I know about that thing you do

“I know about that thing you do!” she said, starting to feel the liquid courage from the vodka cranberry coursing through her veins. She did that girl thing where she covered her mouth when she smiled, almost giggling.

“What are you talking about, Anita?” I knew exactly what she was talking about.

“You know, that thing you do with Susan, in the bedroom. She says it is incredible.”

“I’m not really sure you’ve got your story straight, Anita. Susan would not talk about our love-making like that.” I used that word purposefully, love-making. I wanted to conjure sweet, passionate, vanilla sex in her mind.

“Well, she won’t go into detail, but she says you do things differently than other guys. She says it is the most amazing thing she’s experienced. She said I should try it,” getting close to me and touching my arm.

“With me?” I asked, feigning incredulity and shocked. “I don’t think that’s what she meant.” That is totally what she meant.

We both thought Anita was sexy as hell. Most guys would probably say she wasn’t much to look at, but they quickly change their tune once they see her out of the office. She exchanges frumpy, sweaters for tight, black dresses. Her curves are in all the right places: hips for days, ass for weeks, and a nice set of tits she kept on display. She may not be anywhere close to a six-pack, but she is confident as hell. There’s a tiger locked up in there, just begging to be released. You can smell it on her. Years of repression by her conservative upbringing have built a thick cage, but as she’s gotten a older the beast has grown. The bars are wearing thin against its fight. I want to set it free.

This is the tricky part. I’ve got to feed her enough hidden encouragement while seeming to be fighting against my true desires. She needs to come willingly into the taboo jungle, not feeling like she was led there to the proverbial slaughter.

“Well, I know she has to work late tonight. She said to find you at the party and that you would take care of me.” Ah, the clueless damsel in the wild play. I know it well, and I like it. Anita’s version even came complete with the “dumb blonde head tilt and hair twirl”. She played it well, and even added a sexy lip bite. The game is afoot!

“I can certainly make sure you have a good time, at the party, Anita. I’m sure Susan would want me to look out for you.” Carefully chosen wording is crucial for the mind-fuck to be successful. I repeated her phrasing, and non-committally added to what she was saying. I even put my arm around her shoulder for a side hug. Physical contact without an overtly sexual overtone deepened the ploy. She looked a little disappointed that I didn’t seem to be going for her bait.

I made sure she didn’t drink too much since I wanted her at full command of her faculties when the time came. “Hey, we don’t want some guy taking advantage of you later. You better switch to something else.” She followed that advice.

We spent the next little while skirting the subject, talking about sex-adjacent subjects and making the occasional innuendo or straight out inappropriate remarks. The flirting, the orchestrated “accidental contacts”, and the compliments. The compliments are maybe the most important part. It keeps their eyes on the prize, while throwing them off your scent. It’s what you’re thinking, but you make it about someone else. “Your ass looks great in that dress! I’m sure the guys are just dying to give it a smack.” She blushes and self-deprecates.

Suddenly, the night takes a turn. She’s paying a lot of attention to her phone. Her face changes countenance. She looks frustrated, worried, and upset as she furiously clicks away text message after text message. I hope it isn’t that dumbass ex-boyfriend of her’s. He comes sniffing around every once in awhile. That’d certainly kill any lady boners I’m manage to arouse so far tonight.

“Fuck!” She throws her phone down on the table and starts rubbing her temples. “What’s up?” I ask, genuinely concerned. I want to fuck her, but she is someone I care about after all. “My roommate just informed me that the check she wrote for utilities bounced. Now, our power is off until she can get it straightened out!” Yahtzee!

“Well, hey, stay at our place tonight. Susan won’t mind, and you know she would certainly insist. It’s too cold to stay in a place with no power.” Concerned look, check. Platonic shoulder squeeze, check. “Are you sure? I don’t want to be any trouble.” “Positive!” I said assuringly. “We’ve got the extra bedroom, and you can go home for a change of clothes in the morning if you need to. I’m sure Susan has something you can wear to bed.” She would not be needing that.

“Well, OK.” Anita said as she looked relieved.

A short time later, we agreed to ditch the party and said our good-byes to the host and other friends. Off we went on the short drive to my place. She had Ubered there, so she just rode with me. It was time to start the sexy simmering again.

“Whoa! The skirt is about to give me a free show I don’t think you were intending,” I chuckled. “But I like what I see.”

“Easy now, Cowboy, you don’t want to start something you won’t finish.” She gave me her best bedroom eyes that hid a bit of uncertainty.

I nodded and bit my lip. “How do you know you are the one who hasn’t started something you won’t finish?” I cocked one eyebrow as we continued the drive. The heated leather seats weren’t doing her any favors as she tried to hide her arousal. I noticed her squirming the rest of the way home.

We got into the house and settled down for a few moments. She put her things in the bedroom and I gave her some shorts and a top to wear to bed. As she was changing, I laid out a few things in the living room.

I hear her come out of the room and walk this way. As she comes around the corner she notices my concealed array of goodies. “What on Earth is that?” she gasped.

“This is what you asked me about earlier tonight. That thing I do. Under this sheet are a few of my favorite toys. Make no mistake, they are fun, but they are not to be taken lightly. You will get hurt, but you you will love it.” I moved towards her. “I want you to know you have a choice, this is about you giving me your consent. I will do my best to explain and communicate with you, but you must do the same with me. If you are unsure, ask. If you are uncomfortable, say no. You will be safe, but this will involve some risk. This is about pushing your boundaries to reach new kinds of pleasure. Are you still interested?”

“I think so. But, what about Susan? Is she going to be OK with this?” She stood there timidly biting her nails, hoping the answer would be yes. I could tell she was still apprehensive, but willing.

“This is something we’ve discussed and fantasized about. It isn’t the way we’d hoped it might go some day, but it will be fine.” I assured her. “You two have fantasized about me?” her voice rising a bit indicating her pleasure and intrigue. “Yes, now let’s make it come true.”
I removed the sheet to show her my collection. I took her through the paddles, the spoons, the canes, the restraints, and a few of my favorite sensation toys. I explained how each produced its own unique type of pleasurable pain. From stings to thuds and from dull to sharp, I walked her through what each one did. I explained “Red” and “Yellow” and we set up visual safety signals. I asked her if there were any places off limits to touch, she said no. “Now, once we start, I am in control. I may ask you to stand a certain way or hold your head a certain way. I will need you to do that, and that it has a purpose. Know that I have your safety foremost in my mind, and your pleasure is secondary. I will not risk your life or limb for an orgasm. But, I want you to be open to pushing your limits. Don’t be afraid to use your safe words, and remember I can’t read your mind. Be honest and err on the side of caution if you are unsure.”

I asked her to pick three implements she wanted to try. She picked a small cane, a set of wooden spoons, and a paddleball paddle. Then, her eyes found the blindfold and the nipple clamps and lit up. “Can we try those, too?” she asked giddily.

“Certainly!” I was happy to oblige that request.

I led her to the spare bedroom, a place she has slept dozens of times, but she was about to see it in a new light. I flipped up the Murphy bed to reveal a St. Andrew’s cross with attachment points. Then, I removed the quilt that was covering up the spanking bench. Her eyes widened with surprise.

I took her from behind, kissing her neck and rubbing her arms. I felt her tense, then relax and settle back into my body. I wanted to give her a normal beginning to ease her into things. Her ample ass began grinding into my stiffening cock. I can’t wait to put some marks on that later. My hands find my way down to her hips, I pull her into me a little closer. I continue to kiss her neck, and work in some biting on her shoulders and nibbling on her ears. My hands work their way back up to her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra beneath the tank top I’d given her. I begin massaging them through the thin fabric, Her nipples respond to my hands by becoming erect. They were thick like pencil erasers. I pinched them between thumb and forefinger, giving them a little twist. She moaned and reached her hand around to rub my cock through my pants. I pull her shirt off, freeing her heavy-hanging breasts. They were firm and had some weight to them. I spun her towards me and pulled her close. I reached up and wound my hand into her hair. I pulled her head back and planted a kiss on her full lips. We kissed and let our tongues entwine and dance over one another’s. I then kissed my way to her neck where I worked in some biting, then to her thick nipples. I licked and sucked on them feeling them change and harden under my tongue. I bit them, softly at first then harder. She inhaled sharply as the pleasure pierced her body. I quietly got the nipple clamps and rubbed the cold steel over her skin. I traced the outline of her breasts and areola before opening them up and placing each nipple between the alligator clips. I slowly released them, allowing them to close on her puffy nipples slowly. She gasped in pleasure as she adjusted to their sharp, constant pain. I let her body adjust as I rubbed her breasts lightly. She felt a sharp increase in pain with even those very slight movements.

“Look at me! Does that feel good?” She could only nod her head. “OK, get ready. This is going to hurt. Remember your safe words.” I grabbed the chain and pulled it firmly, but not not very far. She winced and gasped as the pain shot through her body, radiating from her nipples. I pulled a little harder. “Yellow!” she whimpered. I eased up a bit to let her adjust. Her breathing returned to normal, and I pulled up on the chain causing it to quicken again. It wasn’t as fast or shallow as the last time. “Tilt your head down. Open your mouth.” She obeyed. I put the chain in her mouth. “Close it.” She did, pulling slightly more on the chain. She winced, and moved her head pulling a little far on the chain. She quickly learned that lesson and returned her head to a position to lessen the pulling. “Move your head up until the pain is almost too much to bear.” She moved her head slightly and I could see the pleasure of the pain in her face. “Look at me!” She did. “You can move your head up just a little more for me. I know you’ve got it in you.” She narrowed her eyes and raised her head just a hair more. I could see this was her limit. “Good girl,” I cooed. I begin massaging her breasts lightly and pinching her nipples. The sensations pushed her over the edge. I had not noticed the growing wet spot in her panties. “Let go of the chain.” She moaned as she dropped it. The small orgasm swelled in her body. As it passed, I slowly removed the clamps and rubbed her nipples. I sucked them and kissed them as the pain subsided. She ran her fingers through my hair and pulled my face deeper into her breasts. They were very sensitive.

“Are you ready to move on?” I asked after a few more minutes. She nodded her agreement. I moved her towards the end of the spanking bench. I asked her to try bending over it, straddling it, and several other options. She chose to stand at the end and place her chest on the padded top, resting her hands on the arm rests.

I took out the implements she had chosen and laid them out on the table. I rubbed her voluptuous ass, getting it warmed up for the beating to come. Occasionally, I would slide down and tease her pussy with my finger. “Are you ready?” I asked. “Mmm hmm,” she moaned. “That’s ‘Yes, Sir’!” I barked as I spanked her ass for the first time. I couldn’t tell if her squeal was surprise or pleasure. “Are you ready?” I asked again. “Yes, sir!” she half moaned. I lightly spanked her, increasing the strength of my swats. With each one she let out a little yelp. It died down as she got used to them, that’s when I’d step it up a little more. “OK!” I said, “Get ready for the next step.” I reached over and took the thin cane. I ran it over her ass. It clenched slightly every time I took it away, as she prepared for the strike that didn’t fall. Finally, I swatted her gently followed immediately by rubbing away the stinging with my hand. Followed by another, and another. Each followed by my hand rubbing the red area on her buttocks to soothe the sting. With each swat a little noise. As I increased intensity her noises increased to match. “Are you ready for me to step it up a bit?” She moaned, “Yes, Sir,” softly. I responded with a flurry of lashes on her ass and the back of her thighs. Quickly, firmly, but being careful not to hit too hard. She squealed a constant squeal as I landed blow after blow. “Yellow!” She finally screamed. I eased up just a bit and kept going for a few more seconds. I stopped and rubbed her red, welted ass and thighs. I knelt down and began kissing her welts. I slightly spread her feet apart to gain access to her pussy. I rubbed her outer lips, and could feel the heat emanating off her vagina. I parted her outer lips and found her wet. I kept rubbing, she began to lightly moan to let me know I was hitting the right spot. I wanted to do something that felt a little more traditional to bring her back a little. I rubbed and found her clit, it was swollen and her body reacted when I first touched it. I began rubbing, only brushing the edge of it with the sides of my fingers with each pass. She began squirming to meet my rubbing. I began focusing directly on her clit, swirling my fingers over it. Her moaning became louder. As she was reaching a frenzied state of please, I began lightly spanking her ass with the paddleball paddle. It momentarily caused a disconnect for her as her mind adjusted to the juxtaposition of these stimuli. It brought her down a bit, but as I continued to spank harder and rub her clit she quickly returned to her near-orgasmic state. As I struck one of my harder blows, her body began shaking. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck meeeee! Oh fuuuuuuck! Yes! Oh, god that is amazing!” She screamed as the orgasm flooded her body with pleasure. I kept rubbing her clit as her orgasm continued to wash over her body. She kept moaning as it subsided and I stopped rubbing her clit.

“We’ll save the wooden spoons for some other time,” I said. “Yes, sir,” she said. “Good girl. Now are you ready to service my cock and get your treat for doing such a good job?” “Yes,sir!” she said with a renewed excitement. She popped up on her feet, and came in to kiss me. “Wait a minute!” she said, as if she’d just had a brilliant idea, which she did. She stepped over to her purse and applied a fresh coat of Red Lipstick. When she returned, I stopped her. She looked disappointed and confused. “On your knees,” I commanded. “Yes, sir,” she acquiesced as she knelt before me and an understanding look crept onto her face. I’ll be honest, I had fantasized about this exact moment, many times. She undid my pants, and let them fall to the floor. She rubbed my cock through my underwear, getting me harder with each stroke. She pulled them down, and looked up at me with an excitement on her face for what was about to happen. My cock twitched as her lips met my head. She swirled her tongue around the engorged head, her lips kissed it, and then she parted her velvety lips and I watched my cock slowly disappear into her mouth. The fresh application of the Red Lipstick left a distinct mark at the base of my cock.

She is doing amazing things with her tongue as my cock moves in and out of her mouth. Suddenly, I felt another set of hands move around my waist and a body press against my back. Susan’s voice reached my ears. “Our little plan worked like a charm didn’t it?” Anita popped my dick out of her mouth and nodded her head as she continued to stroke my shaft. Susan slipped around me, already naked. She joined Anita on her knees and the two shared my cock. Their tongues danced up and down my shaft and around my head. They seemed to fight over whose turn it was to put me in her mouth.

“I’m going to cum,” I managed to eek out in my ecstasy. Anita pushed Susan to the side and exclaimed, “This is my treat! I earned it.” She took my rigid member into her mouth as far as she could, her nose buried into my trimmed pubic hair. I shot my load into her throat. She swallowed my pearly gift, with a drop dribbling out onto her chin. She quickly lapped it up after I withdrew my still-twitching man-meat.

Susan stood up and kissed me deeply on the lips, and I began massaging her breasts. She pulled away, “Did you like that, Sir? I’ve been setting that up with her for months. I thought it’d be a nice surprise for you.”

“Yes, you did well, babe. Well played. Now, what about her?” We turned our attention to Anita who was still on the floor. “Well,” Susan said, “I’ve got a pussy that needs some attention.” “Get over here,” I commanded Anita. “Our safe words still apply, if there something you don’t want to do or get pushed too far.” She nodded. “Now, I’m going to shove your face into her pussy. You’re going to lick it like you’ve been poisoned and it has the antidote.” “Yes, sir,” she said with a delighted look in her eyes.

Susan sat down in a chair and spread her legs. She began rubbing her pussy, getting it ready for Anita to pleasure her. I grabbed Anita by the hair and lifted her up onto her knees. I walked her over to Susan. “You want that pussy don’t you?” I asked forcefully. “Yes, sir,” she said. “Are you ready to please her, like you did me?” I asked as I pulled her slightly away from me. “Yes, sir I am. I want to please her.” I pushed her face into Susan’s waiting slit. I held her head there for a moment, taking in the beautiful sight. Anita began licking and sucking on Susan’s pussy. Probing the folds of her box with her tongue. I can see Susan’s wetness building as she moaned. I let go of Anita’s hair and Susan immediately grabbed her own handful of hair and shoved Anita deeper into her mound. I can see her licking Susan’s clit, occasionally sucking it into her mouth. Susan’s moaning get deeper, and her breathing gets faster. Anita doesn’t quite know what’s about to happen. I sat on the edge of the spanking bench. I’m getting hard again and I start stroking my cock. Susan looks over at me jerking my stiffening member and that sends her over the edge. I hear Anita’s surprise as her face is filled with Susan’s juices. I guess Susan didn’t tell her about being a squirter. I chuckle to myself. Like a champ, Anita keeps lick and sucking away. I get down and start working my finger into her tight box as Anita licks her clit, flicking it with her tongue. I pump my fingers in and out of her slowly, but start building speed. Anita begins swirling her tongue around Susan’s clit, and I can feel Susan start to buck against my fingers. I can tell she’s getting close to cumming again. I lean up and start sucking on her nipple, and lightly biting it. I know the combination of sensations will put her over the edge. It wasn’t long before her body began shaking and I felt her juices flowing over my hand. I slowed by finger fucking as her orgasm subsided. I looked down and saw Anita’s face covered in Susan’s cum. I grabbed her hair and kissed her so I could taste my girlfriend on her lips.

Susan got up from the chair. “My turn!” she snapped, and lowered the Murphy bed. She turned to Anita, “You! Get your ass on that bed. I want to return the favor.” Anita crawled to the far corner of the bed, lay on her back, and spread her legs. He pussy was already wet and the red marks on her ass and thighs were still there. Susan crawled between her legs, and began kissing her thighs and around her slit. “Raise that ass up, so I can fuck you,” I told Susan giving her a quick slap on her muscular butt. She obliged and I got on my knees behind her. I reached down and rubbed her pussy, spreading her wetness around. I eased closer and teased her with the head of my dick by running it up and down her meaty lips and onto her clit. I did that several times before she started wiggling her ass, letting me know she was ready to be fucked. I pushed my rod into her, about half way. She moaned as I began to pump her slowly. Meanwhile, I have a great view of what Susan is doing to Anita. She was going to town, licking, sucking and finger fucking her. I could tell Anita was enjoying it. Susan was tongue-fucking her and playing with Anita’s clit with her thumb. The rhythm of my pounding made both girls’ bodies jiggle as I slammed into Susan’s ass. They were both moaning and their breathing was getting more rapid. I could tell Anita was getting close to orgasm as she looked into my eyes and smiled. It was Susan who came first, her wetness rushed over my cock and balls as I continued to fuck her harder. Anita was close behind. She came after Susan worked her finger into her tight hole. Susan wasn’t done though. She kept doing what she was doing until Anita came a second time, this time with more vulgarities and screaming than the last. I felt my balls tighten up as I was getting ready to cum. I pulled out and stroked my shaft a few times before my sticky stream shot forth onto Susan’s ass and back. Much to my surprise, Anita jumped up and cleaned the last few drops of cum off my dick.

“Thank you and you’re welcome, sir,” she said as she smiled at me.

“Did you enjoy yourself? Was it what you expected?” I asked.

“Oh! It was even better than expected,” she said bouncing on her knees.

“I can’t wait to come back and try the spoons,” she giggled. “Me neither,” I smiled. “Maybe next time it won’t take so much planning,” I said as I slapped Susan on the ass. The three of us laughed before collapsing onto the bed, entwining ourselves into a Gordian knot of appendages, and falling asleep.

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