( Author's warning : While predominately Exhibitionism & Voyeurism, BDSM and RAPE lie within. )
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Nashville, Tennessee...River Rats restaurant and night club...
"Money in the safe, time to relax."
Brock Dundee was exhausted. All due to running his kitchen as well as taking time to party with his brother, Roger and his cadre of sexually driven friends, all of whom were the faculty of Horton-Dexter High School. While taking a huge risk in letting them go all out in the bar it was just finally setting in what could have happened. Seated in his private office, he kicked back to reflect on the entire evening, going so far as watching security camera footage of the bar itself. While yes, it was hot as hell like some porno gangbang gone wild, he knew he was stupid tonight. The events could have easily cost him his liquor license and closed the club down. Thankfully everyone in the club was all in on the fun and games. Not one complaint to the management, namely Brock himself. No visits by the local cops meant nobody complained. He had actually gotten a number of compliments instead. Unfortunately, he had to tell those customers that it was a one time thing. At least in his immediate future.
The main reason he cut loose and let go was to impress his newly acquired...sort of, girlfriend. While they were great together tonight, he knew that it was only to convince her that he could change and be what his bar manager Willow wanted from a man. Something she was currently getting from a Quarterback for the Tennessee Titans. Still, he knew she was fond of him but up until his talk with Piper Cherry, he was too shy to express himself. What he did out on the open water of the Cumberland alongside his brother was an eye opener. Piper suckering Willow into thinking she was Brock over his cell got him naked pictures almost instantly. Piper making Brock seem suddenly aggressive sparked the bartender into giving in. That was the beginning.
"God I hope I can keep this up. Sharing Willow with Roger out back was insane. She loved getting it in both ends. I guess I never really knew how wild Willow could get until tonight." Sighing just to control his nerves, he looked at the clock. His kitchen crew were finishing up their cleaning. The bar tidy upon last inspection, he collected his till and counted it for the night. Not perfect, he knew he could recalculate it tomorrow before opening the evening rush. He had more than enough help hired to keep the ship afloat. Speaking of ship..."I wonder if the party went back to the houseboat?" He tried texting Roger but received no reply. "Probably too busy hammering Piper." Goddess like her...he knew he would be.
Intercom on his desk, Brock Dundee sighed with an evil grin, button pushed he barked a direct order. "Willow...get your fucking ass in here!" The reaction in the bar between Willow and bartender Doreen was priceless. Willow bubbly at his newfound authority tossed her bar towel on the bar and told Doreen. "Duty calls." Doreen just laughed. "More like booty calls." Tongue razzes between the ladies, Willow hurried to Brock's office at the back of the restaurant. Finding the bouncer Crom gnawing on a drumstick that was going to be thrown out, she patted him on the ass in passing. The giant nodded and enjoyed her tight buns in transit. She was just a flirt.
"You called, Oh Lord and Master?" Willow ducked her head in, her hands to each side of the door frame.
"That's how it should be. Grab your things we're going to our houseboat. Party should be going on still."
"Should I grab a bottle of something for the water?"
"Tequila! Limes for more shots. Plastic cups! Meet you at my Land Rover in fifteen minutes. Oh, one last thing." He stood up and walked over to her and grabbed her by her throat, applying a gentle pressure. She melted in his sneer. "No clothing in my vehicle. Lose those shorts."
"I'll put them in my car." She giggled. "Does that mean you lose your clothes?"
"My decision not yours. Do as I say." He whips her around and slaps her bottom. "MOVE!" Like lightning! Willow's thoughts were all over the spectrum. Quarterback who? That was not going to be so easy escaping. He was on the road this weekend but come midweek? Trouble might ruin Brock's future, if she couldn't give up her man. Fight for another day. Tonight she was all her Bosses.
"I'd never have gotten away with treating Annie like that."
Divorced now, this was a new lease on life.
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"Sera?"
Henry McKellen was feeling crappy now that Serafina Black was moody and evasive. All the way back to Kelly Herbert's home, he had remained quiet to give her time after her own brother Dominic had dipped her in the street and kissed her with passion. Sera accepted it without argument but grew silent soon after. Henry was afraid Dom had overstepped his boundary after Sera calling her bother out on him wanting to learn how to be passionate after 34 years of being dominant without waver. Oh, he tried on occasion to simply hold Kelly but it usually ended badly, he taking her hard as a result of letting her see his weakness. Kelly Herbert understood. As if she had a choice!
"Talk to me Sera. No slave or Master bullshit." Henry tried his best to get through to the bodybuilding Goddess. "We're friends and friends help one another when things get tough."
Looking back to see Dom carrying Kelly over his shoulder, she forced to masturbate as they walked along, Sera paused to grab Henry by the collar she had locked about his neck. "I can't indulge Henry. Just let it rest. It's a family thing."
"You just told me last night there was nothing..." He frowned at her gaze. "You don't have to tell me I can see it in your eyes. Dom and you..." The incest thing in his RPG game hit home yet again. While it was just a game to earn money, the subject matter of times did effect Henry, especially capitalizing on his girls as exact copies for his main character's daughters. With Dakota persistent in getting him to teach her how to be with boys and get ready to lose her virginity, every little thing effected even he. He felt sorry for Serafina.
"You see nothing!" She retaliated. "Dammit! Why do I let my guard down? I mocked him and he put me in my place, simple as that. You saying Dom wanted to learn about passion is impossible and you know it."
"What you see and what I see are two different things. Dom...came clean at Cashanova last night. He seriously wants to offer Kelly...more than he's taking from her. In trade, I was supposed to work on my tougher side. I have it in me, I just rarely show it. That's why when you showed up I felt...cheated. Then you go and collar me, treat me like a dog..."
"Shut the fuck up Henry." She stepped into his atmosphere and kissed him with as much passion as Dominic had given her. The tenderness made Henry melt for a moment but then chose to exert his own way. Grabbing her lengthy blond hair, he yanked her head to the side and went for the jugular. Kissing her throat, it was her turn to melt. Taking her to the grass with every ounce of energy he had in him, he crawled over her missionary and engaged. Penetrating her, he chose a soft melodic rhythm in fucking her. She allowed it and actually shed a tear. Serafina herself had never known love, so passion was a new sensation. No roughness, all delight! For as long as she could cope.
Dom catching up to them stood to their right and watched Henry's approach. Kelly on his shoulder fingering herself was very close to orgasm when Dom growled under his breath. Bringing Kelly down without finishing, she felt loss, as if she failed him. In a surprise move, Dom leaned forward and took Kelly by her chin and delicately kissed her pouty lips. Eyes wide at his moment of relaxation, she took a risk and fed on his lips. The kiss steamy, she found herself being lifted up and held against his chest, his arms about her waist, caressing her rather than being aggressive. Again, what was happening here? No complaints, just concern. Palming the back of her head, their kiss erotically lingered the entire time Henry made love to Serafina. No shortage of pent up jizz, Henry filled Serafina to a rejoiceful glow. She in turn bathing him in a warm current that felt remarkable. Good job Henry!
Dom hearing their surge of unity chose that moment to take it inside. Carrying Kelly while maintaining his soft engagement, he stepped into her home and went straight upstairs. Taking her to her bed, Dom gently lay her down and simply made out without penetration. Kelly Herbert thanked God for this interlude, his huge dick often hurt so she was grateful. It would never last.
Henry pulling out of Sera sat up and lured her to sit with him in the grass. "Now that...felt incredible." He winked at her.
"Yeah, it was! That deserves my unlocking that collar."
"Unlock it, but I'll wear it awhile longer. Just for you."
"Awww! We should try that passion crap a bit more. Only one thing?"
"What's that?" He watched her stand up and take his hand in pulling him to his feet. Before she could finish her sentence, a car turned on the street and bathed them in headlights. Ignoring being seen, they realized it was Winslow Hardecker coming home from Cashanova. Next to him sat the beautiful Svetlana here to earn her money as his visiting Mistress. She was tired from dancing all night so their greeting was minimal. Henry didn't even complain about Knox. Conversation simple the couple headed inside Winslow's home. "What were you going to say?"
"Side by side." She led him into Kelly's house and stopped at her purse long enough to remove the tiny lock on his collar. As promised, he left the collar on and followed her hand in hand upstairs. Hearing Dominic actually making love to Kelly, Henry paused her, concerned that interrupting this moment might create friction. Queen bed or not, the room on it was hardly big enough for two giants. That meant up close and personal. Leading Henry in, Sera eased right up alongside her brother and rubbed hips. Drawing Henry on top of her for more missionary, Dom simply ignored them and pursued his moment. Henry could tell Kelly was crying at this change in her normally aggressive Master. Even as Henry made love to Serafina, he snuck his hand over and held Kelly's as a comfort. Dom said nothing. Taking note, he maintained the passion along Kelly's throat, her soft moans intoxicating.
Out of nowhere, Dom reached over and took his sister's hand and held it just like Henry was doing to Kelly. Again caught off guard, Sera joined Kelly in weeping. No tough bitch right now. No tough bastards right now. The men simply enjoyed exploring their caves.
Spelunk!
