by Blake Haugen
“My coworker arranged a surprise celebration today. I tried to leave early, but it couldn’t be helped, Sir.”
“Do you think your silly work party is more important than my time, girl?” he hissed lowly, holding the back of her neck.
“No, Sir. Certainly not,” she said, looking him in the eye. The muscles at the side of her mouth twitched as she struggled not to smile.
He studied her face as if he was trying to discern her sincerity. Taking her face with his other hand, he smoothed his thumb over her thick bottom lip. “So defiant,” he whispered to himself.
He abruptly let her go and took a few steps back from her. He unzipped his pants, but he left them buttoned. With some maneuvering, his large, pink cock bobbed in the air, its weight too great to allow his cockhead to rise to his navel like his friend’s. Persephone went to her knees expectantly.
“And presumptuous, too. I did not tell you to assume that position. Take off your clothing… slowly. Leave the harness on.”
Persephone did as demanded and stood with her head held high and her arms behind her back. A cool breeze came in from the open terrace doors and her bare nipples hardened. He took notice and lightly pinched the right one.
“Come here, friend,” he beckoned the other man forward as he fondled her. “Come feel her. Are these not the most perfect, rich, chocolate nipples you have ever seen?”
“Mmm, schön,” the guest murmured as he came toward her.
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the reference to chocolate. Her annoyance fled when the friend took her left nipple into his mouth and sucked ferociously while gently kneading the other. Her head dropped back and her eyes rolled for an entirely different reason. Persephone’s gasp alerted her host to her ecstasy and he put a stop to it.
“Wait. We must not give you too much pleasure just yet, my pet. After all, you were late tonight, and you know how much I care about punctuality. Spank ihr, mein Freund. Nehmen Sie sie in die Gästezimmer.”
Persephone didn’t cry out or whimper when the masked, nude man slapped her behind. She followed him down the hall to the dimly lit guest room. At first glance, it looked like any gray toned, snazzy guest bedroom from a modern décor magazine. A built in desk and bookshelves, closets with sliding beige lacquer doors, framed paintings, and a fuzzy gray throw on the full bed made the room seem typical. However, on second glance, a few objects stood out.
Several luxury sex toys made of gold, sterling silver, and glass were grouped together on a low shelf that ran along the wall. Dildos, vibrators, and paddles glistened in the moonlight and she wondered which he would use this evening. Persephone licked her lips in anticipation. She was ready to be pushed to multiple orgasms – to be numb to anything else.
“Don’t get too excited,” her host warned. He pulled her back by her harness and rubbed his hard penis between the cheeks of her plump ass. “You still have to pay for your bad behavior.”
Thies – as the other man was called – promptly retrieved lengths of black silk rope from the closet. He removed Persephone’s harness, tied her hands behind her back, and tied her breasts up while taking time to grope her. Pressured by the lengths of rope, her nipples grew even more erect than before, and she felt a reduction of the circulation in her tits. Her nipples were now hard pebbles and every touch of her breasts reverberated throughout her body.
Thies diddled each one and smirked when Persephone tried to contain a wince. She breathed through his ministrations and felt herself grow wet. He muttered what sounded like swear words in Swiss German and cupped her sex with a large, meaty hand. She fought to maintain her cool while he continued to grunt out rough sounding sentences and finger her pussy.
“Thies says he loves how tight you are. He wants to know if this is you being a good girl, getting all wet like that,” her host translated.
“Yes, Sir,” Persephone whispered immediately.
“I can’t hear you, pet.” He took the opportunity to inflict discipline by flicking just one of her nipples.
“Ooh! Yes, Sir!”
“That’s better.”
Her host switched to Swiss German and she assumed he was translating again for Thies, whose fingers were still knuckle deep in her pussy. The fingers were thick and Persephone fought the urge to moan. As if he’d sensed her increased arousal, Thies pulled his fingers out and shoved them into her mouth. She didn’t need any translation this time. She greedily sucked her juices from his digits as he used his other hand to knead her ass like dough.
For hours, the two men took turns dominating her, pleasuring her, and taking their pleasure from her. When she thought they were done, Thies mounted her from behind, and it wasn’t long before Persephone exploded all over his cock. Her head lifted as her back arched. The ropes of the restraints, her host’s fist gripping her mussed bun, and Thies’ firm hands on her hips inhibited her range of motion. Thies continued to pump into her from behind and her host took the opportunity to start gently pinching each of her nipples.
“Oh!” Persephone cried when she started to feel a sting. He moved immediately to caress, massage, and suck; before he finished she could feel herself building again. No matter how she writhed, there was no escaping the pleasure.
Her host’s hazel eyes were focused even in his extreme arousal. In a daze, Persephone’s eyes flitted open and she saw him staring down at her with intense lust and concentration. She admired his beautiful face and body, but it wasn’t what she saw when she closed her eyes. There were blue eyes and a face she wanted to please; she took her host’s dick into her mouth in an effort to imagine. She breathed through her nose to service him better.
“Oh, my pet, yes!” he growled as he clutched her hair.
Sparkling sensations shot off deep in her channel as Thies jutted faster and harder. Without notice, the sparks multiplied into millions of pinpricks and Persephone was coming. Thies showed no mercy and applied a heavy vibrator to her clit after delivering a sound spanking. She let out a silent scream and the widening of her mouth only served to shove her host’s cock farther down her throat. Her orgasm ran across her tongue and his smooth, hard dick filling her mouth enhanced the sensation. Her eyes watered when another climax began.
“No,” her host commanded, pulling his penis out of her warm, wet mouth. “Open your eyes. I want to see those tears as we come over you, pet.” He barked some words at Thies that Persephone didn’t understand and didn’t really care to. She only cared about the brief respite her pussy got when the men switched places.
“Sir, please,” she groaned, “please, mercy on my pussy.”
“No, you’ll come for me one last time,” he admired her tied body and then rearranged her to face him and straddle his lap. He pushed inside her quickly, but his rhythm started slow – a tease compared to what Thies had been giving. Only minutes before Persephone had pleaded for mercy and now she gyrated herself against him, silently begging for a rougher fuck. Her host picked up on her urgency.
“Oh, so now you want cock, hmm pet? I should punish you for trying to make the decisions, but I don’t want to delay my pleasure ay longer. You want more, eh?” he questioned, bobbing her up and down on his cock. “Thies, gib ihr mehr.”
Thies, who had been stroking Persephone’s hair as well as his cock, moved to pinch and play with her nipples. Her arms were still tied behind her back and she leaned all her weight on her host as the two men worked her to another climax. Before she could get there she was pulled off her host’s lap. She whimpered when he threw her face first on the bed.
“Hah, you didn’t think your last come would be that easy, did you? So naughty, you don’t deserve all this cock you’re getting, do you, pet?”
“No, Sir; you’re very good to me, Sir,” came her automatic reply.
“Yes, I am. Too good. Up, up. Ass in the air, face down. Spread your knees so Thies can prepare you properly.”
Persephone struggled to arrange her body in the way he demanded. Each time she scooted her legs
closer to her head to raise her ass, her knees drew closer together. It was difficult not to wobble over on her side. Thies solved that problem by holding her steady as he had his fill of her ass. He started by pawing and licking her globes and then lavished her tight, puckered hole with kisses and dips of the tongue. She mewled for more whenever he glazed a particularly sensitive spot.
Cold lubricant became warm as Thies fingered her clenching ass. Persephone could no longer form words and put up no contest when Thies replaced his fingers with his sheathed cock. She moaned when he drew her back flush against his chest. Keeping his place inside her, Thies turned them around and sat on the edge of the bed. He spread his legs and her thighs went with them. She was bound and completely open to her host as Thies pumped his cock in and out of her ass.
Her host took the opportunity to tease her once again, placing the heavy vibrator against her clit. At any sign of orgasm it was removed. Her body shook violently as he edged her along.
“Please,” Persephone cried. She wasn’t sure who or what she cried out for exactly. She just knew she needed release.
“Aufstehen, Thies,” her host gritted out as he jacked his cock. Thies rose to his feet, taking Persephone with him, making sure to spread her wide open for the man that stood before them. Gravity set in and Persephone shouted as Thies’ dick buried itself to the hilt.
“So damn beautiful,” her host murmured as he caressed her face. Carefully, he removed the ropes from her body and came closer so that she could rest against his chest.
“Beg me for it,” he whispered against her ear. His cock was now sheathed and lubed, too. It felt slick against Persephone’s puffy labia as he languidly rubbed against her.
“Please take it, Sir. I need it. I need it so much. Please, let me come. I’ll make your cock feel so good, Sir. Just please give me your cock,” she pleaded breathily as their foreheads touched. She continued whispering all the things he wanted to hear as he entered her. Full in a way she’d always wanted, Persephone threw her head back, draped an arm around each man’s neck, and settled in for the ride.
Her host quickly found the interval on which Thies was stroking and complemented it. Balancing proved difficult, and several minutes later they found the bed. She lay atop Thies, sandwiched as her host fucked her savagely. He was taking her all the way this time. His fervor – the way he squeezed her jiggling breasts, sucked on her neck, and praised her ‘tight little cunt’ – gave him away.
“Come. Come now, my pet. Cover us with your nectar.”
It was all the urging Persephone needed. She felt it all – the hard, masculine hands securing her, the new, hotter juices that flowed from her core, every hair on her head, the cocks that moved in harmony. Her shouts filled the house. The men held her through every spasm and convulsion, making sure they’d wrought every ounce of pleasure from her body.
When she lie between them, limp and spent, they retreated at the eleventh hour. Pulling off their condoms, each man grunted and stroked himself until hot, viscous semen splashed over Persephone’s breasts and belly. Thies refused to let her drift off to sleep. He ripped off his mask revealing a recently shaved head and freckled cheeks. His smiling cherubic face was strange when paired with his hard, muscled body. He dove between her legs and ate the treasure he found there while her host left the bed to retrieve wipes.
After she was wiped down to his satisfaction, Persephone found herself between the two men. Thies remained behind while her host pressed his front to hers. Their legs were a tangled mess.
This type of aftercare was always more tedious than she would have liked. She closed her eyes and tried to place herself in some different reality – one where there was no awkwardness or the urge to flee after hours of incredible sex. She was so caught up in transporting herself that she failed to hear the exchange of Swiss German whispers flying past her head.
“Pet? Did you hear me? I know you aren’t asleep yet,” her host asked quietly. He caressed her full, flushed cheeks.
“Hmm?” Persephone replied absently, opening her eyes.
“We want to kiss you. I know you didn’t put that on the menu, but we were hoping you’d make an exception this once… that would really please me tonight.”
She faked a smile – a convincing one she thought – and made out with him. Thies littered kisses across her shoulders and took her lips when she turned to him. They tasted good, and they felt good, but Persephone felt mechanical as her lips touched theirs. She lie in bed staring at the ceiling long after Thies showered and left.
She showered in the guest room, separate from her host. Each stretch made her blissfully aware of the pain and pleasure she’d endured over the last few hours. She emerged dressed and ready to go at about eleven o’ clock. Upon entering the living room, she saw her host sitting on a sofa in his black silk robe sipping a brown liquor from a crystal tumbler.
“Nelken,” he said sternly when she came toward him.
Persephone stopped abruptly. Her eyebrows scrunched and then rose suddenly as she recalled their safe word. She frowned and paused before speaking. “Um, okay. What’s up, Ric?”
Usually before she left, Ulrich liked to lay her across his lap and pet and lightly spank her for a few minutes. It was a fun cool down after their intense play. It was odd that he was breaking from their scene and roleplay at this point. Ulrich sighed deeply before he swallowed down the rest of his drink, tilted his head back, and then closed his eyes. Persephone shifted as she stood off to his side.
“Perry,” Ulrich spoke at last, “tonight was the last time we play together.”
Persephone was surprised. She looked away from Ulrich as she thought over what she had done this evening. She hadn’t broken any rules – none that she didn’t usually break anyway. She knew she had pleased him. It was a feat for a man of thirty-eight years to come three times in one evening. Though having two men dominate her was one of her ultimate fantasies, it had been Ulrich that brought Thies into their play. He’d revealed no jealously during their kissy, post-coital nap. Perhaps he’d noticed her disinterest in the intimate exchange?
Whatever it was, Persephone found that she wasn’t terribly upset. Ulrich was good – the best she’d had this side of the pond – but she didn’t doubt she could find someone else suitable to scratch her itch in a few months time. That damnable itch; lately it seemed like more of a longing. Pushing that thought aside, Persephone endeavored to be polite.
“Okay. Have you lost interest? Will you be too busy from now on? Have I offended you in some way?” she probed.
He chuckled dryly. “Offended me? Lost interest? I’m almost insulted by that. You surely know how I feel about our time together by now… you don’t have even a hint?”
“Well, you seem as if you like it, but you just told me this is the last time we would be fucking each other, so, yeah I’m a little confused here, Ric.”
“That’s just the thing, Perry. Fucking,” his accent grew thicker. “I think I want more than you’re capable of giving me.”
“Whoa,” Persephone took a seat on the chair adjacent to his sofa. “Wow, um, I thought I was really open and honest about what I wanted. I was, in fact. I said I didn’t want to date. I mean, I care about you as a human being, but I just want to have fun.”
“That’s dishonest, Perry.”
“No, it isn’t! I’ve never hinted that I want anything more.”
“No. When we began our arrangement, one of my stipulations was that we be honest about our experiences and desires. I told you I was a divorcee open to beginning a relationship, but it was not a requirement of the women I play with. All I ask is that they be honest about any other entanglements they have. I was explicit.”
“Yeah, I remember. I’m not entangled with anyone!”
“Who is Vanya?” Ulrich asked pointedly.
“What?”
“Yes, that’s what I thought. Not ‘who,’ but ‘what.’ You know what I’m talking about. You say his name and you don’t even rea
lize it.”
Persephone slumped back in the large, soft armchair. She didn’t bother with shame. “When?”
“Mostly when you sleep, but you’ve slipped while I was inside you once or twice.”
“Oh,” Persephone answered blankly. She was dumbfounded. She’d taken steps to hide the cracks in her façade of well-being in the past years. Excellent performance at work didn’t give any of her coworkers a reason to inquire about her personal life. Smokey eye makeup covered the dark circles that came with sleepless nights and excesses of alcohol. Up to this point, only Timothy had noticed something was amiss. She’d rebuffed his suggestions for counseling, vacations, and a break from the bar scene.
“ ‘Oh’ is right. You must be sick over him with the way you’ve lost weight in the last year or so. I think I could take it if there wasn’t anyone. You’re a young woman, and eventually you’d crave companionship. However, you’re so caught up with this man – he’s ruined things for everyone coming behind him. And then there is the problem of you yourself.”
“Excuse me?”
“Perry we went longer tonight than usual. The alcohol started to sweat through your skin. I’ve asked you not to be intoxicated when we play. I don’t mind if you drink afterward, but you know how I feel about that.”
“A few drinks is not intoxicated, Ulrich.”
“That is not usually true for a woman your size, but even so, we both know it was more than a few drinks,” Ulrich insisted.
“So what if I hold my liquor well?” Persephone retorted.
“Listen to yourself. You sound so childish. You’re not the woman I met a year ago – smart and eager to have fun. When you drink, you go further than you usually would – with me, I mean. I don’t want to push you into something you might regret later. I don’t want to be in the position of doubting your consent and feeling guilty later on.”
“Ric, I’ve never consented to something I couldn’t handle. Ever. It’s my responsibility to let you know if I’ve had enough. You have nothing to feel guilty about,” Persephone stressed.