by Sean Geist
“Angie,” I said, pulling her into a hug. “You are so worth it.”
“Peter, you are so getting a good fucking tonight.”
We got in my car and headed back to her place. When we arrived she opened a bottle of wine, a white Zinfandel; for a bartender she had horrid tastes in vino.
We toasted. “To a fun evening,” I said.
Angie looked at me and raised her eyebrow. “You have no idea,” she said. A shiver ran up my spine. Angie took a sip of wine, I took a gulp.
“Slow down, you gotta be able to get it up.”
“I'm not that old,” I said. The age jokes really needed to stop. I set my drink down and pulled Angie in for a kiss. She returned the kiss. I worked my tongue between her lips; she tasted of sweet wine. I ran my hands down her back and cupped her ass. She moaned into my mouth as I squeezed and eased my fingertips between her cheeks. I was pulling her body hard against mine when she pulled away.
“Stop, Peter.”
I did. “Is something wrong?”
“No, everything's perfect. I just need to establish two things tonight.”
I was confused, so I just listened.
“After our last,” Angie paused. “encounter, I thought I needed to up my game, push the boundaries. Don't look at me like that.”
“Like what?” I guess I had been making a face.
“Like you don't know what I'm talking about.”
“I'll admit I did treat you kinda, rough. Sorry bout that.”
“Yeah, you did, but don't you dare apologize. I didn't do anything I didn't want to. It's kinda hot to let someone else take control every now and then.”
I nodded my head.
“I'm glad you agree,” Angie said, her mouth lit into a wicked grin, “because tonight, it's my turn.”
All of a sudden, I was hard and I was scared. I had no idea what was in store for me, but I was weirdly looking forward to finding out.
“Like I was saying,” my red-headed lover said, “we need to get two things established.”
“Shoot.”
“First. We need a safe word.”
Fuck, I thought. This was going to get serious. “Okay,” I said, drawing out the word while wondering where this was heading.
“And, you do as I say. You give me absolute control.”
“Yeah.” I was shaking my head vigorously.
“Absolute. Control.”
The way she said the phase, emphasizing each word, made my cock pulse. I was already hard and I was surprised I didn't cum in my pants.
“Unless I say the safe word, right?”
“Oh, yeah. If you say the safe word, we're done for the night. I'll stop and that's it.”
“But, can't we, uh, do something else.”
Angie smiled and shook her head. “Peter, Peter, Peter. I owe you for our last fuck. You used me. I won't say I didn't enjoy it, but you did use me. Now it's my turn.”
“But you said you enjoyed it.”
“I did. And I think you'll enjoy what I have planned, but it's all or nothing. You say the safe word and it's over. We're done for the evening and you can go home and jerk yourself off.”
I thought about what she said, but there was never a doubt that I would agree to it. “Okay, what's the safe word?” I asked.
Angie smiled. A lock of her hair fell across her face obscuring one eye. I felt a tremor roll through my body. I knew I would do what ever this beautiful woman said. I was hers to control. “How about, Robin.”
***
I thought it was rather rude to pick my wife's name for our safe word, but it's not like I was going to shout it out accidentally in the throes of passion, so I guess it would do.
Angie lead me through her small apartment – past the southwest themed art work and down the short narrow hall to her bedroom. It was a little cleaner this time, like she was expecting me. The bed was made, no clothes tossed on the floor and there was a fresh fluffy brown towel spread out on the side of the bed.
“First,” she said, “we take a shower.”
We quickly undressed each other and got into the tub that doubled as a shower. There wasn't a lot of room behind the curtain that kept water from spraying onto the tile floor, but that made it much more intimate. Angie had a couple colorful scrunchies she lathered up and used to clean our bodies. She paid special attention to my cock, balls, and ass. We rinsed and dried ourselves off.
When we were nice and clean and dry, Angie grabbed my hand and dragged me back to the bedroom. She backed me up to the bed, my thighs touching the mattress. My ginger lover was no more than an inch away from me.
“You ready for me to rock your world?” My dick was at attention, so I took the question as rhetorical.
I answered it anyway. “Yeah.”
Angie began running her hands over my bare chest and abdomen. No one would ever describe my body as 'sculpted' but I kept my weight down and Robin never complained. Neither did Angie or Kelly for that matter. If I could attract those types of women with a healthy diet and light exercise, no telling who I might be able to attract if I actually worked out.
I was really enjoying the attention my voluptuous friend was paying to my body, especially when she started massaging my cock.
“That feel good?” she asked.
I closed my eyes and moaned my approval.
“Good. Hold that thought.”
She stopped stroking and I opened my eyes to see she had moved to the far side of her bed and was rummaging through a small suitcase. She threw me a black blindfold – like you'd use when trying to sleep on a plane.
“Put it on,” she said.
“Really?”
“Do you trust me, Peter?”
Angie was using my words against me. I knew if I didn't do what she said our little fun time would be over. So far, everything was fine. My cock was hard and I was game for anything. I decided to put it on, but I didn't act fast enough.
“You trying to remember the safe word, Peter? Already?”
“I know what it is. It's Rob-”
“No!” Angie abruptly cut me off. “Don't say it unless you mean it.”
“I won't.”
Angie was taking our little domination game seriously. Although I couldn't blame her, after what I did to her at the bar. And I didn't even offer her a verbal escape hatch.
“Put the blindfold on, Peter. I won't ask again.”
I pulled the black mask over my head.
“How many fingers am I hold up?”
I could have lied, but I didn't have to. I could see nothing but blackness. “I don't know,” I said.
“Good. Now listen up. I don't want you to say anything else tonight until I tell you to take off the blindfold. The only exception is your safe word, or an answer to a direct question.”
She stopped talking and I had a hundred questions for her, but I knew better than to ask them. I heard her digging around inside the case and then her footsteps moving toward me.
“You understand what I'm asking?”
I didn't have a clue. “Kinda.”
“Do as I say and I promise you'll experience sensations you've only dreamed of.”
I didn't doubt that. My sex life up until recently had been vanilla. It was rainbow sherbert now. And I was loving it.
“Turn around and face the bed.” Angie's voice was coming from right in front of me. I did as instructed and she gave me a sharp slap on the ass. I wanted to yelp, but I didn't know if that was allowed. I was surprised at how easily I'd fallen into the submissive role with Angie. I must have been primed by Kelly.
“You can vocalize your pain if you need to,” Angie said.
Her words were followed by another smack, giving me a chance to say, “Ouch!”
“There you go.”
I was facing the bed, my arms at my side, my cock sticking straight out and bumping into the mattress. I heard a squishy sound and felt a chill as Angie reached around and started stroking my erection. Her hand was cold and slic
k. I could only assume she had applied a dollop of lube.
“You like that?”
It felt good. I said, “Yes.”
“Bend over.”
I complied and she stopped her hand-job. I moaned my displeasure.
“Don't you go whining.” I felt another slap on my ass. This time Angie rubbed her lubed up hand across my back side and between my cheeks. My cock spasmed as she began circling her finger around my ass. The nerves fired in rapid succession sending pulses of pleasure to my brain.
I had experienced several new sensations over the past few months and I've mentioned how my cock had obtained new levels of hardness that I wasn't aware I could achieve. Nothing before could compare to now. The erection I had as Angie massaged my rosebud was diamond hard. And I swear, I didn't move an inch, but I could feel my penis press into the mattress in front of me, like it grew an extra inch. Whatever she was doing to me, I didn't want her to ever stop.
Then she pushed her well-lubed finger into my ass and stars exploded before my eyes.
“Oh, God,” I said.
Angie didn't stop. She continued working her finger deeper. “You like that?” she asked.
“Oh, God,” was all I could say. It was painful, in a way I never knew pain could be, but also a pleasure I didn't want to stop.
“That's not an answer,” Angie said as she started thrusting in and out. She was fucking my ass with her finger.
“Yes,” I said, panting. “And, no.”
“You want me to stop?” As she asked I could feel her add another finger and I couldn't believe how painful it became but I also felt my erection pulse without a climax.
“Answer me!” Angie thrust her two fingers into my anus and a million impulses raced through my brain and I couldn't speak. I thought I wanted to say my safe work, but I couldn't remember it and half my brain, the part ruled by my penis, didn't want me to say it, so maybe that's why I couldn't remember.
“You're cock says you like this, Petey. Is it lying?”
Bitch was using the nickname. “No!” I screamed. “God!”
“No you don't like it or no you're cock isn't lying?”
Angie seemed to be loving this game. I was out of my mind with passion and lust. My erection needed attention, but my hands were spread out on the bed and I didn't dare move them.
Angie removed her fingers and I screamed again. It felt so wonderful yet, “No!” Exhaustion overtook me and I slumped down on the bed. I could feel a wet spot on the towel I was laying on. I might have come and not even realized it.
“Don't worry, dear. We're not done yet.”
I lay there for a moment, my eyes closed behind the black mask.
“I really wanted to give you an experience like you gave me.” From the sound of her voice I could tell Angie had moved back to her suitcase. “Something that you'd enjoy, in a way, but something you'd never ask for. Turn around and sit on the bed.”
I did as I was told. My ass felt a little sore, but not too bad.
“Now, lay back.” Angie was near me again. I could smell her sweat. I could smell her arousal. Angie was getting off dominating me. “Pull your legs up. Good.” She pushed the backs of my thighs up and away from each other. My cock was sticking straight up and I could feel a slight breeze against my exposed anus.
“Now, hold your legs like that. Don't let them drop, and most important, relax. The less you fight it, the better it'll feel.”
As she said this, Angie gave my cock a couple of good long strokes. I wondered what else she was going to do. I prayed to all the gods I could think of, that she wasn't taking any pictures. It didn't take too long for me to find out what she had planned.
I felt her fingers again rimming my anus. I relaxed and she slipped one in. I felt a chill as she directly applied a generous amount of lube and then it felt like a baseball bat was shoved against my butt and Angie applied pressure.
“Relax,” she said, her voice calm and soothing.
I tried, oh did I try. Slowly but surely that bat went past my ring and into my body and it had nothing to do with how relaxed I was. I was filled with a sense of completeness. My cock was hard, my balls tight and my ass stuffed. It was painful in the best way possible.
And then Angie started pulling out whatever she had stuck up my ass and I gave a sigh of relief and regret, but then she pushed it back in and I cried out, “Oh, God. Don't.”
But she did. Again. She pulled out and pushed in; Angie was fucking me with what felt like a baseball bat. I wanted her to stop but I didn't want her to stop. I was crazy with the pleasure and the pain. My judgement was clouded and, god, did I want to come.
“Wow,” Angie said. “I've never seen a dick so – rigid. It's so red and hard. I'd love to suck it.”
My cock throbbed again, in anticipation of her mouth approaching.
“But, I won't.”
“Oh, God, Angie. Please.”
“I told you not to talk.”
I didn't answer, I just groaned under the constant push and pull of the object in my ass.
“I'll tell you what. I told you this would be an experience you'd never forget.”
I don't think she used those words, but I didn't argue.
“Don't worry, dear, I'm gonna let you cum. But, like I had to do. You're going to have to bring yourself to completion.”
I knew that night at the Oasis was going to come back to bite me on the ass. I didn't know it would fuck me there, too.
I felt a cool liquid drop onto the tip of my dick and flow down my shaft.
“All lubed up, Peter,” Angie said. “If you can keep your legs up with only one hand you're free to jack off with the other.”
Somehow, I did it. I wasn't proud and it wasn't easy. It could not have looked sexy, but I did it.
With my right hand, I gripped my shaft and tugged up and down. I appreciated the silky smooth lube, but I would have masturbated with just my sweat and pre-cum. My cock and balls were on fire and I needed release.
It didn't take long, about a dozen strokes and I launched several jets of semen into the air. I couldn't see them but I could feel them land on my chest.
After I was spent and my cock started to deflate, Angie pulled the club out of my ass. I was relieved and a little disappointed.
“You can take off the blindfold.”
I did, and with that I was able to talk freely again.
“I can't believe you stuck a bat up my ass.”
Angie laughed and showed me the butt plug she used. It was larger than her finger but bout half the size of my dick.
“How the hell do people - do people...” I couldn't complete my question.
“You'd be amazed at what the human body is capable of.”
“You've had that up your ass, too?”
“Oh, no, Peter. I bought that one for you. You can take it home and play anytime you want, now.”
After we cleaned up the bedroom we took another shower. Angie offered to blow me for letting her have her way with my ass. I told her I was quite sated. Instead I offered to eat her out. She eagerly accepted.
Her pussy was extremely wet. Having me folded in half, at her mercy, really aroused the woman. She tasted especially tangy. She came two times. The first was quick and loud, the second, deep and long.
There is nothing on earth more beautiful than a woman's face when she comes. And to view her from between her heaving breasts, while you're lapping at her clitoris, is to catch a glimpse of heaven.
“Thanks for an extremely – interesting – evening,” I said as Angie walked me out to my car.
“We still good?” she asked. I think she was worried I'd be pissed.
“Yes. We're good. I didn't bring up my wife's name did I?”
“Guess not.” The red-head reached up and kissed me on the cheek. “We gonna do this again?”
I laughed and held up the bag with my personal butt plug and bottle of K-Y jelly. “Never know,” I said.
We exchanged goodbyes and I
drove home, my ass, a little bit sore, but I was so glad I trusted Angie like she trusted me.
Chapter 5
Robin
The flow of people marks time for her, construction workers construct, delivery drivers deliver, inspectors inspect and all the while she and her staff try to stay out of the way. She thinks of Scott rarely, just when he calls to check on her progress. She's polite and concise. Everything's fine she tells him. They'll be ready for a soft open in two weeks.
When he asks how she's doing, personally, she's guarded with her response. She wants to tell him how she feels. She wants him to know how she longs for him, longs to be taken in his arms and ravished. She gets wet near the end of these phone calls and often locks the doors and furiously masturbates in her office after she's hung up.
Robin wishes so hard she could keep both men in her life. It's a selfish thought, she feels, but an honest one. Love, for her, is not easily contained. She deeply loves both men; Peter for his soft kindness and giving nature, his humble good looks and his winning smile, Scott for is rugged handsome features, his brutal steadfast courage and the way he takes what he wants. Two, totally different men, each has taken her heart in his own way. Scott brazenly stole her affections. Peter won them over. Was one man better than the other? Robin thought not.
Later, at night, she'll lie awake in bed and long to snuggle up in Peter's warm embrace. She'll fall asleep imagining his breath passing across her neck.
She dreams. Peter is thrusting himself into her sloppy wet pussy. He takes her with long, slow strokes. She turns her head to kiss him. She enjoys the feeling of their tongues mingling, warm and wet, tastes of wine and chocolate. She closes her eyes and savors the flavors.
When she re-opens her eyes the man inside her is now Scott. He smiles and she smiles back. Scott pushes her back down and grabs her hips in his strong solid grip and increases the pace. He savagely fucks her, like it's the end of the world and she's driving towards an epic climax, her pussy walls pulse and grip as her lover's cock pistons to and fro. The friction burns and she is consumed by the passion until she feels Scott's shaft throb and Robin is filled by his hot potent seed. She comes again and the darkness takes her.