I can't say for sure when my fantasies first began, but I knew that at the age of 31, they had been a part of my life longer than any real lover I have ever had. I am an attractive woman, slim due to the athletic nature of my job, with real blonde hair, green eyes, and unusually long legs. It had taken me several years of experimenting before I found a man that could keep up with my higher than normal sex drive, as well as satisfy my need for more intense sexual experiences. When I met Jack, I knew I had to spend the rest of my life with him. His sexual appetite was never filled, and our first naughty date ended up with an entire day of sex in more positions than I had even imagined possible. While his charm and handsome face made me want to say hello, the things he did to me made me sure I could never say goodbye. We moved rapidly into threesomes with other women, and then full blown swinging, although Jack never played with the men.
So when Jack finally seemed interested in sex with another man, I could feel myself get wet almost instantly. I had never really told him that I have fantasized about dirty, almost violent sex since I was old enough to be interested in sex. I have no desire for pain, and I don't like to be tied up or anything, but it thrills me to think of having a sex slave begging for me to fulfill every last exhilarating dirty thought I have ever had.
I went the obvious route and checked Craigslist looking for someone who might fit the bill. Since my boyfriend had never been with a man before, I knew it had to be someone submissive, and very, very willing to do anything we could come up with. So when I found an ad that said the authors dream was to have a dominant couple turn him into a dirty slave, I knew I had found my man. After some necessary emails and texts, I arranged for Greg to come over to the house to begin his new part-time career as the fulfillment of my darkest sexual fantasies.
Greg was not exactly gay, but he wasn't exactly straight either. He obviously liked girls, by the way he ogled my breasts through the skimpy top I wore when he came over. But I could tell he was as attracted to my lover as I am by the way he melted when Jack turned on his characteristic charm. The moment that Greg fell under our spell completely though was the moment when Jack slipped his jeans down to reveal the erection that I had been helping him with as we waited for Greg to arrive. It was a very solid, and thick, nine inches and the look on Greg's face told me that he was ready for all we had to offer.
My instructions to Greg were to come to the house wearing loose pants, a tank, and nothing else. Like the good little boy he is, Greg complied exactly. I had seen pictures that he had sent over the previous days as we had emailed back and forth, but the blurry camera phone pictures did not do justice to the man who stood in my doorway eyeing Jacks throbbing cock. He was slender, a nice contrast to Jacks muscular body, had dark hair and dark eyes, and skin as soft as a girls. He was by no means feminine, but it was easy to see that the strength I so loved in Jack would not be challenged in any way.
Unbearably eager to step into the role of dominatrix, I reached over and yanked the pants off of Greg's slim hips and onto the floor. I felt him tense a little as I went behind him and pulled his shirt over his head. I wrapped the material quickly but tightly around his wrists, a neat little trick I had learned in college. Still holding his bound hands, I gave him a sharp nudge with my knee, forcing him to kneel as I shut the door behind him.
"Greg, I am very pleased that you followed instructions. Now, I want to see just how good you can be," I said, smiling as I ran my hand across his smooth ass. Suddenly, I slapped his firm butt with my hand, my excitement growing as I watched him jump a little.
"Greg, I want you to show me what a good cock sucker you are. Jack has been waiting for a blow job all day, and I want you to give it to him. Be a good boy and swallow it all down, OK?" I looked over at Jack and motioned him forward. Although he seemed a little reluctant, Jack could tell that I was excited as my nipples hardened into little points under my shirt. Greg obediently opened his mouth as Jack slid his already glistening cock into Greg's mouth. From his emails, I knew that Greg had a thing for sucking cock, and as he began to take Jack into his mouth, I could tell he had a lot of practice. I watched intently as Greg moved his mouth up and down Jacks shaft, surprised that he could take so much in his mouth that his tongue would dart out and flick Jacks balls with each stroke. Greg's eyes were closed as he concentrated on the thick meat in front of him, and I could see Jack quickly reaching the point of no return. Suddenly, Jack grabbed the back of Greg's head and shoved his cock all the way into Greg's mouth. I knew from experience that Jacks first orgasm of the night would be massive, and thick, and from the look in Greg's eyes, he was feeling that cum slide down the back of his throat. Watching the show in front of me had made me so hot and slick, I knew I was going to take advantage of Greg's throbbing erection that was becoming more and more pronounced by the second.
"That's a good boy," I praised my new pet as Jack pulled his already hardening cock from Greg's lips. "Now, I want to watch you walk upstairs and get on my bed. If you lose that hard-on, there will be consequences," I warned. Greg stood and nodded, and I smiled back at Jack, letting him know I was enjoying the show.
I looked at Jack, and asked a question I already had an answer for, "Are you having fun?"
