Performance Art
Years ago, I was with a big, voluptuous woman we'll call Kath. She had the fairest, softest skin, and long, brown hair she wore with in these very sexy "Betty Paige" bangs. Kath used to say that she was so straight that the only porn she liked to watch was gay porn, since gay porn was completely free of women she didn't care to see. It was no surprise that she absolutely loved me telling her about my past bisexual experiences or fantasizing about future ones. I would whisper in ear all the things I wanted to do with those hard, straining cocks and tight, lubed asses while I worked her big, lush body until she came so hard she squirted.
One fantasy we returned to again and again was me and another man putting on a live sex show for her while she gave us direction. I knew I wanted to make this a reality for her, but arranging such things are notoriously hit-and-miss. After some false starts an opportunity arose. A married couple from my past, we'll call them Mistress and Mister, were going to be in town the next month. Mistress and Mister had a very egalitarian marriage- she was allowed to fuck other men and so was he. Mistress was another hot-blooded brunette. Literally. I've never known anyone whose skin got so hot when they were sexually excited. She was slimmer and darker than Kath, but no less busty and curvy. Mister was tall and broad-shouldered, with these long, strong arms and muscular legs. At 6'6", I was also built like a linebacker, even taller than Mister's 6'1", but Mister had actually played football and had the scars to prove it. Since I'd been with them before, I knew that at least I had chemistry with them and figured Mister and I could put on a show for the ladies, even if nothing more developed afterwards.
When Mister and Mistress arrived, we all had a meet and greet over drinks to see how everyone was feeling and everyone was excited to proceed. The night before the show, however, Mistress and Mister got their hands on me and dragged me into bed. Mister had been teased about the upcoming event for so long that he was near to bursting and could wait no longer. He straddled my face and fucked an enormous load of salty cum into my mouth with his thick, 8 inches of cock, while his wife rode my own 6-inch cock to her own climaxes. I however, since Kath said that I needed to save my load until showtime, while Mister and Mistress were sleeping in deep satisfaction, I had to limp back to my own room dragging balls swollen by weeks of edging.
The evening of the show I set up all the things we would need. I made sure there was lube and condoms and two big comfortable chairs in the room with an excellent view of the guest bed. I made a plate of fruit and cheeses and other snacks, and a nice tall pitcher of chilled Sangria (Mistress's favorite). I spent the afternoon washing out my insides to assure that I would be squeaky clean. Finally, I used a big plastic syringe to load my ass up with lube and sealed it with a sturdy anal plug. I knew from experience that Mister could rush straight into piston-like pounding rather than having the patience to open me up, and I wanted my ass to be ready to take whatever he threw at it. I won't lie. I was extremely pleased with how I had made this come together.
Once the ladies were settled in their high-backed chairs and had a glass of Sangria to toast each other with, Kath noted wryly that Mister and I were overdressed. I started to untie my robe, but Mister had this toothy grin on his face and just grabbed me and pulled me to him. He spun me so that I was facing the women and reached around me, pinning my arms to my sides with his long arms. He undid my robe and dropped it to the floor. Then his huge, calloused hands started grabbing at me. He pawed at my chest, squeezing my pecs like a woman's breasts, pinching my nipples and sinking his fingers into my meat. The effect was instantaneous. My brain melted. I don't know what I thought was going to happen this evening. I'd been in charge of everything up until this moment and now, suddenly, I wasn't in charge of anything! Something about those rough, strong hands just turned off my brain completely. I knew I wasn't going to be able to do anything to control the action. I no longer a participant. I was an object.
Mister turned me around so fast I gasped. He'd already shrugged his robe to the floor and with his fingers in my hair, forced me to my knees and shoved his hard 8 inches into my mouth. Like I said, Mister can be a bit of a jackhammer, so he just held my head in place while he fucked my mouth. Each stroke got him a little further back into my throat. Soon my eyes were watering and I was gagging as his cock pushed past the back of my throat with every stroke. He tilted my head back so I could see was that wide toothy grin looking down across his hairy chest and belly. I tried to peek and see what the women were doing, but his big cock and broad body filled my vision. His cock and balls were my entire world right then.
Mister pulled me up onto the bed and got me on my hands and knees, spreading us out so the ladies could get a good look at every inch of the two of us as he fed me that magnificent cock. He worked his hips so fast and his cock so deep that I gagged more than I would have preferred, but he was completely undeterred. He stopped thrusting and started pulling my mouth onto his shaft. Inch after inch is pressing into my throat and I gag even harder. That's when I hear Mistress say "Careful there, honey. You don't want to be too hard on him!" Mister jerked his glistening cock out of my mouth and I gasped for air. And then Kath, nibbling a cheese slice added nonchalantly "Oh no. He's fine. He can take it." And with a wave of her hand signaled for Mister to return to choking me with his meat!
At some point the ladies decided that what they wanted to see was how much I wanted to suck that dick. So, Mister arranged himself against the headboard and I bent over his cock and began to worship it. I painted that thick shaft up and down with long strokes of my tongue. Swirled it around the broad, spongy head, sucking it in and out of my mouth with loud "pops!" I sucked those big balls I had emptied the night before and wondered how he would want me to empty them tonight. Where would he want his thick, salty loads to go? Down my throat? Up my ass? Across my face? What would the ladies choose?
I did my best to suck Mister's cock in the sluttiest, most wanton ways I could manage. Moaning, and whimpering over it like I was desperate to gulp down his load. Because I was. I was utterly desperate to suck his cock and please him with my skill. His grunts and sly chuckling as I revealed myself as a cock-hungry slut showed how very pleased with me he was. At some point he climbed on top of me in a 69 and began sucking my cock too. I could barely hear anything with the blood roaring in my ears and I couldn't see anything but his big cock and huge balls hanging above me as I continued to suck and lick. But then, as Mister spread my legs, he discovered my butt-plug, and I could hear all three of them discussing how eager and ready I must be to get good and fucked.
"Yeah," said Kath. "I'm ready to see him get fucked. How about you?"
"Definitely!" Mistress agreed. "Turned him around this way and get that plug out!"
