Six More

by James Crow

  ‘Great service,’ Jonathon said, scooping up a scallop with a piece of bread.

  I couldn’t argue with that. Nor with the scallops when I had a taste.

  ‘This is really good,’ I said, as Jonathon poured more champagne.

  Jonathon

  Between the three of us we’d polished off the delicious starter in no time. Everything was going to plan, Emma was already a little tipsy, and I was ready for some action.

  I lifted the rucksack onto the bench seat beside me, opened it up, took out the small brown paper bag and placed it in front of me.

  ‘What’s that?’ Emma asked.

  ‘A dare,’ I said.

  She narrowed her tipsy eyes at me. ‘That’s not fair. If you’d have told me, I…’

  ‘You’ll just have to improvise,’ I said.

  ‘Okay, what’s the dare?’

  ‘Give me your panties, and I’ll give you the dare.’

  She glanced around. So many people drinking, laughing, having fun in the sun. She hitched her ass, tugged her panties free, and they were off and in my hand seconds later.

  I slid the bag across the table, but kept my hand on it. ‘You must take this to the toilets. Suki will go with you. And you must come back wearing what’s inside.’

  I saw her swallow. ‘Is it bad?’

  ‘Not for me,’ I said with a grin.

  She made a grab for the bag.

  ‘No looking,’ I said and watched her and Suki hurrying across the lawn before pressing the buzzer to summon Lindsay.

  Emma

  Locked inside the toilet cubicle with Suki training the camera on the bag, I carefully opened it up.

  ‘Sweeeeet,’ Suki said as I lifted the thing out – a butt plug with a ginger fox tail. And, at the bottom of the bag, a pair of nipple clamps connected by a chain.

  ‘Fucking hell,’ I said, holding the plug against my ass. The tail was a good six inches longer than my miniskirt. ‘If heads turned when we first walked in here, they’d be spinning if I walk out wearing this.’

  ‘Let me help,’ Suki said, ‘show tits.’ She handed me the camera.

  I lifted my camisole, and my helpful pal tugged on my nips before clamping them.

  ‘Ouch,’ I said.

  ‘Nice ouch,’ Suki said.

  She put one foot up onto the toilet seat, lifted her skirt, and pushed the plug into her pussy.

  ‘Best lube ever,’ I said, filming her as she gave it a little wiggle.

  ‘Feels good, Miss Emma. Now bend,’ she said, pulling the plug free.

  I turned my back to her, lifted my skirt, and parted my ass cheeks.

  ‘Nice and slow,’ she said, easing the plug home as I pushed against her.

  ‘That feels good,’ I said. It was probably down to the champagne, and the thrill of walking back through the bar and out into the garden with my tail showing, but it did feel good. It warmed my pussy through.

  We left the cubicle and I checked myself in the mirror. The nipple clamps and the connecting chain really stood out through my camisole and, sure enough, when I turned my ass to look, the ginger tail with its white tip was showing by at least six inches.

  ‘You look sexy,’ Suki said.

  ‘I wish I’d brought a plug for him,’ I said, ‘never mind, let’s go rock this shit. And don’t film me walking back. I want you by my side.’

  ‘But that no fun,’ she said, ‘I’ll do it… dis…’ she paused.

  ‘Discreetly?’

  ‘Yes,’ she nodded, ‘I hold camera low, and keep distance.’

  ‘Okay,’ I took a breath, and we stepped back into the bar. I kept my eyes forward and walked briskly, heard at least two whistles and a good few giggles before we went through the door to the garden.

  I wasn’t entirely happy to see the purple-haired girl standing by our table. She was laughing with Jonathon.

  ‘What did she want?’ I asked him after she’d left and I’d eased my stuffed ass onto the seat.

  ‘Up-up!’ Jonathon said, ‘I want to see you.’

  I stood up, flashed my tail quickly and sat back down.

  ‘How’s that feel?’ he asked.

  ‘It’s making me horny,’ I said, ‘and my nipples are on fire. Anyway, what did the purple freak want.’

  ‘Lindsay?’

  ‘Yes, Lindsay.’

  ‘I buzzed her for more champagne,’ he said, popping the cork from a fresh bottle. ‘Your turn,’ he added, topping up our glasses.

  ‘What?’

  ‘Your dare,’ he said.

  Jonathon

  She slugged back the champagne in one. I refilled her glass. ‘Having fun?’

  ‘I suppose,’ she said. ‘What were you laughing at?’

  ‘Laughing?’

  ‘With purple girl.’

  ‘You jealous?’

  ‘Never. She’s too young for you anyway.’

  ‘She’s legal,’ I said, ‘and that’s old enough.’

  She rolled her eyes.

  ‘She was laughing because that guy, I jerked my head to the guy at the table next to us, farted so loudly it sounded like he’d shat himself. Everyone else was laughing too. Surely you saw that.’

  ‘Fair enough,’ she said and slammed her hand onto the buzzer.

  ‘What are you doing?’

  ‘Calling for service,’ she said.

  ‘A bottle of chardonnay and two glasses please,’ she said when Lindsay appeared.

  ‘Coming right up,’ the girl said. She winked at me and squeezed at her crotch from behind Emma’s back before she cleared up the empty plates and hurried off.

  ‘What are you grinning at?’ Emma asked me.

  I thought quickly, ‘Your tits,’ I said, ‘they’re looking good. Show me.’

  ‘Not yet,’ she said with a glint in her eye.

  She was getting worked up. I knew my girl well enough. Ass plugged. Nipples clamped. A kinky tail for all to see. I did love her kinky side.

  Lindsay returned with the wine and glasses, told us our meal would be five minutes.

  ‘Good,’ Emma said as the girl walked away, ‘you’ve just enough time.’ She poured one glass of wine, took a sip.

  ‘Time for what?’ I asked.

  She slid the empty glass over to me. ‘Fill it,’ she said.

  I instantly recalled giving Emma the very same instruction in a little bistro back home. She’d held that glass under the table and filled it to the brim.

  I laughed. ‘You want me to piss in a glass? Not much of a dare,’ I said.

  ‘No,’ she said, ‘I want your cum. You’ve got less than five minutes. Go!’

  I looked to a grinning Suki, the camera pointed at me.

  ‘Uh-uh,’ Emma said, ‘no helping hand from Suki, either. You do it yourself.’

  I glanced around the busy garden. The guy who’d been giving the BJ had swapped places with his partner. One girl was sitting up on a table, her guy openly fucking her.

  ‘Alright,’ I said and freed up my cock. ‘Show me those tits.’

  Suki swung the camera as Emma pulled her camisole top down, freeing one tit, her clamped nipple was a deep red colour. She licked a finger, circled her nipple to hardness, and I worked my cock, soon hard, soon thick in my hand.

  ‘I want lots of it,’ she said, ‘enough for a good long swallow.’ She licked her lips, freed up her other tit and pulled on the chain, stretching her nipples.

  ‘Three minutes,’ she said. ‘You need to hurry.’

  ‘Not a fucking problem,’ I said, jerking my meat so fast the table was rocking. I grabbed up the wine glass, shoved it under the table, and I came so hard, the splats as cum hit glass were loud.

  I placed the glass on the table, a decent helping of creamy cum, and slid the glass over to her.

  ‘Good boy,’ she said, covering her tits, ‘now put your cock away.’

  I swiped up a napkin, cleaned myself, and did as I was told, watching with eager eyes as Emma picked up the glass. She looked at it, sn
iffed it, swirled it around, just as Gaynor and Lindsay appeared with our meals – three huge platters of steaming crab legs.

  Emma made it obvious, swirling the cum in the glass as the platters were placed on the table. She raised the glass to her lips, tipped her head back, and I watched with a strange feeling of pride as every last drop of cum dripped onto her waiting tongue. She swallowed it down, licked her lips, placed the glass on the table. ‘A fine vintage,’ she said.

  ‘I must try that sometime,’ Lindsay said, handing each of us nutcrackers in the shape of crab claws.

  ‘Yes, you must,’ Gaynor said, ‘I can highly recommend it. Enjoy your meal, guys.’ And off they went.

  ‘That was… daring,’ I said to my filthy wife.

  ‘And now it’s your turn,’ she said, wrapping the nutcracker around a thick crab leg and cracking it open.

  Emma

  ‘Let’s eat first,’ he said.

  Suki turned the camera off and we all tucked in. I have to say, sitting there in the Cornish sunshine with a fox tail plug up my ass, nipples clamped, my lover’s cum still warm in my throat, and eating the best crab I’d ever tasted, in the craziest beer garden I’d ever sat in, would be an experience to remember. Especially having Suki with us. I felt so happy, and a tad merry from the champagne.

  I wondered what my next dare would be as I stuffed more crab in my mouth. Maybe I’d be pissing in a glass, although I’d done that before. Maybe I’d be flashing my all to the next table or streaking through the bar, but I’d done those things before, too.

  ‘Well?’ I asked, sucking my fingers clean.

  Jonathon reached for the chardonnay, poured us both a glass. ‘It’s a big dare,’ he said.

  ‘I’m all ears,’ I took my wine from him, enjoyed the taste of it going down.

  ‘I dare you to fuck someone,’ he said.

  I glanced around me. So many guys, but most of them were surely gay. ‘Fuck someone here? Right now?’

  ‘Fuck who I choose for you,’ he said.

  I shrugged. ‘Depends who you choose.’

  ‘Lindsay,’ he said.

  He grinned when my eyes went wide. ‘I might have known you’d pick a girl. No way. Besides, she’s working.’

  ‘What if I told you, that she’s already agreed.’

  ‘Oh really? So that’s what you were having such a gay time about.’

  ‘She’s not gay.’

  ‘Double dare,’ I said, ‘I’ll fuck purple girl if you fuck Gaynor.’

  He laughed, knocked his wine back. ‘What if I told you, that I thought you might say that, so I went ahead and arranged it.’

  I cocked an eyebrow at him. ‘You did fucking what?’

  ‘I asked the boss lady if we could have some fun on the beach. She was up for it.’

  ‘I bet she fucking was.’

  ‘You up for the dare?’

  ‘How come you get pussy and I get a girl to fuck? That’s hardly fair.’

  ‘Then, what if I told you that Lindsay is wearing your panties right now, and… she’s not all girl.’

  ‘She’s wearing my what now? And what do you mean she’s not all girl?’

  Suki was giggling, the camera in her hands swinging from me to Jonathon and back again.

  ‘I’ll show you,’ he said and slammed his hand on the buzzer.

  Emma

  Both Lindsay and Gaynor arrived at our table.

  ‘How was everything?’ Gaynor asked.

  ‘Unbelievably good,’ Jonathon said, as Lindsay made to clear up the platters. But he held up a hand to stop her. ‘Would you please show my wife her panties,’ he said.

  ‘Of course, sir,’ she said and came to stand by my side.

  Gripping the hem of her maid’s uniform, her crotch right next to my face, she lifted it slowly.

  Suki gasped and so did I. There were my tiny white panties, packed with a huge bulging cock, one hairy ball hanging out the side, and, the undeniable shape of a Prince Albert piercing stretching the cotton.

  ‘Jesus,’ I said, glancing up at the girl’s smiling face.

  She dropped the hem of her dress.

  ‘My wife is hot for your dick,’ Jonathon said and the girl giggled.

  ‘And I’m hot for your husband’s dick,’ Gaynor said, squeezing my shoulder.

  She was a girl, wasn’t she? She looked all girl, nice pair of tits on her. I found myself staring at her chest.

  ‘They’re real,’ she said, cupping her tits through her dress.

  ‘I… I…,’ I swallowed the lump in my throat, ‘I can’t wait to see,’ I said, and I could not deny the wetness between my legs.

  ‘We’re all good to go, then?’ Gaynor asked.

  ‘Of course,’ Jonathon said, ‘whenever you’re ready.’

  ‘Give us ten minutes to freshen up, and then I’ll take you down,’ Gaynor said. They cleared up the platters and left.

  ‘Emma?’ Jonathon said.

  I snapped back to the present and closed my gaping mouth.

  ‘She… he… is halfway through the change,’ he said, ‘decided he liked his tits and shapely figure but didn’t want to lose the dick.’

  ‘Nice,’ I said, imagining what it would be like, fucking a man with tits.

  ‘You can back out, if you want?’ He poured the last of the chardonnay, passed me my glass.

  I took a big gulp of it, then thought of the obvious. ‘Does Gaynor have a dick, too?’

  ‘I fucking hope not,’ he said.

  ‘You can back out,’ I offered.

  ‘All I know is that she’s pierced,’ he said, picking up the rucksack and placing it on the table, ‘and that they both like the idea of being punished by a famous dom.’ He patted the rucksack.

  I laughed. ‘You? Famous?’

  ‘In their eyes, yes.’ He shrugged. ‘Who am I to argue?’

  I finished my wine then grabbed a glass of champagne. My head was swimming and so was my pussy.

  ‘This gonna make awesome film,’ Suki said. She poured the last of the champagne and drank it down. ‘I need drink for this. One won’t hurt,’ she shrugged.

  Ten minutes later we were taken into the pub, behind the bar and out through a side door into an ivy-covered passageway. Gaynor opened the lock on a tall wrought-iron gate, locking it again once we’d all filed through.

  A narrow pathway, shaded by palm trees and ferns, led us to some steep steps where the view of the cove below was just beautiful – and it was deserted.

  ‘Our own private cove,’ Gaynor said as we went down the steps, ‘it costs a small fortune but we get more than enough randy businessmen wanting to rent it out for debauched parties.’

  I pulled my trainers and socks off as soon as we hit the beach. The pure white sand was hot, the turquoise sea calm, and my heart was racing as Lindsay pulled her maid’s uniform off over her head.

  Her bra followed, and so did my panties. The sight of her took my breath away – a lovely pair of perky tits with pointy nipples, and a thick cock hanging between her legs, the piercing through the end of it glinting in the sun.

  Jonathon

  I took the flogger from the rucksack and swiped Emma’s ass with it. ‘Stop gawping and get naked,’ I said.

  She did as she was told, and so did Gaynor. My eyes were on her, wondering what piercings I was about to encounter. I heard them jangling before I saw them. Her tits hung low, weighted down by heavy ring piercings through each nipple, a thick chain connecting the two.

  ‘Spread your legs,’ I told her.

  She did, showing off a whole load of silver rings pulling on her pussy lips – pussy lips that were thick and plentiful. She looked like a woman who had seen a lot of action.

  ‘How does it feel getting fucked with all that silver hanging from your cunt?’ I asked.

  She smiled sweetly at my words. ‘It hurts so nicely, sir,’ she said.

  ‘You like the hurt?’

  ‘Pain is my life, sir. To be fucked by a virile and muscular younge
r man, like yourself, fucked so hard, so, so hard, brings me orgasm after orgasm, often to the point where the pain takes my mind away and I pass out.’

  ‘I see,’ I said. ‘I want your hands by your side, and do not move.’

  ‘Yes, sir,’ she said and assumed the position as I turned my attention to Lindsay.

  Her dick was impressive, and so were her perky tits. ‘And what about you?’

  ‘Sir?’

  ‘What do you like, apart from your dick, that is?’

  ‘I have a thing… about my ass, sir. To be played with, fingers, toys, a fist sometimes, if I can find one small enough, and, to be hit there, sir. Whipped, spanked, caned, all of it.’

  ‘And those pretty little tits?’ I stepped up to her, trailed the flogger’s tresses over her nipples. She closed her eyes to it, opened her mouth to it.

  ‘I like having my tits sucked when I’m balls deep, sir.’

  I nodded, imagining Emma doing just that. ‘Hands by your sides,’ I said, ‘and do not move.’

  ‘Yes, sir.’

  ‘And you, my gorgeous wife,’ I said to Emma. She looked quite the picture with her foxtail plug and nipple clamps. ‘Get in line… in the middle, hands by your sides.’

  ‘Yes, sir,’ she said and went to stand between Gaynor and Lindsay.

  The three of them were sweating already, and so was I.

  I peeled my tee off, threw it to the sand, stepped out of my shorts. All eyes were on me, and so was Suki’s camera. I took it from her. ‘Get naked and get down,’ I said.

  Her clothes joined mine and she dropped to her knees, her little hands gripping my cock as she sucked me hard. Perfect little hands for a fisting, I thought. I stroked her damp hair from her sweaty brow as she blew me.

  ‘You’re such a good girl,’ I said, ‘and I think I need a little helper. Tell me how you like it.’

  She popped my cock from her pretty little mouth and smiled up at me. ‘Rough as fuck, sir,’ she said.

  ‘Right answer,’ I grabbed hold of her bunches and pulled her to her feet, dragged her over to the waiting trio, pushed her to her knees in front of Gaynor. ‘Eat,’ I said, holding the camera close.