(This is a true story with certain details, such as names, changed for, in part, anonymity. All parties were consenting adults around 30 years old who enjoyed themselves very much.)
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(Important note: This story is about a fantasy that was able to come to life. There was no actual expectation of an illegal quid pro quo, and none was demanded.)
Paisley (not her real name, obviously) and I had known each other since middle school. We'd been friends, but there wasn't much of a known mutual romantic/sexual interest between us until after her divorce. Little did we know that there was actually quite a lot of interest in each other, but we never communicated it in any way. It's silly sometimes how just saying or not saying something can change your life so significantly. When sparks finally did fly, we had a ton of compatibility. Distance was the only thing that really got in the way of that, but that's kinda spoiling the twist. Into the story…
Between my marriage and the ex-girlfriend before that, I reconnected with Paisley after having not spoken to each other for a couple years. She had been married the last time we talked, and it was one of those small-talk catch-up conversations at most. It wasn't much, but it was enough to establish that we were still friends. She had moved to DC for college, met a man who swept her off her feet, and got married and put down roots.
When we reconnected, it was over a comment she made on a post of mine on Facebook. I shot her a message after a brief exchange and we ended up exchanging numbers. It didn't take long of texting before she told me that she was in the last phases of a divorce. I told her that I was sorry to hear that it hadn't worked out, but she ended up saying something interesting in response.
"It's not that he was sleeping around. It's that he had previously told me that he didn't want any kind of open relationship when I asked him about a threesome."
You've probably read another one of my stories; you know what I asked next.
"What kind of threesome?"
"I knew that's what you'd ask – lol." I said nothing for a moment, waiting for the iPhone composition bubble to disappear. "Things were getting stagnant and we weren't doing anything kinky anymore. I have a high sex-drive and I was worried that he wasn't attracted to me anymore. I mentioned it to a single friend of mine. I was shocked when she said that she'd be down to get down with us both. I thought it was a great idea (I'm bi, and haven't been with a girl since college), so I brought it up to him. He immediately shot it down and overreacted."
Her and I had never talked about anything sexual before, at all. To say that I was pleasantly surprised is an understatement. "I have many, many questions."
Before I could send my next text, I received, "Ask away – lol ;)"
My jaw fell open, and I had a sudden urge to by lottery tickets. Questions got asked and answered. Dirtier questions, asked and answered. Then the nudes came and went. And that's how a long-distance fling started out of nowhere.
She was the only member of her family that lived away from our hometown, but she'd have to drive through Richmond to get there. She was heading to our hometown about a month after we started chatting. She decided to leave on that Friday rather than her previously planned Saturday. When she got to my house, I was waiting for her on the front porch. She practically skipped up the walkway and steps and greeted me with a big hug and kiss, which I didn't expect. It started out as a cute first kiss… But didn't stay that way. We rushed in, "Excuse the dog, she's friendly," clothes came off, and we didn't make it to the bedroom before I slid into her.
Have you ever been so attracted to someone, or just so in the moment, that it seems like you're body is just capable of going and going and going? Refractory period be damned? You kinda forget to take breaks to eat or drink? All you want to do is feel them against you? That's how it felt with her. Her breasts and ass felt perfectly squezzable, lips alluringly kissable, and the feel of her touch excitingly necessary.
The sex was wild, nearly unstoppable for when she stopped by, and often casually without too many hard limits, but it wasn't terribly frequent. Between work, her life in DC, and even just the costs of extra travel, we only maybe saw each other for a weekend every 4 to 6 weeks. But we talked throughout the day, every day, and even sent each other gifts.
Fortunately, we were able to communicate well. Early in our conversations, we discussed how neither of us expected the other to be monogamous given such distance. This arrangement worked pretty well for both of us; neither of us is the jealous type. In fact, we both found it incredibly sexy when the other would have a local date or encounter. She even video called me on three separate occasions when she would be getting ready for dates, the third of which included her playing with and trying on and tasting several butt plugs. When she called me later to tell me about how that date fucked her in the ass, and show me the aftermath, I came so hard. I also told her that I wanted the same thing when she came down to me next. It happened, but that story is not today's story.
Unfortunately, today's story is about how that great communication we had stopped being great and the last wild thing we did happened.
Both of us ended up finding someone local we really liked, and we both kept that secret from each other at first. It came out somehow, and ended up being a tit-for-tat fight over a phone call that ended up with both of us very upset. We didn't speak for months, and our local partners became full-fledged relationships.
So, where's the kinky story? The take-out? Permission for what?!
Prior to the falling out, we confessed everything to each other. If there was a fantasy, one-time thing that happened, or just random all-the-blood-in-my-body-is-in-my-clit/cock thought, we told it to each other. Something she told me about was exactly how much she liked humiliation – both being ridiculed and dishing it out in any way you can imagine (within reason).
One day, she told me that she fantasized about being humiliated by someone slutting or pimping her out. She wanted to be degraded as a whore, specifically a worthless one, a barely valuable collection of holes.
So I made one of those pull-tab posters. I took a couple nudes she sent me and stuck them in the middle of the poster. I put a title at the top reading "Sperm Recepticle Available." A caption below the nudes read, "Cheap Sperm Recepticle available for nights and weekends." I listed a menu for each of her holes, including described her pussy as "discounted due to excessive wear and tear." I then put a fake number on each of the twelve pull tabs.
I sent her a copy by email asking simply, "Where should I post this? Some telephone pole nearby?"
She called me as soon as she could so that I could listen to her masturbate about the poster.
We never posted it anywhere. Obviously there is a line between fantasy and solicitation, and we weren't going to cross it. There's risqué, and then there is risky. One is cool, the other isn't.
Several months after we stopped speaking, she messaged me. We didn't talk about anything sexual at first. It was like all the kinkiness that had once spewed out from her lips and fingertips had been a dream. It was cordial, then about a week of silence. Then I messaged her. Again, cordial, followed by silence.
Then she messaged me saying she wanted to talk. We had a phone call and worked through everything. We didn't get back together; we were both well into our new relationships and they were going well. There was a bit of sex talk as we texted over the next couple weeks, but nothing about how we wanted to fuck each other. She told me about her new sex-life and said that he is a switch, like me. However, he was much more consistently submissive than I am.
Then, she said that he found the poster I'd made. She'd kept it; it still turned her on. She said that he'd asked her to tell him the story behind it. So, she did. And she told him about me. She said that when they started talking about how she and I had sex, that we had seen each other after she'd started seeing him, and all the things she had done with me – especially any time I humiliated her – he became wildly submissive…
…and begged her to humiliate him however she wanted to.
And she wanted to live out what I'd put on that poster. Kinda.
Our lives had become quite different in the intervening months, and sex work is still a judicial issue. So, we had to be creative to keep everything above board.
She came up with the following rules: 1. They would not have sex unless he got my permission. 2. He had to send me a picture of the pull tab from the poster and tell me what he wanted to do to her. 3. I could say yes or no or whatever I wanted.
I agreed to the rules. So did he.
The next day, I got a picture of a torn-off pull -tab. "Can I have her mouth and pussy?"
I didn't miss a beat. "I don't know why you want that busted pussy. Are you desperate or something? But her mouth too? You have to beg for that."
And beg he did. I relented and said that I wanted nudes of her.
A few days later, he sent another torn pull-tab. "Her pussy and mouth again. Please?"
Just to fuck with him, I said, "No." She called me laughing to say that he would obey. I told her to save that pull tab. I've never felt so sexually powerful.
The next time he texted, I relented quickly. She texted me to tell me that I should make it harder on him. "Sure thing, cum-dumpster," I replied. She told me that they both got off the next day, solo – which didn't break the rules, over that little bit of degradation.
A few days later, I was sitting at home by myself debating on what I wanted for dinner. I didn't feel like cooking and opened a delivery app. I get a picture of a pull tab, "Do I need to send this if I only want to taste her pussy? She had a bad day and I want to let her sit on my face. I don't expect to cum, master." Master? I was flattered.
"It was smart of you to ask, because yes, you do need permission to put your mouth on that worn-out cunt."
"Please, master?"
"Have her call me." She called. We chatted for a bit, and she told me that he'd asked for permission. She wanted to get ready whether I said yes or no. I asked to watch her get ready, just like we'd done before. She obliged. I told her which lingerie to wear. I watched her put on her make-up. I could see his shadow pacing back and forth on the wall behind her. I said that I hadn't decided.
"Are you hungry?" She blurted out staring directly at me through the phone.
"I was actually looking at take-out options."
She pulled out her phone. "Thai?" She asked. I agreed and had her go through the menu. "It should be there in 45 mins."
"When I have it, his face can be your seat. Let's keep chatting though." I pulled out my cock and started edging. She stayed on the phone, watching me, saying very little, caressing herself. I told her not to touch her clit because that was his job that night.
"It says your Pad See Ew is 10 minutes out."
"Keep the phone where it is and lean forward. Pull your thong to the side. Tell him that I'm allowing him to eat your asshole until my food arrives." And that's exactly what happened. I came after she told me she got the delivery notification. I had taken off my clothes and sprayed cum up to my chest. I got up, went to my front door, opened it picked it up, and closed it behind myself. "Go take your seat, Paisley. Have a good night."
My dinner was excellent, and I'm sure his was too. Of course, I'd rather have had what he was having.
Over the next three or so weeks, every pull tab was torn off and a picture of it was sent to me. She didn't always offer a gift when I got a tab. She offered me a steak dinner when he wanted to assfuck her though. I told her that she didn't have to do that. She sent it anyway. It came with a stuffed baked potato. I said that he'd better stuff her ass and cream it as well as the steakhouse had prepared that side dish.
After the last pull-tab, it all stopped. And I mean everything. I haven't even heard from her since. It's only fitting that I end this story just as abruptly. I have other stories with Paisley to share, but, for now, that's how I ended up getting a take out dinner so her boyfriend could have permission to fuck her.