Alex . . . Treat me like your sissy slave: Bisexual, Gay, Femdom, domination, humiliation, anal sex, cum, glamour girls. Alex has success with all the ladies, and allows Jeremy to tag along on one of his conquests. Jeremy soon realizes that in sexual situations with Alex, everyone serves Alex's dick - be they a man or a woman. Hot humiliation and bisexual action.
Part 1.
I always wanted to be a ladies man, but of course I never was. Cute but small, I was always the girl's best friend, never the lover. The lover of course was my friend Alex. Strong, handsome, virile, and a little bit mean - he never had any problems finding women. He let me hang around him more as a n afterthought than anything else. I would laugh at his jokes, and if he got really drunk, he might confide something or another in me. As much as anyone, I was Alex's close friend, not that that meant a lot.
One of the things he let me do was go to the bars with him. He used to say I might get lucky and fuck one of his discards, but of course that never happened. Girls don't have nearly the problem getting laid as men do, and when Alex would leave them, the last thing in the world they wanted was to go home with me, Jeremy.
Finally, after many months of this routine, for a lark, Alex offered to take me out to the hottest nightclub in town. You know the type, velvet ropes, bounces, the whole deal. I never would have gotten in there on my own. Of course I wasn't on my own,, I was with Alex who seemed to know everyone. We weren't in the VIP lounge for one minute when an incredibly attractive woman approached us.
"So I just have to know..." She said, asking Alex with an inquisitive smirk, elbows on our table leaning forward in a way that made her cleavage hang, leaving the enormous round globes of her breasts to be suspended by her lacy bra top.
"You're the new silent partner in the Baseball team aren't you? You're the guy who's funneling The Boss all that cash. You're the guy who's going to build the West Side stadium out of your spare cash - - -Am I right?" She leaned back and placed her hands on the hips of her highly fashionable Snake Skin pants, giving a self satisfied and flirtatious grin.
It wasn't that she really thought Alex was some silent partner for the baseball team; it was that in her mind she had pulled off the trick of the first line. She silently congratulated herself on the way she had combined the male fantasies of absurd wealth and power, with their obsession with professional sports into one single and clean line of entry.
I looked at the woman, scarcely containing my disbelief. She was perfect. At least to my recollection, I had never been this near to a woman of this caliber. Every ounce of her body screamed sex, but in a peculiarly expensive way. She was like the perfect whore. An incredible figure, thin, muscular and toned, young but with an air of sophistication, breasts that were large and full, but not absurdly enormous. You could tell from her devilish smirk that she enjoyed sex, and was entirely open about it, but at the same time her diction and posture indicated good breeding and class. Of course she scarcely noticed me, except perhaps to mentally calculate how long it would take to get rid of me. Her pearly blue eyes were fixed on Alex's face. She threw back a lock of her silvery blond hair and giggled, causing her perfect little midriff to wiggle just a bit. I swore she looked like Jamie Pressley with bigger breasts.
Alex squinted his eyes and crinkled up his nose, looking the girl up and down as though he were inspecting her like an investor would a prized thoroughbred.
"I'm sorry." He said "I don't know what you're talking about."
She joined us of course, but more out of her own volition, than by any invitation from Alex. I watched her and had to give her credit. She was expert in the way she played the flirtation game, capturing space between her and her prey with an easy manner, moving in shrewdly for the kill with soft touches on Alex's arm, placing her manicured fingers on his knees, leaning over to mischievously whisper a naughty word or two into his ear. As I watched her I had the strange and unpleasant feeling of jealousy. Jealousy of Alex, that he wielded such power and wealth so effortlessly and deeply envious of his control over the incredible female specimen who was now practically in his lap.
At the same time, I was strangely jealous of the girl. I was Alex's friend. Who was this woman to suddenly intervene? At the same time I realized I was jealous of her in a more complicated way as well. I had never been so close to such an attractive woman. A normal male would feel raw animal desire. A wish to strip her of her clothing and fuck her until she screamed for mercy - - or more for that matter. I realized, in an inwardly humiliating way, that this was not at all what I was feeling. I didn't want to fuck her.
I wanted get fucked like her. I wanted to be her. To own those incredible breasts, to laugh an easy laugh and have every man in the bar look at me. To giggle girlishly, exposing my flat belly for the world to see and desire, while I wore snakeskin pants, and pretty lacy thong underwear beneath it. What was the matter with me? I thought to myself alarmed. Have I become that much of a fairy that when placed in a room swarming with incredible women my only reaction is too long to be one. I was even jealous that she was stealing my man. I looked down in my drink ashamed.
"Jeremy... Are you ready to go yet?" Alex's voice startled me from my self-loathing.
"Huh..." I said.
"I'm sorry... ahhh..." Alex hesitated.
"Estelle" The woman quickly filled in, her face looked as though she had been slapped.
"Yes, Estelle, well it was lovely to meet you, you really are a very charming young woman, but I will need to be going right now." Alex rose, and Estelle sort of half rose out of her seat. She was shocked. It must not be often that men willingly walk away from her. I inwardly celebrated.
"Unless..." Alex mentioned. Estelle leaned forward waiting anxiously for his next word. "Oh, I'm sure a nice girl like you wouldn't want to..." You could see Alex inwardly calculating, thinking of something.
