Three
A ménage à trois
BY LILITH NASSURI
Copyright © 2013
Published by Lilith Nassuri at Smashwords
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First Publication, 2013
I remember when he first made me fuck another man. I wasn't expecting it, he never gave me any warning, just dropped it on me out of the blue one day.
"Tia, this is Dave from work," Mike said, as I looked at the handsome faced, blonde haired guy who stood in our front room eyeing me up. He was tall, a little rugged looking, with nice broad shoulders, and a well-muscled chest. That look is always a winner with me; I like a guy who looks like he can handle himself.
"Hi Dave, nice to meet you, it's always good to meet Mike's friends," I said, feeling a little nervous as Dave continued to stare at me.
"Told you she was a looker didn't I eh Dave?" Mike turned to his friend with a grin, as I stood there blushing in front of the both of them.
This was usual behaviour for Mike, he liked to show me off, it made him feel special to display me in front of his mates. What I didn't realise then, was tonight, he had a lot more in mind for me than just showing me off.
Dave grinned, flashing white teeth, he was pretty dam hot, I thought to myself, with those green eyes and that sexy smile, and those yummy pectorals.
"Very nice indeed," he said licking his lips, as I just stood there feeling slightly awkward, not knowing quite what to say or do. I needn't have wondered what to do for long though.
"Why don't you be a good girl and go and change into something sexy for us Tia?" Mike instructed me, smiling.
"Uhhh what would you like me to put on?" I said, looking at him, feeling more than a little shy.
Even though I should have been quite used to Mike's peacocking by then, the way they were both looking at me made me feel a little nervous. Though I have to admit, I've always liked to be told what to do, even if it does sometimes make me feel embarrassed. That's why Mike and I are so perfect for one another; he always knows exactly what I need.
"Put on that sexy black short dress, the low cut strappy one with the sheer side panels love. You always look bloody gorgeous when you wear that," he said. I nodded, turning away from the pair of them to go and fulfil his request.
"Oh and Tia," he said, as I turned back to face him with a quizzical look, "make sure you don't wear any underwear there's a good little slut."
Scarlet cheeked I nodded my acquiescence to him as I scuttled off, I knew better than to question any order Mike gave me. It wasn't that I was frightened of him, far from it, I would trust Mike with my life, but I always hated to disappoint him. I'm a people pleaser, always have been, it's part of the reason why I make such a good submissive, and Mike, especially knows precisely how to induce my need to please to maximum effect.
Pushing open the door to the bedroom, I quickly crossed the room to the mirrored wardrobe doors that concealed my clothes. Sliding them open I looked inside. Spying the dress on the rail, I plucked it out tossing it onto the bed, and hurriedly peeling off the white tank top and cut off denim shorts I wore. Good job I'd gone for my regular bikini wax at the little salon I attended my monthly appointments at if I was going to be wearing this dress, especially since Mike had instructed me that I wasn't allowed to wear any underwear.
I pulled the skimpy dress over my naked body, smoothing it down over my curves. I've not got the best figure in the world, my stomach is way too wobbly for my liking and my bum is far too big in my opinion. Mike loves my body though, he says it excites him, and every time he sees me naked I must say I certainly don't doubt that he means what he says. I have to say, since I've been with Mike, I've never felt sexier about myself, he loves the way I look, and some of his enthusiasm has rubbed off on me I suppose.
I made my way over to the mirror, it wouldn't do to keep Mike waiting, especially not when he wanted to show me off to one of his mates. I gave myself a brief, appraising look in the glass to check I was presentable. My long red wavy hair looked a bit unkempt as usual, it always had a tendency to grow in every direction, so I reached for the hairbrush that I kept on top of my dresser, quickly pulling it through my hair a few times before replacing it.
"Come on Tia," I heard Mike's voice shout out to me from the lounge, "Dave's waiting for you to come out, he's getting all excited," he yelled, and I heard Dave snigger.
Getting all excited about what? What did he mean by that exactly? I was beginning to feel a little uneasy now. Trying to calm my nerves, I crossed the room to the wardrobe again to get my shoes. These would be the perfect finishing touch I thought, bending down to retrieve the high, black, spike heels with the leather ankle straps. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I leant forward to slip them on my feet. Mike loves me in those shoes, and I knew that even though I hadn't had much time to get ready, I wouldn't disappoint if I wore these.
"Tia come on babe," I heard him call out again, as I finished fastening the straps around my ankles.
"Alright, I'm coming," I yelled, standing up and taking a last, brief glance in the mirror before leaving the room.
I have to admit I looked a little tarty with my long, almost waist length red hair, and short black skimpy mini dress that showed off my not unimpressive cleavage. Paired with the stiletto's like that I looked dressed to kill, but even though I wouldn't normally walk around in stuff like this, wearing an outfit so obviously made for sex made me feel sexy, somehow. Especially because Mike had ordered me to wear it. Between my legs I felt a little shiver of anticipation at being shown off, displayed as Mike's whore.
Entering the lounge I saw that the pair of them were sitting on the sofa watching a football match on the television. They both looked up as I entered, and Dave let out a long, low whistle as he looked me up and down.
"Oh very sexy Tia," he said, smiling appreciatively at me, and I blushed. His eyes seemed to burn right through my skimpy outfit, the way he looked at me made me feel as if I were standing naked there .
Mike grinned; "Told you she was a good girl," he said all puffed up with pride, as he looked up at me from his position on the sofa.
"Why don't you get us both a drink?" he said to me, and I nodded.
"Sure what do you both want?" I said looking at the pair of them.
"I'll have a Stella from the fridge, Dave what do you want mate, we've got Stella, vodka, brandy or I think we've still got a couple of bottles of pear cider in the fridge?” he said, turning to his friend.
"Stella will be fine mate," Dave replied, turning to me, "thanks Tia," he said. I bobbed my head to acknowledge him, smiling as I turned away to fetch them their drinks. It may sound odd to someone who doesn't get off on being sub, but I loved all this, being told what to do, publicly like that. Mike likes to do this sort of thing a lot and it really builds the tension between us to have him give me orders like this.
I knew Dave must be thinking what a lucky bugger Mike was to be able to order me about like this, just from the way he eyed me, his gaze lingering a little too long on my breasts and the curve of my admittedly rather generous hips. The way he had looked at me made me feel both apprehensive and excited at the same time. I knew I had nothing to fear though, I trusted Mike completely, I may be a submissive, but I'm certainly not a doormat and I would never put myself in a situation with someone that I didn't feel had my back.
Mike might enjoy showing me off but I knew he would be able to h
andle the consequences of whatever happened as a result of that. And if that meant sending Dave home with a bulging erection because of all the teasing Mike had made me do, well then that would just add to the sex Mike and I would inevitably have afterwards.
Smiling to myself at that thought, I opened the fridge in the small kitchen we shared, grabbing two beers, and one of the pear ciders for myself for good measure, and headed back out to the lounge to re-join them.
Dave looked at me as I came through, his eyes following me as I tottered on my heels to stand in front of the both of them as they sat on the sofa.
"Here you are boys," I said, thrusting the cans at them, one in each of my hands, the pear cider tucked under my chin.
"Thanks Tia," Dave said as he took his, "you are a good girl aren't you?" he added smirking.
"She's a very good girl, she always does what she's told don't you Tia?" Mike said, as I just stood there, my cheeks flaming.
"Uhhhh, well, I always try to please," I said, giving a little nervous grin, and they both laughed, as if they were sharing some sort of private joke.
I walked across the room to get the bottle opener for my cider, feeling their eyes burning into my back as I did so. I knew they were both watching my ass wobble as I walked, and the thought excited me. Bending down to open the cupboard where I knew the bottle opener was located, I thrust my ass high in the air, intending to give them a bit of a show. The skimpy dress barely covered my ass as I scrabbled around in the cupboard, and I sensed they were watching me as they seemed to have stopped chatting to each other.
Then I heard Mike's familiar voice.
"Look at the little slut, she wants it Dave, see how she's bending over like that showing off her nice arse and cunt?"
Dave sniggered at that, and I froze, even though I was used to Mike by now, this was a bit much even for him.
"Yeah, I reckon she needs it mate," Dave replied, and I could tell from the tone in his voice that he was aroused. Locating the bottle opener, I retrieved it and began to get to my feet. Mike's voice stopped me in my tracks.
"Stay where you are Tia, there's a good girl, get back down onto your knees." Ever the obedient sub, I did as he asked me, placing my hands on the floor as I waited for him to give me my next instruction, my pussy now slick and damp between my legs. I was feeling very excited now.
I didn't have to wait long at all. "Pull your dress up," Mike ordered me, "show Dave what a nice cunt you've got under that dress, there's a good little slut."
Even though the words were humiliating, my pussy throbbed. It may sound crass but I love to be lusted after so lewdly like that, it always makes me so wet. It might sound strange to you but I really do enjoy the way Mike likes to parade me in front of his friends, even in front of strangers sometimes.
I'll never forget the time he made me give him a blow job in the park just before closing time. I had no knickers on at his instruction and he knew full well we were being watched by the park keeper who was pretending to trim the grass. I had wanted to come right there on the spot, but he had made me wait for mine, until we were back at home. Then he had instructed me to bend over a table, and tell him just how excited I had been sucking his cock, knowing that the park keeper was hard in his pants for me.
“Tia,” Mike’s voice gently nudged me back to the present. Obeying his instruction to expose myself, I reached around and hitched my skirt up slowly, a cool rush of air hitting my bare, exposed bottom. There was a sharp intake of breath from both of them, I could tell they were both completely turned on, watching me on my knees like this, exposed to them. I began to wonder just how far Mike planned to take this tonight.
"Spread your legs Tia," I heard Mike's voice again, he sounded like he was getting turned on. Parting my thighs, I posed there like that for them, thrusting my bare ass and pussy in the air. I felt slightly ridiculous, but I felt something else too, a hungry animalistic sort of lust that made me feel deliciously naughty.
"What do you think of that nice pink cunt Dave?" he said.
"I think it would look nice with something shoved in it," his mate replied. I gulped, this was getting downright raunchy now, surely Mike would stop it in a minute? We'd fucked in public before certainly, and he loved to get me to tease his mates by having me dress up all sexy and sit on his lap, but I’d not been this exposed in front of any of his friends before, the only times we’d done sexual things in front of other people, they had been strangers and I’d not talked to them. This was the closest, most personal sexual experience we’d ever had with anyone else since we’d been together, and I wasn't sure if I could handle what might happen next.
"Oh Tia can certainly oblige that desire," Mike said, "can't you Tia?" Oh god, what did I say to that? What the hell was he trying to imply?
"Tia?" Mike enquired to me, I wasn't going to get away with this, I had to answer him.
"S..sure, if you want me to," I said, cringing at how stupid I sounded. And just what exactly was I agreeing to here?
"Oh we both do," Mike said, walking up and standing behind me.
"Don't we Dave mate?" he said, bending down to me on the floor, his fingertips trailing over my bare bottom. His fingers moved in small circles over my flesh, making me shiver. Patting my bum, he drew his hand back, and I winced, bracing myself. I knew what was going to happen next, he loved to smack my ass and make it all red.
Smack. Sure enough, his palm connected with my naked flesh, making me bit my lip as my tender ass cheeks stung.
"Ooh yeah, give her a nice red bottom mate," I heard Dave say, behind me. I couldn't believe they were talking about me this way, like I was some cheap whore. Worse yet, I couldn't believe how hot it was making me feel. Between my legs my pussy started to drip, the juices pooling in my hot cunt.
Smack. Mike's hand connected again, his fingers landing partly in my cunt this time, causing me to cry out in shock and excitement, as his hand connected with the soft flesh between my legs.
"Look how she likes it when I slap her cunt like that," Mike said excitedly, "look at that she's getting all wet." He pulled my buttocks apart, spreading me open so that Dave could have a good look. My cheeks were burning, I couldn't quite believe it was happening, being so exposed like this in front of a stranger, but it made me feel unbelievably sexy all the same.
"Oh fuck," I heard Dave groan, "What a little whore. I reckon you should treat that wet pussy to something mate, teach her a proper lesson."
Mike slapped me lightly on my ass; "hear that Tia?" he said, "I think Dave wants to see something up your tight, wet pussy. What do you think? Shall I oblige him?"
Now what the hell was I supposed to say to that? If I said yes, which I secretly really wanted to, I would look like a proper slut. But if I said no, Mike would definitely not be best pleased. And I did want it, god did I, my pussy was aching for something to fill it. Deciding to just go for it, I swallowed any pride I might have had left as I opened my mouth to speak.
"Y..yes I think you'd better, after all he is a guest," I said tentatively. Mike laughed at that.
"Oh very nice touch sweetheart, I really have got you trained well haven't I?" I didn't hesitate this time as I replied to him.
"You always train me well," I said and it was true, I loved being submissive to him. He was so naturally dominant, but he managed to do it without ever coming across as arrogant or creepy, just plain raw ass sexy. It didn't hurt either, that he was 6ft tall, with a cap of dark curls and piercing blue eyes that would crinkle up at the corners whenever he found something amusing. And when he spoke, my god, that voice.
Mike had a trace of the cockney about his accent, after all he'd lived in East London for the first 25 years of his life, before moving to Kent, where we lived now, to work for his brother, who was setting up a plumbing business. His voice was low, masculine, and could have melted the knickers off of the Virgin Mary I swear, and the things he liked to whisper in my ear, well they make me blush just thinking about it.
"What do yo
u think we should use Dave?" Mike quizzed, going along with the show. I shot a sideways glance at him as he crouched next to me, he was fully hard in his pants, I could tell.
"That cider bottle looked pretty good when she had her lips round it earlier, but I wouldn't half mind seeing it somewhere else mate," Dave said frankly.
My jaw hung open, what the fuck? He wanted to see the cider bottle inside me? No, surely this had gone too far, I should say no, put a stop to all this. Mike had had his fun but this, this was going way too far. So why did I feel a hot tingle between my legs at the thought of it? My body was clearly betraying me, and somehow, in that moment, I knew there was no way I was going to be able to stop what was happening. Because I wanted it too, I wanted it to happen, even more than they both did perhaps.
God how wrong this was, how deliciously, wickedly, wrong and perverted it was. Now I was feeling so aroused that I was almost past the point of shame, as I knelt there, wondering just how far this was going to go.
Mike chuckled.
"Oh you dirty, dirrrty boy Dave, I like it my friend, I like your style," he said, reaching for the half empty bottle of cider that I'd placed on the sideboard. Taking a swig he drained the bottle quickly, slapping me lightly between the legs again. I squirmed in pleasure, was he really going to put the bottle up me?
Apparently he was. Pressing the lip of it against the soft folds of my cunt, he teased me with it, probing my entrance as I bucked and squirmed against the tip.
"Oh fuck she wants it," I heard Dave groan, as Mike pushed the neck halfway into my wet, willing pussy. I was so unbelievably turned on in that moment that I thought I was going to come right there and then.
Even though I knew I was being absolutely shameless, I didn’t care, it was just so incredibly hot, knowing that I had both of them so turned on. Arching my back, I pushed back on to the bottle, so as to get more of it inside me. I could hear Mike starting to breathe harder as I rode it. I wanted him to fuck me, I wanted both of them to take advantage of me.
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