by Drew Sera
I pulled my finger out of her ass and gave her entrance one more lick before spitting directly on it. I shoved a pillow under her ass and lined my cock up with the wad of my saliva that covered her entrance I’d soon be piercing. Taking hold of her hips, I impaled her ass.
“Ah! Oh, fuck! Shit, Blake!”
I remained still as I watched my wife’s head writhe from side to side. Her arms and legs were now pulled tight against the restraints, and her hips began to move. Knowing my cock was lodged deeply in her ass, I leaned forward and gripped the headboard.
“That’s it, take my cock up that ass, my dirty slut.”
A huge smile decorated Cathy’s face, and she nodded while confirming that she was my ‘dirty slut’. She and I always played with names during sex and scenes. Cathy eats it up and thrives on it. I gripped the headboard tighter and began fucking her ass hard. Moans and phrases of pleasure began filling the space in our room, and I could tell when she was about to burst.
“I’m going to fill this ass, dirty slut,” I breathed out between my ragged breath.
I gazed down at her clamped nipples and watched sweat from my forehead land between her breasts.
“Please, Sir! Please fill my ass!”
A few more thrusts and I released my warm seed deep in her ass. I reached down, pinched her clit and felt her orgasm zip through her body as the ring of her muscles that were wrapped around the base of my cock squeezed me. More yelps and moans ripped from her mouth as she came.
With my cock buried deep in her ass, I removed her wrists and ankles from the cuffs. I pulled out and helped Cathy roll over, so the pillow that was under her ass was now under her stomach. I pulled her cheeks apart and smiled at the hint of my white, creamy load that lay just behind the tight entrance.
“Beautiful, my dirty slut.”
I gave her ass cheek a swat and then kissed the spot before getting up from the bed. I went to the dresser and looked at the toy contents inside before quickly settling on a thick, glass butt plug. I sat back down on the bed and tapped on her butt. Cathy knew what was coming and I saw the smile spread across her face. If I come in her ass in the morning, afterward she gets a butt plug of my choice and wears it during the day until I remove it. And of course, we make a production of that as well.
“Part those cheeks.”
Cathy parted them, and I saw my gob of cum start to seep its way out. Not so fast. I spat again right on her hole and pressed the glass plug against her entrance. She cooed and moved a bit.
“My dirty slut wants her plug, hmm?”
“Please, Sir.”
I obliged and pushed the thick plug in and then she removed her hands. I propped myself up on my side while I stroked her back and spent some time coming down together. Soon, Cathy and I moved around our large master bathroom getting ready for our day. I was in the shower when Cathy announced she was going to go start the coffee.
Over breakfast, Cathy continued talking about Kelsie; mentioning how cute she was and playful. Casually, while eating a bowl of fruit, Cathy suggested that I bring Kelsie home today for some afternoon play. For a brief moment, my mind flashed on Kelsie sitting on “daddy’s” cock while having her ass fingered. I sipped on my coffee and glanced at the newspaper.
"Honey, this is nothing more than a day after check-in. Same thing you're doing with the fella this afternoon."
"Blake, you've wanted a ‘little girl’ play partner for so long. Just keep an open mind. She might be very interested in having you as a Daddy Dom," Cathy kissed me and headed out of the kitchen.
Hearing the phrase 'Daddy Dom' made me hard. The mere thought of having that dynamic with Kelsie sent pulsing surges straight to my groin.
Chapter Twenty-Five
March 2003
I parked the car and glanced at the time on the display. I knew I was early. It was 10:50 a.m., but I still got out and headed towards the coffee house that Kelsie picked out. It was at an outdoor shopping area, and I could see how the environment would appeal to a young woman. Fuck, and she was very young, I reminded myself.
Sitting down at one of the outside tables, I glanced at my watch and then looked around. 10:55. When I saw her walking toward me, I felt the same tug in my chest that I felt when I looked at her the past few times. This time she had more clothes on, yet it didn't detract at all. Her face lit up with a smile when she saw me. I stood to greet her and was surprised when she eagerly said hello and wrapped her arms around me. Careful as to not over step my boundaries with her, I wrapped an arm around her and gave her a gentle squeeze.
"Morning, Kelsie. I hope you slept well."
"Yes! I did, thank you."
We headed inside to order our coffees and our chit chat was comfortable while we waited for our drinks. Once they were in hand, we headed back outside to the patio. In the warm sunlight, Kelsie glowed. She was all smiles, and the sunlight seems to bring out lots of light colored strands of her hair.
As she sipped on her coffee, she chatted about loving this location due to the shops and restaurants. Shopping and coffee seemed right up her alley. And my God, I loved listening to this girl talk. The faintest accent popped out here and there, and I had to find out what it was.
"Forgive my interruption, Kelsie, but every now and then I can hear a slight accent. Since the night I met you, I've been trying to figure out what it is."
Her huge smile dropped down into a small smile, and she looked down. I got the impression that I hit a nerve and proceeded with caution. I didn't want to upset her or make her uncomfortable. I reached across the table and gave her arm a pat.
"I didn't mean to offend you; I was merely curious to learn about you. It's a beautiful accent. I enjoy listening to you."
Her smile widened a little, and she brought the coffee cup to her lips.
"Wanna walk?" Kelsie asked me, her tone trying to return to happiness.
I stood and held my hand out. If we’re walking, I was holding her hand. She stared at my outstretched hand, and her big smile returned as she took hold of it. We walked a lot and talked about random things here and there, and I was learning about this little mystery girl.
"Can I tell you something, Sir?" she asked cautiously.
With her tone, I had a feeling she was about to tell me something important and hell; I loved how she held my hand and called me “Sir”. I encouraged her to proceed.
"You probably hear this, like every night at your club, but I still want to tell you." She stopped walking and took her sunglasses off, and for the first time today, I could see into those bright blue eyes. "No one has ever made me feel the way you did last night. I know that all you did was spank me, and I've had that a lot, but this was different. The way you spoke to me was different...the way you spanked me was different...you made me come, and I felt so naughty, but different afterward. I've never wanted to cuddle up next to someone so badly."
This girl was too cute. I knew she wanted to sit with me otherwise she wouldn't have. Brent had warned me that Kelsie says her safe word after scenes to avoid after care. So, I knew since she accepted some form of after care, that she must have really wanted it.
"I was so angry at myself as I drove home because I hadn't even made you come."
"Kelsie, I'll share something with you. In all my years of topping and scening, I had never felt as satisfied as I did last night fully clothed. Last night, our little spanking scene, fueled a fire that I've had deep in me for a very long time, and I don’t let it run free very often. Hardly at all, to be honest."
Her huge smiled appeared, and she squeezed by hand. I nudged us to continue walking, and it was Kelsie who continued to push our conversation in a direction that I wasn't sure I’d ever head in with another person.
"What did you like best about it, or what caused the fire in you?" she asked quietly as we passed other people walking on the sidewalk.
"That could bring on a lengthy answer." I tried to think about exactly how I wanted to answer her. "I enjoy being a discipli
narian, but also a nurturer. Does that make sense, Kelsie?"
"Yes, perfect sense. So, you're a Daddy Dom," she deduced out loud.
Surprised that my voice caught in my throat, I nodded and cleared my throat before confirming her statement. The title 'Daddy Dom' carries a stigma with it that even some in the lifestyle have a hard time grasping. I was grateful that none of my immediate friends found this kink weird or disturbing.
"Do you participate in that kind of scene, often?" she asked.
"No, I don't. Actually, very rarely. I watch them often in the club, but that's mainly the extent of it.”
"I like those kinds of play scenes. It’s where I feel the best. But again, I apologize for not making you come."
"Stop apologizing. It isn't important to me. I had fun spanking you and fingering you until you came. I'm glad to hear you like participating in scenes like that, though."
"Can we play again?" she asked, causing my heart to leap.
"I'd very much like that."
Kelsie was obviously happy about the idea of us playing again, and she shook my hand and arm playfully. Now that I was heavily considering making her a permanent play partner, I wanted to know more about her. Brent had mentioned that Kelsie is rather closed off, but he also said she won't absorb any form of after care. I am starting to feel as though he wasn't really trying with her. I decided to take an approach with her that I thought might work.
"Kelsie, do you like games?"
"Yeah! Are prizes involved?"
"Perhaps. I think we should get to know one another better, so I propose a game. We simply take turns asking one another questions. You have one 'omit' pass, and I have one; meaning we each can avoid answering one question. It’ll be an ongoing game between us. If you think of something to ask, always feel free to ask me. Want to play?"
"Ok," she said after a few moments of silence.
I felt her hand loosen in my hand and tense against mine. Her reactions told me that she has been perfectly in charge of keeping what she wanted in her life quiet and to herself. I've always been fortunate in having the ability to pull info out of friends and loved ones. If something is on their mind, I can usually extract it. My one exception to my track record has been with Anthony, but he wasn't my focus now, Kelsie was.
"I'll go first. How did you get involved in the lifestyle?" I asked her this general question that many ask and answer with potential play partners.
"I ran with an older crowd back home. I went to parties...dared to try things...liked some of the things and they just sort of stuck."
Fair enough and I already knew my next question for her.
"How about you?" she asked.
"I've been into kinky things ever since I can remember. I was rather experimental in my college years and visited various kink clubs. I knew that I wanted to open a club of my own."
We sat down on a bench and leaned back against the wood slats.
"You mentioned running with an older crowd back home. Where is home, Kelsie?"
I was dying to know this because I hoped it would give me the answer to where her slight accent originates from. She was quiet, and though she was looking at me, I felt like she was daydreaming.
"Amsterdam."
"As in the Netherlands?" I asked, hoping my voice didn't make me sound like an idiot.
Kelsie nodded, confirming my geographical intelligence. I now had tons of questions sitting on my lips. I smiled warmly at her. She seemed nervous, and I was hoping she'd relax.
"The lovely accent is Dutch," I stated as she nodded.
"My turn. How long have you been married?"
"Cathy and I have been married almost nineteen years. I was thirty when we married."
"How did you end up in America?"
"Pass."
Interesting. I was quickly getting the impression that Amsterdam wasn't a fond place for her, or coming to America wasn’t. I nodded my acceptance of her passing on the question and asked another.
"How long have you been in America?"
"I was nineteen."
"What's the kinkiest thing you've ever done?"
I laughed out loud.
"What someone considers kinky, may be completely different than what the next person considers kinky. Mine might be very tame on your scale or very filthy," I prefaced my response to see if she wanted to withdraw her question.
"You've got years of kinkiness on me. My ears can handle it."
“Alright, let me think for a moment.”
I quickly ran through my memory for something I considered one of the kinkiest things in my life. I had a lot of stuff that I could have told her but settled on one of the most amazing times of my life.
“I took a job on a remote farm during the summer of my first year of college. There were a few other college guys that raved about this job. Since the farm was so remote, the job also included free room and board. Great deal, right?”
“Sounds pretty nice,” Kelsie said, and I continued.
“On one of my first nights, one of the other guys told me to go out to the barn around midnight. As I approached the barn, there was a soft glow of light. I went in and saw six girls bound to what I later found out were whipping posts. One of the women was the farmer’s wife and the other women were college aged girls that had also taken the summer job on the farm. The farmer taught the guys how to flog, use a whip and tons of other kinky things. None of the women were forced to be there and any of the college hired hands could quit at any time. I fucked so much that summer. Fucked in the fields each day and fucked in the barn every night. Tied women to hay bales, stuck little butt plugs in them that made them look like a bunny or a fox. That farmer was into a lot of stuff and he loved watching the college guys with his wife. Sometimes the women would be perched on hay bales on the inside of the animal pens with their asses against the fence. They were always bound, of course, and the guys could just go down the line, fucking. This went on for years until I graduated. A few of the girls, one other guy and I graduated all at the same time. None of us had any direction after that and the five of us moved into an apartment. Our kink expanded and we were fucking all of the time. The apartment was full of BDSM furniture and there were chains and cuffs everywhere. I spent every dime I made on new toys for the girls or floggers and other equipment. Crazy time.”
“Oh my God! That sounds amazing. Do you know what happened to any of the people you lived with?”
I nodded and thought back to all of them and smiled.
“The guy and two of the girls opened a BDSM store in L.A. and I married the other girl.”
“Oh wow! That is a neat story!”
I smiled fondly at my memory of Cathy on the farm. Though I fucked all those women almost daily, Cathy had a special place in my heart. And my love for her today is stronger than ever.
Chapter Twenty-Six
March 2003
Kelsie and I had sent emails back and forth over the rest of the week. They were playful in nature, and I began to feel like Kelsie would be a good play partner for me with this dynamic. She seems to crave this kind of attention. All week I couldn't help but think about her and possibly what lay in her past in Amsterdam. Reminding myself that it wasn't my immediate business, I pushed those thoughts away.
Guest night was here again, and tonight Kelsie would be arriving around 8:00 p.m. She and I spoke this week about it and planned a play session. She was going to arrive in a school girl skirt, and I'd take it from there. I hung out in the lobby and talked to a handful of members as they arrived to begin their evening, but I kept my attention on the door.
At 7:55, the little wonder blew through the door. When my eyes fell upon Kelsie, I felt a jolt in my chest. I excused myself from my company and headed toward Kelsie’s smiling face. Her hair was cute with curls, and her makeup was minimal. Adorable.
“Evening, little sub.”
I loved how she reacted to the term of endearment of “little sub.” Her cheeks blushed, and her smile widened. She
liked it. I reached up and tugged on her curled pigtails.
“Ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
After she had checked in at the counter, we crossed the threshold of my club. I took hold of her hand and felt a surge of energy just ricocheted through my body. Kelsie just charges me up. I was surprised by how excited I was about playing tonight. I tried telling myself that this wasn’t anything special, but another play scene. Even though I was telling myself that this wasn’t something that I was excited about, I wasn't buying it. I knew better. I knew how I was feeling and knew that this kind of play was something I craved. I was just trying not to allow myself to get my hopes up.
I led Kelsie to a smaller room where wall units lined the perimeter of the room; they were classy types of lockers and made of rich, dark wood. I went over to the one designated as mine, and pulled from it the rope and riding crop that I wanted. This would be good for now, provided she was okay with it. Turning back around to face Kelsie, I couldn't prevent a smile creeping onto my face as she stood there blushing.
"I'd like to play a little differently than we did last time..."
Kelsie cut me off in mid-sentence and asked, "Are you going to fuck me this time?"
My smile widened. Here's that little firecracker.
"May I speak, little sub?"
Her cheeks flushed again, and she nodded before looking downward and apologized.
"I'd like for us to play with some rope and this crop. Do you have issues with either?"
Realizing that I was trying to have a serious conversation with her about her consent to play, she straightened up and paid attention.
"Both are fine with me, Sir."
Maintaining eye contact with her, I remained silent for a few moments and quietly watched her. She's too cute. Almost too cute for her own good, or mine, for that matter.
"Penetration might be a possibility," I said in a quiet, low tone.