Roge knew I fantasised about having two men together, about him telling me what to do and telling the other guy what he could do to me. It's all about being an object of sexual pleasure. He knew that.
Before we went to work that morning he had told me that he would share me with his boss, Ian, that evening. I had not spoken more than a few words of greeting to Ian and only when I had gone to pick Roge up on a few occasions. But when we had first talked about my fantasy, Roge had suggested Ian as someone who had expressed an interest in "fucking the ass" of me.
When I had said I thought Ian was a "tit" man and went for more voluptuous women, Roge had said that normally he did, but that Ian had said that whilst I hadn't much up top he "liked the way Emm went braless" and wasn't afraid "to show off what she has." Although my breasts are small ( 34A) I do have long nipples, which got me my nickname at college of " bullets", and this had always made me feel more secure about my bust, and of course I don't need a bra for support. Roge went on to say that Ian was also a real mouth and ass man and had commented on what he really liked was my ripe mouth, the space between my toned thighs and my rather prominent 37" rear.
Throughout the day I could not concentrate on my work and my emotions ranged from excitement to trepidation. In the cold light of day I wondered how I would feel afterwards at letting two men do what they liked with my body. Knowing Roge I knew there was no going back as he really wanted to use me to impress his boss.
He had told me how to dress – black see through top, long black skirt, lace topped hold-ups and black g string. He also had made it clear that this was not going to be a social occasion with lots of conversation but that the two of them were simply going to use me for sex in whatever way they wanted and I should only speak when I was spoken to.
Before Ian arrived, we had just about enough wine to drink to remove any of my anxieties, but to leave a palpable air of excitement and expectation. I realised that I was going to fulfil a fantasy that I had initiated, but yet I couldn't help feeling some apprehension at having agreed to let two guys use my body without any restrictions.
When Ian arrived it was obvious that he had been briefed because there was absolutely no small talk before Roge led us straight upstairs with a couple of bottles of wine and three glasses. He talked to Ian as if I wasn't there " she likes to give head, she likes it from behind, she likes it in the ass, she likes everything." It was quite obvious that Ian was there fuck me and nothing else.
As Roge put on music and poured us drinks, he rather coldly told me to lose the top and skirt, but to keep my g string on. As I slipped off my black silk top I saw Ian's eyes cast a rather disinterested look over my small breasts. Roge had made me feel a bit defenceless about my 34As, as he had told me Ian was a "tit" man and certainly he didn't appear too interested in groping my breasts. However as I stepped out of my skirt I saw a real glint of desire in his eyes overtake his previous coolness, as his hungry eyes took in my slim toned thighs and g string covered mound.