The Director's Brother

"You wanted to see me?" asked Sandy. She was a curvy woman with honey blonde hair, and she'd dressed up for the occasion, wearing a black rockabilly dress with white polka dots, and matching modest heels. She knew it was tame compared to what the Director saw every night at his club, but for her it was daring; form-fitting up top and showing cleavage.

"Yes," said the Director. "If you're willing to do me a favor." They sat in a private booth at Smythe and Weston, an expensive steakhouse.

"Can't you just make me?" Sandy asked.

"Possibly. It's rather important that I don't, however."

"Why me?"

"Because you're the one who I control least," said the Director.

"Will it get Julie Ann into trouble?" Julie Ann was her sister.

"No. I think it will help her. In fact, I'm acting for the benefit of all the women who have received my particular kind of help."

"You know you could make me help you, by threatening my sister."

"I'm not that kind of man."

Sandy nodded. "And that's why I'll help. What did you have in mind? Is there cum involved?"

"Yes, there is," said the Director. "And that's another reason I thought of you." He slid a driver's license across the table. It showed Sandy; in fact, it was identical to the picture on her real license. How he got it, she didn't know. She looked it over, and it was a perfect forgery. The name on it, however, was different. "Margo Cranston."

"So I'm Margo Cranston, now?"

The Director nodded. "And I'm Alfred Cranston. We've bought tickets to a very expensive swinger club called Night Moves. The kind of place where they serve caviar to the rich while they rich swap their wives. Kent is a multi-millionaire who runs a computer security company. You're his second wife, eighteen years younger. You have a voracious sexual appetite which Kent wants to see indulged."

Sandy smiled. "Sounds like an interesting scenario. Doesn't sound like we'll have any problems finding takers."

"No. But we're after one particular taker. He will be there as Dante Palermo, and I'm not sure who will accompany him, but I am hoping he will propose a swap."

"You want me to have sex with him?" Sandy asked. "That's not—I mean, I love cum, and you've gotten me to admit that, but I'm still saving intercourse for marriage."

The Director shook his head. "No. He might be interested. We might say yes. But you are always at liberty to stop at anytime, and my intention is for it not to get that far."

"So what's the plan, precisely?"

The Director filled her in.

They showed up at Night Moves on Friday night. It wasn't like a usual club, just a large room on the second floor of a gigantic town house downtown. There were nearly twenty people there. Waitresses in French Maid outfits offered hors d'oeuvres and put up with the occasional leer or grope from the patrons.

Sandy had done her research. Night Moves advertised on several Swinger social sites. Its main barrier to entry was its high cover charge. The wealthy preferred to associate with their own kind, but if you wanted to dress up and pay through the nose you could be one of them for the evening.

Al and Margo Cranston were real people. Sandy resembled Margo well enough, once made up, and she was wearing a dress identical to one Margo had been photographed in: a black cocktail dress with deep cleavage and a hem that came to mid-thigh. Her date was the spitting image of Al. He must have been wearing contacts because the Director's remarkable gray eyes were now blue. Even his accent was different. When he'd picked her up, even Julie Ann hadn't recognized him.

"There he is," whispered "Al." "Third guy on the left, with the platinum blonde."

"She's got a ring on, she's his wife?"

"She's someone's wife, but not his. But she's his date, not someone he just picked up. Her name is Flora. Make sure he sees you, but don't try to obviously flirt with him. Find an excuse to lean over and give him a good view, then join me at a table. I'll get drinks for both of us."

"I would think you'd want to keep your wits about you at a place like this," said Sandy.

"Most swingers drink to reduce their inhibitions, and to be able to say the alcohol made them do it. You should know something about needing help with inhibitions."

Sandy reflected on the Director's words as he went to the bar to buy cocktails. Only under the influence of the Director's power had she been able to admit her fantasies. That had resulted in a night whose memories she'd masturbated to ever since. Men had jerked off on her in the middle of the Director's club. She didn't even know how many, or who they all were. She knew that someday she'd want to do it again, but for now the memories of having done it once were enough.

Now, how to find a reason to bend over. She meandered a bit, looking around, trying not to let her gaze drift to Dante.

"Strawberry, madame?" said one of the Latina "maids." She had a small basket full. "Madame" seemed strange with a Mexican accent.

"Sure," Sandy said, and reached to the basket.

"Oh, madame, I feed it to you," said the girl, and hastily reached into the basket herself.

Perfect, thought Sandy. She didn't stop reaching until she had a strawberry. As the girl lifted a strawberry to her lips, she let their arms collide, and dropped hers.

For a moment, the girl froze, unsure whether to pick up the dropped strawberry or feed the one in her hand to Sandy first. Sandy leaned forward and bit into the succulent fruit, and the girl dutifully held it until Sandy had eaten all but the last bit around the leaves.

"Another one," Sandy said. Then Sandy leaned over and picked up the one that had fallen, before the girl could react.

There, that should give Dante a good view.

She straightened and let the girl feed her another strawberry from the basket.

I have to remember I'm a rich trophy wife. I can't run this over to the trash can myself.

She handed the dropped fruit to the girl and said, "You'll want to throw this away."

"Yes, madame." The girl took it from her.

Sandy looked around. She saw her "husband" heading to a table with drinks. She waited for him to sit down before heading that way, giving the room another scan. Hopefully she looked like she was looking for prospects, as a swinger might. Until she met the Director she'd been a conservative church-goer. She was out of her element, but excited by what might happen. At one table, two couples were talking excitedly about something. Their heads were bent forward and their eyes were flicking from one person to the other. Were they about to swap spouses? The idea would have seemed outrageous to her not long ago, but now she found the idea arousing.

She sat down with the Director and waited. He looked nothing like he had when she had met him at the club, or at the restaurant. Julie Ann had mentioned that he was a master of disguise, but she was surprised at how perfect it was. Still, it seemed unlikely that any particular person would come over and talk to them if they just waited at a table. Sandy didn't think she was the most attractive woman there, even though she'd never felt sexier. Well, except for that time she was covered with cum.

"What do you think, Margo?" asked the Director.

His voice helped her get back into role. "There are some cute guys here," Margo said. "Just need to loosen up a little first." She sipped her daiquiri. "Mmm, just the way I like it."

They made small talk for a while, in character, and eventually a couple came over to talk to them. But it wasn't Dante and Flora. It was a fifty-something couple, fit and attractive. "Hey, you guys new here?" said the woman.

"Yes," said the Director.

The couple sat down. That wasn't good. Those seats needed to be empty for Dante and Flora to come over. In the meantime, their targets might hook up with someone else. Margo wondered why the Director was being so passive.

Instead, he pleasantly made small talk with the couple while she sneaked peeks Dante's way. So far, he was still with Flora. They hadn't run out of time yet.

Why doesn't he just say we're not interested so they move along? They won't waste time with us if they don't have a chance, right? Everyone is here for just one thing.

The conversation seemed to go on interminably, as the Director merely hinted that maybe the match wasn't right. Finally the couple wished them well and moved on.

"Why did you let them go on so long?"

"When they left, they thought it was their idea," the Director said. "Be patient."

"Should we go approach them?"

"Dante and Flora? No." The Director paused. "I'm going to get up like I'm going to go talk to that couple over there. Grab my jacket and tug me back down." He nodded in the direction of a couple much like themselves -- an older man with a young and pretty wife whose assets were well displayed by her skimpy dress. Sandy could see why a man would go for that woman, although she wasn't sure why a woman would go for the guy, unless she was a gold digger. The Director got up, she tugged, and he sat back down. The message sent was that she thought she could do better, or maybe already had her eyes on someone.

In less than a minute, Dante and Flora slid into the other chairs at the table.

"Hi there. Dante." Dante stuck out his hand at the Director.

"Al," said the Director, shaking it. "This is Margo."

"Flora," Dante said.

The women nodded at each other, and Sandy matched Flora's smile. The men kissed the back of the women's hands.

"First time?" asked Dante.

"Yes. We're new to this, looking to find the right couple to hook up with," said the Director

"Well, hopefully we're the right couple."

"Hopefully," said Sandy enthusiastically.

"May I ask whose idea it was to try swinging?"

"Mine," said the Director.

"Mine," said Sandy. They'd rehearsed this part. They looked at each other, and then Sandy continued. "Well, I said I wanted some variety, and Al knew about this place, so here we are."

"Glad you're both here. Flora thought you looked pretty hot, Al."

"Well." The director looked surprised. "Flora's pretty hot, too."

"And so are you, Margo," Dante said.

Sandy looked over at the Director. "I think this is the right situation."

"What are you looking for, for your first time?" asked Flora. "We don't have to go all the way, or anything. But I do hope everyone goes away satisfied, if you know what I mean."

"Satisfied sounds good," agreed Sandy. She pretended to think. "I don't want to dive right in. I mean, start with some passionate kissing, maybe?" She looked at Dante.

"Passionate kissing sounds good." Dante leaned forward. "I wonder what your lips taste like."

Sandy knew she wasn't supposed to kiss Dante just yet. Dante, like the Director, had powers. She didn't want to end up playing for the wrong side. She pulled back a little. "I'm nervous."

"What would put you at ease, honey?" asked Flora. "This is all going to be fun, really, I promise. Dante is an excellent lover."

"Maybe less talking. Maybe no talking. Just kissing and then... whatever comes naturally."

Flora and Dante looked between the two of them. "That sounds good."

"Mind if I have a private conversation with my wife a second?" said the Director. "I just want to make sure she knows I'm good with all of this."

"Of course," said Dante. "Should we wait here? Or if you want to not talk, maybe we should find a couple of beds and you can join us? Public, or private?"

"I bet they want to be able to see each other, the first time," said Flora.

"Uh, that would be good," said the Director. He got up, looking as nervous as Sandy felt. She took his hand gratefully and let him lead her.

There were two private rooms. Each had a velvet rope that went across, so you could let people watch if you wanted to. They also had doors. One of them was empty, fortunately. Presumably the Director had a backup plan, but fortunately the swingers seemed to believe in a slow simmer, and most of them were still just talking and drinking. Maybe they needed more alcohol.

They entered, the Director closed the door behind them, and Sandy knew what was expected. She got on her knees and opened her mouth.

The Director took out his cock, and she slid her mouth over the tip. "I know you want this cum all over you, but this time every drop is going in your mouth. He was already hard, and he started jerking off.

He was right. That was what she wanted, but it would spoil everything. He'd promised her she could have that later. Right now this was enough.

"I've been edging all day," he said. "It won't take me long." He slid his hand up and down his shaft.

She knew what that meant. It didn't mean he'd been jerking off and not letting himself cum. It meant that Lucy and Catherine and possibly her sister Julie Ann had been serving him all day long, and he'd denied them his cum all day, too. She thought she smelled another woman on him, and wondered if it was her sister. The thought that she was sucking the cock of a man who'd been fucking other women shouldn't turn her on, but it did, just as the thought of having multiple men cumming on her turned her on.

He was jerking himself off because she didn't have much skill at blow jobs. Maybe she'd get that skill someday. She still wanted guys to pull out at the last minute and spray her face, but a blow job would be a good way to get them ready. She pushed away the thought. She needed to focus on today, now. Her fantasies would happen. She trusted the Director.

"Now," he said, and she covered his mouth with her cock. Yes, he'd definitely been fucking someone earlier. Maybe. He'd washed since, so she couldn't tell for sure. Either way, he was cumming, with all the force of a dozen thwarted orgasms. Jet after jet of cum filled her mouth. He tasted salty and sweet, and all together wonderful. She wanted to swallow it, and she knew that if she did she would be totally his, totally under his control. It was so enticing. She wanted his control.

Which, paradoxically, was why she didn't swallow. He had told her not to.

He zipped up, and she got to her feet. She adopted a non-chalant attitude, but she was very turned on. There was no harm in that showing, either. Dante would think it was about him. She took the Director's elbow as he steered her back to the main room. Dante was lounging on a bed, waiting. His suit jacket was off. Flora had gone further, removing her dress, looking seductive in a black lacy bra, black garter belt and stocking, and a wispy G-string.

Sandy approached Dante, put a finger to her lips to remind him she didn't want talking, and joined him on the bed. He leaned forward for a kiss. She knelt up, getting her face slightly higher than his. The Director had told her Dante would want to use his tongue if she let him, because that would help him use his power.

The Director was right. When Dante opened his mouth to French kiss her, Sandy opened her mouth to let him, and pushed the Director's cum into his mouth. He was startled. Sandy seized the moment, and got aggressive. Dante was stronger but he hadn't prepared for that moment, she had, and gravity was on her side. For a few moments she had the advantage on him. She pushed him down and held the kiss. She reached for his throat and pressed in the place the Director had told her to, forcing him to swallow. Then he recovered and pushed her away, and she went sprawling.

Fortunately, the Director was there to catch her. He set her gently on the floor.

For a moment, the two men stared at each other. Sandy could still taste the Director in her mouth. She swallowed.

"Fuck," said Dante.

"You deserve this, Three," the Director said.

Dante shrugged. "I played and I lost, Two. So I guess I do."

"What's happening?" asked Flora.

"I'm not like you, Three. I'm not going to take away your free will," The Director said to Dante. "I'm just going to stop you from taking it from others. I saw Bambi. She tried to kill herself when she found out I spotted her."

"Fuck," said Dante again, but his breathing grew heavier and his skin got flushed.

"You want to cum all over Margo, don't you? Just get up and start making yourself feel good. Cumming on someone feels so much better than coming in them, and it doesn't have nasty side effects."

Dante shook his head. "No," he said. And then he stood up anyway, and unzipped his pants, and started sliding his fist over his rock-hard cock.

"What's happening?" asked Flora again. "And what's this about Bambi."

"Give Flora to me, Three. It will make you so turned on, every time you give me one of your women. It will be the best experience ever."

"Flora," said Dante, grunting with effort. "He's your Master now. Do whatever he says."

"I don't understand," said Flora.

"It'll be better for you, trust me," said the Director. "He's really not a very good man."

"I know that," said Flora. "But he's my Master."

"Not anymore," said the Director. "He ordered you to serve me."

"Dante?" asked Flora.

"Yes. You're his. You're totally, completely his, Flora."

"But.... What do I do?"

"Get on your knees, next to Margo, and give me a blowjob," said the Director.

Flora did as she was told, looking like she was in a daze. Meanwhile, Dante's cock was inches from Sandy's face, and a bead of pre-cum was forming at its tip. It looked tasty, but she wasn't going to. She didn't want his influence, anymore than she could help it. She swallowed again, just in case there was more of the Director to get into her system.

"You've done well, Dante. Cum all over her. She likes that, and it's the only way you can cum now, is on a girl. Inside just won't do it anymore."

"Fuck you," said Dante, but he came, shooting geysers of cum all over Sandy. It dripped of her cheeks, and off her chin, and splashed the tops of her breasts and the dress. It felt so good. Sandy came, her body shuddering. She'd always had a fantasy about being so messy, although it was the Director who had made the experience orgasmic.

"She's been a good girl," the Director said.

"She's not even under your control. Maybe the slightest wisp, but no more," Dante said. "I'd have detected it."

"That's why she was perfect for this," the Director said. "Keep jerking off. It feels good. Your own hands are the best hands."

Dante sat down and kept pulling at his cock. "You're more evil than I am."

"Finish by jerking me off all over Margo's body," the Director told Flora.

The Director's cock was in front of Sandy, pumped by Flora's well-manicured hand. This time, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. For someone who had just cum less than an hour ago, he still had a lot of spunk in him. Soon it was streaming down her face and her chest and she was cumming again. A few drops landed on her tongue, and she swallowed them down as her body shook with pleasure. Her eyes closed as she gave herself completely to the sensations.

"Lick her clean, Flora. It will help you feel more mine."

Sandy felt the woman's tongue on her, licking at her breasts, before she even opened her eyes again. She looked down to find Flora eagerly lapping up the Director's cum.

"Hey," said the older man that the Director had started to approach earlier, before she pretended to stop him. "You're doing a bukkake scene? Mind if I join in?"

"It's up to her," said the Director.

Sandy grinned. "The more the merrier," she said. It wasn't as if she had to touch him. Attraction was beside the point.

He wasn't the last of the evening. Two other men, noticing that it seemed to be an open scene, came over as well.

The Director lounged on the nearby bed, directing it all. Mostly Flora cuddled up next to him, sucking on his cock now and then, but he also told her to make the rounds of the club, making sure that anyone who wanted to cum on Sandy got a chance. Sandy came every time their cum hit her skin.