by Alex Tempera
Sydney knew that look. She knew what Paxton wanted to do, which made her decision even more focused in her head, but she had to concentrate on what he wanted her to do, now. She walked over to Paxton as sissy continued to finger his ass and jerk off his cock. “What are you going to do with that hardon?”
“Jerk it while I fuck his ass. sissy, over to the fucking bench. It’s the red bench.” The fucking bench was similar to the spanking bench, but it adjustable to the height of the man doing the fucking behind him.
sissy kneeled on the bench, and leaned forward on the pad, resting his hands on the handles. Sydney cuffed his hands with the soft leather straps and then she cuffed his ankles to the foot post, which allowed his legs to be spread, his asshole open and his cock to dangle.
Paxton adjusted the height to his perfect angle. He covered his cock with lubrication and then squirted some on his two fingers. He inserted his fingers inside sissy’s ass hole, and finger fucked him. When he removed his fingers, he slapped both ass cheeks ten times so that they were beet red. He positioned his cock at sissy’s opening, and slowly inserted himself in his asshole, as it enveloped him.
Sydney covered her dildo with a condom, and then lubricant. She stood behind Paxton’s body, as he fucked sissy. “Stop inside him for a minute,” she whispered.
Paxton placed himself deep inside sissy’s asshole and waited.
Sydney inserted a lubricated finger into his ass to loosen him, and then she inserted the covered dildo slowly in his ass. When she was all the way inside, he moaned loudly trying to catch his breath. “Now, baby,” she whispered.
In a perfect rhythm, Sydney pulled back as Paxton pulled back, and then pushed deep inside him as he pushed inside sissy’s ass. Paxton put one hand on the fucking bench to steady himself and one hand between sissy’s legs as he jerked him off. Sydney put one hand on Paxton’s waist and the other around his chest, as she pinched his right nipple. They kept up their constant rhythm of fucking, until she felt Paxton’s body shake, as he released himself inside of sissy’s ass. Slowly, she pulled out and then, he pulled out, his cock still dripping.
“Suck, sissy,” he walked around the front to sissy’s face and sissy sucked his release off his cock. Paxton’s eyes met Sydney’s as she removed the condom from her dildo, tossed it in the trash, but then continued to stroke it, as if it were a real cock. He bit his lip, as he was focused on her, but he needed to focus on his sub. He knew that’s what they needed to do. Yes, the subs would not be just one sub, but two subs. And they would not just be his sub or her sub, they would be their subs.
Sydney could almost read his mind, but she stopped trying years ago. Too many times she was disappointed, and things were finally better than they had been in years. Not just the sex. Not just the subs. But they were finally talking, and better yet, sharing. She removed her dildo and placed it in the basin for later cleaning, as Paxton slowly pulled out of sissy’s mouth.
Ten
Sydney walked into the living room where Tim and Paxton were sitting. “You didn’t start?”
“Not with you,” Paxton smiled. “We were just talking about work.”
Sydney, dressed in her sweats, sat down on the love seat. “Oh, well, don’t stop on my account. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“You didn’t,” Paxton poured them each a cup of coffee. “Did you want a shot of whiskey in yours?”
“Oh, thank you, yes,” she smiled.
“Tim?”
“Um, sure, just one.”
Paxton stood up, walked over to the bar, and grabbed bottle of whiskey off the shelf. He sat down and measured a shot in the coffee for each of them. “Tim, as you know, we’re trying to find each other a sub. Last night, I presented one for her and today, she presented you to me. We will probably try out a couple other subs, but we were wondering if you’d be interested in being one of the subs.”
“I enjoyed myself tonight. I’d be honored to be your sub, Paxton. I’ve only ever imagined being one. The only thing is what would the schedule be?”
“We’re not sure. Right now, it’s not a set schedule, whenever we can play.” Sydney said. “Also, it is our rule that if he’s playing with a sub, or anyone for that matter, I will be there to watch, and the same goes for me, if I play, he’s there. We may try to get both our subs and all of us together to play, would you be interested?”
“Is your sub a woman or a man?”
“He’s a man, but he’s also a cross dresser. When he’s my sub, he’s Jessica. Is that a problem?”
“No, I’ve never met a cross dresser before. What I wore is the closest I’ve come to cross dressing.”
“Is that something you want to do more of?” Sydney asked.
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
“How does wearing that make you feel? The bustier?”
“Sexy and submissive. Almost feminine.”
“If you’re looking to do more of that, then you can consider this a safe place to do that.”
“Thank you. My wife knows I’m gay but she doesn’t know about my other desires. Some I haven’t tried. I never dreamed I could be a sub. I can’t explain why I want to be one. I just do. I do so much at work and have to be boss to twenty men and women, and …” he sighed. “Sorry.”
“I completely understand,” Paxton said. “Tim, you’re welcome in our playroom, and you’re welcome here whenever you want.”
“Thank you,” Tim sipped his coffee. “I should go.” He stood up, and flung his bag over his shoulder. “I’d like to meet your sub, Sydney.”
“You will,” she smiled. “Want me to walk you out?”
“Oh, yes, thank you,” he nodded.
She looked at Paxton, “I’ll be right back,” she led Tim out of the living room and toward the door. “Have a good evening.”
“I will, thank you, for everything.” He left and she closed the door behind him, locking it.
When she returned to the living room, Paxton was sitting on the sofa, all of his clothes removed. “PJ?”
“Shut the doors.”
She closed the doors and walked over to him. “I thought you had enough upstairs.”
“I want to hold my wife naked after I fuck your ass.”
“Here?”
“Why not?” he stood up and gazed into his eyes. “We have a lot to talk about but right now, I need to be with you. I want this to be part of our aftercare, yours and mine.”
“You mean, mine and ours,” she grinned.
“I’ll be your anything,” he said.
“Yeah, sure,” she muttered. “Um, upstairs. Not here. I don’t want Magda to find remnants of our sex-capades.”
“That, I’ll give you. Upstairs. The bedroom or play room?”
“Bedroom,” she smiled. “I’ll meet you upstairs.” She headed out of the room.
He grabbed his clothes off the sofa and followed her out of the room and up the stairs.
She lay on the bed, on her back, naked except for the necklace. She had given herself a little spritz of her lavender perfume. She closed her eyes as her head settled against the pillow. She felt the shift on the mattress and opened her eyes. He was looking down at her, gazing at every inch of her body, and there was something different and she figured it was lust for her ass.
Paxton pressed his mouth against hers and pushed his tongue into a twisted dance with her tongue, all the while running his fingers down her body. “You’re so beautiful, my love. I wish to please you.”
“PJ?” she whispered, into his breath.
“When our subs are gone, let me be yours.”
“Mine?”
“I can be yours, and they can be ours.”
“Hmm, you’re mine, and they’ll be ours?”
“Syd, uh, Mistress, yes, be my Mistress. You can be their Lady, but be my Mistress.”
“I don’t know,” she slowly sat up, but he straddled her bare legs, resting his cock against her stomach.
“Why not?”
“Bec
ause, I can’t … I can’t do to you what you want. What you need.”
“I want to be a sub to you. Please, Mistress,” he ran his fingers over her hard nipples. “I’ve been gay all my life, but now, I want to be your husband, too.”
“My husband?”
“Yes, your husband. Your sub. Please, Mistress. I beg of you.”
“Hmm, husband. That’s your name now.”
“Thank you, Mistress. What can I do to pleasure you?”
“Hmm, since you’re here, all sexy, naked and on my lap,” she smiled. “Husband, I want you to pleasure me from head to toe, front to back. Show me how you can be my husband.” She lay back and closed her eyes.
“Mistress, I ask one thing of you, if it is all right.” Paxton’s once commanding voice changed to low, subtle and submissive, almost as if he needed to be a sub as much as he needed to be a Sir to sissy. Maybe even more. He needed to be a sub to Sydney and only her. He could lead and command his cocksuckers, but Sydney deserved his submissiveness.
She opened her eyes and gazed into his lustful eyes. “What is it, husband?”
“Can you keep your eyes open, Mistress?”
She pulled his head close to hers and licked his lips before inserting her tongue in his mouth, kissing him passionately. She lightly pulled away and bit his bottom lip slightly. “Yes, husband. Tonight, no biting. I want sensual. We can do rough later, because now that you’re my sub, I will spank your ass and tie up your cock.”
“I cannot wait, Mistress,” he kissed her cheek. “Permission?”
“Get started, my husband.” Her eyes stayed on him as he kissed and licked his way slowly down her neck and then ran his tongue over her shoulder blades.
He breathed in her nipples and sucked on her breasts, hard and then lightly, licking her nipples. He then pinched each nipple as he continued to suck. He kissed her stomach, and outlined her rose tattoo over her navel with his tongue. “My name should be there,” he whispered.
She looked down at him. “Where?”
He moved his finger over her chest and wrote his name with his finger. “Right there.”
“And where would you put my name?” she whispered.
“Right over mine,” he took her finger and ran it over his chest. “No matter what, I’m yours.” He focused on the flesh of her stomach and moved his mouth and fingers lightly down her thighs. He spread her legs and inserted his tongue inside her opening as he fingered her clit, rubbing it softly. He sucked as her juices flowed out of her body and then he moved his mouth to her inner thigh. He inserted two fingers inside her opening and two fingers inside her ass hole, watching her arch. “Mistress, do you like?”
“Yes, my husband.”
He fucked her slowly with his fingers, in both of her holes as his mouth moved toward her feet. He lightly sucked on each toe and ran his tongue down the arch of her feet. He pulled his fingers out of her body and sucked on each of his own fingers. “Mistress, please roll over.”
“Yes, my husband,” she rolled over but not completely on her stomach, so she could watch what her husband was doing. Watching seemed more intimate, than just feeling.
He kissed his way up her legs and stopped when he got to her ass. He used his lips and tongue to kiss her ass cheeks, while running his finger down her ass crack. He kissed each cheek and then spread them, exposing her ass hole. He ran his tongue from her pussy to her ass hole, and then rimmed his tongue, before inserting it and fucking her with it. He rubbed her clit as he continued to tongue fuck her, making her juices explode and his cock harden. He moved up to the small of her back and kissed her all the way to the back of her neck. He placed his hands under her body and slowly lifted her slight, exposing her pussy and asshole. He spread her legs more and inserted his cock into her pussy, slowly he fucked her with long, hard, yet slow thrusts. She watched as his cock entered her body, and not in the place she figured he go, but her pussy, and he was filling her up, making her want more, hitting every spot of her insides.
He inserted two fingers in her asshole, hoping to fill her and fucked her pussy while he fucked her ass with his fingers. He continued to kiss her ass and the small of her back as he pumped and thrust harder. The more she moaned and quivered, the more he pumped and thrust, faster and then slower, then faster and harder, her body begged for more, it begged for release, and so did his cock. He released himself inside her as he fucked her ass harder with his fingers, then he pulled them out all at once.
Sydney instantly turned around and inhaled his cock, sucking off her juices and his release. When she broke the embrace, she lightly pushed him on the bed, on his stomach.
“Mistress?”
“Shh, husband,” she kissed each of his ass cheeks as she got behind him. She spread his cheeks and licked his asshole, and then she inserted two of her fingers in his asshole, and fucked him, until his cock hardened. “You like, husband?”
“Yes, Mistress,” his body shook.
“Good, my husband.” She continued to fuck him harder with her fingers, even inserted a third finger, and his cock engorged itself, almost exploding.
“Mistress, please,” he begged to release himself of his hard cock.
“No, you will come, I promise,” she continued to fuck him with her fingers, harder and faster, as he moaned and quivered, his body shaking for relief. She pulled out her fingers and then inserted all four, continuing to push and pull out, spitting on his ass hole that was already moistening from her fingers. She used her other hand and squeezed his balls as she continued to fuck him with her fingers, and then, he released himself with a sudden explosion. She pulled her fingers from his ass, and moved to the head of the bed. She took her husband in her arms and held him tightly.
Paxton held on to her for comfort, tears streaming down his face. “I love you, Mistress.”
Sydney kissed the top of his head. “I love you, too, husband.” She knew it was the Mistress he loved, not necessarily her, but for now, she’d take it.
Eleven
Paxton walked into the kitchen, but it was empty. He poured himself a cup of coffee and headed into the living room. “Magda, did Sydney leave for the office yet?”
“No, Mister Carlton, she’s having breakfast in her office,” Magda nodded.
“Oh, thank you,” he left the room and headed down the corridor to Sydney’s office. He stood in the doorway, as she browsed through something that looked like brochures, while on the phone. He turned to leave when her words caught his attention.
“Yes, Doctor, thank you. I’ve read all the paperwork and information, and I’d like to have a consult. This afternoon at four will be fine. Thank you.” She hung up.
Paxton knocked on the door jam, “Hey, I heard you hadn’t left yet. Is everything all right?”
“What?” she slid the papers under her newspaper on her desk. “Oh, yeah, I had to make an appointment that I forgot about.”
“Oh, don’t you have that brunch with Bishop?”
“Not until tomorrow,” she sighed. “I’m sorry. Did I wake you when I got up?”
He walked in the office and sat down in the chair near her desk. “No, I just hate drinking alone.”
She smiled. “That’s certainly different. Can I ask you something?”
“Of course,” he said.
“The stuff you said last night, did you mean it?”
“About us sharing our subs, playing together, and when we’re in private, me being your sub?”
“Yes, all of that or even some of that.”
“I meant it. Syd, and what you did to me was fucking amazing. I loved it when you took over and … well, you know what you did. Just wondering why you didn’t use the strap on, not that I minded at all.”
“I liked using it on you in the playroom, but I want to be able to feel you, it’s not the same when it’s not real. I know. I’ve been using fake penises for quite a long time.”
“Syd? You mean, you haven’t had other men? I thought you did. You agreed that I could
have whomever I want as long as I’m safe. You always said you had other partners.”
“I lied,” she sighed. “PJ,” she stood up, straightened out her skirt, and walked over to the window. She pulled the curtain open slightly and gazed out at the rose garden that was just below her window. “The only man I’ve had actual sex with in the past ten years is you. Yes, you’ve seen me with men, but those were colleagues or whatever business dates. I never took them home except for a drink, and I never fucked them. It’s been you or my trusty vibrator. Well, several of them, they don’t last forever.”
He stood up and walked behind her desk, quickly eyeing the brochure that was sticking out from her papers. He focused on Sydney. “I didn’t know. Why didn’t you tell me? I thought we told each other everything. I told you about my suck and fuck lunch dates with Mr. Reynolds. And, now he’s my sub. I tell you everything.”
She turned around. “I’m sorry. The truth is, even though our marriage is a business deal we made ten years ago…”
“Eleven. We were engaged for a year,” he smiled.
“OK, well, I couldn’t cheat on you. I know our marriage is a marriage of convenience, and we did sleep together 3 times a year, but I couldn’t cheat. Yes, I came close, but I couldn’t do it.”
“Now I feel like a fucking loser. I’m the one who cheated, over and over.”
She put her hand on his shoulder. “Don’t. You married me for one reason, I married you for two.”
“You really believe that?”
“Yes, it’s true. You wanted to hide your being gay. You want the world to believe that you’re straight.”
“And you think that’s the only reason?”
“Yes,” she sighed.
“Syd, I would never marry anyone else but you, because of you. I care about you so much. You’re my best friend. I do love you.”
