Nikki gets a surprise
written by:
Nikki B

For those of you new to me, I'm 43, bi-sexual, and I love sex. Everything about it. I love to be watched, and I love to watch. I can watch porn and get wet, and I love to see gorgeous strippers strut their stuff. I love to tease, and I love to be teased, as long as I know what to expect, and that I get what I want. Spoiled, sure. But fair is fair, or it should be.

After a very interesting afternoon of teasing Gary and Coffeeman and Rikki, and having a very satisfying sex session with Gary in the back office of the shoe store where he was working for the summer, and an eyeful of Rikki's tantalizing body, I went home and soaked in a tepid bath, cleansing my body of dried cum and flaking kitty cream, trying to soothe my overwrought mind. As I played with my nipples, the tan peaks on twin pale islands jutting from the placid water of my bath, I wracked my brain searching for an answer as to what Gary had to do with his time tonight that was more important than fucking my frustration into oblivion! (Of course you know it's always all about me!) I'd have to wait until tomorrow, when he said he'd call me. And if he didn't I'd go to the store and do something that would make him wish he had called. What that was I had no idea, but I knew it would be something he'd remember for a good long time.

The more compelling question, what was Rikki up to until 10pm? Dinner? Okay, or a show, or any of a thousand things, but why 10? It was too late for half the things I could think of and too early for the other half. Finally I realized I wasn't making any sense, I was spinning my wheels, getting nowhere. It was I who was accustomed to calling the shots, making the demands, so this was unnerving, and if I didn't stop now it would become infuriating. Then I realized that part of my fury was that both these people were a decade or more younger than I, kids actually, Gary eighteen and Rikki only twenty. Barely out of their teens, while I was thirty-two (at that time). Did this qualify as cradle robbery? Nooo!

So I got out of the tub, did all the things I'd do for an important date, and I made all of it last until minutes until 10. And if there was no answer when I called I'd go out and find something, someone interesting to fill my night and forget about Rikki. Sure I would. Not! I'd stay home and sulk like a kid myself.

How much time can you take to give your pedicure a touch-up? Including buffing, cuticle tweaking, polishing, more buffing. And your manicure, same procedures but a little more surface area. Hair brushing: much easier, not too many steps involved; my usual routine was to brush my auburn mane until I was bored or ran out of time. Luckily I'm blessed with thick lustrous hair so it never took much maintenance. I'd already manicured my muffin, several times in fact, and I knew that if I got down there again I'd expend way too much time and energy, so I wrapped a light summer robe around my thrumming body and continued primping.

An hour to go; I need to select my wardrobe for the evening. Having no idea what I'll be doing, or with whom, I go for the little black dress ensemble, but instead of wearing my original LBD I opted for a more sluttish version, a clingy little thing from hem to bodice, which showcases my tight shapely butt and trim waist and belly, a loose thin strap over my left shoulder, the hem coming up past mid-thigh, and a few inches higher on the left side, oh so close to showing the lower crescents of my butt cheeks from behind, and because it was cut so low, almost showing my butt crack. My boobs were on near full display, the front cut so low that the fringes of my areolas were showing just enough to let you know what color they were. Tan, with a tinge of pink on my nips. You might get a better view from the side, since it was loose enough at the bodice to see all but my nips. It's a fav of mine for dancing, or trolling.

My teeniest g-string, it looked like a midnight black teabag on a loop of floss, no bra, no stockings, although I was tempted to wear my new thong/thigh-hi purchase. Outrageous shoes, which were thin straps on a platform, five inch heels that brought my height up to nearly six feet, and screamed FMQ, and I thought, ININ, I Need It Now! In keeping with the 'less is more' spirit I wore small gold studs rather than something that was long and dangling, and I knew the gold would heighten the flecks in my brown eyes. I had to admit, I looked great. If only I felt as good. I was anxious, frustrated, and as far as gorgeous Ms. Rikki was concerned, I felt outclassed. I felt like throwing up. (Ladies, some of you know what I'm talking about.)

10pm, final check, and I had to admit that I looked fab, not too slutty, and not too frumpy (yes, their youth had me muttering about my advanced years). I decided to wait a few minutes, not wanting to appear needy. Ten minutes later I called the number on her card and I heard Rikki's voice after the second ring: "You're late." I was a bit taken aback, but as soon as I began to speak she cut me off: "Don't grovel, it's unbecoming of you." She gave me an address, told me to be there in ten minutes. I realized that it was about a ten minute cab ride, if I got a cab immediately, which I explained. "You're wasting time," and she clicked off.

Rather than think about it, about how different she sounded, about how curt and insulting her tone and words were, I ran out the door, clutching my purse, calling for a cab on my cell as I waited for the elevator. When I got to the main entrance the bellman, Wilson, was holding the door of a cab open for me. WTF?

"Good evening Miss Nikki. Have a pleasant evening," with a big smile for me. I often favored him with such smiles, and I know that he's an expert in surreptitiously copping glances of whatever might be on show of me. And, I tipped well at Christmas. I noticed that the cab wasn't from the company I called, so I quickly called back to cancel.

Eight minutes later I was walking through the front door of an upscale apartment building, much nicer than mine, and mine was very nice. A minute on the elevator and I was at the door of her apartment. It opened just as I was about to press the bell button.

"Nikki, good of you to come. Please, come in," giving me a light kiss just to the side of my mouth, then turned and led me in. I was again surprised at the change in her tone, but I followed her, impossible not to notice that she was wearing a red underbust corset, her nipples rouged to match her smiling lips. The rest of her ensemble was red as well; thong pantyhose, open toe corset platform bootie stilettos, with five inch heels, which made here stand nearly on the tips of her toes, but still not as tall as I in my similar shoes. Her blonde hair was pulled up, secured in back by a long red needle, what a knitting needle would be if it was made of cherry or some exotic red hued wood. But it was her incredible butt that had me mesmerized. Perfectly shaped, hips swiveling with each step she took, her cheeks naked, the red strip of the thong buried between those perfect globes. In a word, fucking stunning! (That qualifies as one word, at least for this.)

Rikki stopped in the middle of an exquisitely furnished living room, facing me.

"Please, be seated," she ordered. I was a bit taken aback, but I complied. When I was comfortably situated in the large wing back chair she'd pointed to, she smiled, and once again I had no idea what she was up to, or what I might expect. But for some reason it was perfectly fine, I was more than willing to listen to what she had to say, and it came to me that I'd probably do anything she wanted me to do. I was I heaven just being able to fill my eyes with her erotic beauty. I wanted her so badly it ached. I felt a faint shudder travel down my spine.

"I had the taxi sent. It's too late in the evening to waste any time. I'm still undecided as to what we'll ultimately do, which is unusual for me. I usually have a plan in mind, but you're causing me to enter new territory. That's a good thing, I like something new; too much so, perhaps."

So far I hadn't said a word, not even hello, and I decided to wait her out, see where she wanted this to go. I was getting wetter and wetter with the delay, but I didn't care in the least. Apparently she loved to control the situation. I hit that one right out of the park, as I was to learn in a few minutes.

"I'm having some flavored water for now, the heat has parched me. I'd like you to try it." She opened a tall bottle, the effervescence fizzing as the cap was released, so, cautious as I am, I knew it hadn't been adulterated. Pale melon in color, not sweet, in fact a bit almost salty, and ice cold. I drank half the glass, Rikki right there to refill it for me.

"I'd like to give you some details that you may find interesting. For one, how do I afford this apartment on my salary at Intimate Images? To put it simply, I'm a kept woman." It was my turn to give a quizzical look, my eyebrows arching at this unsolicited information. "There are men who want all the comforts of home while they're away from home, I've heard it described as the girlfriend experience. The man of whom I speak is here about once a month, usually for a few days, maybe slightly more, but never, at least so far, for an entire week. When he's here I'm all his. When he's not here, my time is my own. He never asks what I do, if I'm seeing anyone, not a word about my private life. I've also been provided a credit card, the limit of which I have as yet to ascertain. I don't abuse it, so in fact he tells me that it's okay to buy more if I want, but no cars. He appreciates that I don't take advantage of him. Does any of this shock you, repulse you?"

I was mesmerized by her, by her beauty, her youth, but more so by her elegance, in how she spoke, how she carried herself. If she told me she was a thousand year old vampire I might have believed her. She seemed so far from twenty it was astounding.

"Rikki, I had a similar experience years ago, short-lived though it was. So I'm not shocked, and I have no right or reason to judge you." We talked about the pros and cons of such arrangements, and agreed that the pros highly outweigh the cons, if indeed there were any cons for women such as we. We were sisters of sorts, this being one more element of our mutuality. And we agreed on one other thing, age. While we were about ten years apart we both thought that while younger men had some amazing stamina capabilities, and could fuck all night, to be blunt, a more mature man could still rock our boats and also treat us like the ladies we secretly aspired to be. In this relationship her man was in his mid-sixties but still would fuck her senseless each time he came to visit.

I realized that more than an hour had passed, and although we had done nothing sexual after our rather chaste kiss at the door when I arrived, sitting across from a beautiful nearly naked woman, a woman who fulfilled all of my fantasies of how my dream girl should look, well of course I was highly aroused. And I had to pee, we having emptied three liter bottles of the delicious ice cold water. I was about to tell Rikki that I wanted to use her bathroom, but before I could get my request out she stood up.

"Please, let's have a more serious drink now. I have some martinis chilling, or wine if you prefer." Her eyes held mine, looking for an answer. I decided that I could wait a bit.

"Wine, please. White if you have it would be perfect."

"White it is." Rikki walked to a long table on one side of the room, selected a bottle of wine from the refrigerated cabinet where she had gotten the water, and wine glasses from another cabinet beside it. She poured two glasses in elegant engraved crystal. "I'm glad you opted for the wine, I love these glasses, they're from the Czech Republic, from before the war." The glasses were decorated with what appeared to be birds of paradise in full plumage.

"They're lovely," and I took a sip. "Oh, the wine, too," and I ever so carefully set the glass on the small side table on my right. "I'm glad we could get together tonight." I decided not to hold back, I had no idea what was about to happen, but from the look of her outfit I knew that we'd probably be getting totally naked soon enough. "I really enjoyed the little show you gave me this afternoon. In fact, I've been thinking about it ever since."

"Even while you were with Gary?" Her eyes held mine, her eyebrows up a bit in anticipation of my response. I was a bit taken aback, but somehow I managed not to say anything evasive or show my complete surprise.

'Especially when I was with Gary. I guess it shouldn't be a surprise that you know each other, working in the same shopping center."

"Oh, we go way back, Gary and I. In fact, it was I who got him that job. He's my cousin." There was a faint hint of a smile on her full luscious lips. "He's a bit tied up right now, but we'll see him in a bit, if you want."

"Well, it's you that I came for," letting Rikki sort out the meaning of that. She smiled, a full beaming smile. She knew exactly what I meant.

"In that case, since you're here to please me, and to finish what we began, I think we'll include him. I know he'll like it, he told me he would."

"Oh, so you have this all worked out ahead? I thought you didn't have a plan?"

"Nikki, it's not rocket science we're dealing with here. It's sex, mutual physical gratification, anything goes, within the normal limits of course." I was beginning to wonder what that might mean, what her limits were. I never did find out, but it was fun searching. "Come," and she held out her hand to me, "he's waiting."

"I should use the ladies' first," but she gave me a slight surprise.

"I prefer that you wait a bit, but it won't be too long." Well, Miss Control Freak for sure!

Again following her, we went to what I thought would be the bedroom, as indeed it was. It was dimly lit, but there was no problem seeing Gary, naked, on his back, spread-eagled, wrists and ankles tied to the bed corners. A ball gag was in his mouth, and as my eyes followed the dull sound that seemed to be coming from between his legs I saw the control end of a vibrator nestled beneath his lovely balls, his hips up on a pillow, the buzzing toy buried nearly to the hilt in his gorgeous butthole. It seemed to be having the desired effect, since his magnificent cock was standing at full attention, the dark purple head pulsating with each throb of the long thick shaft, each throb threatening to release his pent up cum. Oh, peeing was forgotten for the moment, there was a much more pleasurable sensation that I wanted to be feeling.

"Well! This is interesting!" As soon as Gary heard my voice his head came up off the bed his arms straining to gain his freedom. After a few seconds he fell back, and I knew how embarrassed he was to be found in this situation. "So this is why you had to rush off. And I was so looking forward to fucking you until one of us passed out."

"Gary was a bad boy today. He's supposed to get my permission before he does anything sexual with anyone. Isn't that correct, you filthy slut?" and from her tone and inflection I knew that it wasn't really a question that required a response from him. "And now he knows that he's going to be disciplined. Don't you, you little shit!" she murmured softly. Her voice and her words were changing each time she spoke to him, the point being to keep him off balance I guessed. Threat and soothe.

"Rikki, I have to tell you, this isn't something I'm familiar with, and I'm not sure how comfortable I am with it, either." She was about to speak when I continued. "But if Gary's willing, then I guess I can go along, at least for awhile. It is interesting." I ran my fingernails over the engorged head of his lovely cock. "Gary, I'm guessing you're okay with me being here?" He nodded. "Okay, fine, let's see where this goes."

"Nikki, as I said, we go way back, Gary and I; we grew up together. I'm two years older, which is a lot at the early ages. In many ways I took the place of an older brother for Gary. I was his confidant, he could tell me anything, he trusted me completely, and he still does. And, yes, he did tell me everything. I know all his secrets, all his fears, all his fantasies, all his buttons. We've been exploring his sexuality in greater depth, and I have to say, we both find it fascinating. I never imagined I'd be doing some of the things that we're doing, but there's so much to try, so little time."

"Rikki, I think I get it. You're his mistress, he's your little fuck toy, your sex slave, or something like that?"

"Something like that, yes, although not so crass or crude. We're in this together, he and I, partners if you will. Don't be too quick to judge, there's more to our relationship than you'll see here tonight. But enough of that. Why don't you make yourself more comfortable. That dress is perfect for you, and if we decide to go out later you don't want it to be mussed."

One thing I'm not is shy, another is that I'm not overly modest, so without a second thought I pulled the dress off, laid it on a chair. Immediately I felt so much better. Rikki chuckled.

"That was quick. How efficient of you. You looked spectacular with the dress on, you look so erotic now, with only that tiny puss pouch and heels. You have incredible breasts," and she reached to me, her fingers outlining the swell of my boobs, tracing the outlines of my already erect nipples. "Let me do something," and she went to a cosmetic table, selected a small jar. "This will make us look more compatible, don't you think?" Her fingers now smeared cool scarlet coloring on my nipples, and as I watched in the mirror at the table I could see how it made them jump out, grab your attention. I liked the look. She smeared a bit on my lips, "to match", then rubbed her thumb across to smooth it before taking a half step back to observe her efforts. "Perfect."

When her lips touched mine I felt it down to my toes. Such a light kiss, almost a hint of a kiss, a suggestion of a kiss, a memory of a kiss, but it got my knees feeling wobbly. Our hands went to each other at the same moment, mine to her waist, hers to my shoulders, our eyes locked, and as we kissed again, with the same exquisite restraint, her warm breath wonderfully fragrant, our bodies closed, and since we were close enough to the same height, Rikki maneuvered our movement so that our nipples touched before any other part of our bodies. It was one of the most erotically sensual sensations I've ever experienced, to have my nipples kissed so eloquently by nipples. With slight movements it was as if they were being lightly licked. How did someone so young become so proficient at pleasing another woman?

I wanted to speak, to tell her how wonderful it felt, but I knew that words would only break the moment, so I stood there, her nipples giving mine the best attention they'd ever received, ever.

In another moment our mounds were touching, soft against soft, smooth against smooth, and the words came out of their own accord: "I wish we had cocks!" I could imagine how it might feel, each of us to be wielding hard throbbing extensions of our clits, rubbing and touching in the same way as our nipples.

Her hand went to the back of my neck, easing my head forward, her lips at my ear. "We can do something like that, although it can never be as delicious as what you're imagining now," and she licked my neck. And it was true, behind my closed eyes were visions of us, each with Gary-like dicks, hard and throbbing, touching each other's bodies like long fingers, probing into mouths, vaginas, butts, slipping between naked boobs. I moaned.

Our legs were interwoven now, hard thighs against eager clits, wet kitties, our boobs crushed together, our mouths locked, tongues exploring, hands squeezing. Our thighs were slippery wet, sliding urgently. "Nikki, I can cum like this, but we're going to wait," and the pressure of her thigh on my clit lightened, slowed, her hands on my butt cheeks caressing rather than massaging, her lips at my neck nuzzling instead of biting.

"You're going to tease both of us?" I knew I could cum over and over, and wanted to get started!

"In a way, yes, all of us, yes, but I promise it will be worth it. You know it will." She broke away from me, led me onto the bed. "He has such a beautiful cock. I'd love to see you with him. Do it, let me watch you; show me," and she lay by his side, pinching his nipples with the sharp tips of her blood red fingernails, making him squirm against his restraints.

Should I have left right then? If you think so, then stop right here. But, if you feel as I do, that experience is the best teacher, and if you're even remotely feeling now what I was feeling then, well, you know that it wasn't an option I even wanted to consider. My hand went out, as of on its own volition, enveloping the hot shaft, "ohhh", I murmured, and began slowly stroking. Rikki was right, I love to be watched, to put on a show, to tease. I looked at her, held her gaze as I lowered my head, saw her sliding her dainty fingers through her sodden slit, her eyes slitted in lust. She moaned softly as I took him deep into my throat, my lips at the base of his cock, where he had been recently shaved of the dark tangle of pubic hair he's had earlier in the day, making the veins in his nutsack visible. I caressed there, gently as I brought my tightened lips up his shaft, letting the head emerge, watching as it trembled in my fist.

Gary was moaning through the ball gag, his body tensed, muscles tight, a sheen of sweat glistening on his flesh. Leaning over his supine body, I pursed my lips in a kiss, slid down, my mouth opening with his width, over the ridge, my tongue slithering down again, my fingers gently squeezing his smooth balls, my middle finger probing his butthole. I forced myself to use as little pressure as possible, wanting to keep him from cumming for as long as I could stand it. My clit was throbbing, my cunt was aching for release, my butthole was tightly clenched. I felt his body go still and I knew that in another few seconds he would cum. I wouldn't allow it, not yet. Iwas in control.

Raising my lips away, I sat up, my thumb applying pressure at the base of his shaft. "Not so fast, cowboy. I think we're in for a long ride tonight." He uttered a muffled response.

"Yes, Nikki, ride him. But don't cum, and don't let him cum too soon!" For some reason I didn't put up any argument with her, although I was mildly miffed by her constant directing me as to what to do. I like to think that I'm the one in charge, if only for my own egotistical well-being. I swiveled my body as I threw my leg over him, my knees outside his thighs, my fingernails raking his chest from his shoulders to his hips, leaving long red streaks in their path. His body was quivering, his breathing labored. I turned around, scooted back. Without asking, I reached around and pulled the ball gag from Gary's mouth.

"Ahhh!" as he took a deep gulp of air.

"Gary, don't say a word," Rikki scolded, "not a word!" I stared at her, silently telling her that since I was the one in the saddle, I'd control the steed.

Rather than get involved in their thing any more than I already was, I leaned on my hands, raised my body, peered between my thighs so I could see his face. "Gary, you may lick my butt, but not my kitty. If I feel your tongue on my clit or labia I'll stop and get out of here, and I'll forbid Rikki from letting you cum tonight. Got that?" He nodded, and I was glad he didn't say anything. I really wanted him to lick me, and at the same time I wanted to exert complete control. I watched as my butt descended to his face, saw his tongue come out, like some tapered totem, and I stopped when I felt the first touch. With my eyes closed now, I moved my hips in tiny circles, his hard little cock-like tongue rimming my butthole, making my kitty ooze her sweet nether nectar.

After a few minutes of this, with me gasping and moaning, and crying out when he hit an especially wonderful spot, I raised my soaked crotch from his face. "Now you can lick my kitty, and be sure to get your tongue in deep." With no further warning I smashed my crotch down over his mouth, rubbing it across his face, feeling his tongue in my slit. I was cumming as hard as I ever had when I heard Rikki's voice.

"Let it go, Nikki, let it go! Pee on him now, give it to him!" Ahh, my suspicions were confirmed; drinking all that water and wine, then having me wait to go to the bathroom, all so that my bladder would be at its maximum containment and urgency. She could have asked, but would I have gone through with this?

Her words accomplished what she wanted, I relaxed for just a second and as my pee began flowing like a dam had burst, so did another orgasm, and I wondered if this is how guys feel when they cum while pouring out their sweet semen. It sprayed out in a fan shaped pale yellow flow, tickling my lips, making them flutter with the velocity of the flow, splattering on his face, and I could see that his mouth was wide open, his tongue out, a gargling sound coming from his throat. I felt disgust, curiosity and lust. The disgust faded quickly as I saw him trying to lick the remnants of my urine from my kitty lips.

"Gary, do not cum! You are not allowed to cum until I tell you!" The command came out as a harsh bark, surprising me more than anyone. I turned to look at his cock, and it was twitching so badly that I wondered how he could control himself. It was literally dancing there, and the sight made me want to cum again.

"Gary, I want you to lick my kitty, and when you feel me take you in my mouth I want you to cum." I lowered myself to him again, this time rubbing my wet slit all over his face, smearing him with my kitty cream and my pee. His tongue was going crazy on me, lapping and slurping, his mouth sucking, and when I felt my orgasm reach the point of no return, my cunt aching to release its hold on my climax, I gripped his shaft and took him into my hungry mouth. My lips had barely reached the base when I felt him swell and stiffen, and then his flood gates opened, his semen splashing at the back of my throat. Now both of us were gulping and gargling, and I wondered if I was peeing again.

Rikki pulled me away, pulled my face to hers and kissed me, her tongue searching my mouth for his cum. I pushed back, got her on the bed and opened my mouth to let its contents pour out onto her beautiful face and into her waiting wanton mouth. We rolled over and she returned his cum, which I swallowed, at least what little that was left.

I thought we might be done for the night but I was soooo wrong. Rikki untied Gary's wrists, sent him to the bathroom to clean up a bit. "And then get yourself something to drink, you haven't had anything all day, at least not since you got here at dinner time. No coffee."

"He actually enjoys that?" I asked, mildly astounded, as we lay side by side, our hands caressing our overheated flesh.

"Don't judge him, Nikki, nor me. Wait awhile," and as if to merely pass the time she laid me back on the bed, on the dry side, and mounted me, her mound against mine, one leg between mine, and fucked my clit with hers. So soft against me, so wet, not rubbing, but sliding, our lips slippery from our lust, the friction making our warm skin even warmer. Her sweet mouth came to mine, tasting slightly cummy, our tongues tasting each other, our hands clasped, fingers entwined, her weight on me, my body tensed to hold her above me, the muscles in my chest tight, my biceps locked, my feet against the bed, my thighs solid. I could feel only that small patch of her womanhood against mine, but my entire body was in on the deal. Oh how I love that now, and I do it every time I'm with a woman.

"Yes, Nikki, yes, like that," as her fingers crushed mine, "fuck me, fuck me until I cum, I'm so close now, ahh, yes, ohhh!" Her back arched, her mound pressed even tighter against mine, her voice a loud growl mixed with a high shriek. I'd never heard anything like it. Her head was aside mine, her lips on my neck, I knew she could taste the salt of my sweat. I licked her; ah yes, salty erotic sweat.

Gary had come back quietly while we were playing, and as I lay beside Rikki I realized that he was there, sitting in a chair, slowly stroking a huge erection. This guy has stamina, I thought. Our eyes met, and I saw something new there, something ... forceful. A different Gary, no longer a sex slave, and in only a few minutes time.

When Rikki's breathing got back to normal he stood up, came beside the bed. Gripping her by her blonde hair he slapped her face, then ripped the corset from her luscious body. I was shocked!

"On your belly, you filthy slut! Stretch out your arms and legs! Now!" and he cracked a thin belt across her thighs. She shrieked, a red welt instantly appearing on her pale legs. She lay there, prone, her beautiful butt teasing me, her arms spread out toward the corners of the headboard, her legs splayed.

"Nikki, help me with her," and I watched as he showed me how to make simple loops and knots with the thick cotton cord at one corner of the head board, the same bonds that not so long ago had held him captive. "Okay, now do her ankles, not too tight, but enough so there's no play in the cords." I did one ankle, but had to do it again, "tighter," Rikki moaned.

Gary lay a slash across Rikki's butt, both cheeks his target. "Quiet, you whore; no one told you to make a sound!" I was now totally amazed at the turn of this role play, from sub to dom in a few minutes. I had been completely blindsided; Rikki hadn't given any hint that she was anything but his total mistress, and he her willing subject, her complacent little fuck toy. I wondered if Rikki had been smart in treating him so badly, knowing that she would be next in the stocks. But that had been her plan, I realized; the worse it was for him the more he enjoyed it, and the more he would take it out on her, knowing how much she would enjoy her turn. Go figure!

After Gary had checked each loop and knot for tightness, and was assured that all was well, he sat beside me on the bed. "I bet you think we're bat shit crazy, but believe me, we don't do this all the time, only when we find someone like you who we think we can trust to go along with us. Rikki got me into this for her own amusement and enjoyment, and now I think we're equals. She still thinks otherwise, but every time we do it she realizes that she's created a monster." He spread her butt cheeks, exposing her dark star, "and she has. I love to fuck her asshole but she doesn't like it, but here's the dilemma: if I do something she doesn't like, does she like that?" He laughed, shrugged his shoulders. "Your role is to be an observer, which we both need, and to come in and take part as you want. And if you'd rather not, then we hope you'll still watch us."

"I love to watch, and this is a first for me, so yeah, I'll be happy to keep an eye on you guys, and I may jump in, too." I bent to Rikki, two fingers in her slimy kitty as I licked her butthole, making her moan.

"Oh, Nikki!" but before she could continue Gary lashed at the backs of her thighs, causing her body to jump up from the bed, her moan of pleasure turned to one of fierce pain. I thought I heard a sob, but when I turned to Gary to complain, he shook his head, and when he began fingering her butthole she again moaned. He pulled me to him, whispered in my ear: "She'll say something again, when she wants another smack." Sure enough, as he was licking her she turned enough to peek over her shoulder.

"Nikki, I ... " and the belt sliced through the air again, to land diagonally across her back, making a long thin red line from one shoulder to the opposite butt cheek. "Ahhh!" and I knew she was in serious pain, and loving it.

Twenty minutes later Rikki's butt cheeks and thighs and back were criss-crossed with angry red welts, and her butthole was wet from Gary and me licking her rosebud. Her kitty was oozing the sweetest nectar I'd ever tasted from a woman. Gary untied her, had her turn over. Her eyes were filled with fear as she laid back, supine, carefully adjusting her body, trying to keep her tortured flesh from touching the bed, her arms out and legs wide, awaiting being tied again. But he merely sat beside her, caressing her perfect nipples, and I thought that he was lulling her into complacency, that he'd strike when she least expected it. He lowered his hand, his fingers at her kitty, where he pulled her labia out and apart, spreading it open, into the shape of a beautiful butterfly, its wrinkled wings gleaming with her nether nectar. I had to lick her again.

"Rikki, you may use your hands, but you can't cum until Nikki allows it." He knew that the longer we made her wait the more intense it would be for her, so I prolonged my attention to her jewel encrusted jelly box, spreading it to allow the tip of my tongue to toy with the front of her creamy crimson opening, licking just beneath her clit, sucking her full lips into my mouth, pulling at them with my teeth, stretching them to their limits, letting them snap back, Gary there to get the butterfly wings nicely back into shape. I have to admit, it was pretty, and I wanted to be able to do that, but my lips aren't that fleshy, although I always admire the butterfly when I see it on a woman. Perhaps I should get a butterfly tattoo close by. I think not.

As I licked her clit Gary was behind me, licking my butthole, and if you know me you know how much I love that. My hips were pushing back at him, trying to get his tongue into me, his fingers at my clit and nips. I stopped licking Rikki long enough to tell him: "fuck my butt, your tongue feels wonderful, but I want your dick in me," and I went back to Rikki's slippery gash. He took his time about it, continuing to lick and suck my rosebud, his slippery fingers probing, rubbing my juices and his saliva there, until my entire body was quivering with anticipation, finally relenting when I reached back and grabbed his throat, squeezing until he was choking. He may be dominating Rikki, I thought, but not me, not in this lifetime.

Gary gripped my hips, spreading my cheeks with the heels of his hands enough to have access to my tight little balloon knot, lubricated with his saliva and probably some of my kitty cream that may have oozed onto it. His hard cock rubbed up and down between my cheeks, making me even more aroused than I thought possible. I turned my head to him, looking at him over my shoulder. "For fuck sake, do it!" He gave me an evil smile, and I felt his plum caressing there. I reached between my legs, gripped his shaft just beneath the head and held him at the entrance until I could push back and get him into me. Ladies, imagine having to nearly force a guy to fuck your butt! How rude!

Ohhh, now that he was there he leaned forward, cupping my boobs, pulling my nips, making me cry out, but it felt so outrageously great as it was inching in, my ring spreading nicely, my back arched as I leaned over Rikki, groaning as he went deeper, deeper, until his nuts were swinging against my kitty lips. "Oh, perrrrfect," I whispered, enjoying the fullness that was so different than if he was in my kitty, and we settled into a rhythmic rocking butt fuck. I had to give up licking Rikki, but I jammed three fingers into her slit, my thumb working at her clit. When I looked up I saw the pained expression on her face, knew she was fighting back her orgasm. Her cunt walls were so tight I could barely move my fingers in there.

"Rikki," I gasped, "slide down, I'm gonna fuck your face with my clit while you get your tongue as far up into me as you can," and in a minute I was in erotic heaven, with a dick in my butt, a tongue on my clit and in my kitty, and an orgasm on the way any second. I tried to hold on, to hold back, but I was so close and it all felt so incredibly wonderful!

"Gary, cum as soon as you can, I'm so close now, so close!" He merely grunted. "Cum in my butt, oh fuck, cum in me, cum now!" The second I felt him tense up and swell inside me I relaxed for just a second, and I began to cum, clenching down on him now, screaming for more, harder, faster, I was insane with lust. I wasn't peeing but my kitty was dripping cream into Rikki's mouth. She was cumming, too, her voice hoarse with her guttural groans, my fingers at her clit. Gary pulled out of my butt, firing the last spurts into Rikki's mouth, then slid down enough to pull her legs up and ram his still seeping dick into her butthole.

"Gary!" she complained as she wriggled on the bed, her abused back and thighs flaming anew, but she licked me with a renewed vigor, her tongue drawing out my orgasm, my kitty covering her mouth and nose, making it difficult for her to breathe. As soon as I could move again I swiveled around and leaned forward, my face inches from their lewd coupling. Rikki lapped from my clit to my butt hole, keeping me in a constant state of climax until she was rocked by another orgasm, her fists pounding on the bed, her feet pedaling the air as high as she could kick.

Gary had me untie Rikki, then quickly rolled over, taking Rikki with him, on top of him, his hands gripping her crimson streaked butt, and I watched as his thick dick rammed in and out, her girl goo and his seeping semen covering his shaft like thick custard. I wanted so much to lick it, but the thought of it sliding in and out of her butt quelled that desire oh so quickly.

Gary handed me the belt. "Use it on her ass, do it!" Rikki moaned, I knew she wanted it, wanted me to hit her with it, to further scorch her tender flesh with hot searing slices of pleasurable pain. I hefted the belt in my hand, slapped it against my other palm, hearing the soft slap, then again, and I realized I was testing to guage how hard to strike her to make it hurt! When I got to that point, a few test slaps later, I could feel my kitty clench with every blow.

Rikki had her head turned to me, watching me, and when our eyes locked she raised her brows, her eyes wide in anticipation, pleading. She saw the lust in my eyes, the look of curiosity as well. Her eyes closed. If I wasn't sure of what I was about to do, she was. She took a deep breath, her body rocking with Gary's pounding of her butthole. My arm went back, swinging level with my hip, and when it was in its forward arc I could hear it slicing through the erotically charged atmosphere of the room.

The crack of the belt against her soft flesh was like a dry branch breaking, Rikki's yelp of pain following by a nano-second. I felt my heart pounding in my chest, my breath heaving through flared nostrils. I hit her again. Gary gripped her hair at the back of her scalp, pulling her head back. "You're cumming, you fucking whore! She didn't tell you to cum yet," and he grabbed the belt from me, clumsily whipping her thighs as he would a horse, cursing her all the time, each blow accompanied by some insulting slur.

I stepped back, shaking, amazed at my involvement in this sordid scene. When I focused again Gary had Rikki on her knees, his cum splashing onto her face, her lips wide in a huge smile, her hands on his hips for support. She was laughing!

I gathered my clothing, got myself dressed enough to leave, and as I looked back through the doorway they were spooned on the bed, Rikki behind Gary, her hand stroking his head as if he were a baby. I realized I had no place with them, I had served their purpose, and served it well.

Once home, with time to think, I showered, the warm water caressing my body, as if to wash away the embarrassment I'd felt after I had laid the belt on Rikki's luscious butt. My mind was full of contradictions. I had felt a powerful surge of excitement as I held the belt in my hand, felt the slightest taste of what she would feel if I used it. Did I want to do that again? Too, I wondered how Rikki felt when I struck her. The look in her eyes while I was holding the belt, young and innocent and trusting, but with the full knowledge of the pain to come frightened me, but the look of carnal bliss the second after I struck her naked flesh, with the echo of the stinging smack fresh in my mind, the smile on her face, suddenly so much more assured and mature, a counterpoint to the stripes of red on her back and thighs and butt, how would I feel?

I had to know.

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