Fred and Julie cut through our back yard Saturday afternoon enroute to Mike's and Sarah's house stopping just long enough to ring our back doorbell to have us join them. Fred and I wore our pouches, and the women had their paste-on bras and G-strings. Mike and Sarah were waiting on their patio for us. "You guys don't believe in being overdressed," Sarah said when she saw us. Her own bikini left little to the imagination, but it was modest next to what Julie and Patty wore. Mike's trunks were tight and outlined his cock and balls, but they covered his ass. "Honey, we're getting some of those," she told him. "Let's all go inside and get started."
We went into their living room where a bottle of chilled wine was awaiting us. Mike opened it and filled six glasses. Patty and I took the love seat while Fred and Julie sat on the sofa. Mike parked himself in a recliner, and Sarah sat on his lap. Mike and Sarah flirted with each other while the rest of us watched in silence. Only Patty seemed relaxed; she put her hand on my thigh. Fred and Julie sat with their legs touching, but, with their hands in their laps, they looked like school kids at their first dance. After several minutes, Mike looked in our direction. "What's the matter with you guys?" he said. "I've seen more life in statues. You're here to get laid. Loosen up."
Everyone giggled. I gave Patty a quick kiss and put my arm around her. Fred and Julie exchanged a kiss. She put her glass down and sat on his lap. The rest of us put our glasses down. I put my hand on Patty's cheek, and we engaged in slow, gentle kisses while Fred and Julie did the same. Without a bra string interfering, Patty's back could be smoothly caressed from her neck to her bottom. Slowly, carefully, I removed one of the paste-on cups from her breast. My tongue traced a circle around her stiff nipple. Her breathing rate slowed and deepened as I pulled the other cup off. Her hand was stroking my cock through the pouch. I lifted my hips so she could pull the tiny garment off me. She stretched out. I stood up to remove her G-string. As I bent over, my butt bumped into someone's flesh. Looking behind me, I saw that it was Sarah's bottom. She was pulling Mike's trunks down to his ankles. I noticed Fred and Julie were completely naked. I completed my task.
I was about to kiss Patty's breasts again when Sarah announced, "Okay, it's time to retire to the bedroom and begin the lessons." Everyone followed her down the hall to their master bedroom. There was the brass bed that Patty had described to me. Four chairs were arranged in a semicircle around the bed. "Which one of you guys wants to be first?" Patty immediately raise her hand. "I want one of the men first." Patty's face fell in disappointment. "If you gals went first, the guys would never take their turns." We all laughed knowing how right she was. "Bob, how about you?"
I hesitated a moment, but everyone cheered me on. I gave Patty a quick kiss and stood up. "Lay down on the bed," Sarah instructed. I laid down while she took a black felt bag from a dresser drawer and placed it on the bed. "Ladies, while Bob is getting settled, let me give you a few tips. If you want to go out prowling on your own, go to a hotel bar. Everybody there is lonely. They don't know where else to go because they don't know the town. It's a captive audience. I always wear a very short skirt, a see-through blouse, high heels, and no underwear. I get every man's attention. I can pick and choose which one I want. Once I've picked my target, he's mine. I always tell them they have to let me be totally in charge; they have to do exactly as I say. I put their hands under my skirt and have them touch my pussy. After that, they're like lost puppies.
"Bob, scoot down a bit. I want your arms up at a 45-degree angle with your fingers just touching the head of the bed." I moved into the position she described. She took a set of handcuffs from the bag. One cuff was placed around my wrist, and the other was attached to a post on the bed frame. She picked up the bag, went around the bed, and secured my other arm to the bed. "One thing to remember: the person on the bed is going to be helpless, but you must respect his or her feelings. If the submissive says 'stop', then do so. Your objective is pleasure. There is no pleasure in being forced to do something. Bob, wiggle your arms a bit so I can be sure these aren't too tight." I twisted my wrists; they could move around, but I couldn't get my hands out. "A rule of thumb is to leave a gap between the cuff and the wrist the thickness of your little finger. I'll do his ankles later, but the same idea applies.
"I suppose you think I'm going to have all the fun while poor Bob lies here at my mercy. It's going to be fun for both of us, but I will be doing all the work. As the dominant, I get to choose what kind of fun we have." Sarah laid down beside me and began kissing me. "Just relax," she whispered. "You'll get a chance to dominate me. I promise." I closed my eyes and returned her kisses. Her hands roamed slowly across my chest pausing to trace tiny circles around my nipples. Her lips on my cheeks and neck were soft and gentle. I hoped Patty was paying attention. Sarah's kisses covered my torso completely. My flagpole pointed at the ceiling.
I opened my eyes when I felt her sit on my belly. She leaned over and lowered her left breast to my lips. As my tongue contacted her nipple, she pulled up. She lowered her boob to my lips again. I barely kissed the tip of the nipple before she rose away again. She kept repeating this action over and over. Each time I made contact, the nipple became harder and more erect. At last she switched sides and began the torment with her right tittie. It continued until both nipples were standing up. She returned her lips to mine for more kisses. This time her mouth was open. My eyes closed as she kissed me. Our lips barely touched, but the light touch was very erotic.
Something round and hard was shoved into my open mouth. My head was lifted up. I felt straps against my cheeks and around to the back of my head. I heard two snaps behind my head as I opened my eyes in confusion. "This is a ball gag," Sarah said. "Sorry, Bob, but I had to take you by surprise. Did I hurt your tongue?" I shook my head. My pecker had already deflated. She turned to the audience. "The gag simply reinforces who is in charge. It's made out of hard rubber and has a leather strap to hold it in place." She pulled a rather grotesque looking black object from the bag and a tube of lubricant. It had a large bulb that tapered up about two inches with a half-inch diameter shaft three-quarters of an inch long that connected to a large flange. She held it up for all to see, including me. "This is a butt plug. Guys, you know how you wake up in the morning with a raging hard-on? Is it because you were dreaming about our bodies? We wish, but probably not. Your bladder is full, and it's pressing against your prostate. That pressure stimulates your cocks and gets them up. As soon as you pee, the erections go away. Right?" Fred and I nodded our heads. Mike sat motionless. He had probably heard the speech before.
Sarah opened the lubricant tube and smeared the plug with the lubricant. "Ladies, this thing will keep your man hard for hours. We're going to grease it up really good. The idea is to make him useful, not to tear him apart. Patty, I want to put it in him. Bob, prop your feet up and spread your legs so we can get at your bottom." I did so while Patty stood up. Sarah got on her knees on my left while Patty knelt on my right. "Hold it by the base and shove it up his ass. Sorry to be so crude, but that's what you are doing."
Patty put the tip of the plug against my anus and began pushing that monster into my butt. It felt like my bottom was about to be torn open. "It's too big," Patty said.
"Nonsense," Sarah said. "Put your finger in the center of the base to hold it in place. That's right. Now slap it with your other hand." Patty gave it a light pat which didn't work. "Give it a good hard whack. Show him who's boss." She slapped it like she slaps my face when she's mad at me. The plug popped in the rest of the way before I could feel any pain. My anal sphincter molded itself around the shaft between the bulb and the base. In a moment, it felt very comfortable. My erection returned quickly. "All right! Now that's what I call a boner. Give Patty a hand." The small crowd clapped, and Patty took an exaggerated bow. As she bent over, I saw her pussy lips were swollen with excitement. I hoped she would be assigned to fuck me, but I would not have objected to having Sarah sit on my peg.
Next my ankles were secured to the foot of the bed with my legs open at a 45-degree angle. The ball gag was removed from my mouth, much to my relief.
Sarah began her gentle kissing again at my lips. She lay atop me with one leg between my legs just brushing against my cock and balls. Her lips covered my chest again. My nipples soon were as hard as hers. This time she kissed my belly. She skipped my tense groin and proceeded down to my inner thighs. My breathing was deep and ragged as she worked my legs with her mouth. Just when I thought I would shoot off, she stopped and straddled my face. Her pussy lips were puffy. Her slit was wide open. She trembled the moment my tongue flicked the inner folds of her slit. Slightly adjusting her position put her clit directly over her mouth. Her little soldier was as rigid as my flagpole. She gasped as I sucked on her nubbin. Her hands caressed her firm nipples as she rode my face to another orgasm. She was grinding her pussy onto my mouth. It was very difficult to keep my tongue strokes light enough to avoid causing her any pain. She was gasping, groaning, and screaming when her thighs clamped against my head. As I hummed on her clit, she screamed again and again.
