Here's the thing - I have had a fantasy for about 10 years that I cannot find anyone who is willing to help me fulfil. I know that sounds odd, but it's true. See what you think . . .
Firstly, a little about me. Early forties, carrying a couple of extra pounds though I'm about right for my size. Shaved head (hate balding wispy hairs!), blue grey eyes, reasonably well built.
I'm looking for a couple, preferably a bit older, to use me for an hour or so - that's all. There are loads of stories here about cuckolds and BDSM, but I think I fall somewhere in between. Here's my fantasy . . .
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I arrived at the front door of a nondescript house in a nice suburb - no concerns leaving the car parked in front of the house here! As I walked up to the front door I caught a little movement of a curtain - so, they knew I'd arrived.
The front door was ajar an inch or so, as I'd been told it would be, and with a little trepidation for what I was expecting to come, I pushed through the door and pushed it nearly closed behind me. Standing in the small entrance area, I could see tasteful decorations and furniture in the adjoining lounge area, while in front of me was a kitchen stool that held a blindfold and a note with one word - "Welcome!". Now I was getting adrenaline nerves. I simultaneously wanted to go through with this, and was thinking I should get the hell outta here! We'd agreed over emails that when they heard the front door close I'd either be there and ready to continue, or they'd find an empty room with me gone.
I undressed fairly quickly, my freshly shaved eight inch boner making a lie out of any concerns my brain might have head.
Folding my clothes neatly, I placed them on the stool, sat the blindfold on my head and stepped back. The adrenaline was definitely surging - I closed the door a little harder than I meant to, quickly stepping back to the middle of the small room and pulling the blindfold securely over my eyes.
It seemed like an eternity, standing there naked and blind, in a strange house, a raging hard on jutting out in front of me, before I sensed rather than heard movement nearby.
To my left a woman's voice, older, silky, simply said "Welcome Mike" - I guess I knew who wrote the note. That was Helen, and she sounded as good as her photos.
Then, to my right, a deeper, huskier mans voice - Paul. "This is your last chance son. Stand there or leave, but this is your last chance." Shit -- a guy was looking at me naked with a hard cock! But thie is what I had come for, and the initial shock at the reality of my "situation" gave way to what felt like an extra inch growing out the front - and I stood my ground. "All right then." The they left, and a moment later I heard the stereo start.
I was lead through the lounge and then on through the house, a small hand gripping my hard on and leading me. We stopped, and she gently pushed me forwards from my waist until I was leaning over something like a padded table. Her hand snaked down my butt cheeks, lightly tracing my crack, and cupped my balls from behind, so I spread my feet a bit further apart to give her room. She reached around, playing gently with my cock. "DO you like that?"
A moan was all I could muster to answer her, and as I did I was grabbed roughly by the wrists and pulled forwards until the table was embedded above my groin, my straining dick sitting under the edge. Before I could really react I heard the sound of something moving rapidly through the air, followed by the most indescribable pain I'd ever felt on my arse; I was getting my first ever whipping and it was scaring the hell out of me, and it FUCKING HURT!
She whipped me about six times before pausing, and then started in on me with her hand. After five, she stopped.
"The riding crop was to warm you up a little, but I prefer to spank little boys with my bare hands. I think that must be more embarrassing, don't you?", and I was surprised to realise she was right - I was feeling incredibly embarrassed right now.
Another quick five spanks were delivered, with her hand in the small of my back (which she didn't need - it felt like Hulk Hogan was holding me forwards!). "When I ask you a question, you WILL answer it - do you understand?"
"Yes Ma'am" was about the best I could choke out - I was feeling incredibly vulnerable and highly embarrassed, and thought I might be about to cry.
"You certainly sound like a little boy being spanked. That's a good start!"
And with that the torment really began. I was held fast as she spanked and spanked and spanked me. I managed to hold it all together for about a minute, then couldn't resist as the tears started to flow, my poor backside being turned dark red by this vile woman. I don't know how long she spanked me, or how many times she struck me, but I was on fire from the back of my knees to the top of my buttocks.
I hated her.
I hated him for holding me
I hated myself for being there.
But not for long.
Bawling like a baby, I realised she had finished, and the grip on my wrists was less. She was making cooing sounds, and spreading something cool and smooth (hand cream?) over my abused backside. The sobs lessened, and the "massage" started working cream down into my inner thighs, around my balls, and back up to my puckered arse. She teased at me back there, my virgin spot, until she'd managed to get one of her little fingers in there with some lube. The effect was phenomenal. I'd played with my own hole in the past, but to have someone else do it, especially when you have no control, was mind blowing.
I couldn't help but start moaning, at which point I also realised that I hadn't lost my hard on during my spanking, and now I felt that it was going to burst, the pressure was so painful.
"I think it's time we saw to my needs, don't you?"
I was guided away from the table to sit on a bed, and then laid back gently. I could feel her get up on the bed next to me, running her fingers over my chest.
"I like to be in control at all times. You know that from our emails. You also know that Paul is submissive to my needs, but has his own. That is why you have come here, to have us use you as we please, and we shall."
Paul gripped both sides of my head, holding me facing the ceiling. A harsh whisper in my ear "If you fail to please her the next spanking will be from me". I was left in no doubt that it would be worse that what I had already received.
Movement on the bed, then Helens rosebud arsehole was being pressed against my lips - another first for me. I tentatively licked upwards, to which she put more of her weight down onto me, trying to force my tongue up into her. I held my tongue as stiff as I could, while she repetitively mashed her backside down onto my face & nose. Thankfully she moved a bit higher and I was able to start lapping at her lips, straining to reach the pronounce clit that I could feel, but it was all the harder for having my head held tightly in one place.
With all this movement the blindfold was starting to be move aside, and I could see the grey haired fanny floating about my face.
"He can see" Paul dutifully reported.
She stopped - immediately, ordering me to remain still, and for Paul to stand up.
"You were supposed to ensure he could not see me. This simply isn't good enough." and with that she gave his arse an almighty slap.
"Suck his cock" she ordered, to which Paul immediately moved to the edge of the bed, got on all fours over my cock, and started sucking. I'd never been sucked by a guy, or anyone with facial hair, and I have to admit that I quite liked it. Then he started forcing one of his large blunt fingers up into my previously greased hole, and I just about came.
"Swish ... CRACK" and the riding crop that I guess had been used on my butt was making it's way up and down his arse, his tiny wife wielding it like a maestro conducting a symphony orchestra. As enjoyable as it was to see him being whipped after he had held me down, the side effect was that his fat finger was forced further up my abused butthole with every blow that landed on him, while his teeth clamped hard on my cock at the same time. Again, I was incredibly turned on, but couldn't even conceive of getting off.
He was crying when she finished, low earthy sobs that came from deep in that large frame. He looked up to see me looking down at him as he sucked me, and with a sneer pulled his head away and shoved his middle finger as far up my bum as it could go - the pain was excruciating but delicious at the same time.
"After every punishment, some pleasure is required" Helen said, and with that she walked over to the massage table that I'd been over previously, and bent over.
Wordlessly Paul walked over and I saw for the first time his massive hard on. It must have been at least 10 inches long, and was quite fat. His toned body belied his sixty-five years, and was quite hairless from the neck down.
