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Me, James (26m), My girlfriend, Rachel (26f).
I was sitting on the bed, fiddling, nervous. My heart was thumping as I waited for my girlfriend Rachel to get ready. She was in the bathroom with the door closed. She wouldn’t let me see her before we got to the club. This was going to be our first dom and sub party. The dress code was only underwear for subs and whatever they wanted for the doms. We were both a bit nervous, so I offered her a top-up on her glass of wine.
“Yes, but don’t come in. Just open the door slightly and give me the bottle.” Rachel said, I could hear the smile in her voice.
I was desperate to see her, to see what she was wearing, how she had done her hair. What lipstick she had chosen. Her eyeliner. I just wanted to get a glimpse at how sexy she looked. But no. I only caught a quick look of her arm as she reached for the bottle. I was ready, dressed, waiting. My mind racing through images of what I thought might happen later. Imagining my slim Asian girlfriend showing off her long slender body, her perfectly peachy, round arse and her perky B-cups. She had just got a bikini wax for this occasion and had taunted me with it up close, not letting me touch it.
I had to stop touching my 6-inch cock as I would have cum almost instantly. I was so turned on. I was sitting in silence, listening intently for any clues. I could hear the clinking of her makeup as she picked it up and placed it down on her dresser, and her shifting in her seat. I swear I even heard a moan or two or something similar. Suddenly, she turned on her music, drowning out any other hints. I was left to my thoughts. After what felt like forever, the music stopped, and I heard her heels clacking on the hard floor getting closer.
“My love, let’s go. Are you ready?” she said confidently as the door swung open.
My neck snapped over to take her in, but I was hit with a wave of disappointment, and blood rushed to my cock. She was wearing a long black coat, covering everything except her black heels and what looked like seam stockings clinging to her long legs. I looked her up and down, trying to take her in as she stood over me. I could only manage a few words. She had smoky eyes, deep red lipstick on and her hair slightly wavy.
“You look stunning.” I said, with my mouth staying slightly agape.
She responded with a sly smile, swivelled and reaffirmed her previous statement. I hurriedly followed her out the door and down to the taxi.
The car ride was excruciating. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. I tentatively put my hand on her thigh, trying to reassure her and also pull up her coat for a revealing peek, but her hand met mine before I could peel her coat back much at all. Rachel looked into my eyes with that same delicious, sly smile and squeezed my hand a few times, tenderly showing unspoken feelings. We were both breathing heavy. There was so much sexual tension. I could see the taxi driver’s curious eyes looking back through the mirror. Both my girlfriend and I were silent and deep in thought, anticipation, yearning for what was to come. The silence was broken by small talk from the driver, pushing to know what our plans were. I could feel the side eye from Rachel as an answer was stuck in my throat. I then heard her voice.
“We are going to a special club, and I am going to have some fun.” Making sure to place emphasis on the ‘I’.
The driver let out a sound of interest, his eyes darted between mine and hers and caught my face burning red. I could see the corners of his eyes twist up, showing a smile. I looked down at my hands. Rachel, unfazed, continued.
“It’s our first time, and there is a special couples event… for a certain type of couple. Perfect for us.” Leaving no room for me or the driver to interrupt.
“My little boyfriend here got me this nice outfit to wear as I have my fun. Do you like it?”
As the words came out of her mouth, I turned to get a glimpse, but she held out her hand and, with a flick of her finger, commanded me to look away. I reluctantly but obediently followed her. My mind raced picturing the different lingerie and dresses I had gifted her over the years. I heard the driver adjust himself in his seat as my girlfriend opened up her coat to reveal herself. Jealousy filled me, and my cock was tenting in my trousers. I got a quick glimpse of the driver’s shocked expression in the reflection. Her show lasted a few seconds but felt like minutes. Her hand returned to tenderly squeeze mine as she covered herself back up. I saw in her face that she was full of lustful thoughts; she knew what those words would do to me. In everyday life, she is very reserved, and so hearing any kind of dirty words turns me on like a switch. The driver didn’t have much more to say as we were arriving at our destination, until we exited.
“Enjoy yourselves.”
“I will… he will too.”
The club was dark, as we followed the doorman down a walkway to an open area with a bar. We had been given wristbands: mine, red for sub, and hers, black for dom. I felt immediately overdressed as we entered this area, and eyes looked over to us as we were shown to the changing/cloakroom areas. Men and women in various states of undress and outfits that covered and uncovered all areas of skin were mingling. There was too much to take in everything. Some were standing with drinks, others relaxing on sofas and lounges, and some were wandering off down various dark corridors to enjoy themselves.
As per the rules of this night, I went to get undressed, leaving only my silk underwear, and my girlfriend walked tentatively into the crowded bar area; she was slightly nervous, after all. I myself was a bucket full of nerves, this was the moment that my mind had built up to over months, I had dreams of this time. I rushed to change, got my locker key card and made my way back out to find Rachel. I didn’t want to miss anything. I stood at the door of the changing room and stepped over to a high table to take in the room, sweeping the crowd to find my girlfriend. There were beautiful women and men draped around, and a sexual tension in the air. It felt intense. I finally caught sight of my girlfriend and started for her. She was still in her coat at the bar ordering drinks, already with company. A tall man, much taller than her and me, quite handsome, he looked strong. He was wearing a shirt that clung to his chest and arms, and a woman was attached to his left arm. Also quite tall, although that was due to her heels, she came to around just under my height. She wore a lacy body suit, leaving nothing to the imagination. She had large breasts and hard nipples poking through the material.
My girlfriend was seemingly enjoying the conversation, relaxing, laughing gently at something said. As I approached, the man looked over to me, smiling. I could see his eyes working me out, judging me. Rachel glanced over and introduced me, James, as her sub to her new friends Mike and his sub, Jess. Mike could tell we were new to this and nervous, so he steered the conversation as we collected our drinks and walked over to an empty high table. Mike and Jess were charming, and this helped to settle our nerves slightly.
We stood chatting in a U shape with Rachel and Mike next to each other and their subs standing either side. Over time, I could see Mike and Rachel getting closer, and she was feeling more comfortable around him. Touches started to happen, a brush of her shoulder. A short stroke down her arm. A nudge with his elbow. I could see this was taking effect. Her face slightly flushed, she smiled, and her eyes darted down to follow his hands. My emotions were clear on my face, but Jess didn’t seem to bat an eye.
“So tell me, why don’t you take that coat off and let’s get more comfortable?” Mike said in a commanding tone.
Rachel nodded with a smile and pursed her lips, barely looking over at me as she gave me her clutch. She slipped out of the coat in one move, revealing her stunning outfit. A black lace, body suit with dark red highlights, see-through and crotchless, but for a sheer, deep red thong covering her. It was like a target on her body. Her nipples were erect, and her breasts stood out, circled by the lace—the stockings attached by clips from the bodice. I almost choked on my drink. My jaw dropped. My eyes wide. She radiated sex.
“Stunning, James, be a good sub and take her things to the cloakroom.” Mike gave the order without taking his eyes off of her.
I had no time to stare. Mike was taking in my girlfriend’s body, all sorts of thoughts going through his mind, I could tell. My cock didn’t know what to do. I was flustered. My mind had all sorts of thoughts running through it. She looked incredible. Jealousy rose in me again as I had to take my eyes off her. She glanced at my back as I left the table to walk over to the cloakroom. I kept looking back. The conversation had continued. Our eyes connected briefly, I could see the excitement in them. Every moment away was painful. It took a few long minutes, but I stowed her belongings and was on my way back over when I bumped into Jess. She smiled at me and took me aside.
“Let’s leave those two for a little bit, they seem comfortable with each other already. How are you? Are you enjoying yourself?” She said warmly. Her face pointed to my crotch. I wasn’t hard, but I was so turned on.
“I’m good, just a lot to take in at the moment, as she said, this is our first time. We have been excited about this for months.” I said with my voice cracking slightly.
Jess understood these emotions; this was not her first rodeo. I couldn’t stop looking over as we spoke. I could see that Rachel and Mike were standing closer, and they were clearly flirting intensely. The two different groups of us spoke for a while. My eyes and mind were constantly distracted from our conversation. Jess was enjoying my uneasiness as she also stood closer.
“Your girlfriend looks amazing, although you already know that. She seems to already be enjoying herself.” Jess said as she started to goad me.
I looked over quickly. My girlfriend had her arms crossed, and her elbows leant on the table, leaning forward, pushing her breasts out. Mike’s hand was drifting over her shoulder, tracing her outline, his hand came to a stop deep on her back. Rachel’s breath was clearly short. Her eyes couldn’t hide her feelings. She pressed her thighs together. She felt on fire.
“Mike is very experienced. He knows which buttons to press. Do you think she will be able to resist him for much longer?” Jess asked with a devious smile.
She was holding my bare arm tightly. I could tell she was turned on watching her dom reigning in his next plaything. I stood there. My barely covered cock, straining. My heart beating out of my chest. Sweat forming on my back. My mouth is open, dry. I took a sip of my drink as I watched intently.
Mike shifted slightly, whispering now into Rachel’s ear, her neck tilted, eyes closed. An excited smile appeared, but was cut short with a sudden outward breath. Mike was drawing circles on her back, going ever so slightly lower each time. It was like time stood still, all the music, voices and noise dulled out. All my senses were focused on them. I could barely feel the tight grip of Jess flexing as she was drinking in the unfolding scene.
Rachel was almost imperceptibly pushing her arse back in an attempt to tell his fingers touch more. She wanted to appear calm and collected, but her cheeks were flushed, and small beads of perspiration began to form on her forehead. She was losing control of herself. Mike raised her glass, meeting Rachel’s pouting lips. He was completely in control. There was nothing stopping his advances, nothing shielding his wandering hands from her body. Her lingerie merely highlighted her more sensitive parts. But he relented. Rachel’s whole body groaned out as his hand lifted off. You could see the desire and pain in her eyes. Jess looked over to me, smiling, mouth open and about to speak. Mike spoke softly again. I couldn’t hear, but Rachel glanced over and nodded. Mike copied her.
“You have nothing to worry about. You know you want this, and she wants this.” Jess spoke after the signal with her lips close to my ear. Her hand had glided down and cupped my package. I reflexively jumped. My cock tensed. I let out a choked groan. My eyes hadn’t left Rachel and Mike, but I could tell Jess was smiling at me. She started to nibble on my ear with short, soft kisses. I was at their mercy. We were at their mercy. Rachel was in the palm of Mike’s hand, and I was in Jess’s.
Mike’s palm returned to Rachel’s back. I watched with angst as it went lower and lower until it rested on her arse cheek. She wasn’t hiding it now. She pushed back into it wantingly. Mike pulled at her thong. She gasped; her hands gripped the table, and his other arm, which was found resting with his hand perfectly placed to fiddle with her nipples. He pulled again and added a command which she followed obediently. She opened her legs slightly, her heels now quite apart. A soft moan escaped her mouth as he gave her right cheek a firm spank. He continued his teasing.
“Close your eyes,” Jess said sternly.
I gave her a quick glance, and my face screamed no. But a quick grip of my balls made me abide. Jess started to purr in my ear.
“You’re both loving this, aren’t you… I can feel you… But I can see it from her. Nuh-uh. Don’t you dare open.” I winced as she continued.
“She wants this, I can see her inner thighs glistening, she is so wet…she needs it, deserves it… She needs to feel the pleasure of a bigger cock.”
I let out a small groan of excitement and envy. Jess herself let out a short gasp.
“Oh, he’s playing with her now… His fingers are so strong and rough. That tiny thong is pulled to the side… where do you think those fingers are going?”
It was a question that my mind couldn’t answer clearly. There were too many dirty thoughts fighting each other.
“Her tight little arse.” She said it so bluntly. I almost couldn’t control my cock. She felt it throbbing in her grasp and relaxed her grip.
“Oh… of course, she doesn’t let you play with it, does she. That’s off limits to your cock, isn’t it? This won’t fill her up, will it?” She said with a squeeze.
I felt lightheaded. My mouth was dry. My eyes firmly shut. I couldn’t hold in my groans. I felt so embarrassed, but my skin felt so hot, her hand was burning on my cock. I could feel every slight twitch, and so could Jess. Jess teased more.
“She’s sucking his fingers. Just one. You know what that is for… oh, she’s really getting that wet. She has her tongue stuck out… You can see the strings of her saliva… Her eyes are shut too… oh, you are a horny couple, aren’t you?” Jess breathed into my ear.
“Oh, that perfect peachy arse of hers is waiting… she is arching out. Mike is so good with his fingers. Rachel is panting, you can only imagine what is going through their minds,” Jess teased.
Mike was playing with her. He had her right where he wanted. She was powerless to resist; her legs were spread, and her arse arched to force it outward, straining to feel his fingers tracing around her hole. She was breathy, wanting, waiting, yearning for more. She had already begged him to continue, to which he laughed dismissively and replied, “You need to earn it.” This was a slow game; the slower the better, and he knew he could draw out more from her. She could feel her legs were trembling under his touch, she was soaking wet, the thong achingly tugged to the side, brushing her clitoris agonisingly. Rachel was desperate for more. Her face was flushed, and her heart was going to explode with excitement. She reached out for his cock. It was rock hard, and the large outline of his thickness was clear in his trousers. She was clasping at it, feeling it out, comparing it to mine in her mind. Her mouth was longing for its taste, and I was desperate to look.
The more they explored each other, the more excited I felt. My mind was going crazy, exploring all sorts of dirty thoughts; it couldn’t pick one to land on. Jess continued to tease me with her words. I had to stop her at points as I was sure I was close to cumming. Finally, after what felt like hours but was only minutes I heard the command. “Open your eyes. Lets go.” I looked searchingly, and worry spread across my face as I saw the empty table. I suddenly felt exposed in my barely there outfit, as if all eyes were on me, and the noise and light rushed my senses. Jess reassured me with a squeeze on my arm and directed us down a dimly lit corridor. You could hear the sounds of soft moaning, skin slapping against each other and other sounds of sex as we ventured further down the hallway. We came to a halt as we reached a room, with the door shut, away from the bustle of the crowded bar room. Jess knocked and entered pulling me inside.
I entered cautiously and found a large bed with a sofa opposite. My mind and cock were almost not ready for the scene that we walked into. My girlfriend was standing facing the sofa with her legs apart slightly bent forward in the hands of Mike who was naked and stood up against her side. He was kissing her ear, causing her eyes to roll back. His large, hard cock pressed up against her thigh. Her hands were behind her, pulling her cheeks apart, which were allowing Mike’s other hand access to her. Her thong was thrown down on the sofa. At the noise of us entering, Rachel looked over, and I caught her eyes, at which she let out a loud moan; they were glazed over in passion and pleasure. Mike was running his fingers from her arsehole to her labia; she was covering his fingers with her wetness. Her mouth was open and moaning at every slight flick.
“Sit down over there. Strip. Jess, come here.” Mike commanded us. My mind was frozen, so I could only follow.
Jess approached and immediately got to her knees as she reached the pair. She took his cock into her mouth. Rachel’s eyes looked down enviously. Mike continued to rub her labia, spreading her lips apart, occasionally pushing a finger tantalisingly inside. I sat down impatiently on the sofa, I picked up her soaking thong, and my hands went to my cock. I touched it carefully, not wanting to play with it too much just yet. Mike continued to orchestrate the show, I didn’t want to move.
“Oh my go..” Rachel moaned out as Mike eased two strong fingers into her pussy. Her knees almost buckled, but he kept her steady. She was being manhandled.
The room was full of the sounds of pleasure. Jess was licking, kissing, and spitting all over Mike’s cock. Rachel’s legs were trembling after each thrust of Mike’s fingers. Her own hands slipping off of her wet and spread cheeks occasionally before they raspingly returned to their post as if to not stop the pleasure. Rachel’s soft, lustful moans were getting louder. She would glance over at me at times, and her eyes screamed out to me. Each glance was as if she was showing me when it felt so good. She couldn’t control her expressions; her mouth was open, and her spit was seeping slightly out of the sides. Her tongue is trying to scoop it back up. Mike continued his firm grip around her neck holding her at his wish.
He spanked her arse firmly, and with a shudder of both pain and pleasure, she let out a yelp which broke up our trance. With that, he ordered Jess to stop. It was unspoken, but she knew what to do. She turned her attention to Rachel, starting with her nipples, each getting a kiss, biting down gently, giving each a nip and a suck. Rachel was a horny mess. She had two beautiful people using her, controlling her. Her eyes were fluttering and her cheeks rosy with heat. She was close to cumming I could tell. Mike also knew that he was bringing her up again; she had already cum from his touch in the bar. It was funny how turned on she was. He brought her to the edge again. She was bracing and started to beg, her voice shaky and shy as I was now witness.
“Louder”, Mike spoke sadistically.
“Oh, please let me cum. Please, sir!” Rachel begged.
Mike turned to me with a devious smile.
“What do you say, huh? Should she be allowed to cum?” he said cockily as his fingers continued to work in and out of her along with Jess’s lips teasing her nipples.
I knew by his tone what Mike required of me. My voice was trapped for a second. I realised I was holding my breath and my mouth was dry.
“So?” Mike cut the waiting.
“Please, sir. Let her cum, sir.” I said quietly.
“We can’t hear you,” Mike replied.
I repeated myself louder, this time. “Please, sir, let my girlfriend cum.” The words cut into me.
The humiliation burned me, and my cock throbbed. Asking another man who was using my girlfriend for permission to let her cum. The jealousy tied with me feeling so turned on, my emotions were all over the place. Mike seemed to accept this and looked over to Jess, who moved down, and her tongue touched Rachel’s clitoris. Rachel let out a guttural moan, her legs gave out, and Mike held her up by her neck and pussy as a deep, powerful orgasm washed over her. Her eyes closed. Her hands dropped from spreading her cheeks to clutch and grasp Jess’s head. Her hips were bucking into her tongue and pushing back into Mike’s fingers to ride this orgasm out. Rachel’s moans continued, separated only by incomprehensible utterances. She was lost in her orgasm. I had to take my hand off my cock as watching the scene unfold was too much for me; a small breath on my cock would push me over.
As Rachel was coming back down to earth, she clung to Mike’s strong shoulders. Jess stood up and sat down next to me, draping her arm over my shoulder noticing my clear discomfort and horniness smacked on my face. I turned slightly, and she leant in to kiss me. Her face was covered in Rachel’s wetness, and I could taste her on her tongue. I moaned into her mouth and tried to take this moment in. We kissed for a while, and my hands even started to explore Jess’s body, but I couldn’t go too far as my cock wouldn’t last long.
Mike looked down at Rachel, who was panting and shaking still. He sat her down on the bed, where she fell back and collapsed, trying to gather herself. Mike brought over some water, and we all took this as a breather. Jess and I sat on the sofa, Mike still standing commandingly in the centre with his large cock pointing out towards Rachel. She sat herself up, took in some water and took a deep breath to relax, her eyes focused on Mike’s hard cock mere inches from her lips. I could see the desire burning in her eyes. There was lust on her lips. She glanced over to me, smiling as she lowered herself to her knees beside the bed, underneath Mike. She reached out her hands and took his cock, slowly at first, running up and down. She was measuring it with her grasp, it was thick, rock hard and much larger than mine. She was impressed with its weight, and it was hot. She looked up at Mike. I couldn’t stop thinking about how much of slut she was right now, but how she looked so sexy, so turned on, she was completely obsessed with this cock already.
Mike stood towering over my girlfriend as she lowered her mouth towards his cock head. Jess placed her hand on my cock, causing my whole body to shudder. My cock almost exploded then, and there, Jess knew and was being careful.
“Oh my god it’s so big.” Came out under her breath.
Rachel had her tongue out and started to lick around the head, her eyes now fixated on this cock. Her hands slid up and down, and her left hand went to his balls. They felt heavy; they matched the large size of his cock. Her tongue wandered down the thick, heavy shaft and met her hands at his balls. Mike’s cock rested on her face, covering her. He could see the desire in her eyes. Completely drunk on his cock. Mike looked over at me with a grin. In one motion, he sat down on the bed opposite with his legs wide, leaving space for my girlfriend to warm up. Her grip on his cock didn’t break as she made herself comfy. She sat on her knees with her arse facing me, with her legs and thighs wet from her pussy. She started to lap her tongue all over Mike’s cock, from his balls to the head. You could hear the sounds of saliva as she worked his cock. Mike took turns looking down at Rachel and over to me.
Rachel was struggling at first with such a large cock, she wasn’t used to the size, but she quickly got into it, her throat opened up slightly, and the room filled with noises of her gagging, spluttering and muffled moans as she bobbed on Mike’s cock. I only sat and watched as my beautiful girlfriend was turned into a slutty mess. Mike took a hold of her hair and started to thrust into her mouth forcing my Rachel to gasp and gag. The sounds were glorious and painful. My own cock was so close to cumming, Jess was in firm control. I couldn’t hold my own moans to match my girlfriend’s. This couple had us exactly where they wanted. Mike looked up towards us and beckoned us over. Jess pulled me by my cock and pushed me to my knees, close to Rachel. Jess crouched beside me, I could feel her wet pussy against my back. She pulled my knees apart slightly, and my cocked throbbed in the open. Her left hand ruffled through and gripped my hair as her right hand returned to my cock. Rachel looked over at me, with a mouthful of cock. A slight look of guilt quickly faded as desire and horniness took over again. Saliva was spilling out of her mouth as her throat was being fucked. Mike started to grunt as he was getting close. Rachel was gripping his thighs as her face was being used. Mike withdrew his cock for brief moments for Rachel to catch her breath, each time saliva poured out. Her eyes were watery, her lipstick smudged, and her eyeliner and mascara in a similar state. She didn’t care, though. She had much bigger things on her mind.
Mike was standing now, with his right hand, he got a hold of his cock, with his left, he pulled back Rachel by her hair. She let out a moan of lust, tongue stuck out, mouth open, eyes still fixed on his cock. Mike looked over at me, waiting. Jess squeezed my cock, triggering my brain into acting.
“Please cum for her… please cum on her… cum in her mouth… please, sir.” I heard the words leave my mouth.
Mike looked back towards Rachel, the slut was desperate for it. “Look at your little boyfriend slut.” She looked towards me, still in his vice-like grip, and a moan came out of her mouth. Jess had me right on the edge for oh so long, and as Rachel and I locked eyes, she started to stroke me. I couldn’t take it. Immediately, I shuddered as spurts of cum erupted from my cock, covering Rachel’s thigh. My mind lost all idea of time and thought. It almost hurt. I swear I heard a slight laugh from Rachel as a few more small squirts of cum dribbled out of my cock. I had covered some of Jess’s hand, which she lifted up towards my open mouth, and smothered me with. I licked it clean out of instinct. I suddenly got a wave of humiliation. Mike hadn’t cum. I was now the odd one out completely, coming down from an unimaginable high, and Mike could see that; it was like he was waiting for the exact moment regret washed through my face.
He pumped his hand a few times and let out a roar like grunt. His cock started to throb with powerful spasms. Suddenly, large strings of cum lashed out over Rachel’s face, hitting her hair, mouth, and shoulders, coating her. Some flew over and landed on her pushed-out arse. She moaned in excitement. Streams of cum came out of his fat cock head. He quickly moved and thrust his cock into her mouth, where he unloaded more. Rachel shook, she may have climaxed herself as she was being used. She dutifully took her new master’s cum, it coated her. She swallowed in gulps and stuck her tongue out for more. Then, when Mike was finished, she leant forward to clean up his cock. I looked over at her in disbelief. My own cock still rock hard but coming down from my own orgasm. Jess kissing my ear and now stroking the back of Rachel.
Mike fell back down on the bed breathing heavily, with a slight chuckle as my Rachel was cleaning the cum off of his cock. It lay across her face. Jess stood up, brought over a cloth, and helped to wipe up cum off of Rachel’s lingerie. Her hair and makeup were a mess. She still looked incredible. My mind was now in turmoil, post-nut clarity hit hard, but the enthusiasm from Rachel was triggering me. Mike gently cupped Rachel’s face.
“Good girl,” Mike said, and Rachel let out a moan.
She was pleased with herself. Coming down from another orgasm. We started to collect ourselves as I helped her stand up, and as our eyes caught each other, we embraced and kissed. It was a moment of reconnection and reassurance from both of us. However, covered slightly by the taste of Mike’s cum in her mouth. She realised suddenly, but stopped herself from pulling back and continued the loving kiss. We put our underwear back on still not leaving much to the imagination for Rachel. We drank more and took a breather with another hug, both coming to terms with what had happened. We all left the room to the bar area and chatted some more. We were both quite exhausted emotionally and, in response, physically as well. I went to change and collect my Rachel’s coat and we said our goodbyes. In the taxi back, Rachel rested her head on my shoulder and drifted off to a satisfied and earned sleep.