by Ruby Madden
I grinned mischievously, “I’m sure you are… a big boy, that is.”
He let out a low laugh, waiting for me to continue. If he could blush, I’m sure that he would have been.
“I’d like to enjoy you carnally, without it getting in the way of our professional connection at the animal shelter. Can you agree to that?” I asked.
“Of course. Professional and personal are separate worlds.” He said, agreeing with me.
“Yes, yes they are…” I said, nodding. “I’d also like to include a third partner. A man. Someone I’m already involved with. I’d like for him to be a voyeur to our playtime. Would you be open to that?”
I sucked in a deep breath, because it was in my experience that it took a very highly-evolved man to be able to first, take my lead and second, be open to the idea of another male lover entering the dynamic.
But if he agreed, this would literally be my ultimate wish-fulfillment actualized. Carnally and erotically, that is. Perhaps even relationally… My secret desire to have a true ménage-a-trois relationship with two men, at the same time, living amongst one another and indulging in each other.
“Possibly… I’d need to know more, of course, about your other lover – your gentleman friend.” He said, cool as a cat.
“Good, I’m pleased to hear it Damien. That can be arranged. Proper introductions and what not.” I said, then took a sip of wine. “I’m inclined to take you home tonight. What do you think about that?”
In a gesture of eager amusement, he raised his hand, politely motioning for our server. “Check, please.”
“Now, now. We haven’t even had dessert yet.” I teased.
Damien looked at me deliciously. “Cherry, you are the dessert.”
I giggled, “I suppose that I am.”
* * *
As the elevator rose to my condo, I pulled Damien to me by his jacket’s lapels and tasted his full, sexy lips. The car ride to my place had been mostly silent with the sexual tension between us building to nearly irresistible levels.
He reciprocated my eager mouth and tongue, matching my pace beautifully. I completely ignored a couple that had joined us in the elevator, noting that while the woman seemed put off by our public display of affection, her partner was grinning ear-to-ear in amusement.
Thankfully, very few of the residents in the building ever saw me, so private was the community.
In the private entry vestibule of my unit, I pinned him up against the wall and reached down to graze the hardening bulge in his dinner slacks.
My god… he was a big boy indeed. Bigger than I’d anticipated.
“Damien, my goodness, what are you packing down there?” I purred into his ear, allowing my lips to fumble up then down his neck. A highly-sensitive erogenous zone for both sexes.
“It’s all yours for the pleasure, Cherry. Every inch of it.” He said huskily.
A hand of his reached down to land on top of mine with its firm grip. I allowed it momentarily and then slapped it away.
“Bad boy…” I purred out.
I finally swiped my fob key to front door of my condo. I quickly walked in, leading the way and escorting him inside. Tipsy, I’d forgotten that for Damien, my home and abode would be a bit revelatory.
“Cherry, this is your pad?” He asked, looking around my place, surprised and impressed.
I grinned, “Yes, I work very hard. It’s paid off, as you can see.”
“Clearly.” He uttered admiringly, taking in the sight of my place. He then wandered over to my incredible view of the Seattle skyline and the Sound.
I laid down my keys, purse, phone and jacket. “Henry!” I called out.
Henry appeared quickly. “Yes, m’am?” He said, standing properly posed for duty.
“We’d like wine, one of my favorites. I trust you to select for a night of passion?”
“Quite right, m’am.” He answered. “Anything else?”
“Yes, please set up staging. For an intimate encounter. One-on-one. To be filmed.”
I turned to look at Damien, “Is that okay by you?” I asked.
Damien’s expression was worth about a million dollars. Shock, disbelief, delight and intense arousal. I’d have laughed out loud, but he wasn’t a client, and I wasn’t about to humiliate him.
No, this was my private playtime.
“Yes… I think? You have a… butler? And what is this about filming?” Each question came out more surprised than the last one.
I smiled. “Yes, and a very good one. I like to film my naughty encounters. For our viewing pleasure later. Will that be okay by you?” I said while walking towards him, allowing my seductive stride to lure him in.
His eyes drank up all of me and by the time I’d reached him, he was acquiescing.
Henry, who was still standing by, dutifully waiting for a confirmation, let out a polite clearing of his throat to remind me that he was still there.
“We’re all set, Henry. Thank you.” I said.
I heard Henry’s footsteps as he quickly strode to the kitchen to get our wine. I returned my full focus on Damien and took off his jacket and laid it across the back of a chair.
“Now, we can get started.” I began to unzip the side zipper of my dress.
Damien reached forward to assist and although I appreciated it, I pushed away his hands.
“No, no. This is all me… I lead, remember?”
I wanted to do a bit of a striptease to warm him up. Keep him aroused. I picked up one of the remotes lying on the coffee table and clicked power, then play.
My sexy-song playlist started and soon, Justin Timberlank was crooning SexyBack. I began to shimmy, dance and seductively wiggle my feminine assets.
Damien’s jaw dropped slowly. He shook his head. “Cherry, my god…”
I put my finger to my lips in a ‘be quiet’ gesture. I stepped forward to unbuckle and unzip his dinner slacks and then gently pushed him down into the chair, so he could sit and watch me.
Stepping away, I continued swaying to my sexy tunes. Henry returned with our wine, politely handing Damien’s glass to him and setting mine on a side table for easy access, as well as the opened bottle. He provided me a look and a nod that told me my recording devices were on and running.
I smiled and winked at him, indicating he could leave us in privacy and he quickly departed.
As I continued to sway, dance, and shimmy – I took off my dress using some seductive burlesque moves I’d learned. I delighted in the appreciative glance that Damien now had plastered to his face. I intentionally captured his gaze and held it, then averted my eyes southward to the impressive bulge in his lap.
I licked my lips.
He licked his in response.
I wore expensive purple lingerie with a complete garter set and black-silk nylons. The body-clinging satin thong and cups both revealed and enhanced my assets. My goal? To remain dressed at this layer. I would only need to push aside my thong for Damien’s ample-sized tool.
My hunger for his appendage was making me greedy and soon, I found my way back to him. Seductively wiggling and maneuvering part lap-dance, part tease and denial, I removed his shirt, then his dinner slacks.
His stupefied awe was so sexy. I loved being the cat playing with her toy. The few times he reached for me, I’d playfully slapped away his hands, swaying a disapproving finger back and forth in a ‘no’ gesture.
By the time I got his briefs off of him, the only item he still wore was his dinner tie. This I’d done on purpose. His manhood was sprung to attention and I was getting warmer and wetter in my core in anticipation of knowing it would be inside me soon.
I slipped my hand into my groin, slipping past the fabric of my thong and then spread my legs. Fingering myself, I lost all control and enjoyed the moment. Tipsy from the wine, sated by a good meal, the music, the setting, the fact that a handsome, accomplished black man was about to be fucked silly by me and that soon, I’d
get to play this video for Ethan.
To begin his cuckolding.
But first, I needed to attend to my primal needs.
I walked over to Damien, picked up an appropriately sized condom package from a side dish conveniently hidden and tucked away on the lower level of a side-table. I put it in his mouth, indicating for him to hold it in place there.
Before straddling him, I first unfastened his tie and then used it to tie up his arms at the wrists, with some leeway between them so that they could comfortably go behind the back of the chair.
Once I’d gauged his comfort, and without uttering a word, I pulled the condom package out of his mouth with my lips and teeth, and then opened it. A temporary and safe necessity, I slipped the condom over his impressive cock and then stepped back to admire him.
“Do you like this Damien? Me being in control, on top?” I asked.
He nodded, speechless and mute at this point.
“I’d like to straddle that impressive cock of yours. Is that okay? Do I have permission to fuck you?”
He nodded, the eagerness in his eyes revealing his over-heated desire.
“Good boy.” I purred.
As I straddled and lowered myself slowly onto his pulsing, twitching cock, I gasped in delight as he spread me open. I began to pump and impale myself on his tool and reached down to massage my clit. I picked up the pace, my pussy squeezing and taking in the full feeling of him.
Panting, my mouth open, I maintained a deadlock gaze with him and didn’t offer him my lips or my mouth. But I did hang onto the back of his neck and shoulder with my free hand while my other hand worked furiously on coordinating the growing orgasm that I knew was going to shatter me.
His intense gaze, the co-joined pleasure fueled me on. Taking what I wanted, what was mine. What I would share later, with Ethan.
When my orgasm began to crest, I lost my voice, the pleasure of it so intense and all-consuming. My pussy walls clutched wildly to his large, black cock and I could feel the beginnings of a squirt-gasm.
As I came, I gushed and soon, he was covered in my warm, feminine elixir. The sexiest smile in the world was on his face as I continued to work his cock, pumping and impaling myself on it, up and down, my pussy walls clenching to urge on his own orgasm.
A few minutes later, he achieved his own satisfaction and we sat there, breathing deeply, sweaty and content.
I leaned into him and kissed him ever so softly. One last bit of contact before I lifted myself off of his frame and then freed his hands from his own tie. I picked up a nearby cloth and handed it to him, so he could wipe off my essence if he chose to.
“Thank you for the beautiful fuck, Damien. One last question. May I show our fuck-session to my sub-pup? My slave? The one I want to share with you?”
He nodded his consent, slowly and mystified. Almost reverently.
“Good. I can’t wait to play again. I trust you can see yourself out?” I indicated towards my front door.
“Yes.” He said.
“Goodnight.” I walked away to go to bed. Happy, pleased, sated and satisfied.
{ ethan }
I imagine that the stunned look on my face said it all. I wasn’t exactly sure what to say or do. In a typical relationship, a man would express immediate anger, jealousy, possession and a need to maintain his own selfish interests.
I, however, was no longer part of anything normal or typical anymore. I was Mistress Cherry’s puppy-slave, by choice. In certain ways, I’d willingly abnegated control in our dynamic to achieve a mutually satisfying pleasure between us.
This idea, this step, this part of the process I knew was inevitable, but I had been hopeful that I could be her one and only.
“Ethan?” She asked.
I realized that I’d gone dead-silent and had yet to respond to her.
I hung my head in shame. I wanted to hide. I needed to hide. I didn’t want to disappoint her. “Mistress, I apologize. I’m taking in what you shared with me.”
She swiveled to the side and sat down so she could peer at my face with greater ease.
“Does that trouble you, the idea of another man becoming part of our lovemaking? A threesome?” She asked.
“Mistress, I want nothing but your complete pleasure. May I have a few moments to process, please?” I asked, hearing the pleading in my own voice.
She nodded, “Of course, pup.”
I’d never felt so scrutinized. Nor vulnerable. She was paying even closer attention to me than usual. Odd, that my emotional vulnerability and insecurity made me feel more naked than actually being, physically naked, before her.
A flurry of thoughts went flying through my head.
Was she unsatisfied? Was she bored? Had she tired of me? Had I done something wrong?
“Mistress, may I ask a question?” I asked.
“Yes, you may.”
“Is this to enhance your pleasure?”
“Yes, Ethan.” She answered.
“Will you require me to be in man-to-man relations?”
She tilted her head and gazed at me steadily. “I might, eventually, but only with your consent. Certainly, we can ease you into the idea or notion that having you be sexually intimate with another man is intensely erotic for me and would enhance my pleasure.”
I gulped.
We’d discussed hard ‘no’s’ a while back. Things that under no circumstance I would be willing to do or explore. That said, just as she’d predicted, most of my hard ‘no’s’ had melted away like ice, as if they’d never even existed to begin with.
Then it occurred to me.
She’d pretty much done or we’d agreed to everything there was to do with me and my orifices that any man could do. I’d suck and blow a dildo, I’d regularly take it up the ass as I’d agreed to anal penetration.
The only difference? It was her using sex-toys on me. Not a man.
Still, I needed time. To wrap my head around it.
“Mistress, I trust you. Might I make a request?” I asked.
She smiled so sweetly, so seductively, that I imagine there was no limit to what I would or wouldn’t do for her at this point.
“Yes, Ethan. You may?”
“May I watch first? Before participating?” I asked, unsure if this was too bold and brazen. In a way, I was dictating what I wanted.
“I was hoping you’d request that. In anticipation, I’ve prepared something for our viewing pleasure, pup.” She said, then stood and stepped away.
I gulped. Was she working in, a cuckolding dynamic?
Immediately, my manhood strained against its cage. Just the thought of witnessing her being fucked by another man made me a bit crazy. I didn’t just want this, I needed it.
I realized we were in proximity to her entertainment center. I heard her open the protective, decorative console and then she sat down.
“Crawl over here pup, sit next to me like a good boy. We’re going to watch something for tonight’s session.”
I did as ordered and crawled over and sat down beside her. She pressed play and I watched as she went about seducing an attractive black man. She wore gorgeous lingerie in regal purple that beautifully enhanced her plentiful physique, her creamy, ivory skin and red hair.
Engrossed, I continued watching as she took charge of this well-hung black man and had her way with him. Completely in control and in charge of the erotic dynamic between them. When she straddled him and fucked him, my cock was in agony attempting an unsuccessful erection.
When she came, I held my breath in awe.
“You like?” She asked, her devious smile tormenting me further.
I couldn’t answer. Instead, I allowed my mouth to gape open, choosing to use my eyes to convey my excitement. My arousal.
She stood. “Follow me puppy.”
I followed her, crawling, to where she led me. We passed through another door where there was a bed that sat barely elevated from the floor in an
elegant, minimalist, modern design. It was her boudoir. Her bedroom.
“Up on the bed, puppy.” It was so sweetly, calmly, and gently uttered that I recognized the first note of endearment in her voice.
With a bit of guidance, she soon had me positioned so that she could straddle me with ease. First, she placed a blindfold mask on me. She stood over me, her ankles barely touching the sides of my abdomen.
“This is all about MY pleasure, puppy. Not yours. Do we understand each other?”
I gulped, “Of course Mistress. Your pleasure, not mine.”
“Good.”
She then lowered herself down to sit on my abdomen and lower chest. The weight and pressure of her was thoroughly exciting, arousing and stimulating.
As the warmth and heat of our flesh-to-flesh contact fired through my synapses, I worried about my performance and pleasing her. I had no idea what she would ask for next, but my mind was having no problem going into over-drive, wondering and imagining what would come next.
Mistress remained there for a while, not moving or saying anything. Instead, I noticed that I started to calm and our breathing slowed down. It seemed as if we were syncing up with one another.
And then it happened.
I slipped gently into a mental place of peace. Calm, tranquil, simple serenity. I was hyper-aware and hyper-alert, and very present. Captured in the moment. Captured by her presence.
“Ethan?” She asked softly.
“Yes, Mistress.” I sucked in a deep breath.
“You’re such a good boy…” She said, seeming lost in me, mystified by this magical connection we were oscillating in together.
I felt her breathing come close to my face and I smelled her desire. She parted my mouth with one of her fingers and then pushed it inside to play with my tongue.
“Oral delights are a must for a slave-puppy such as you. I’ve been waiting a long time for this pleasure. You need to be very attentive, very focused.”
I waited. Every anticipatory part of me was locked and loaded. Ready to serve. Ready to please. Aching to pleasure her and her gorgeous body. To meet her sexual desire and needs.
“Would you like the privilege and pleasure of making me climax, puppy?” She teased, toying with me.
