by Jaden Wilkes
“It does,” Derrick replies quickly and reaches for a remote control on the metal and glass coffee table. He clicks a button and blue flames rise up.
“Lovely,” I say and smile at him. We can hear Silvia mixing drinks in the kitchen, the clinking of ice on glass stops and I turn. She’s moving towards us carrying a small pitcher and three glasses. She’s balanced them in one hand, the pitcher in the other, and she almost glides across the hardwood, she’s so composed.
I can’t wait to fuck her. I stand to help her, take the pitcher and set it on the coffee table. She looks startled, as though not used to having somebody pick up the slack. She is a woman who is used to doing it all.
“Thank you,” she says quietly and hands me a glass. Her face has softened since we got to her home; perhaps nerves gave her the bitch vibe at the restaurant. It doesn’t account for everything though, and I still want to fuck her over.
I pour each of us a small amount and raise glass. Derrick stands to join us and I say, “To new friendships and exciting new territories.”
We clink our glasses and all take a sip. I notice Silvia drains hers in one go and bends to fill it up again. She is nervous.
I turn to Derrick, the texts we’ve sent back and forth stipulated that he’s to be bound and tortured before I fuck his wife. He gets a thrill from being forced to watch...and I thought I was fucked in the head.
“This is a good time to take your clothes off,” I tell him and take his glass away. I set it on the table and watch his reaction. He looks at Silvia for approval; she nods slightly and gulps more Sangria.
I take a step back to stand beside her and watch Derrick strip. I glance at her and see her eyes glittering brightly, her face a grimace of excitement. Fuck the rules, I’m so used to making my own at this point, I can’t imagine being bound by her stipulations. I set my glass down and step behind her, cup her ass in my hands and wait for her reaction. She sighs and leans against me. I knew I could step over her boundaries the moment her eyes lit up when she saw me. I must be several cuts above the usual type they meet online. Six and a half feet, trim muscle, cleanly favoured and imperially slim and all that. Women tended to go for my bright blue eyes and dark hair, a contrast that startles them and sets off my classic good looks.
“That feels nice,” Silvia whispers and doesn’t take her eyes off Derrick. He looks businesslike in his actions. He unbuttons his dress shirt and slips it off without making eye contact. I slide my hands up her back and massage her shoulders gently.
“It does,” I tell her and brush her hair aside. Her neck is long and elegant; I can see the clasp of the expensive necklace she’s wearing.
Derrick has moved on to his pants. He unzips and slides them off his legs, folds them carefully and lays them on top of the shirt on the sofa. He looks at us then, he’s almost naked in his grey boxer briefs and black socks. His body isn’t bad. Sure he’s got a few extra pounds, but he wears them well.
I lean close and nuzzle the back of Silvia’s neck. She softens, I can feel the tension leave her body and she moans quietly.
“Tell him what you want him to do,” I say in her ear. She nods her head and presses herself against me. She’s tall, but I still cover her, my hard cock presses against her ass at this angle.
“Derrick,” she says and pauses as I bite. Just a gentle nip, but I gather her flesh between my teeth and roll it, run my tongue along it. I’m distracting her. He looks at us and his own cock is growing, swelling against the fabric of his underwear. He’s bigger than I imagined.
“Keep going, he’s waiting,” I whisper into her ear and nibble the fleshy lobe. She sways and I hold her steady.
“What should I tell him?” she asks, and Derrick waits like a command prompt, waiting for direction.
“Tell him to pull it out, tell him to fucking jerk it while I do this,” I say, my breath hot on her neck. I reach down and drag her pencil skirt up over her hips and thrust my hard cock against her beautiful, smooth ass.
“Derrick,” she commands and pushes against me, “I want you to masturbate now. Watch us and make sure you pleasure yourself while we do this.”
“Tell him to jerk it,” I say from behind her. “There’s no point being polite now.”
“I don’t like to say things like that,” she protests and tries to twist around to see me.
I take her hands behind her back and hold her tight. “Sorry sweetheart, but you’re not calling the shots here tonight,” I say and pull her arms tighter. She grunts but knows the deal. We discussed some of this via text just a couple short hours ago. She just didn’t know how far I was willing to go. “Say it, tell him to fucking jerk his cock while I fuck you with my fingers.”
She wiggles against me and I know her body craves my attention. “Derrick,” she commands. “I want you to pull your cock out and jerk it for us, jerk yourself off while Alexandre here has his fingers up my pussy.”
She is a fucking natural. Derrick responds and slides his hand over the outline of his bulging underwear. He flips the waistband down and his cock pops out, it is not as long as my own nine inches, but it is thick and close enough. He grips the shaft and begins to stroke it, watching the both of us at the same time.
“Do you like this?” I ask Silvia and she nods her agreement. I hold her arms behind her back with one hand and slide the other to the top of her panties. She’s wearing an expensive thong in bright pink. It’s stunning against her pale, firm flesh. I continue along the string and trace to the cleft of her cheeks. She thrusts herself against my finger and her breath is shallow.
“Keep jerking it,” she tells Derrick who is watching us with the intent eye of a student watching a master craftsman. He’s probably never seen his wife so in check before.
His strokes are deliberate and steady as I find her hot, wet entrance. I slide the g-string aside and finger her cunt while he masturbates.
“Come here,” I tell him and hold her against me. She jerks slightly and tries to turn around.
“No, he usually doesn’t engage in this kind of play,” she tells me and looks concerned.
He obeys me though and stands directly in front of us as we watch him. “I think he’ll be ok this time,” I say and lean down. I open the flap on the top of my satchel and pull out a roll of duct tape. Fuck this stuff is handy; I swear I could fix almost anything with it.
“What are you doing?” she gasps and tries to pull away. I twist her hands together and hold her tight.
“Just making sure you’re playing fair,” I tell her and bite the end of the roll. I pull out a length of tape a couple feet long and wrap it around her wrists.
She struggles and fights against me. “We didn’t talk about this, Derrick...help me,” she whines and pleads with her husband.
Derrick is a man possessed though, seeing her trapped and helpless has set something off in him and he just stares at her struggling against me.
“I don’t want to,” he replies and starts to masturbate faster. “Keep going, Alexandre. I want to see how this plays out.”
I nod and wrap another foot of duct tape around her wrists. She’ll never get away now. “Derrick!” she shrieks and tries to kick me. I pin her head back and wrap a length of tape around her head, covering her mouth. She’s screaming now, but the tape muffles her.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for years,” Derrick says and stands next to us. I wrap a handful of her thick hair in my fingers and hold her still. “Let’s take this upstairs,” Derrick suggests and grabs his wife by the long necklace dangling down the front of her. He tugs at it and drags her like a dog on a leash. She looks angry, but complies. She’s not crying though, I’ll give her that. The bitch is tough.
Their master bedroom is expansive, and obviously set up for sex. These two are very experienced in this lifestyle; I’ll give them that. There’s a hook hanging from the ceiling that looks heavy enough for a swing or spreader. It’s a foot or so from the end of their king sized bed. I drop my satchel and stand un
derneath it. “You got anything for this?” I ask Derrick.
He pauses, his cock in one hand and Silvia’s impromptu leash in the other. “What did you have in mind?”
“Something we can string her up with?” I suggest and her eyes widen. She starts to yell something, but that duct tape is a good gag. I should write the company and let them know.
“I don’t know about that,” Derrick says, “If her arms were set free, we could spread her out.”
The thought is appealing, but I look at my watch. It’s getting too late to really work her over. It’s still a forty-five minute drive back to the city from here.
“Let’s just leave her like this,” I tell him and step towards him, take his hand and place it on the cock straining to get out of my pants.
“Oh, whoa, I don’t go that way,” he says and jerks his hand back. Not before he lets it linger for a second too long though, I read him correctly.
“Neither do I,” I say and look at Silvia, “but I think she’d like a show, wouldn’t you sweetie?”
She narrows her eyes and manages to looked pissed and horny at the same time. Quite an accomplishment. She nods though, slowly at first, then faster as she stares at my suit bulge.
“Are you sure?” Derrick asks and looks at her, surprised. He’s still in his underwear, and still raging hard. I’m not that into men, but I am into humiliation...nothing is more humiliating than waking up an oppressed suburban straight guy’s love of cock. Silvia knows I’m winning this battle, so she does her best to smile in spite of the duct tape. She nods again and watches me with glittering hatred in her eyes. Hatred and lust—we both know she’d be begging for me to fuck her if I let her go now.
“She’s sure,” I tell him and he drops her necklace. I move to her in one long stride, tear the tight, clinging dress from her body and undo the front clasp of her bra. It’s a pretty number, red lace and obviously expensive. It would be a pity to cut it, so I leave it hanging on her bound arms.
I’m the only one who is still clothed. Derrick has lost the underwear and is standing in front of me, his cock at attention and his eyes locked on my own bulge. I do him a favour and unzip my pants, pull my cock out and let him drink in the sight. I remove my suit jacket, fold it and carefully lay it down on the edge of the bed. I loosen the cuffs of my dress shirt, look at him and say, “Well? It isn’t going to suck itself.”
“Uh, what do I do?” he asks, uncertain on the nuances of deep-throating another man’s dick.
“On your knees, open wide and suck it like your life depends on it,” I tell him and smile. I can’t help but be an arrogant little fucker and I glance at Silvia. She is watching Derrick with her eyes wide open, enthralled at the idea of her husband and partner in crime taking my cock down his throat. “You like this, don’t you, sweetheart?” I ask her and her eyes dart to my face. She goes a deep red and nods, very slightly but very deliberately. “Why wouldn’t you?” I reassure her, “it’s fucking sexy, it’s primal, it’s nature in its rawest form. You’ve been dominating Derrick for years now, but always wondering why it didn’t quite feel right. Now you know...it’s because you didn’t have a cock to choke him on.” I wink at her and guide the head of my hard-on to Derrick’s waiting mouth.
He’s got a small goatee, I like the sensation of the bristles surrounding his mouth, one more reason I enjoy face fucking a man every once in a while. I grasp his head and hold him still, his mouth is open and his gaze is locked on my cock and his eyes are full of nervous excitement. I thrust forward, no need for polite introductions, and I hit the back of his throat. He gags, as expected, but I hold him tight against me. He pushes on my thighs, trying to wiggle off me, but I don’t let him. This is like fucking rodeo action here, I’m cramming myself deep into him and he can’t do a damn thing about it. I know he’s going to take it like a fucking whore eventually; he just needs to learn to relax.
“Shhhh just let it happen,” I tell him and loosen the grip on his head. He doesn’t pull back though, he leaves himself, gagging and impaled on me...taking at least six of my nine inches. I turn to Silvia and her eyes are full of lust, she doesn’t even notice when I smile. I’m such a smug prick, but I just know what people want long before they do. It’s a gift, the gift of sexual intuition.
I slide back and Derrick works my cock with his throat muscles. He swallows as I withdraw, causing me to shiver. It’s a wonderful sensation, akin to a tight cunt spasming around my shaft. I slam back in, but this time he’s ready...he opens wide and only heaves a couple times before he moans against my cock.
I reach over and bring Silvia closer to me. She doesn’t resist, she edges towards us, eyes still on Derrick servicing me like a twenty-dollar whore. I sit down on the edge of the bed, dragging Derrick with me. He doesn’t break suction on my cock as he moves with me. Impressive.
“Let’s not leave you out, sweetheart,” I tell Silvia and she tries to smile again. She looks ridiculous, her cheeks are wrinkled under the duct tape and it’s really not her best look. Derrick is eye level with her cunt and watches as I slide my fingers between her legs and start to play with her slit. She tilts her pelvis against my hand and leans on me for support.
Back to Derrick, I pick up a bit of a rhythm and fuck his throat while I flick his wife’s clit with my forefinger. I feel like there could be more though. We need to take this up a notch.
“Fuck her while you suck me,” I command. Derrick looks up and catches my eye with a questioning look. “Finger fuck her, come on, slide your fingers in next to mine,” I encourage further, trying to be patient as he catches my drift.
He reaches up and slides his hand against mine, our fingers align perfectly and I help guide two of his with mine. We slide them into Silvia’s hot cunt and start to open her up with our attention. Her pussy is tight, but she’s so aroused it takes nothing to get our combined four fingers inside of her. She wiggles against us and makes a pleasured noise, a gasp that sounds more like a muffled sucking noise behind the tape.
“Fuck her, suck me,” I tell Derrick and feel my balls tighten, the familiar need building that indicates I’m about to fucking shoot my load. It feels painful, the need to release but the inability to find completion. Sweet release and relief pouring from my body, that’s what I need...this isn’t working.
A single though surfaces and disappears as quickly as it came. Cigarettes…the smell of cigarettes and booze.
Rage starts to build, I don’t know where it’s coming from. Red, hot, anger. The back of my head starts to pound and I yank my hands from Silvia’s cunt. Derrick stops sucking and looks up at me, confused.
It’s as though I don’t recognise him, I don’t know exactly where I am and why this stranger is sucking me off. He’s pulled his hand free as well and cups my balls with it. I shove Silvia hard, she falls back, unable to stabilize herself with her hands bound behind her back. I hear a thud as she hits the carpet. “You’re not necessary, bitch,” I spit at her as she moans.
I look down at Derrick; he’s sucking hard now, aware that I’m not pleased with something. His eyes are wide as he looks up, the sclera like a red flag to a raging bull.
I punch him as hard as I can. I’m amazed he doesn’t bite down on my cock, but some weird part of me almost wants him to. Like I would deserve the searing pain of his teeth clamping my flesh and rolling it in his own distress.
He gasps and chokes and tries to pull back. I don’t let him, I shove myself as far down his throat as I can get and start to pummel his head.
I want to hurt him, to fuck him up, to make him bleed. I need this to finish, like I need the air to breathe. Like I need food for sustenance. I need to hurt him.
He is struggling hard against me, but not that hard. I note this as I punch him again; he’s not really trying to get away.
Does every human being I encounter have a fucking death wish? Some kind of built in mechanism that wants to be destroyed by me?
I do my best, I punch his face again, and I feel his nos
e pop but he keeps sucking. I know I’m about to come, so I hit him one last time, grip him on either side of the head and hold him tight as I spill my seed down the back of his throat. He’s swallowing like crazy to accommodate my load, but he’s losing consciousness as I finish.
I don’t know if I choked him out or knocked him out, I don’t fucking care. I hold him upright until I’m sure every last drop is drained and my cock stops twitching inside his mouth.
I drop him and he sags to the carpet slowly. I tuck my cock back in my pants and zip myself up. I am pleased with this, how things worked out. I am very pleased. I brush my shirt down and tuck a loose shirttail back into my pants. I pick up my suit jacket from the bed and drape it over my arm.
I look at Silvia who has managed to wiggle over to the corner. Her eyes are black with running mascara, her face is a contorted mask of fear and she is shaking her head slowly.
“Is that not what you wanted?” I asked, disgusted when I notice the snot flowing from her nose.
She shakes her head harder and makes a mewling noise, like a little animal that needs to be put out of its misery.
“Well,” I say and leaned over to pick up a knife from my satchel, “It’s what I wanted.” I slit the duct tape that’s wrapped around her head and tug the largest piece from her mouth. She gasps when her lips are free and starts to breathe as though struggling up from underwater.
“You sick bastard,” she sobs. “I’m calling the cops the minute you leave. Is he ok? Derrick!”
I lean down and get right in her face, stare into her watery brown eyes and say, “Go right ahead, I have all the evidence I need to indicate this entire...game...was planned. Besides, do you want to have to explain to the neighbors why the cops are at your place?”
Her face drops and she admits defeat without saying a word.
“You’ll probably have to cut your hair to get all the duct tape,” I tell her, “that stuff’s a bitch to get out.” I throw the knife back in the bag, unfurl my suit jacket and once again smooth my shirt. As I’m stretching my arm into the sleeve, I notice a small spot of blood on the cuff. “Do you have any peroxide?” I ask, but she starts to cry. I say, “never mind, I’ll pick some up on the way home.”
