Guess Who Came After Dinner

A story of feminine domination, cross dressing, fetishism, and bisexuality.

GUESS WHO CAME AFTER DINNER?

"Darling!"

"Where are you?"

"I'm in a cab. Did you miss me?"

"Desperately. How was the trip? Are you exhausted?

"The trip was great, and I feel marvelous. I had the day off today in Paris, and took the Concorde home. I had a massage, got my hair done, and did some shopping. Oh la la."

"What did you buy?"

"Some lingerie. Wait till you see."

"I can't wait. Will I see you tonight?"

"Of course. But you will have to wait a bit. I have to go out to dinner with a client. I will come over afterward. Will you wait? At your place?"

"Of course! Oh baby, I have missed your kisses so much. I want to hold you and squeeze you and caress you and nibble on you and lick you `till you beg for mercy. I want to please you in every way. I'll do anything you desire."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"Oooooooh, yes. You make me so wet. I have to get ready now, and I may have a surprise for you tonight."

"What is it, the lingerie?"

"Maybe, maybe not. It's a surprise, I can't tell you. Just try not to play with yourself until I get there, O. K.?"

"Just a little?"

"I'll be home. I love you."

"Love you desperately. `Bye."

Later........

"NO. I'll call you later. Maybe from the restaurant before I come, so that you can be ready for me."

"Have you been a good boy?"

"Of course. Where are you?

"Home. I am getting dressed. I'm wearing black. You know what that means?"

"Let me guess. You are feeling dominant tonight."

"Something like that. How did you know?"

"Just a wild guess."

"Is that all right?"

"I could get into it. What are you wearing?"

"A recent acquisition from Paris. I think you will like it."

" I am sure I will."

"Darling, tell me about your wanting to please me. Tell me about wanting to be my love slave."

"I want to satisfy your every whim, your every fantasy. I will do anything for your pleasure."

"Anything?"

"Anything you desire."

"I'm just checking. A woman likes to know how she stands with her man. There is another surprise waiting for you, right there in your apartment."

"Where?"

"Go to the closet in the spare room, and look on the top shelf. I have to get ready. I'll call you from the restaurant."

The doorman was treated to the his most memorable moment of the evening as she stepped from the cab. It was just an instant, but the flash of the top of her stocking would be forever burned into his memory. The restaurant was small, and dimly lit. Soft music and discreet booths made it a favorite for romantics and others seeking privacy and discretion.

"Good evening, Ms. Altman. I believe your party is waiting for you in the bar."

"Thank you Jacques."

"Right this way."

Heads turned ever so slightly to note her passing, for she was truly a magnificent sight. Her blond hair was done as if it were a shining helmet. She wore a dress with a tight fitting bodice, sleeveless, with a high neck. It had a plunging slit down the front that provided a discreet glimpse of her bosom when she moved. Her hips swayed gently as she walked, the pleats in her skirt softly caressing her thighs. Her hose were very sheer, very shiny, and very black. Her black raw silk heels were just a little too high to be completely fashionable, but she wore them with grace and ease, as if she had no more than slippers on her delicate feet.

Her date was indeed waiting for her. He was facing the bar, and she stopped for a moment and cast an appreciative eye on his body. She was disappointed that his sports coat covered his ass, but his expensive silk slacks beautifully draped his long, muscular legs. He was tall, and his shoulders were broad and powerful. He looked up to the mirror behind the bar and caught her looking . Diane knew instantly that she had been discovered, so she took the initiative.

"Have you been waiting long?"she said. He turned. "Not at all. You look magnificent." "Thank you, you don't look so bad yourself." He acknowledged her compliment with a smile and the barest nod of his head. "I must say, I don't get dinner invitations like this one every day. A short and cryptic message on my computer, posted from Paris. It was almost a command performance."

"I am sorry if I seemed blunt, but I was in the middle of a rather hectic schedule." Diane ensconced herself on a bar stool. Her dress was something between the knee and mid-thigh, just short enough to showcase her thighs.

He did not look down, but decided to wait for a more discreet opportunity.

"I will forgive your bluntness, if you will forgive mine. Is this about business or pleasure?"

"Either, but not both. As you wish."

"I have a choice?" She had him at a slight disadvantage, and she smiled impishly.

"Do you want some time to decide? Say, until after the first round of drinks?" As if on cue, the drinks appeared. The next phase of conversation was entirely non-verbal, as each tried to read the other's motives, searching for clues in each other's eyes.

He broke the silence. "I thought that you and Jason were an item, or is that old news?" "We still are an item, very much so." "Then I am a bit baffled." She smiled and stirred her drink, avoiding his gaze. "Can we come back to that part? I will tell you all, in due time." She looked up and smiled sweetly. "Of course." he said with an air of gallantry.

A waiter approached. "Your table is ready, if you would be so kind as to follow me."

Now was his chance. He glanced down, and caught a glimpse of her magnificent thighs as she slid off the stool. Her nylons shimmered in the rosy subdued light. He was sure that she had not seen him.

Wine was ordered, then dinner came. Their conversation remained on less dangerous ground, mainly about the art world. Diane's ex-husband was a big dealer in modern art, and she occasionally dabbled in the trade herself, for a select clientele. Richard, however, was very much a dealer, specializing in 18th century oriental art and antiques. It was said that if one wanted antique erotica of any period, Richard was the man to talk to.. Such transactions were of course, very discreet and very pricey.

"I must thank you again for introducing me to the Vandenburgs, they have very expensive tastes." he said. "Yes, don't they?" He paused and looked down at the delicate blush of her cleavage. When his eyes again met hers he said "You don't really want to talk about business, do you?" "No, do you?" "No."

The air had become charged. A pact had been made, and all pretense had suddenly evaporated. A moment of silence ensued. If she was indeed still in a relationship with Jason, it did not matter, at least for tonight. "Then this evening is very much about pleasure." he said with a smile. She returned his smile. "Very much." His eyes traveled over her body, undressing her, ravaging her. She surrendered to his lustful gaze, submitted to his visual ravishments, invited him to take more and more. "Richard, may I ask you something?" He nodded. "Are you bi-sexual?"

He flushed, and said hotly "Did Elaine tell you that?"

"No, she didn't. It was purely speculation on my part."

He was about to issue a denial, but stopped himself. He very much wanted to bed this woman tonight, and he knew that anything less than an honest response might well end the proceedings summarily.

"I know that there have been speculations among our circle of friends." he offered. She arched an eyebrow, waiting for the other shoe to drop. There was still time to deny it, but she was not going to let him off the hook.. He took a breath and said "I suppose I should count myself quite fortunate, to be able to find pleasure in both men and women. To have been exclusively with one or the other would be terribly limiting. However, it is with women that I have found emotional bonding. I have never had that with a man, never to any great extent." He paused and searched her face for any hint of a reaction before he proceeded. She gave nothing, except for a twinkle in her eyes. He proceeded. "I suppose that there is still the little boy in me, experimenting with forbidden pleasures. Does that answer your question?"

She smiled sexily, as if she had achieved some kind of satisfaction. "Yes, I can see the little boy in you. It is part of your charm."

"And you?" he said. "Would you confess your bi-sexuality to me?"

"Of course. But that is really not important. Not tonight."

"Well, I don't get it. Why the question?" She looked at him as a schoolteacher might regard a child who is on the verge of understanding long division but can't quite put it all together yet. She searched his face for a glimmer of understanding, but he was honestly bewildered. Then the heavy blocks started to fall into place. "Jason is in town, isn't he?" She nodded, waiting for him to put more of the pieces into place. He continued, this time more slowly. "And you and I, and Jason............" She continued to nod; he was getting it. "What does he know about this? Did he put you up to this?"

She shook her head, but said nothing. Her smile was both sexy and mirthful. "You did this on your own." he said. She nodded. "And you think that he might like this......., this arrangement." She nodded again.

He took a deep breath, glanced at the ceiling, then glanced at the fullness of her breasts. Their eyes met again. "Where is he?"

"At home, waiting for me. I told him that I might have a surprise for him tonight." She reached for his hand and held it. A spark passed between them. "Shall we surprise him?"

Jason had gone to the closet in the spare room and looked on the top shelf. There was a small box, neatly gift wrapped. He carried it back to the bedroom and opened the envelope that contained a card. It read;

"Lover, I want you to be

wearing these when

I make love to you tonight.

--D.

His cock began to stir. Quickly he shed his clothes so that he could be naked when he opened the box. Slowly and deliberately he removed the ribbon and tore away the paper. Inside was a pair of sheer-to-the-waist hose. He lifted them from the tissue paper and saw that they had been slit in the front and back, and the feet had been removed. A jolt went through his body, and his cock became even more erect. Slowly he stroked himself, imagining the smooth nylon encasing his body.

Under the pantyhose was another garment wrapped in tissue. He tore the paper and discovered a pair of sheer black boxer shorts. They were loosely cut, with slits up both sides.

The last item, a silver razor came with another note:

"Use this to shave your

wonderful balls. I can't wait

to hold them in my mouth.

---Your Lover"

During the time he and Dianne had been together, she had bought him every soap, bath oil, and cologne imaginable. His bathroom had begun to look like a department store. Slowly he bathed, then used most of these preparations on his body. Occasionally he would stroke his cock, keeping it nearly erect. He shaved his scrotum until he was smooth. He applied lotion to his somewhat rough hands, being careful not to run the delicate hose as he began to smooth them on. He had worn pantyhose during their lovemaking many times before, but this was the first time that she had bought them for him, and the thought made him tremble with excitement. They were a shade of taupe, and the front slit was just large enough to allow his cock and balls to fit through. The slit in the back was larger, and it left the cleft of his buttocks entirely exposed. The dark reinforcement of the nylon framed his cheeks and made them seem more prominent and alluring. Dianne liked to penetrate his anus as much as he liked being penetrated, so he found a suitable lubricant and proceeded to make himself as accessible as possible. Using the tip of his finger, he anointed his sphincter, then gently pushed more of the scented lubricant inside. He used a tissue to wipe away the excess.

The boxer shorts were next. They gently held his now smooth scrotum and swollen prick in their gauzy folds, just sheer enough to conceal nothing. A short oriental silk bathrobe, black to match his shorts completed his costume for the evening.

The waiting was interminable. He paced. He checked his image in the mirror. He went through several musical selections before settling on one. He paced some more. He checked the liquor cabinet for her favorite drink.. From under the bed he brought out a large polished mahogany box, with silver fittings. It had originally been an antique toilet set, but the partitions had been rearranged inside to accommodate their favorite sex toys. He knew the contents by heart; dildoes, vibrators, restraints, lotions, condoms, but checked them just the same, to be sure that they were all there. The phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hi lover."

"Where are you? I can't stand this."

"I'm in a cab. It won't be long now. Baby?"

"Yes?"

"Do you still want to be my slave?" Dianne's eyes locked with Richard's as she spoke on the cell phone.

"YES"

"Will you do anything I ask?" Again, she looked conspiratorially at Richard, who was grinning from ear to ear.

"Of course."

"Anything?"

"Yes."

"Promise?"

"YES."

"Good, because I am bringing over a big surprise." She reached over and gave Richard's bulge a squeeze.

"What is it?"

"Not what, who."

A jolt of electricity shot through him. He paused, then said "What are you talking about?"

"You promised."

He had promised. This had been one of their shared fantasies, and now she was making it into a reality. It had been lustful talk, spoken in the heat of the moment, when she had been wet and open, her legs spread to receive him, her delicate finger probing his anus, urging him to penetrate her deeper and deeper. They had egged each other on, telling each other what they would do if there was another body melding with theirs, another cock to invade both of their openings. Her long red fingernails had raked his buttocks as he filled her with his seed, her exhortations hissed in his ear as he came deeply in her cunt. ".....suck his cock , I want to watch while you...."

His heart began to pound. She was making it happen. She was going to suck another cock in front of him, raise her ass in the air and take it into her pussy like the wanton slut he had taught her to be. She was going to look him in the eye as she used another man's prick to take her over the top, thrusting back against him until he filled her full of come.

There was more. In the heat of their lust she had probed him with a dildo, slid the rubber shaft in and out of him and told him that she wanted to see him take another man, to make his bottom invite him in like a cunt. Yes, she would like that, she said.. She wanted to watch him.

His mouth suddenly became very dry. "Is... is he with you now?" he stammered.

"Yes."

Was she already stroking him? Did she already have his cock in her hand, her long delicate fingers closed around his shaft? Was he caressing her beautiful legs, exploring under her dress until he reached the tops of her stockings? Was he already pushing the crotch of her panties aside and fingering her wet slit?

"Did you find my little present?"

"Yes. Thank you."

"Are you dressed for us?"

He hesitated. Us? Dressed for US? His heart began to pound. "Yes." he breathed.

"Good. I'll bet you look just too sexy."

"Dianne, I..."

"Darling, please, slaves don't argue, they submit. Remember? Now we will be there in a minute, so you can just relax and pour us some after-dinner drinks. You will like him very much, I promise. You will like him very much. `bye."

Jason was afraid. Jason was trembling. Jason knew that he would do anything that she asked, and Jason knew that he was going to like it very much. Still......

The taxi continuted to barrel through the rain slick streets. Dianne's long delicate fingers were not in fact, wrapped around Richard's cock, merely savoring its hardness through the material of his trousers. Richard was exploring under her dress, although she was keeping him at bay for the moment, drawing the line at the tops of her stockings. Flashes from passing streetlights gave him glimpses of her legs, her underwear. The cabbie found the address and came to a stop. Richard paid him, and Dianne rushed up the stairs of the brownstone, digging her key out of her bag. The door opened, and they were in the elevator. She punched the third floor button and turned to him. She put her arms around his neck, and kissed him passionately, grinding her mons into his erection. He hand went up the back of her dress but this time she didn't stop him. Her panties were very damp. The elevator stopped and the doors opened. She broke the embrace and strode to the door, her high heels clicking on the hard floor. She could have let herself in but she pushed the doorbell instead.

Jason's heart skipped a beat when he heard the bell. Why didn't she let herself in? Maybe it was someone else. He would be mortified if he answered the door in this outfit and it was one of the neighbors. He went to the door.

Dianne's heart pounded with excitement as she heard the rustle of movement from within. She glanced back at her new found man-toy, and saw lust and anticipation in his face. She felt his hand on her flank, tracing the line of one of her garters through the material of her dress. Richard lent forward and nuzzled her neck, inhaling her perfume. She pushed back against his hand, inviting him to explore further.

Richard desperately wanted her, and the prospect of taking her boyfriend on the same evening with her orchestration was an exquisite perversion that appealed to him. He wondered if Jason would find the proposition as appealing. Would the right ingredients be there? He thought of the Baroness and her boyfriend. But that was long ago, this was now.

"Dianne?" Jason's heart was pounding with excitement. "Diane?" The bell rang again. He took a big breath and opened the door. Jason was silhouetted in the dark hallway, the subdued light of the apartment glowing from behind him. She dropped her bag and flung her arms around him, her mouth covering his, her tongue probing and darting between his lips. He was lost in her, his nostrils filled with her heady perfume as they embraced. The silk of her dress rubbed lubriciously against the nylon that imprisoned his rampant prick, and she thrust her hips forward to increase the friction of their bodies. He had kept his eyes closed, not wanting to face her companion yet. Finally she broke away, and he was forced to act the part of a gracious host.

"Darling, I believe you know Richard?"

Yes, he knew Richard. He had met him several times at cocktail parties on the art circuit that she had taken him to. He was extremely handsome and very gracious, always impeccably dressed, with a certain air of danger about him.

"Of course, won't you come in?" He closed the door behind them and followed down the dark hallway to the living room. It was spacious, decorated in an eclectic style with a large couch, angora rug, and subdued lighting. Soft music played in the background.

Jason had never been seen by another male while wearing pantyhose, and Richard was obviously checking him out. However, his rising embarrassment began to evaporate as Dianne also cast an appreciative gaze at his outfit. She had bought him these things, and commanded that he wear them. Pleasing her made it all right. His silk robe just covered his buttocks, and the taupe hose highlighted the musculature of his legs. His well defined chest was revealed by he robe. He felt masculine, slave or not.

She ran her fingers lightly over his nylons. "Oh, you look wonderful. so masculine. Doesn't he, Richard?"

"Very nice. I'm jealous."

She unbuttoned Richard's shirt. "Maybe we can find something for you as well." she said, mischieviously. "Would you like another cognac?"

"Yes I would, thank you."

She gestured for him to sit on the couch, then joined him. The couch was low, and she made no attempt at modesty as her skirt rode up, revealing most of her fabulous legs. She crossed them, and the swish of her nylons rubbing together could be heard under the soft music. Her eyes sparkled at she looked first at one man, then the other.

Richard brought the cognac, and tried to read the face of his counterpart. He was unsure of what he saw. Surely anticipation, for that much was sure, but was the urbane smile mocking him or was it merely seductive?

"Richard, would you like to change into something more comfortable?" She crossed her legs. "Jason has quite a collection of robes. Darling, take him into the bedroom and find him something to put on."

Richard smiled, then nodded his assent. "Anything you like, my dear." Jason led him into the bedroom. Her eyes followed both of them lustfully. Jason reached into the closet and found a dark blue oriental silk robe, three quarter length.

"I think you might like this. Would you like some hose to match?"

"Sure, it seems to be all the rage around here." Richard went to a drawer and found a pair of dark blue hose that had been slit as his were. "The small slit goes in front." Part of him wanted to remain and watch Richard undress, but he decided against it. He would find out all he wanted to know, soon enough. He left and returned to the living room. She was gone, probably to the spare room where she kept her things. Unsure of what to do next, he started to sit down when she called to him.

"Lover, come and unzip me." She was standing in front of the mirror, her head bowed to clear her hair from the zipper. He complied, gently guiding it down her back. She stepped out of the dress, revealing a bustier that was made from a flesh colored power net that matched her skin perfectly, liberally appliqued with black lace. It had a seamless bra also of a nude stretch fabric, and the black lace accentuated her nipples. There was a clasp in the center. Six garters reached down her body to hold up her stockings, which which were so long they only exposed three of inches of thigh below her crotch. She turned to face him, throwing the dress on the bed. Her panties were high waisted, and came up to meet the bottom of the bustier. They were entirely sheer, the only lace being the black trim that covered the tiny triangle of hair between her legs. She was breathtakingly sexy, and he was torn between looking at her and taking her in his arms.

"You like?"

"Beautiful, truly beautiful. That outfit must have cost you a fortune."

"Nothing is too good for my lover."

He went to her, but she stopped him.

"Now, now, you will have everything you desire, but only after I have freshened up. Do you like him? Do you approve of my taste?"

"Yes." They both heard Richard return to the living room.

"I thought you would." She undid the sash of his robe. "I kept flashing on the two of you together. I couldn't put too much together, but it made me horny just the same." She wrapped her arms around him and whispered in his ear. "Do you want to get it on with him? Do what I say? Let me watch?" She ran her fingers lightly over the taught nylon encasing his prick.

Jason flushed and stammered: "Yes, yes, and yes."

She stepped back. "Good, then go and bond with him, or whatever it is that you men do. I'll be out in a minute." She turned abruptly and closed the bathroom door, leaving a scent of her perfume in the air.

He went back to the living room, where Richard was sitting on the couch smoking a cigarette and sipping his brandy. He wondered if Richard might have some huge prick that would put his to shame. The robe was closed however, and the loose fabric made it impossible to detect even if the man was erect or not.

Jason had had a homosexual experience some fifteen years before, when he was in college. The other boy had seduced him in a motel room while they were traveling back to school together. He had dealt with the guilt rather easily, but as he had a girlfriend at the time he let it go no further than a few furtive encounters. No other opportunities had really disturbed his heterosexual lifestyle over the years, and his memories of those collegiate encounters remained both vivid and murky. Six months ago he had told Dianne about it as they were trading experiences during a particularly sensuous evening. She seemed to be fascinated with the whole thing, and asked him endless questions about it that night. After that, no more was said about it directly, but a door had been opened, and their fantasizing during lovemaking had reached a new level.

Jason waited until his erection had subsided somewhat, then went back into the living room. "Dianne will be out in a moment. Can I get you anything?"

Richard seemed quite at ease in his new rainment. The hose were shiny, and the blue matched his robe perfectly. Jason noted that his chest was broad and well defined. A simple but heavy gold chain hung around his neck.

"No, thanks, I am quite content. Please sit and tell me about you and Dianne."

"What do you want to know?" Jason sat on the couch.

"How long have you been together?" Richard crossed his legs, and part of the robe fell away, revealing more of his muscular legs.

"About a year, I guess."

With an air of seriousness Richard said "Have you ever taken other lovers into your bed?"

"There was another woman. It was a one night stand."

"Was it good for both of you?"

"It certainly was for me, although it was a bit like having double vision. Two mouths, four tits, two cunts- it was fun, but I think that Dianne felt a bit slighted. She felt that the other woman was more interested in me than in her. Not that the two of them didn't get it on, because they did, but there was something missing for her."

"Was there jealousy afterward?"

Jason was starting to feel more at ease as they sat on the couch, both dressed for sex. "Yes. A bit. I, or we, decided not to pursue it."

"A wise thing, I would think. Such affairs require a delicate balance." He paused for a moment, then looked appreciatively at his host's body. "And tonight, are you o.k. with this?"

Jason paused for a moment and looked away. He was about to speak when Dianne came into the room.

"Gentlemen. How could a lady get a drink around here?" She was wearing a sheer black floor length peignoir. It had a lace yoke that stopped just above her breasts, and the slits in front and back revealed her legs as she walked. She had changed into some sandals with fully five inch stiletto heels, real "fuck me shoes." The bustier and hose were visible through the sheer fabric but the panties were absent. She had put fresh perfume on, and its scent completed her aura of wicked femininity. She strode forward and stood looking down at the two of them. She looked at Richard's new out fit appreciatively. "Very nice. You should let Jason dress you more often." A lamp on the opposite side of the room silhouetted her body through the thin material of her peignoir. She looked at Jason, then at Richard, trying to make up her mind who to taste first. Jason handed her her drink.

She had made love to two boys at the same time when she was eighteen. Although it was not exactly at the same time, it was in the same space of time. It was her last year of high school, and she was about to turn eighteen. Her boyfriend was competing in a swimming meet in a nearby town, and she decided to surprise him by attending. She was shocked to find that he had another girlfriend there as well, who he was nuzzling before the events began. She was furious. She watched her boyfriend lose the 100 meter freestyle to another, equally delicious Adonis and decided that he would be the perfect tool with which to exact revenge. She ambushed him as he was coming out of the dressing room with a buddy, and introduced herself. She said that she was going to hook up with some friends at a party but had missed them, and asked him if he knew where they might be. He said that he had no idea, but if she couldn't find them, he would be glad to help her party. Great, would his friend like to come along? Before long she was in the back seat with the young stud, her skirt around her waist and her legs in the air as he thrust into her. She looked over his shoulder and saw his friend waiting outside the car for his turn. They both went twice, one after the other, and their copious emissions had so filled her that she had to insert a tampon in order to avoid a huge stain on the back of her skirt. That night had left her with a need that had to be satisfied.

This time it would be different. She was a grown woman, and would enjoy these two men not only at the same time, but she would make them do anything that she wanted.. Dianne lent over Richard and started to kiss him. After she had fully taken his tongue in her mouth, and given hers in return, she looked over at Jason. He was mesmerized by the sight of her kissing another man. She broke the kiss and looked at her boyfriend. "You like watching us, don't you?" she cooed.

"Yes"

She smiled. Sitting on the arm of the sofa, she crossed her legs and began to caress Richard's chest. She tweaked his nipples, then slid her hand down over his robe to feel his hardness through the thin material. Again she looked at Jason while she squeezed Richard's shaft. She pushed the robe aside, revealing Richard's erection. Jason watched, mesmerized as her delicate fingers encircled the shaft and began to slowly stroke it. "Lovely" she said.

Jason's robe fell open, and he began stroking his own cock through the sheer fabric of his boxers. Richard sucked in his breath and let out a soft moan.

She stood and went over to Jason. "Let's take these off, shall we?" She reached down and pulled his shorts down over the slick hose. He lifted his hips to assist her. She bit her lip and she gazed first at one cock, then at the other. Then she sat between them, and proceeded to kiss each man in turn. Their hands were busy, caressing her legs and breasts under her peignoir. The loose folds of the garmet slid easily over the taught fabric of her nylons, over the smooth fabric of her bra. She broke the kiss and lay back, letting their hands roam over her body. Her breath became faster as they began to slowly invade the peignoir, their hands traveling farther and farther up her thighs. Both men were kissing her neck. She pulled on a satin bow and opened her peignoir, then undid the clasp between her breasts. The bra of the bustier opened, freeing her generous breasts, and allowing them free acess to her nipples with their fingers and tongues. She let her arms relax at her sides and soon had a swollen penis in each hand. Jason drew away for a moment and gazed upon his lover being so expertly attended to, her hand grasping Richard's cock. To his great relief, it was much like his own, not the enormous organ he had feared. He kissed her, and felt her react to Richard's caresses as he did so. Again Jason drew back and looked into her eyes, then down at her magnificent body as Richard began to finger her. Richard moistened his fingertip with her copious lubrication and slowly caressed her clitoris. She stiffened, as the first orgasm began to come over her. She reached down and gently pushed Richard's hand away.

"No, not yet. Not yet." She stood and looked down at both of them again. Dropping to her knees in front of them, she put a hand on each of their hips, urging them to slide together on the couch. When she had gotten the two men as close together on the couch as possible, she took a prick in each hand and started to lick them, one after the other. Alternating between them, never staying with one for long, she controlled their levels of excitement. Licking became sucking. "I want you both in my mouth at the same time." she said imploringly. Again she urged their hips together until their cocks came together. Grasping both, she held them together and continued to caress them with her mouth. Their combined bulk was too great to take in her mouth together, so she licked them like a giant double scoop ice cream cone.

It had been a long time since Jason had felt another man's prick, and now there was one being squeezed against his own. Is this how it starts again? Is this the first stirring of pleasure from another man's body? It was. They were very close now, and his partner's hand went from Dianne's head to his chest. Slowly Richard caressed his chest and stomach, pausing to tweak his nipples.

Jason was about to return the caress then Dianne came up for air. She had other ideas. She took Richard's hand and placed it on Jason's cock, then placed Jason's hand on Richard's. Richard squeezed Jason, then stroked him gently.

She stood and strutted over to the other side of the room. Ignoring them, she paused and adjusted her stockings. Both men had engaged in cross masturbation with a partner in the past, but neither had ever had a beautiful woman initiate the activity, let alone provide the entertainment that stimulated and sustained it. They were entranced by this beautiful apparition, and they continued to stroke one another languidly while they gazed upon her sensuous performance.

A triangle had been forged. Both men stroking each other, both staring at this beautiful woman who was so wantonly encouraging them.

She walked over to the stereo and punched up another selection, then walked back to a desk across from the couch and lent against it, facing them. Slowly she began to play with herself. First her breasts, then her vulva. Dreamily she regarded the two men stroking each other. "You guys look sooo sexy." Again she adjusted her stockings, then stood and dropped the peignoir to the floor. She turned and bent over the desk, thrusting her ass invitingly to them. Again she began to finger herself. The black elastic of her bustier, her garters and her stocking tops provided a perfect frame for her ass, which she rotated seductively in time with the music. Her long red fingernails darted over her moist slit. She bent over even more, giving them an even better view. Eventually she looked over her shoulder at them.

"Richard, come over here." she said huskily. She was the perfect slut, the woman that every man dreams about. Richard looked at Jason, searching for any sign of disapproval, and found nothing but excitement. "Mus'nt keep a lady waiting, you know." he said. Richard released Jason's cock and went to her. He shrugged his robe off and reached down to caress her behind. He dropped to his knees and buried his face between her cheeks. She began whimpering as his tongue rimmed her anus, then traveled down to her wet crack. She thrust back against his mouth. His hands grasped her garters and pulled her back, holding her firmly as he buried his face in her. She pushed back against his face and spread her legs further. Tilting her pelvis forward, she gave him even more access to her lips and clitoris. Finally she could take no more.

"Fuck me while my boyfriend watches. Fuck me with that beautiful cock of yours."

"You have only to command me, my dear." He stood, and placing his thumbs under her cheeks to spread her open, slowly entered her. She bent over even further. He stroked slowly for a moment as she let out a low moan.. She let out a little cry as he stopped and withdrew. He turned so that Jason could see the sheen of her juices on his cock, the cock that a moment ago he had been stroking. They locked eyes for a moment.

"Oh God, put it in, PUT IT IN!" She was fully open now, and he quickly thrust completely into her. She gasped. Grasping her hips for better control of her movements, he began a quickened rhythm.

Jason watched Richard's buttocks appreciatively as his muscles flexed and relaxed with each thrust into her. He wanted to go over to them and touch them both. He wanted to feel Richard's scrotum, to caress his ass as it drove towards his girlfriend's, to feel the shaft of his cock as it slid into her pussy. He decided not to, not yet.

"Don't come, don't come, please......" Richard slowed his movements and withdrew again. This time she straightened up and turned, embracing him. They kissed a long and slow kiss. She broke the embrace and walked over to Jason, her high heels clicking on the hardwood floor. "Did you like that baby? Did you like watching him fuck me? That's what you wanted, isn't it? You wanted to watch him fuck me."

"Yes." he replied. "You are my beautiful whore." She seemed pleased by the title, and looked down at his prick, surrounded by the glossy nylon of his hose. She pulled up her stockings once more, smoothing them languidly over her thighs. Then she slowly straddled him. Her breasts hung in his face, and he took them greedily in his mouth. She looked over her shoulder and said: "Richard, put his prick in me."

Richard grinned and walked across the room. Taking Jason' cock in his hand, he rubbed it back and forth across her moist opening, teasing her clitoris. She pushed down, trying to capture it, but he eluded her, bringing the shaft up the crack of her ass. "Oh, you bastard, let me have it!" He complied, finding the opening with the tip of the swollen glans. She paused for a moment then sank down, taking first its tip, then its full length in one movement. "Oh yes........, yes!" She was in control now, and her movements became slow and deliberate. Jason was engulfed in her breasts, nibbling greedily as she rose and fell on him. The friction of their nylons excited him even more as their thighs rubbed together.

He felt Richard's hand explore his crotch, first massaging his balls, then a finger darted up the crack of his ass. He thrust involuntarily into her as the finger probed his anus. Sensing that something had been added, Dianne looked over her shoulder and realized what was happening. "You like that baby? He is playing with your bottom just like I do. Do you like that?" Jason moaned his assent, and took her mouth to his for a passionate kiss. He thrust into her, harder.

"Do you like the present I brought you? You like him touching you, don't you?" "Yes" he replied. "It feels so good while I fuck you." Sensing that he was close to orgasm, she sat down on him and pinned his movements. "Slow, baby, slow. Make it last a long time." The finger left him without penetrating him. She held him close while his hands roamed over her nylons, to the tops and the thin band of her satiny thighs, to her lips which held his prick fast. Richard had taken a position next to them, and they both turned to watch him as he languidly stroked his cock. She whispered in Jason's ear, so that Richard could not hear. "I am going to have him do everything to you. Would you like that?" He swallowed, then looked into her eyes. "Yes." he whispered. She continued to whisper in his ear. "He is going to put his prick in your mouth baby, o.k.? Will you suck him for me?" At first he couldn't reply, so outrageous was the request. She thrust down on him with her cunt and the answer came. "Yes" he replied from the back of his throat. He tried to thrust in and out of her, but she held him fast once again. She brought her knees up slightly, putting her full weight on him. The gossamer nylon stretched over her knees, stretched to the limit, accentuating the shape of her beautiful limbs. "Will you do anything I tell you to? Will you?" "Yes, yes." he said out loud.

She sensed that his level of excitement had subsided to a safer level, and she gradually increased her movements on him, grinding down with her clitoris. He watched her as she looked over at Richard. She opened her mouth and formed a perfect "O". It was a clear invitation, and Richard knelt beside them and put his cock in her mouth. She captured it with her hand and stroked it slowly as her tongue swirled around its head. Jason watched from inches away as Richard thrust back and forth between her lips. The sight of this drove him wild, it was like watching a porno, but for real and right in front of his face. Her saliva glistened on the purplish glans, and her delicate fingers stroked the rigid shaft. Its veins stood out it became even more distended. He renewed his thrusts into her cunt.

She felt fulfilled. For years she had fantasized about those two high school boys, wishing that she could have had them together. Now she had them both, one in her mouth, the other in her cunt. Waves of orgasm rippled over her, releasing and renewing her sexual energies. The waves subsided, and she withdrew the cock from her mouth. She kissed Jason, then guided it between both their lips so that it thrust between them.

Jason had not sucked a man since his college affair and the velvety smooth texture of the organ in his mouth brought back erotic feelings long ago suppressed. But this was quite different. He was fucking his girlfriend at the same time, and they were kissing while the silky head stroked between both of their lips. It was like they were sharing a piece of candy, both licking and kissing. They shared this confection for some time, until she broke the kiss and sat up. She stroked Richard slowly as she sat to the hilt on Jason's cock.

"Suck him. Suck his cock, baby." His eyes bore into hers as she guided it again to his mouth. It thrust between his lips. He could taste her lipstick on it. "Oh, that looks so sexy. So sexy." He was into it now. Her words drove him on and he set about his task with new abandon, reaching up and grasping the shaft as it drove in and out of his mouth. "Oh God, Richard do it, I love watching you suck his cock. He likes it too, don't you Richard?"

Richard's hand had returned to Dianne's flank, and had traveled down between her legs to feel her moist lips and the prick that was enveloped between them, the testicles that were so full. He leaned forward and gave her a long and searching kiss which she returned hungrily. The triangle was complete, as each was pleasuring the other. Richard's hand traveled down further and found the crack of Jason's ass. This time he did not stop at stimulating his anus, but darted his finger in and out of the already lubricated opening. His finger had found a trigger, for when it darted in, Jason not only thrust harder into Dianne, but he sucked with renewed vigor on Richard's prick.

Dianne's pelvis spasamed and she climaxed once again. Sensing that both men were also on the verge, she gently massaged Richard's balls back into their sac and disentangled herself from Jason. His cock withdrew from her and dropped wetly against his nylon clad belly. "Save it, both of you. I have some other ideas." Richard withdrew from Jason's mouth as she stood and walked across the room. She reattached one of her garters, and adjusted her nylons once again, checking unhurriedly for wrinkles at her ankles and behind her knees. When she was satisfied that the tops were properly pulled up on her thighs, she sat down in the large chair opposite the two men and crossed her legs. Soft music played in the background. "Jason, would you freshen our drinks, please?" "Of course." He looked again at Richard's cock, wet with his saliva, then left them and went to the bar.

When he returned Richard was alone. "She went to refresh her make-up. Seems this kind of activity is hard on a girl's lipstick." Jason handed a new drink to the man who's prick he had been sucking so hungrily just a few moments before. He looked down at it, just half its former size, without self-conciousness. He wanted more.

She called to him. "Jason. Come here, please." As he entered the master bedroom she was just coming out of the bathroom. She went over to the nightstand and opened up the mahogany box. As she turned back towards him he could not see clearly what she had in her hand, but he had a pretty good idea, for this scenario had been acted out between them before. However, never had it taken place with another man waiting in the other room. "Lie down." She could have specified "on your stomach" but it was unnecessary. He knew what to expect. She threw a pillow in the middle of the bed. He complied, placing his pelvis on the pillow, his ass in the air. She tossed whatever she had in her hand on the covers between his legs and went back into the bathroom. He tried to relax, but could not to any great degree. He looked in the large mirror that was next to the bed and tried to see Dianne. He caught a glimpse of her as she returned to the bathroom. Her black bustier and stockings provided contrast to the whiteness of her buttocks. Her cheeks glowed softly in the subdued light coming from the bedroom.

Presently she came back, a jar in her hand. She stopped at the edge of the bed and looked at him. "You are just as much of a slut as I am, aren't you?" "If it pleases you." he replied. "You know it does. Has Richard been fingering you? Has he?" He flushed. She took some jelly from the jar. "Yes." he replied She felt between his cheeks and found his anus, which she annoited. "Did you like it? Did you like having him play with your bottom?" "Yes" he breathed as she slipped a finger into him. He was somewhat relaxed from Richard's previous invasion, and she began to relax his sphincter even further with her deft movements. He thrust involuntarily against her hand. Withdrawing from him slowly, as he had taught her to do, she scooped more of the lubricant on her fingers. "Do you want more?" He turned his head so that he could see her in the mirror. "Yes" he said weakly. "Spread your cheeks, baby."she said softly. He did so and saw her poised beside him, two fingers ready to plunge into him. The light from the bedside lamp cross lit her ample breasts, which jiggled slightly with their movements. She had combed her hair in the bathroom before she had called him, and she looked ravishing in the soft amber light . She began to invade him, slowly at first, then more quickly as she spread her fingers to enlarge his opening. When she withdrew she said "Don't move."

Supine as he was, he could not see her leave the room but he could hear her talking in low tones to Richard. There was the soft tinkle of laughter, but he could not hear what they were saying. He heard her high heels click once again on the hardwood floor. She came into the room and sat once again beside him where he could see her in the mirror. She caught his eye in the mirror and then lifted the object that she had taken from the box. It was a medium sized "butt plug", shaped like a penis but with a narrow neck that flared out at the base. It was designed to be worn by the recipient, whose anus would fit comfortably around the narrow neck and thus retain it. Without another word she dabbed more lubricant on the head and placed it against his anus. "I want to keep you open." She pushed slowly until it started to enter him. "Relax, lover. Just relax and take it." He bore down against the plug, as if to expel it, and his tissues settled around the penis-like head. She waited a moment, then pushed again. It slid all the way in. Although it was of a lifelike diameter, it was only about five inches long, and as she inserted it fully his anus encircled the narrow base. Its installation was complete. Jason opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder. Richard stood at the doorway, enjoying the proceedings. How long had he been there? It didn't matter. He was looking at the results of Dianne's handiwork, nestled neatly between his cheeks. He flushed.

Dianne stood up and wiped her hands on a towel. "Don't move until I call you." She turned and left with Richard in tow. Again he heard the sounds of laughter and conversation, and long periods of silence. Images of Richard enjoying her body flooded his consciousness, images so recently put there by events in the other room. His ass felt very full, and as he looked at himself in the mirror he saw his sheer pantyhose framing his cheeks, making them more prominent. Still, he did not move. Again he heard laughter from the other room.

"Jason, what are you doing in there? Come and join us!" she called. Released from his invisible bonds, he stood up. He contracted his bowels and pushed slightly in on the plug with his finger to make sure it would stay. He took a few tentative steps and it stimulated his channel with every movement, but it seemed secure. He went into the bathroom and looked over his shoulder at himself in the mirror. The light flesh colored base was just barely visible between his cheeks. "Jason! Where are you?!" she called again.

"I'll be out in a minute." She had placed the plug in him once before, and he knew that he could keep it in as long as he didn't bend or squat too much. He went back to his bedroom and found a flesh colored lycra thong in his underwear drawer. The thong in back fit perfectly over the base of the plug, giving him an extra measure of security, and the close fitting pouch showed off his cock and balls nicely. He went back into the living room.

Richard was sitting on the couch, and Dianne was at his feet. It looked as though she might have been sucking him, but he couldn't be sure. "There you are, my pet." She rose and the two embraced. They kissed passionately. Her breasts pressed against his bare chest, and she thrust against his lycsra-encased cock with her mons. He felt the wetness of her cunt. Dianne's hands roamed as well, down between his cheeks until she found the base of his plug. She gave it a little push with her finger and his pelvis jerked forward, for its stimulation was deep. She broke the kiss and looked at him with a little smirk. "Like that?" she whispered seductively.

Jason smiled. "I like anything you do."

She smiled and sat down. "I believe Richard's drink needs freshening. Would you be so kind?" "Of course." As he took their glasses to the kitchen, he felt them looking at him. He felt like chattel, like a toy that was about to be played with by two very naughty children. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Dianne gazing at him with a lascivious smile. She turned and whispered something in Richard's ear while her hand traveled over his cock. Richard smiled.

Jason returned with their drinks. "Will there be anything else?" he asked in a faintly butlerian accent. "Yes" she said. "I have decided to let Richard fuck you. Would you like that?" A shot of adrenaline rushed through his body. His heart pounded. He expected that this is what Dianne had in mind when she put the plug in him, but she was not asking, she was offering him as if she owned him. What's more, she was asking him to admit that that is what he wanted. His ears burned.

"Would you like that?" She spread her legs lasciviously, and slowly fondled her wet slit. Moisture glistened on the inside of her thighs, narrow bands of satiny skin visible above the welts of her stockings. "Would you like to have him inside you?" He glanced down at Richard's penis, which she was stoking slowly. Fully erect now, it was slightly larger than the plug that was nested in his channel. He imagined himself bent over, giving himself completely. Blood rushed to his ears. He felt hot.

"Yes." he answered.

"You are such a slut. Aren't you a slut?"

"Yes."

She smiled as she stroked languidly on the shaft in her hand. "Turn around. Show Richard the plug I put in you."

Richard was smiling, immensely entertained by the mock power play between the two of them. He watched as Jason turned and bent over slightly, pulling the thong to one side. The pink base of the plug was clearly visible between his cheeks. "You think of everything, don't you?"

"I try." she said dryly.

Richard lent forward and gently caressed Richard's bottom. "Most alluring. But tell me, are you really empowered to make such a generous offer?"

"Of course." She said, locking eyes with Jason. "Jason, go get a condom. We want Richard dressed for the occasion, don't we?"

"That's all right, I'll get it. Where are they?"

"In the antique box, next to the bed. There is some lubricant, too. In the jar with the Chinese markings."

Dianne reached for Jason's hand and pulled him down on the couch next to her. He sat down directly on the plug and drew a quick breath as it thrust more deeply into him. She giggled. He slid forward so that his butt was overhanging the edge of the couch, then lay back next to her. "Take your thong off, lover." she said.

In a compartment of the antique box Richard found a selection of condoms. He chose one that had ribs, for extra stimulation. He wondered just who would install it.

When he returned, he found the couple kissing passionately. Jason's hands were caressing her breasts, and presently she broke the kiss so that she could present them to his mouth. He nibbled hungrily.

Richard knelt between Jason's legs. His hands roamed over both bodies, feeling the wetness between her legs, and the hardness between his. His hand went beneath Jason's buttocks and found the plug, giving it a slight push. Jason's pelvis jerked forward in response. Taking Jason's penis in his hand, he began to first stroke, then kiss the shaft. Dianne looked down appreciatively. "Yessss....." she hissed.

Jason's mind filled with images of his collegiate lover and the nights that they had spent exploring each other's bodies. He thrust forward as Richard's mouth encircled his glans. He glanced down at his fellator, then looked into Diane's eyes. They twinkled and she smiled mischievously. They kissed again, deeply.

Jason thrust quickly and deeply into the warm mouth encircling the tip of his rampant penis.

Richard's hand reached for her flank, traveled to her cleft and began to finger her cunt as he sucked Jason. She kissed Jason even more passionately as she opened her legs and thrust back on Richard's exploring fingers. The fingers became more aggressive. Little waves of orgasm came over her as she darted her tongue in Jason's mouth. Then the hand withdrew, as did the lips encircling Jason's prick.

They both looked at their guest. He was opening the foil wrapper on the condom. "You're sure that I can fuck him?"

"Oh yes! I want to watch!" she said. "Do it to him!" Richard smiled, then smoothed the sheath on his erection. Then he reached for the jar. The lubricant shone on the latex in the soft light, making his prick glow with highlights.

Jason raised his hips slightly as she slid the plug from him. A wave of pleasure washed over him as it was withdrawn. Richard positioned himself closely between Jason's legs, their pantyhose rubbing together, taupe and navy shiny in the subdued light of the room. Jason felt the tip press against his open anus. He reached down and positioned it correctly. Nodding his assent, he began to receive it. Richard was larger than the plug, but not greatly, and Jason was able to accommodate the gentle thrust painlessly. He raised his knees slightly. "Wait...stop a moment." Richard complied, and Jason bore down on his intruder. He felt his membranes settle comfortably around it. "Yes....... slow, please."

Dianne watched intently. "Oh God, I love this." she said. She reached down and began to stroke Jason's prick. "Put it all the way in him. All the way, until your balls are against his ass. Does that feel good? Does it feel good to have him in you?"

"Yes."

"Take it out, then put it all the way back in. Oh, yes, do it nice and slow, like he likes it."

Richard's cock wasn't much bigger than the silicone rubber plug that she had just so teasingly removed.but the similarities ended there. This was no cunningly contrived plug madly stimulating his channel, driven by the expert and certainly perverse hand of his most ravishing slut. No, this was a shaft of flesh and blood, a lubricious piston that drove into him, urgently seeking release. Release was driven by those gravid testicles, aching to project their of nacreous fluid. Jason wasn't being teased any more, he was being taken.

Dianne purred appreciatively, as she reached down and cupped Richards balls, which were being gently pounded into Jason's groin. Her bracelets rang softly.

She shifted her position towards their pelvises and took Jason in her mouth. She began to suck as Richard continued to thrust into her boyfriend. Pausing for a moment, she reached for the jar. Taking a big gob of lube, the reached behind and found Richard's anus. Her finger easily darted into it. Richard thrust forward and Jason gasped. "Oh. Oh God." With her other hand she took Jason in her mouth once again. She was in control. With her finger she could initiate a deeper thrust from Richard, causing Jason to thrust into her mouth. She became like a conductor, controlling the pace and intensity of the two men's coupling.

She wanted her cunt filled once again. Slinging her leg over Jason, she straddled him. She reached down and sought his prick. "Richard, wait........" She brought it to her labia and prepared to sink down on it. Shifting back for a better position, one of her stiletto heels snagged Richard's hose. They ran. Sensing that she was ready, Richard thrust into Jason once again as she sank down on the rigid shaft.

Jason was entirely engulfed. Her cunt had taken him completely, just as he had taken Richard completely. Her hair fell around his face, and the heady scent of her perfume filled his nostrils. She kissed him passionately, her tongue darting in and out of his mouth. She ground against him with her clitoris, slowly at first, then with increasing intensity as she approached another series of orgasms.

Richard reached for her breasts and found Jason's hands there already. Neither withdrew, and she enjoyed four hands and twenty fingers caressing her, pinching her nipples, squeezing the pendulous mounds. Richard's hand went to her flank. Her black garters stretched tightly over bottom, straining to hold up her sheer hose. He inserted a finger under the taut elastic and drew it away until it came close to breaking. He released it, and it snapped loudly against her skin. She cried out. He did it again. "Oh! Oh, Jesus!" Again. A red line appeared. The sharp pain had increased the voltage in all of her nerve endings. Her pace quickened, as did his.

Time passed as the three bodies melded together, their rhythms playing an exquisite trio of lust and love.

Diane was more or less in a continual state of orgasm as Jason thrust into her, with both men exploring every inch of her body. Their pace continued to quicken until Richard suddenly withdrew. She heard the snap of rubber as he tore the condom away. She looked over he shoulder and the first jet of semen splashed against her buttocks. Instantly, she dismounted and turned. The next jet drenched her breasts but the rest found its mark at the back of her throat. She sucked hungrily, seeking every last drop of the salty liquid as he continued to pump into her mouth.

Jason was close to orgasm as well, and the sight of his girlfriend hungrily gobbling the other man's seed put him even closer to the edge. He stroked himself rapidly, seeking his final release. Sensing that another portion of male nourishment was about to be offered, she lent down to receive it. Come dribbled from the corners of her mouth as she waited for another stream of warm fluid. She didn't have long to wait. The first splash was against her cheek and neck, but she quickly captured the rest. Sucking furiously, she swallowed until the convulsions subsided and there was no more. Jason's erection began to slowly ebb, and she reluctantly released it. It dropped against the shiny nylon of his pantyhose, wet with her saliva, but otherwise perfectly clean. She ran her tongue around her mouth, tasting and savoring the cocktail from the two men. Her stomach felt warm.

"Nasty boys. Naughty, naughty nasty boys." she said dreamily. She kissed them both tenderly. Her kisses tasted of come, musky and slippery as it coated her lips. She drew back, and reaching behind her she found Richard's first emission, which was running down the cleft of her ass. Scooping it in her fingers, she brought it to her nose and inhaled deeply. With her other hand she collected some of Jason's come from her cheek and neck . Again she brought it to her nose and inhaled deeply.

She seemed to enter a trance-like state, alternately inhaling the scent of first one man, then the other. She annoited one of her nipples, then the other as her eyes closed and her head tilted back.

Richard soaped himself in the shower. As he lathered his crotch, he thought of the orifices that he had thrust himself into lately. Two mouths, a delicious cunt, and a cooperative, pliant anus. The hands. Expert hands that plied tricks of pleasure, and violent spurts of frigging, punctuated by slow pauses and searching looks between the three of them. He had enjoyed himself immensely. Not only had he realized a long held fantasy of possessing Diane's body, he had been given Jason as a sort of chattel, free to do with as he wished as long as Dianne orchestrated it. She controlled his aces to Jason's body, and the concept of that pleased them both very much.

It pleased Diane so much that she was plotting a return engagement. Her head swam with the images of making love with both of these men. It had taken her back to that night in the distant past, when she was on the cracked leather seat of the swimmer's old Chevrolet. Her pleated skirt was around her waist, and the shiny brown welts of her stockings rubbed against his muscled thighs as he thrust into her. She looked over his shoulder to his friend, leaning against the door,waiting to take his turn. He looked down and caught her eye. The first boy exploded into her cunt. She mouthed "He's coming......" while she looked into the face of her next stud. She remembered the pungent aroma of their sperm. She had tried to clean herself between bouts of pleasure, but she had to give up as her handkerchief could absorb no more. She knew, eventually, that this had gone beyond simple revenge. The act had become more important. She had acted the part of a slut, no, really had become a slut, and had loved every bit of it. Visions of her orchestration of the two men's bodies flushed over her mind, as she recalled the power she had wealed. She could offer Jason up as a reward for almost anything that pleased her, and she had been much pleasured as of late. She wondered about dressing him up. Should she give him more girlish garments? Maybe not. Maybe leather straps, shiny buckles and pantyhose. She smiled as Jason's hand caressed her flank. She snuggled back against him, as he spooned her body in a protective cocoon.

He kissed her ear and whispered to her. "You are such a magnificent slut."

"It takes one to know one."

"You are right. You see? You see what you have done with my honor? It is all your fault."

Her hand traveled to his groin, and a red lacquered nail darted into his still lubricated and very sensitive passage. "Be quiet. You loved every minute of it." He winced as her finger insisted. "You got what you wanted, you whore, you wanted me to become your pimp. And so your pimp is just what I am. I will do anything you want, and let you do anything that you want, as long as I can control it. Is that understood?"

"Yes mistress......."