled. “I can’t!”
“Well in that case,” Lisa laughed, falling to her knees and eagerly wrapping her lips around his dick.
I watched transfixed, as Lisa began to suck him while Joanie continued to pump his shaft faster and faster with her hand. He let out a long groan and his legs trembled a little, and from the stifled groan that Lisa made all of a sudden I just knew that he was cumming – cumming right in her mouth.
Lisa continued sucking for a while, before eventually pulling her mouth away from his glistening, half-hard cock, gulping and then pushing herself back to her feet, a big wicked grin now etched on her face.
“Good job!” Lisa laughed, high-fiving her sister.
“Whew! That was intense!” Joanie laughed, before taking a sip of her cocktail and fluttering her other hand in front of her face to cool down.
“Look at little Davina,” Lisa cooed. “From the look on her face, it seems like our little show has got her panties wet. I think we need to find her a cock, too.”
I felt my face flush, and my heartbeat increase. Because if Lisa asked me to do something more, I’d have to. But could I really go through with that? Could I really suck another guy’s dick? Sure it looked hot, but what would that make me? And could I really live with myself afterwards?
“Miss Anderson?” a voice said from over Lisa’s shoulder just then.
“That’s me,” Lisa said, as all of us turned to face a smartly dressed, redheaded young woman with a clipboard, who looked more at home on the reception desk of some fancy restaurant than at a place like this.
“A pleasure booth has just become free, if you would like to move your booking forward by an hour?”
A pleasure booth?! I thought, puzzled.
“Oh awesome!” Lisa grinned. “We’ll take it.”
“Wait, Lise,” Joanie hissed, grabbing her sister by the arm. “What’s all this? You didn’t tell me we’d be doing that ...”
“Come on, sis,” Lisa grinned, “I thought I’d treat us. It’s on me. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. But at least come with? You can just watch if you want.”
I watched Joanie’s face wrestle with the idea. Maybe she already felt guilty about jacking off that complete stranger. But after taking another long sip of her cocktail, she broke into another shy smile and giggled, “Okay!”
And so, just like that, the smartly dressed hostess led the three of us off towards the side of the main room, and through a door, into a darkly lit corridor – with doors on either side. The doors had no windows, just soft purple lights glowing above them, which I guessed signal that they were occupied. She led us to a door where the light was switched off, then pushed it open.
“You have one hour, ladies,” she said with a polite smile. “Enjoy yourselves.”
“Oh, we will!” Lisa laughed, as she took each of us by the hand and led us eagerly into the room ...
11
As the door closed behind us, I looked around the room – which seemed kitted out a little like one of those private karaoke booths. Soft purple lighting, plush leather seating around three walls, a coffee table in one corner with a leather-bound menu of some kind, and on the wall, a pink telephone.
I watched as Lisa excitedly grabbed the menu and began leafing through, a naughty smile spreading across her face.
“Come on, girls!” she laughed. “Help me choose!”
We all took a seat, Joanie and I either side of her, both of us watching transfixed as she flipped the pages of the menu. On each page there was a photograph of a guy – a naked guy – just as handsome and hunky as the waiters back in the main club area, and next to him was printed his name and a list of statistics.
She flipped the page to a photo of a lean, athletic blonde guy, his body oiled, his cock half hard, hanging meatily between his muscular thighs. Travis. Age: 23. Height: 6’2”. Cock: 7”. This sporty guy has stamina and can go for HOURS. He’ll leave you gasping for more. So if you want to be taken rough and hard, Travis is your guy.
She flipped the page again, onto a photo of a dark-haired muscular man with a thicker set body and slightly smaller dick, yet still way bigger than mine. Michael. Age: 26. Height: 5’11”. Cock: 6”. Obedient and horny, treat Michael as your toy. He’ll do WHATEVER you say. Expert at pussy eating, rimming, and for all you cum lovers out there, this boy gushes like a fountain!
She flipped the page again, onto a photo of a big black guy with a cock so long it almost looked fake. Danny. Age: 25. Height: 6’4”. Cock: 9 ½”. This hung stallion will take you to places you never dreamed of. Perfect for size queens and all those wanting to try something new.
“Oh my god, I can’t choose!” Lisa giggled, as she flipped excitedly through the pages. “They all sound amazing.”
As it slowly dawned on me just what we were doing, I felt my body charging both with excitement and also total dread. Sure, I’d st
roked a guy’s dick back there, but this was taking things to a whole new level.
“Which one do you like, Joanie?” she asked, and I watched as Joanie shrugged embarrassed, yet chewing her lip in that way I knew so well, a little indicator that suggested she did like one of them in particular.
“Come on, spit it out,” Lisa teased, digging her in the ribs. “You don’t have to do anything with him, but if there’s one you like you should just say ...”
“Okay, okay!” Joanie giggled. “This one then ...”
She flipped the pages back to Danny, the black guy with the huge cock, in other words the exact opposite of me. I felt myself wrangling with so many conflicting emotions and feelings in that moment: anger, shame, jealousy, but also total horniness too, both at the idea of watching my wife with some hung black stud, and also at the idea of toying with him myself ...
“What do you say, Davina?” Lisa teased, again fixing me with that wicked glint in her eye. “Shall we get Danny in here with us? I know I could sure use a piece of him ...”
The two women were both looking at me now, and I felt myself smiling and nodding, as my heart boomed in my chest and my nerves crackled with fire, unable to believe that this was really happening.
“Awesome!” Lisa said, pushing herself up from the couch and rushing over to the phone, pulling the receiver from the cradle and saying, “Hello? Yes, we’ve made our decision. Danny please.”
She hung up the phone, then turned to us and announced, “He’ll be here right away.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Joanie murmured to herself, shaking her head, obviously wrestling with her own emotions, clearly excited but also conflicted, too. And as she put her hand to her face, which was something she often did when she was nervous, again I found my eye drawn to the wedding ring, glittering on her finger.
“Just relax and enjoy yourself, sis,” Lisa assured her. “These guys are here for our pleasure, remember? We can take things at our own pace – do as little, or as much as we want ...”
Just then, the door to our booth opened and in walked Danny, looking even taller and more muscular than his photo, dressed in a pair of tight black trunks that showed off an impressive bulge, his black skin oiled, his handsome face breaking out into a warm smile as he set eyes on us, closing the door behind him and then strutting confidently into the middle of the booth.
“Well, ladies,” he said in a low, manly voice. “I’m all yours for the next hour ...”
We were all sitting in a row on the soft leather seating, and as Lisa beckoned him over to us with her finger, I could feel my hard cock straining in my panties, throbbing against my belly. I wondered if Lisa and Joanie’s pussies were getting wet too, if their clits were throbbing and aching, the way my dick was right now at the sight of this oiled up hunk.
It was so crazy. Until that night, I’d never been turned on by guys before. But now? Dressed like this in my slutty, sissy clothes, all made up and horny as hell, this tall oiled black guy was the most perfect thing I’d ever seen, and I found myself longing to touch him, to run my fingers over his perfect chiselled body.
Lisa must have been feeling the same way, because the very second he joined us she began running her hands over his taut, washboard abs and thick, muscular thighs, her fingers getting ever closer to the huge meaty bulge in his tight black trunks.
“My my, what have we here,” she cooed, finally letting her fingers run down, right over the outline of his cock. “Come a little closer, honey ...”
Danny did just as she instructed, stepping right towards us as Lisa began to tease his trunks downward, first uncovering the cropped black fuzz of his pubic hair and then, very slowly, the long black meat of his cock, flopping free as she tugged his shorts right down his thighs. He kicked them off, his cock swinging a little in the process, still only half hard but already so fucking thick and long, way bigger than my own at full mast.
“Oh my God!” Joanie giggled, covering her mouth with her hand and turning away in embarrassment for a moment. But a second later she turned back, as if unable to pull her eyes away from his monster dick.
“Now that’s what I call a cock,” Lisa purred, slipping her hand right between his thighs then pulling it back again, her fingers raking over his large full shaven balls before they wrapped around his dick, which was growing longer and harder by the second. “So?” she asked, turning to look at each of us in turn. “Who wants to go first?”
“I’m just gonna watch for now,” Joanie whispered.
“Okay then,” Lisa smiled, “in that case, I think it’s Davina’s turn! Davina here just loves sucking dick, don’t you?”
Her dark eyes twinkled teasingly at me as she spoke, and I remembered her rules for tonight. I had to do everything she said.
I nodded, my whole body trembling as I leant forward, my own pathetic prick throbbing hard against my belly as Lisa guided his semi-hard monster towards my mouth. I parted my lips as wide as they’d go, closing my eyes as I felt the silky head of his cock glide against my tongue, and as I wrapped my lips around his shaft and began to suck, I felt him growing harder in my mouth, until his cock was stretching my lips wide, and my jaw was straining.
“That’s it, honey,” Lisa cooed in my ear, “you get that dick nice and hard for us ...”
I even felt her hand on the back of my head, urging me further onto it, until I could feel his cock nudging right against my tonsils. I pulled away, gagging and spluttering, the dick flopping out of my mouth, leaving a strand of glistening saliva dangling from my lower lip as I gasped for air.
But a second later, I wanted more.
I reached out eagerly now, taking the shaft in my trembling hand as again I took him in my mouth, my other hand cupping those full round balls in my palm as I began to suck, bobbing my head, my back arched, my own dick throbbing and aching between my spread thighs, feeling the strap of the thong brushing lightly against my asshole as I went to town on his cock, bathing it in sloppy sucks and kisses, bobbing my head faster and faster in a steady rhythm, totally lost in the moment, surprised at just how good, how right it felt to have my mouth filled up by his big black meat.
I heard him groan, and I felt a shiver of pride and pleasure.
“Wow, you really do like that, don’t you?” Lisa teased in my ear, and I nodded my head as I continued to suck, not wanting to stop now, just wanting this to go on forever.
“Is that big black dick making your panties wet?” she asked, and again I nodded my head, feeling like if I just kept going, I might even cum from pleasure myself!
But all of a sudden, I heard Lisa saying, “woah, woah, slow down, girl! We don’t want him to blow his load just yet!”
And sadly I pulled my mouth away, my heart pounding and my whole body trembling as I opened my eyes again, gazing hungrily at Danny’s cock, which was now rock hard, jutting upward in an impressive curve, ridged with veins and totally shiny wet from my spit.
“So Joanie,” Lisa said, turning to her sister. “You sure you don’t want a little taste, sis? Davina made it look so good!”
I looked at my wife, watched the play of emotions on her pretty face; she was obviously struggling not to give in to her temptations, but the thing is, now I wanted her to – wanted her to do the same thing I’d just done, wanted to watch her sucking that big black dick.
“You promise you won’t tell anyone?” she murmured shyly, her face blushing.
“Of course we won’t!” Lisa laughed. “Will we, Davina?”
I shook my head, smiling at Joanie, urging her to do it.
“Okay then ...” she mumbled shyly, turning and reaching out her hand, wrapping her slender fingers around Danny’s cock, stroking it a few times before finally leaning in and taking it in her mouth.
I heard her let out a soft muffled groan of pleasure as she too began to suck him faster and faster, her legs parting as she leant in closer, her dress riding up to reveal a pair of pink panties that I’d never seen before ...
Or wait. Maybe I had. With a shiver, I realized that Lisa must have leant her the very same thong I’d tried on that Friday night.
“You getting wet, sis?” Lisa giggled, reaching out and holding Joanie’s hair in a tight ponytail as she continued to suck on Danny, her pretty lips stretched tight around his huge shaft.
Joanie murmured something and nodded.
“Why don’t you check, Davina?” Lisa instructed me, nodding down at Joanie’s spread legs.
Again, I knew I needed to do everything my cruel mistress instructed. So I reached my hand out and placed it between Joanie’s thighs, resting my fingers gently against the pink fabric of the thong, sure enough feeling the sheer heat emanating from within. And as I began to stroke her clit and pussy lips through the thong, I felt the warm wetness seeping out from within, hearing Joanie moan around Danny’s cock, her hips bucking a little now as she pushed her pussy harder against my fingertips.
Before I even knew what I was doing, I’d tugged the panties roughly to one side and began playing with her clit, which felt way harder and more swollen that it ever did when I normally touched her there.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, pulling her mouth away from his cock enough to get the words out, “I think I’m gonna come ...”
“You get it, girl!” Lisa cheered on, as Joanie wrapped her lips once more around his dick, sucking it for all she was worth, while I toyed her pussy with her fingers, until, a few moments later, she let out a low muffled groan, her whole body beginning to buck and tremble as she orgasmed, still sucking and jacking Danny’s cock.
“Wow!” she laughed, still trembling a little as she finally pulled away from his dick, fanning her face with her hand. “That was hot!”
And as the two girls giggled together, I smiled on, my own cock now at total bursting point. I knew that just a single stroke and I’d explode, but of course, that was another of Mistress Lisa’s rules, wasn’t it?
