Comic-Consent is Sexy: When I was their Plaything [FFM]

So, as I might have implied the last time I posted here, I like nerds. I’m not sure what that says about me, to be honest. Possibly just that I’m a nerd. But anyway, the fact coincides nicely with my Reddit hookup story: you can probably imagine my delight when I saw an r4r ad that ran something like ’30s [MF4F] London – In town for Comic Con, be our third?’

It was a warm Saturday morning in May, I had clearly woken up horny and impulsive, and I sent a message right away.

(I’m sorry, this gets a bit long—the line below is where clothes start coming off.)

My days of finding sex on Reddit are long since over, but even at their height I wouldn’t say I had much luck. I had got off to a rocky start when, maybe a few months before this one, I thought it would be fun to give a blowjob to a man with a cock as long and as wide as my forearm. It felt funny to swallow for days afterward. Deciding I had earned a little reciprocation, I posted a while later asking for someone to eat me out, but I balked at the thought of sorting through two hundred messages from guys who wanted to worship my precious flower until I squirted so much that they drowned and went to heaven where, they tended to assume, they’d just find my pussy waiting for them again anyway.

So I was only cautiously optimistic that this time would be different; I sent a pretty modest message introducing myself, then decided to go out for brunch and forget about it, since they’d probably pick someone else anyway. It was a pleasant surprise, then, when in the early hours of the afternoon I had a polite, very enthusiastic reply to my message—evidently I had done something right—along with a verification photo of them in their full cosplay get-up. They were, as far as I could tell, a good-looking couple: her with long red hair which I suspected was a wig, him slim, strong-jawed but slightly boyish, with a short and scruffy beard.

(I know it’s a bit of a major omission, by the way, but I’m afraid I didn’t recognise who they were cosplaying as: they might have been something from a superhero movie or a game, neither of which I know much about, but aside from her outfit being, I think, one piece and predominantly green, I can’t remember much. Sorry!)

But anyway, they added me to a three-way group chat and we texted, on and off, for much of the afternoon. The conversation flowed pretty naturally—they were funny, they teased and joked with each other a lot, and while occasionally we broached some dirty subjects, and I sent them a mildly suggestive pic as I put on my yoga pants to go to the gym, none of us seemed to feel the need to force anything. When they invited me to have a drink at their hotel, I had almost forgotten why we originally started chatting; for the most part, I was just looking forward to a nice evening.

When I saw them, though, in the bar of a pretty classy hotel near Liverpool Street Station (it has a compass point in its name, if you happen to know the area), it all came rushing back. They’d both changed into casual clothes, and they were gorgeous: both very tall, Jacob scruffily handsome in jeans and a dark t-shirt, with a few bracelets and tousled hair, Anna with as lovely a figure as I had gleaned from their picture, slim but curvy, with really big boobs in a low v-cut top which kept drawing my eyes to them. Though she had taken off her wig, her real hair was also red, in a messy bob cut.

They both hugged me and politely kissed me on the cheek. I was, to begin with, a little bit intimidated by them: they were a good few years older than me, they were married, they probably had a lot of money, they seemed very experienced (I doubt very much that this was their first time doing something like this, although I never asked). I did wonder for a moment what on earth I was doing here: I still didn’t know exactly what these two were into, and for all I knew they could be about to tie me up, spank me bloody and throw me in a cab home. I wasn’t sure if that idea thrilled or terrified me. But, after they had bought me a gin and tonic and we had chatted and relaxed in comfy armchairs for a while, I felt completely at ease, even desired, judging by the way they looked at me. They didn’t even mind when I made the classic British faux pas of asking where in America they were from (they were Canadian—oops).

A part of me was curious as to what kind of married couple would want to do something like this: I was pleased to find that, in addition to being smart and funny and witty, Anna and Jacob were clearly extremely happy with each other, very affectionate and giggly. Gently lubricated by the alcohol, I felt the initial sensation of butterflies in my stomach move steadily downward, until it was settled firmly between my legs. When Jacob asked ‘so should we have another drink here? Or in our room?’, it was all I could do not to jump out of my seat immediately and say ‘in your room, please!’, but I think from my nervous smile it was obvious enough which one I wanted.

It occurred to me, as we got up and walked through the dark, busy hotel bar and, eventually, toward their room, that there was nothing ambiguous about what we were going to do. They had arrived together, I had arrived alone, and as Jacob led the way, Anna shamelessly reached out, first to brush some strands of hair out of my face, then to guide me gently with her hand in the small of my back. I was clearly here to be their little plaything for the night; everyone in the hotel knew it, and I didn’t care in the slightest.

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Back in their room, Jacob made for the minibar and relaxed in an armchair.

‘Don’t wait for me,’ he said.

‘Are you okay with that?’ Anna asked me.

This began what was, I thought, an adorable pattern: Jacob would say or do something, and Anna would, gently and reassuringly, ask if it was okay with me. Somehow it seemed like a window into the dynamic of their love, a kind of ‘I let him think he’s in charge, but really I am’, thing. Maybe that’s weird, but I thought it was cute. There was also something really sexy about it, both Jacob’s quiet confidence and Anna’s caring approach; again it seemed to remind me that I was here to be their pet, and that they treated their pets very nicely indeed. I didn’t say no once, but I quivered with excitement whenever Anna asked me again to say yes.

I had barely finished nodding when Anna asked ‘can I kiss you?’, but frankly I was already reaching for her.

We kissed deeply, hungrily and a little bit extravagantly, knowing that Jacob was watching us, and gradually our hands started to get the feel of each other’s bodies: I ran my fingers through her hair, she tinglingly stroked my back with her fingertips; I slipped my hands under her top at the back, she grasped my hair and kissed my neck; I slid a hand into the deep cut of her top and inside the cup of her bra, and she started to unbutton my jeans. Her breasts felt far too big and heavy for my hands to manage, and her nipples were broad and soft under my fingertips. We realised that we were both wearing understated, slightly lacy and matching black underwear, and smiled about it.

(by the way, I had worn a Futurama t-shirt as a nod to my own nerdy side, and I did pause to wonder why hers, the largest boobs, didn’t simply eat all the other boobs)

‘I think she wants you to eat her out,’ I remember Jacob saying, mainly because this was when I realised how dumb I’d been not to notice his Canadian accent.

‘Do you?’ Anna asked me. By this point my jeans were around my ankles and Anna’s fingers, alternately soft and firm, were rubbing me through the fabric of my panties. I said ‘yes’ pretty breathlessly, and she guided me backward onto the bed. I watched her as she slid the last of my clothes down my legs, and as she reached back and unclasped her bra; her breasts really were lovely, big and full and teardrop-shaped (kind of everything mine aren’t, to be honest). I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, that Jacob was starting to touch himself as he watched us, but soon my eyes were rolling up to the ceiling, and then closing, as Anna started to apply her tongue to me.

She really knew what she was doing. She started achingly slowly, drawing her broad and softened tongue upwards through my lips, applying the tiniest of flicks to my clit. She made clear that she wasn’t in any kind of hurry, kissing and nibbling my inner thighs playfully. She ran her tongue in ever-narrowing circles around my clit, at which point I was breathing deep, shuddering breaths, pinching and pulling at my nipples as Anna tightened her own grip on my thighs.

I must have batted my eyelids open at some point, because Jacob, whom I had last seen casually playing with his cock in the chair in the corner of the room, had lost his clothes and was now standing over me, next to the bed. He was still stroking his cock, only it was now centimetres from my face, and I also noticed how flat and hard his stomach was, how pronounced that cute little downward v. Anna paused for a moment and lazily circled my clit with her thumb.

‘Do you want to suck Jacob’s cock, Lottie?’

This time I didn’t say anything at all—I just shifted my upper body slightly in Jacob’s direction and reached for it. He had a really nice cock, rock-hard and ruler-straight, girthy without being too big. The position we were in was slightly awkward at first, so I ran my mouth up the underside of his cock, stroking it from close to the base as I teased the place just under the tip with my lips and tongue. He shifted slightly and his cock slipped into my cheek and then quickly down to the back of my mouth. This was, I’m sure, about the moment I came for the first time: with my mouth full of Jacob’s cock, his hand now grasping the back of my neck and his fingers splaying into my hair, and Anna’s tongue back on my cunt. My mouth being full, I moaned somewhere deep down in my throat.

I fell back off Jacob’s cock for a moment to gasp deeply, and while I did, Anna came up to lie alongside me; as I recovered and regained control of my legs and my breathing, she leaned across me and took him into her mouth. I lay there mesmerised and watched her enthusiastic lips and tongue around him, then reached up a little awkwardly to cup his balls. He abruptly switched back to my mouth, and Anna playfully bit my nipple.

‘Do you want him to fuck you?’ she asked me after a moment, and I said ‘mmf’ with the slightest nod, because he was already fucking my mouth. He said ‘just a second’, or something, and went off to find a condom, which gave me time to roll toward Anna and give her some attention. I was obsessed with her boobs, and I grasped and licked them hungrily, taking each of her big, round nipples into my mouth in turn. I slipped my hand down between her thighs—she had the most amazingly precise, perfectly straight russet-brown landing strip, and I felt like she was putting my modestly-trimmed pubic hair to shame—and she sighed and moaned softly as I traced her clit and eased my fingers into her.

As I’m sure is clear by now, Jacob was definitely the more laid-back and retiring of the two. But Jesus, the man could fuck like an absolute machine. He took my thighs in his hands and turned me onto my back again; I thought he might be the kind of guy to tease me a little and start slow but, seeing that I was dripping wet, he quickly, authoritatively slid his cock into me. He fucked me with long, hard and luxurious strokes, slightly altering the angle until it was just right and I yelped with pleasure.

I tried, as best I could, to go on pleasuring Anna as Jacob fucked me, but to be honest I’m sure I did a terrible job of keeping up any rhythm or focus. After a while, I think she propped herself on some pillows next to me, one hand playing with my nipples or brushing the hair out of my face, and the other one between her legs: I got the feeling that she just was thrilled to watch her husband fucking another girl, and wanted a good view. I started playing with my clit as Jacob went on fucking me deeply, and soon I was coming again, an orgasm so long and deep that I was practically convulsing.

My sense of time got fuzzy, and I lost track of how many hours passed: it was that kind of spiritually-intense, lingering sex that doesn’t happen to me very often, where I doubt I could even have told you my own name or what day of the week it was. I greedily flipped onto my hands and knees and Jacob graciously fucked me again from behind. At some point Jacob took an understandable break and I slowly, luxuriously buried my face in Anna’s pussy, and she turned out to be exceedingly vocal. Of course, I got my own turn to feel like a voyeur, and I sat back in the armchair, sipped another gin and tonic and watched as Jacob playfully slapped his wife’s big, round ass and fucked her until she screamed.

Eventually, I had wriggled my way back onto the bed. Jacob was fucking Anna from behind, and I half-lay at the head of the bed, Anna’s mouth back on my pussy. She had two fingers inside me this time, her lips and tongue giving my clit their fullest attention. I like to imagine that the quality of the view had something to do with it when Jacob’s breathing deepened, his eyes closed, and he let out a long, guttural gasp as he pulled his cock out of Anna to cum. I don’t know if he meant this, but I swear he came in a great arc which practically covered us both—some of it hit my face, some ran down my breasts and stomach, and most probably ended up on Anna’s back and her ass. Ever the lady, Anna made sure I came again—though it didn’t take much—and licked away an errant strand of cum running down the inside of my hip bone.

We lay there for a while in a sticky mess, our bodies close together, all of us breathing deeply. Jacob made some quip, I think, and we laughed. I have to admit, I didn’t really know what the right thing to do was in this situation (do I get dressed and leave immediately?), but Anna was the first of us to get up. She just said ‘come on’, and she took my hand and walked me to the bathroom, all dark tiles and glass and sultry lighting, where she turned on the shower. She checked the temperature of the water with her hand and stepped in with me, then she squeezed some shower gel into her palm and proceeded to lather up and thoroughly massage my whole body. It felt incredibly nice—her hands were gentle, but with a reassuring firmness of pressure—and in its own way it was just as intimate as what happened before (actually, she even reminded me to pee beforehand, which might be TMI but which I thought was sweet).

Anna even took a towel and helped me dry off. I don’t know if she sensed that I had been a bit shy before or just felt like saying it, but at one point she said ‘you’re beautiful, you know’, in so offhand and casual a way that it sounded like she really meant it. Frankly, I was a little overwhelmed, not really with what she said but with the warmth and the kindness with which she was handling me.

Back in the room, Jacob had put his boxers and t-shirt back on and he was lying back on the bed.

‘Do you two want to watch a movie?’ he asked.

Maybe it was because I knew they had another day of intense cosplaying to wake up for, maybe I was feeling sleepy, or maybe I just felt like I wouldn’t get another chance to go out on a high. But I was wary of overstaying my welcome, and I demurred. They both asked me if I was sure, and I said yes. I still wonder, sometimes, what else might have happened if I changed my mind.

I told them I’d had a lovely time, I finished dressing, and I sat on the edge of the bed to lace up my shoes. Jacob asked if I’d like him to walk me to the station, but I told him I’d be fine. I walked alone through the warm summer evening air, until I got on the Tube and flopped into a seat; I remember that my hair was still a bit damp and smelling of Aesop shampoo. I sent them a text as I rode the few stops home.

‘Thanks for a lovely evening. If you ever get tired of staying in that shithole while you’re in London, you can always crash at mine.’

(I have, of course, changed the names here, but on the vanishingly-small chance that you read this and recognise yourself and your spouse, my offer still stands.)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hjx3l5/comicconsent_is_sexy_when_i_was_their_plaything