"What the F..." Stevie started to say.
He suddenly felt a stinging on his arse. Looking behind at Lise he saw that she had a riding crop in her hand and obviously this was what had caused the stinging. Lise leaned over him, her bare breasts brushing off his naked back, erect nipples scraping along his spine and over his shoulder as she placed a mask on his face. Stepping back she warned him, "another word and I'll put a ball gag in your mouth." Stevie's throat constricted, his arse cheeks clenched and sweat formed on his forehead.
"Now don't move while I finish shaving your butt hole." She told him. Completing her task she smothered his cock, balls and arsehole in her favourite coconut butter moisturizer. He'll need that before the end of the night she reminded herself Lise then told Stevie to "get to his feet," as he did so, she noticed his semi erect state. Smiling to herself she grasped his prick in her hand and dragged the somewhat reluctant and blindfolded victim back into her bed chamber. It did not take her long to bind him to the bed. He was a perfect victim, she tought as she surveyed him from behind, his arse raised higher than his head, legs splayed wide, arms now behind his back, he had attempted to escape during this transition, but she whipped him thrice more with the crop, and he surrendered.
Lise admitted to herself that she was beginning to feel a tingle in her cunt, and also in her gut. This was not her usual subservient position and she was beginning to feel the surge of power attracting her. The realization made her cunt tingle and weep all the more. She started to tell him a story.
"While I was surfing the internet, while you were away, I was struck by a great idea. You have often expressed the desire to be ass fucked, and the idea has excited me so very much. With that in mind, and with the urging of an online friend of mine, we decided I needed to fuck you myself. In fact I bought, at his suggestion, a strap-on cock, just to fuck your sweet arse with. I know you will enjoy it, and already I'm beginning to get a real buzz from the idea.
"But honey," Stevie started to say. Lise brought the riding crop down on his arse again, two, three, four times.
"Speak only when I tell you to, she admonished him. Fuck, look at the welts on him, I can't believe I did that, wow, I'm wet and horny." She thought. "Time for your surprise," she told him. Lise reached into her underwear drawer and withdrew a skin coloured, life size, strap on cock. Strapping it on, she once more found her clit tingling, and felt a rush of juices to her cunt. Hardly had she fitted the cock when Stevie, unable to see what was going on, let another whimper, "Liiiiisssseeeee." As the riding crop fell this time, Lise noticed the corner of the crop had actually scored a bullseye on Stevies butthole. She stood astonished as it appeared to open and gasp in spasm, just as Stevie grunted through clenched teeth. Lise licked her lips in anticipation, excitement and anticipated sexual lust. Gently she applied a calming lubrication to Stevies ass. Her outstretched hand circling first one butt cheek, then the other. As she worked, she honed in on his hole. Between his thighs she could see his cock growing. She reached between his legs and gave his cock sack a firm squeeze. "You better have plenty of cum for me when I need it" she admonished. Still smarting from the pain of the crop, Stevie failed to respond. How the fuck am I going to get out of this, he thought. He would be the first to admit that he had expressed the idea of being with another guy to Lise before, but that was as long as she was the sandwich. If he had to then take a little cock, well what harm. Now though, things had changed, he wasn't at all confident about Lise taking full control and using him for her sole satisfaction.
As Lise told her lady friends of the previous nights events, her voice lost the earlier insecurity which had been evident. Kerry and Amelia, were by this stage massaging each other's inner thighs, and more. Kerry had lifted her ass off the seat to allow Amelia hoist her dress above her waist. Panties by now wet, she was attempting to surreptitiously remove them. Her thighs splayed wide, she shuffled forward to allow Amelia access to her wetness. Already she could feel herself on the verge of climaxing as she visualized Stevie being raped by Lise. Her left shoulder and arm were by now tensed, supporting her body on one side while allowing Amelia access to her inner core. Odette meanwhile had progressed from rocking on her clenched fist. Shamelessly she had undone her jeans, pushed them down over her thighs, and as she sat beside Lise, commenced toying with her clit. Lise herself, arms originally folded on the tabletop, had subconsciously begun teasing her most sensitive spot, her breast, her nipple to be precise. She had started to rub it gently with her thumb, almost flicking at it through her clothing.
By now she was actually grasping and pinching as she narrated her tale. Her other hand had dropped into her lap and she was now grasping it between her thighs, riding it. So deep was their involvement that neither group was aware of the events occurring within inches of them. The smell of musk and the aroma of sexual excitement filled the room, to the oblivion of those present. Each participant waited the inevitable outcome. None in the group had ever participated in a sexual adventure without their male partners, and already they were anticipating replacing Lise in her position of power. It is one thing to get fucked, and another to fuck, but to be able to participate in both excited each of them in individually separate ways. They could almost relate to Steve's desire to be ass fucked. They could understand the adrenalin rush, and the underlying current of being the ultimate fuck. To be fucked and to fuck. What a concept, and what a dream. They had each and often still partook of the pleasures of the same sex, but never had they fucked and been fucked by a guy. What a rush.