I had mixed feelings about the prospect. My already stimulated libido seemed to leap into overdrive, but I couldn’t help but think the plan was ill-conceived. Did Marcello have no other friends? Was he oblivious to Janice’s issues, or was he simply being cruel?
Finally he shook his head and said, “I had not realized Janice had become attached to Matt. During our discussion, she mostly complained about the different contortions he put her through.”
“Maybe it’s more about you and me going together?”
“Maybe. At any rate, Matt is expecting us, and I’ll deal with Janice later.” He rose and placed his napkin on the table. “Dress as you’d like, because you will be quickly divested of your clothing once we’re there. Prep like you usually do for play. Remember, you don’t need to think. Just listen to what I say and respond quickly. This is a reward, so no harsh disciplining will take place as long as you submit. Do you understand?”
My body sure knew what he meant and ran miles in front of my mind. My mind, however, balked at the idea of it. I had been the nucleus of two sex parties where I experienced multiple partners, but a ménage à trois seemed more intimate somehow. On the day that Luke proposed to me, he invited a young beachgoer to play, but that ended when it became clear he lacked finesse.
I worried that they might tie me in the weird contortions Janice spoke of and I knew I’d enjoy it much more with someone I knew and liked. However, I cannot lie, the prospect still left me excited and wet.
“Yes, Sir,” I responded, despite my musings.
* * * *
Matt’s condo faced the inland waterways in Fort Lauderdale. Dressed in shorts and a long-sleeved T-shirt sans underwear, I followed Marcello in his usual garb of slacks and collared shirt up the steps to the third floor overlooking the canal.
As soon as Matt opened the door for us to enter, the rock music spilled out into the walkway. There were no introductions. Matt’s impeccably clean, spacious three-bedroom place opened into a living room with black Italian marble floors and the kitchen off to the right. Dimly lit, it had “bachelor pad” written all over it. Where Marcello’s home had the cozy, relaxing aura of a Native American lodge, Matt’s place had all the trappings of a den of iniquity. Black leather couches, black shelving, and black kitchen cabinets and appliances stated loudly, NO WOMAN LIVES HERE. Even the interesting art on the dark brown walls had black framing. His accent color of red could be found in the canister filled with red hots, and in the red pillows strategically placed on the sofa and chairs.
Marcello ordered, “Undress right here and place your clothing on the table by the door.”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied. The colder air in the apartment and the impending play had goose bumps wreaking havoc across my skin. Sexually, anticipation had become my biggest turn-on. The safety of Marcello’s protection gave me the freedom to surrender fully to whatever would befall me.
Matt, like his apartment, appeared austere and masculine in his black running pants, tight black T-shirt and very short, cropped white hair. His dark tan looked rich against his bright gray-blue eyes. A frantic energy percolated around him, as if he might jump out of his skin. I guessed him to be a few inches taller than me and in his early forties.
“We will begin on the sofa,” Marcello informed me. Matt sped over to the couch and spread a throw to cover the bottom cushions. Marcello’s authority clearly reigned supreme, even in another Dom’s home.
Marcello scooped me up into his arms and stepped down the two stairs into the living room. As he sat, he placed me next to him, Matt quickly taking the opposite side. They aren’t tying me down? I had never been in a multi-person scenario without being affixed in some manner. The turn of events thrilled me, but at the same time my freedom from confinement left me confused. Not sure what I could initiate, I waited with my hands in my lap—but not for long.
From the side table Matt retrieved black rope, which instantly turned me on and scared me at the same time. Would Marcello let Matt tie me in some weird configuration?
“Standing Position Three, your back to us,” Marcello commanded.
I responded instantly, standing with my feet shoulder-width apart and hands clasped behind my back.
Matt made quick work of binding my wrists tightly together behind me.
“Sit back down,” Marcello ordered and then imprisoned my lips with his.
I felt a set of unfamiliar hands roaming my body. As if choreographed, Marcello and Matt each lifted a leg and draped it over their laps, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. While Marcello buried one hand in my hair, escalating my passion with his kiss and tugging on my right nipple piercing, Matt kneaded the inside of my thigh and sucked my left tit.
Unexpectedly Marcello turned my head to face Matt, who then kissed me for the first time. He did not have the finesse of either Marcello or Luke, and his foreign taste lacked appeal. Fortunately the brief kiss ended, and he immediately distracted me with his exploration of my body, fingering my pussy and plucking at my labia.
“She smells so good … I need to taste her,” Matt said to Marcello.
Marcello nodded and said, “I totally agree. She is deliziosa.”
Matt knelt down in front of me, spreading my thighs farther apart. While Marcello appropriated my mouth, Matt lapped at my wetness, tugging on both sides of my vaginal lips.
“Oh yessss,” I groaned out into Marcello’s mouth.
Matt spread my labia wide, holding them stretched with both palms while pushing up the hood that protected my clit with his fingers. He flicked my nub, over and over again, with his pointy tongue, while using his thumbs to frig my opening. The intense friction caused my nerve endings to fire. I thrashed over the entrancement of my pussy and the twisting of my nipples by Marcello. The loud music wound its way through the encounter, offering the perfect soundtrack to the ménage à trois.
Marcello kissed and nibbled down my neck, across my chest to my rigid peaks, where he softly nipped at my right breast. I shifted to the left, trying to see around him so I could continue to watch Matt’s short cropped white hair bob between my legs.
Riding the edge of release, I breathed out heavily and said, “Sir?”
“Yes, Jane, as many as you want and can achieve.”
“Oh god, oh yes, oh please, yessss,” the guttural moan escaped me. The music ceased to exist as Marcello’s hands roved my body and teeth bit my earlobe, while Matt continually ravished my unveiled clit. Lost in the multiple sensations of being touched, tugged, lapped, and kissed, I soared around the moon, exploded, and—ever so slowly—floated like a feather on the wind, back to earth.
During my recovery the men must have undressed. The driving bass, pounding out of the speakers, brought me back to consciousness as they positioned my mouth over the lap of Matt, who now lounged in front of me on the couch. My position—knees on the cushions with my butt up in the air and my lips hovering over Matt’s smaller cock—left me feeling like the ever-slutty whore. Instead of rejecting the task, I relished it. Letting the moment sink in, I dipped my mouth to suck on his stiff rod.
Janice had given me an accurate description of his dick. His significantly smaller cock, though dwarfed by Marcello’s, became impressively rigid, and the head, slightly smaller than the shaft, curved to the right. She had failed to mention his sharp masculine scent. I had to wonder if with love came the vivid desire for the natural fragrance of one’s adoration. Both Luke’s and Marcello’s natural scent aroused me. Matt’s scent did not.
The image of Chase blazed to the forefront, leaving me wondering if I’d enjoy his smell and his cock. He became the tool that kept me enticed while I performed fellatio on Matt. I envisaged Chase’s hardness in my mouth, my saliva pooling around him as I sucked on the bigger flared head I’d imagined into being.
Marcello moved behind me as I sucked the fantasy phallus of Chase. He massaged my shoulders, working his hands down to my waist. I could feel his hardness against me and craved to be filled as only he could do.
As I wiggled my ass against him, he laughed. “Is this what you want, naughty girl?” he said, wrenching his member from between us and onto my buttocks.
“Mmmhmm,” I mumbled around Matt/Chase’s cock.
Without a word Marcello doused his hard erection into me in one smooth stroke, using my tied wrists as leverage. His thrusts propelled me deeper onto Matt’s extremity. I took him fully into my mouth without gagging. Like a seesaw, the back and forth jostling had my orifices jockeying for penetration. I could hear the smacking sound as Marcello pierced my soaked cunt, jerked me onto him, and used his free hand to spank my right buttock. Switching hands, he gave my other side the same treatment.
So incredibly stimulated, I wished silently that he would just once flick my clit and send me screaming over the edge. As if hearing my thoughts, he reached around my side and began manipulating my most sensitive spot in time with his delicious invasion.
Forward and back it went, allowing me to draw in breath and then not. I panted when Marcello jerked me against him and mostly off of Matt’s phallus. Matt reached under me and manhandled my breasts and nipples. All the sensations had me very close to another orgasm.
“How much longer?” Marcello asked Matt over my shoulder.
“I’m more than ready.”
“Jane?”
“Yes, please,” I mumbled around the cock in my mouth.
Matt forced my head down and held it in place as he pulsed his manhood as deep as it would go. Marcello found the beat of the music and followed his penetration with the friction on my bulging nub.
Matt set off first, squirting his hot cum down my throat. My orgasm soon followed, coupled with choking. I lifted off his cock just as the last shot of ejaculate landed on my face and quickly drew air into my oxygen-deprived lungs. His orgasm could not dissuade my body to take full advantage of another volatile detonation. As my swollen pussy flared and contracted around Marcello, he tightened his grip on my wrists and increased the pace of his thrusts.
“Yes, Jane,” he called out at the same time I yelled, “Oh god!” I could feel his hot cum filling me.
Matt stood up like a shot, and I collapsed forward to where he had been sitting, lost in the rapture of afterglow. My pussy pulsed and twitched as the swelling slowly diminished.
Matt left us for a moment, immediately returning with a towel for me.
“Thank you,” I said as I managed to sit up.
“If you’ll excuse me for a few minutes,” he said to Marcello and strolled away from us, across the apartment and down the hall.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Marcello asked.
“He is no you,” I said, opening my eyes to see him glinting down at me, his chest still heaving from our activities.
“Yes, his cock is smaller,” he said raising his eyebrows in a matter-of-fact manner.
“That’s not what I mean, although that is very evident.” I chuckled.
“Oh?”
“The way he kisses and his taste and smell,” I whispered, afraid Matt might hear me.
“Oh,” Marcello said, a wide grin on his face. “He does have incredible stamina.”
“So Janice mentioned, but I have never known you to fall short in that area either.”
“You know how to make an old man feel good, bella mia.”
“What is the saying? ‘You are only as old as you feel?’ ”
“Around you I feel like I’m in my twenties again. Come here and turn around.”
I followed his order and Marcello untied my arms. I used the towel to wipe my face, juicy thighs and saturated labia and then scooted into his lap for a hug.
“Do you want to leave?” he said into my hair.
“Are you done?” I asked, pulling away to see his charcoal eyes.
“I have some other activities in mind.”
“But of course you do,” I said, laughing.
“Well then, that’s settled.” He rose and lifted me to my feet.
As he retied my wrists in front of me, I asked, “Matt doesn’t like to be touched?”
“You are the perceptive one,” Marcello said and smiled.
I followed him down the hall, where we found Matt waiting on his bed. Amazingly, he was once again at full staff, the rumors apparently true. His smaller build of muscle and bone gave him a tough appearance that said, “Don’t mess with me.” I silently thanked Marcello for not sending me there alone.
The mattress sat low to the ground on a platform without a box spring in the spacious room, devoid of personal artifacts. The black furniture and sheets covering the bed matched the décor in the front of the apartment. Matt definitely had a favorite color.
“Jane, lie on your back in the center of the bed, but toward the bottom,” Marcello said.
“Yes, Sir,” I said.
I reclined onto the low surface, my feet touching the black carpet at right angles. Marcello settled himself at the head of the bed, positioning his semi-hard cock near my face. Matt perched at the edge of the platform between my legs.
In that moment, before the second phase of our play began, I truly understood the joy I found in submission. I didn’t have to think, or plan, or worry about what might happen. I just had to respond and experience, and in that place lived incredible freedom and excitement. I also had to acknowledge the safety I felt with Marcello that I had never found with Luke. Although both men had their volatile moments, I felt certain Marcello wanted me whole and strong. Luke, on the other hand, wanted me weak and dependent. He needed to feel strong in contrast.
Marcello shifted onto his side, his warm phallus against my cheek, at the same time Matt lifted my legs up and pulled them open. Thereafter, the slate of my thoughts was wiped clean.
I took Marcello into my mouth, our combined smells energizing my senses. I tasted my cum on his growing cock as I licked him up one side and down the other like a lollipop. I gazed up at him, lust making my pulse race, and said, “You taste so good with me all over you.”
He leaned down, kissing me hard and slow. He swirled his tongue against mine, stealing our flavors for himself. “Gustosa,” he murmured against my lips.
Matt started with broad strokes of his tongue from my canal to the tip of my clit, dipping slightly lower with each pass. For the first time in my life, I felt a tongue lick over my anus. Until he penetrated me with the tip, I felt unsure if I liked it.
“Ohhhh, yeah,” I muttered around Marcello’s cock.
The dual sensation of Matt’s transits across my most sensitive places and Marcello’s large phallus in my mouth ratcheted up my arousal. I recalled Marcello palming his testicles while I watched him on Skype. Managing to shift my tied hands over to him, I mimicked what I’d saw as I lapped up our essence. His cock throbbed in my mouth so I knew I pleased him. The give and take of our play had me quickly on the edge of another orgasm.
Having thoroughly lubricated my ass with his tongue, Matt penetrated my anus with his finger, setting me on the edge of my next explosion. He continued to stretch and push to loosen the area as I convulsed repeatedly around his fingers and tongue. Nonsensical guttural sounds emanated from me as I slashed about. As my orgasm subsided, Marcello eased himself out of my mouth.
Wordlessly, the men repositioned me again. Matt lay down next to me, his feet off the edge of the bed. Marcello guided me forward and over Matt’s lap, facing away from him. Matt worked his smaller phallus into my anus, and I grunted from the wildness of having my orifice stretched. He pulled me back so that I lay against his chest. Reaching down, he held my knees open for Marcello.
I rested my arms above my head, careful not to touch Matt. My taut nipples and wet, pulsating pussy knew what waited for me, even though it would be another first. Marcello knelt in front of the mattress and ever so slowly worked his much larger cock into my already saturated mound. His obsidian eyes locked with mine.
“Uh … uh … oh … wait,” I said after he entered halfway.
“You can take it, Jane,” Marcello grunted, a
s he forced more of his length into me.
Matt began nibbling at the side of my neck, causing another flush of moisture to flood my pussy. He spread my legs even wider for Marcello, allowing him to fully seat his cock within me.
“Oh my god … oh … oh god … oh please, I don’t know if I can take this.” I felt so stretched, so filled; the fierceness of the sensation overwhelmed me.
Marcello resumed his thrusts and said, “Relax and trust me to take you where you need and want to go.”
“Yes … Sir,” I managed to force out. “Oh please … oh please … oh please,” kept tumbling out of my mouth.
Then Matt compounded matters further by squeezing and tugging on my nipple piercings. My back arched off of his stomach and the small orgasms began to fire, one after the other. My body tremors shook me to the core as Matt bit along the nape of my neck, gyrating his hips beneath me. On each stroke Marcello plowed into me while Matt twisted and turned my peaks. For a moment I wished someone would save me from myself but then something shifted and I relaxed into the oncoming tsunami.
“Oh god! Don’t stop. Please … please … please …” And then I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t hear, I couldn’t see. The enormity of my climax skyrocketed me out of my body. I floated in space. The propulsion of my flight had me never wanting to touch ground again. In the distance I heard Marcello grunt my name as he erupted into my cunt, causing me to plummet into my body for another searing series of contractions. As I thrashed about, Matt clamped down on my neck and found his release.
Soon after, Marcello lifted off me and I rolled to the side of Matt, trying to catch my breath. Thankfully, my mind had been stunned into silence.
The gentlemen left me to wallow in the ecstasy of our sex as they moved about the room and condo. I don’t know how long I lay there or if I slept but at some point Marcello touched my shoulder, untied my hands and placed my clothes, along with a towel, beside me.
My brain turned back on as I dressed for our departure. I reveled in my body’s capacity to enjoy each novel experience Marcello laid out for me. My affection for Marcello, and trust in him, grew with each encounter. I hoped to someday be able to match the intensity of the love he showered on me.
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