I liked Anne the first time Leslie introduced me. They are married now and I noticed quickly how different Leslie was with Anne than some of the other gf’s and flings like Diane. With Diane, Leslie was cruel, mean spirited and used my cock like a weapon. Anne came later. With Anne, Leslie dominated her, but treated her like a prize. I played with them much less often than I had with her and Diance and Leslie used my cock as a tool.
I had not done much with Anne. I had felt her a bit and Leslie had made her jack me off at one point, but I hadn’t even gotten a blow job. In fact, Anne could boast that she had never had a penis inside her body. That she was one of the purest lesbians she knew. Tonight would be no different.
As to her “purity.” She teased Leslie about it. She had spunk and I liked that. We’d be hanging out and she’d call Leslie a “stained” lesbian or make fun of the fact that she sometimes fucked me. Of course, Leslie would fire back that one day she’d have me fuck the sub. Still Anne didn’t let herself get cowwed. I was dating Stacy off and on at this time and Anne reminded me of her. Submissive but spirited. I seem to have a type.
*****
Leslie’s style was “business dyke” tall, thin, curly long brown hair, power suits, little black dresses. If you looked at her, you probably wouldn’t guess lesbian, but you’d probably assume she was the type to wear a strap on and sit on peoples faces. She looked like a boss. A dominant. A kick ass mother fucker. She was in pant suit that night and looked liked she was coming from a board meeting.
Anne was Leslie’s type. A bit plump, very “dyke” looking with a short pixie cut sporting at least three different colors on one side and blonde on the other. If you saw her, you would know she preferred pussy to cock. Anne was in looser clothing. Soft cloth pants and a shirt that not only showed her ample cleavage, but made it clear she had no bra on. Her nipples clearly defined under the cloth.
We were on the subway heading towards one of the clubs the ladies loved. It was technically a lesbian dance club, but one of the ones more open to polite men. (Don’t get me started on that subject). We were sitting, Leslie in between us, my hand on Leslie’s thigh, talking about my current love life.
Leslie had promised me sex that night. She had told me that it had been too long since she had real cock in her. She teased Anne, on the train, in front of strangers, that she just couldn’t match real cock with her dildo gag.
Anne had blushed at that, but had shot back “Maybe if Mistress was a real lesbian, she wouldn’t need disgusting man flesh inside her.” I laughed. I liked her even then. I didn’t tell that story when I was the “bride’s man” at their wedding though.
Leslie though, was a bit miffed and got somewhat sulky. Anne began to kiss her neck and murmered sweet nothings into her ear. Leslie wasn’t having it though.
At the stop as we got off and started up one of the stair cases, Leslie looked around, saw there was almost no one around and said “Show him slut.”
Anne paused, saw so clearly that people would see, not just me, but she barely hesitated before she slid her soft pants down and did a little spin for me. She wore no underwear, but she did wear a large plastic butterfly, strapped against her clit with straps on her thighs. It was purple and I knew it on sight. I knew that Leslie would have the remote control to it, the one that made it BUZZ somewhere on her person. I also saw the dildos. One in her pussy and ass. Not a plug, a dildo. As she span she had to sort of keep each from sliding out of her.
I saw a few people staring. We all did. Anne blushed but pulled her pants back up and we hurried out.
“What a slut,” I said mildly.
“Fuck off, hetero skum,” Anne said back.
“Be polite to him cunt,” Leslie said, “with a snap of my fingers I could have you begging for his cock.”
I could almost hear the eye roll in Anne’s voice as she replied, “Yes Mistress, sorry, fuck off Sir Hetero Skum.” I laughed again.
***
The club was, of course, mostly women but with Leslie on my arm no one gave me any trouble. It was loud blaring club music and dark with flashing lights. We got drinks and sat at a table near the dance floor, Leslie pulled out the little purple control and I saw her mess with its dials. Anne almost spilled her drink. We tried to talk a bit over the din, Anne was noticeably distracted by the vibrator. As we talked, Leslie unzipped me and slid her hand in to my pants. As she started to rub my cock, she stared Anne in the eyes. I was a prop. I was a cock to make Anne feel jealous. To make Anne think about her Mistress and cock.
“Are you looking forward to seeing him fucking me later,” Leslie asked loudly.
Anne looked away, she was breathing heavily. Leslie dropped the remote on the table and with the hand that wasn’t stroking my hardening cock, grabbed her submissive by the face, turned her to be eye to eye again and said, “Answer.”
“Yes Mistress,” Anne said, “And no Mistress.”
Leslie turned back to me smiling. “The rule for the night is,” she said, “that Anne gets to choose how many orgasms you have inside me.”
I felt my cock go rock hard in Leslie’s hand. She didn’t slow her stroking as Anne frowned and looked away again.
Leslie continued, “Every orgasm she has tonight, is one you get to have inside me and that she has to clean up.”
I smirked. We had played similar games with Diane when they were still dating. Though, something I knew about Anne already was that she was much harder to get off than Diane had been.
“Wait a minute,” I said and slid my right hand under the table to rub between Leslie’s thighs, “what if she doesn’t come, you did promise me some time with that lovely pussy of yours.”
Leslie grinned, still stroking me inside my pants. “Don’t worry, you get one.” Then her hand was gone and trying to zip me back up.
****
We were on the dance floor after a few drinks. All three of us dancing and bumping into each other. The room was fuzzy from the drinks, the lights dark but somehow flashing, the music pounding through us. Leslie in the middle. Me in the middle. Anne in the middle.
As we ground and slid against each other, we teased and teased and teased.
When Leslie was between us, our hands were on here. Out mouths on her. I sank my teeth (lightly) into her neck as Anne ground into her. When I was between them Leslie would slide her hands over my crotch or forcefully place Anne’s. The whole time, I could feel Anne buzzing.
When Anne was between us though. Oh. You could feel the dildo’s straining against the cloth of her pants. As we ground it forced the dildo’s in and out. In and out. In and out.
I felt the first orgasm hit her after less than 10 minutes. She and leslie were face to face, I was grinding my hard cock into her ass, feeling the dildo shifting whens he began to shudder.
She needed to sit after that and we were back at the booth. This time she was between us. Leslie reached over and unzipped me before sliding Anne’s hand into my pants, then she got drinks.
She set them before us, sat, and under the dark of the table, slid her own pants to her thighs and placed Anne’s hand into her underwear.
I enjoyed the warm, not entirely consenting hand on me and watched, amused, as Leslie slowly turned the dial on the vibrator up and down. Up and down. Anne stiffened and stilled, stroking hard before stiffening again. None of us came and as we finished the drinks we were back on the dance floor.
Dancing again. Anne behind me, the vibrating butterfly buzzing into my ass while Leslie ground on my leg. Then we were spinning and moving and Anne was between us. Facing me, my leg thumping against her, rocking the dildo into her, pushing the vibe hard against her and letting up, hard against her and letting up. Leslie’s hands were sliding up her shirt and playing with Anne’s breasts, she made a biting gesture with her teeth at me and as I sank my head against Anne’s neck to bite, Leslie did the same on the other side.
The poor woman was doomed. The alcohol. The music. The smell of lust int he air. The vibrator on her clit and the violation of the dildos in public where anyone might know and her mistress and a man hurting her. She came so hard that I had to help her back to sit down.
At the table, Leslie was too drunk to even hint at modesty. She dropped her pants to her ankle and pushed Anne under the table. She dropped the remote on the table, pushing Anne’s face into her crotch with one hand and reach back into my pants to stroke me.
Leslie is many things, but she is a lesbian and greedy with her orgasms. She limply rubbed at me as her sub got her off. I was very uncomfortable, but looking around I saw some women watching us, but most were too busy with there own play. I saw women with hands all over each other. Women clearly fingering each other. We were nothing weird. I even saw one woman, brazenly masturbating watching us. She winked at Leslie.
Leslie came to a shuddering orgasm fairly quickly and before I knew it there was no hand on my cock and we were back on the dance floor. Leslie hadn’t bothered to zip me up, and while she had pulled her pants up, they were hanging obscenely. Anne’s face was shiny from Leslie’s pussy and I could smell it on her.
Leslie was between us as the music thudded. She was between us, one hand deep into my zipper, stroking and stroking me as Anne ground into her from behind.
I don’t know if Leslie wanted Anne to feel ignored or felt I deserved more pleasure. But we stayed like that for song after song. Her hand between us and in my pants. Her hand on my cock sliding up and down. My arms around her, on her back, on her ass, feeling Anne’s breasts against the back of my hands. I got close. But I blame the booze more than Leslie’s lesbian hand job skills.
It couldn’t last of course and as the music surged I found Anne between us again. My cock against her ass again. I slid my hands around her stomach and waited for permission from Leslie before sliding them up Anne’s shirt. Feeling her nipples hard between my fingers as I felt Leslie’s leg between Anne’s, grinding hard into her.
As Anne got Close, Leslie pulled me tight against Anne’s back. We pinned her between us as she came and came. Finally we helped her back to the table.
We left soon after. Back in the subway, Anne was clearly close to passing out. Leslie was between us and we necked and touched while Anne slumped onto Leslie’s other shoulder.
“Anne honey,” Leslie said, “Do you really want to see your mistress fucked in every hole. Defiled.”
“No Mistress,” Anne said sleepily, “mostly no.”
“Your going to have to clean it you know,” Leslie said, “lick his cum out of my pussy, off my face, out of my ass.”
Anne gave a shudder. I couldn’t tell if it was disgust or excitement. “Yes Mistress,” she said, “if it makes you happy.”
“Well,” Leslie said, “would you like to protect me from the disgusting cock? Would you save me from it?”
Anne didn’t answer.
“It’s your choice,” Leslie said, pushing, I think we both knew already what the answer would be. “He can take me like a whore. You can watch your lovely mistress defiled. Or you can take my place.”
Anne took awhile to answer. “No,” she said, “I’m not ready for that.”
That night I would do as Leslie had said. One hole after another and watch as Anne dutifully cleaned every inch of her mistress with her tongue. I wouldn’t have Anne for another few months.
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