Chapter 3 of "How Bad She Needs to Be Good"
After Mr. Marks' visit to our house where I experienced my first real spanking in front of my husband, I brought the list of boundaries I'd prepared to his office the following morning.
"Here you go, sir," I said as I placed it in front of him.
He was so calming and handsome, and I couldn't help but think back to the previous night when I cried in his arms. Despite my crying and clinging onto his shirt, I now understood what it meant to call him "Daddy," although it wasn't quite my thing. I chose to call him "sir" instead because I could use that term whenever I wanted and it made him seem like some sort of high-ranking official to me.
My attraction wasn't just due to the age difference. It had been brewing for a long time as nothing more than a teenager's fantasies, but in the days since he had joined the company, it had become something more intense. And the time spent between when he was a guest at my father's house and now as the new CTO of that same company had only made him more desirable. His salt-and-pepper beard and hair only added to my fascination.
The night before, Allen had assigned me the task of creating a list of red and yellow boundaries. Compiling it was quite an eye-opening experience. Allen was right about the importance of setting boundaries while sober. During the time between him being a guest at my father's house and now, he had become a mentor to us in this new world of fetishes.
We used various porn sites as a reference, but it was the adult erotic stories that really intrigued me. They seemed to describe a variety of kinks, some of which were so dark that they could never be captured in a film. There was something thrilling about being in these stories, and the selection of adult fiction was incredibly vast. I would even read some of them aloud to see if Tim was turned on by them.
I learned about the fetish of cuckoldry, as well as "hotwifing." And it was comforting to see the huge range of these fetishes, even within these two categories. I wasn't comfortable labeling myself as a "hot wife," but the term "cuck" felt a little too pretentious to me. Still, Tim loved it. Maybe it was the hard "ck" sound in the word or the short "u" vowel. It was fun to use it, so I was looking forward to trying it out sometime.
Discussing the various fetish scenarios with Tim helped me become less ashamed of my own kinks and also feel more in control of them. Shortly after committing our marriage and bodies to Sir, we were discovering that this experience was more than just physical. Being around him helped calm my mind and stir my emotions. Being spanked the previous night was almost like being in a trance—I was completely focused on the task at hand with no other thoughts. I realized that spending time with him relaxed me and allowed me to let go of the need for control.
My list, neatly written and seemingly perfect, had several red marks and two times as many question marks in yellow. I felt a bit anxious about the red marks, but Sir was right about stating things you'd do when you were in the heat of the moment but could reconsider later. I was hoping that I would be daring enough to please him. My feelings for him had become more than just physical desire.
I also noticed that my vaginal muscles would contract whenever he was nearby, so I quickly slipped my hand into my skirt and began to edge myself. Sir didn't even look up at me, and I was almost able to make it to orgasm while sitting in front of him.
He eventually closed the envelope and studied it further, making a note here and there. He was well aware of how to tease me.
"I'm filled with pride once more as I slowly clean my fingers again for his enjoyment."
"And congratulations on completing your 24 hours...for now."
My face fell, and Allen grinned at me.
"Disappointed that you won't have the pleasure of touching yourself all day?"
"Well, Sir..." I tried to explain, but the truth couldn't be denied. "Yes."
"You're not forbidden from doing it, Becky. Feel free to indulge yourself as much as you like, but remember you can't climax." He leaned back in his chair, and as my eyes dropped to his crotch, I could see his erection growing. "Even though I might enjoy it, my focus needs to be on this task, and I can't have you being distracted with passion." He winked, and I blushed.
"And I can't abide mistakes in your work. You must maintain absolute concentration, Rebecca. Any errors will hold consequences."
A shiver of fear and desire ran through me. To be perfect was my ultimate aspiration. I longed to demonstrate my talents as a writer. But at the same time, I desired to be punished. My ego was at war with my libido. I could be a dutiful assistant or a wanton vixen.
"Can you cope with that? Or will you be too distracted?"
My gaze shifted from his groin to his face.
"Sir, I will not let you down."
"Good. Let me remind you. Every instant with you is precious to me. But I don't have the luxury to spare time with you all day. Therefore, let's allocate an hour daily where we can analyze your work, meticulously." His innuendo was clear. "And to ensure we're not interrupted, I'll inform my staff we mustn't disturb us."
"Yes, Sir. I can't wait to work intimately with you."
"Excellent. As will I. Now, I'd like to share a meal with you. I must ask about some photographs I've recently acquired that could relate to our endeavors."
Immediately, I thought of a picture taken the night before. It featured Tim in the background, his pants soaked in cum. (Later, I came to find out it's called a 'ruined orgasm.') There was a second photo, similar to the first, where his orgasm didn't end in ruin but was deliberately prolonged because his actions necessitated my punishment of him. My heart sank knowing I had displeased Allen.
We dined together at a club where Allen was frequently seen. Toni was there again -- the blonde who I realized had been seduced by Sir. It was lunchtime, so we had no alcohol, but the food was delicious.
"Sir, regarding the semen in your photographs."
The word 'cum' drew me, and I mechanically whispered it in a public setting. I realized how quickly I'd become accustomed to using explicit terms. Sir seemed at ease with this establishment. And indeed, it was hard to see anyone due to the high booth walls and implicitly secluded dining spaces. Plus, the crowd was mostly conferring in low voices.
But the subject of Tim and his release weighed on me. He let out his ejaculation while observing Sir spanking me, and Sir had ordained my husband's chastisement. That pursuit eventually went awry.
"Sir," I said, "My apologies. It was my shortcoming. I'd learned what Tim had done."
"What was that?"
"He...admitted that he'd sucked you." I suppressed a gasp. "Your cock."
Allen laughed. "Ah, yes...that." He brushed a strand of hair from the corner of my mouth. "You were jealous. Is that what you thought?"
"Did I presume a privilege I haven't been granted? I mean, didn't you want me like that?"
"When I decide to use your mouth for me...it'll be on my terms. Do you understand?" I could feel shivers from his words. "When I take you, I'll command your mouth."
I felt flustered. I glanced down at my plate.
Allen's tone wasn't angry, but the weight of every word made my blood chill. "When I command use of your mouth, it's given at my arrangement. Do you understand?"
"Uh-huh, Sir, I'm truly sorry." I broke down in tears. It wasn't the scolding, or my belief that I wasn't good enough or attractive enough. He chose me (us). No, I realized I was developing real feelings for him. I didn't only want to please him. I wanted to be his one and only for him. Toni, smirking as I cried over my Caesar salad, could tell she had sucked his dick before. She knew how to satisfy him, and it appeared he liked showing me off to her. Was I simply an attraction to incite Toni's interest in him so he could fuck her again?
Allen stroked my shoulder. "There there, dear. I understand it's tough, but you must be patient. I waited all these years."
I lifted my eyes to meet his. My red eyes met some hope in 'all these years.'
He reasoned, "If I were cruel, I would have taken you back when you were eighteen and raring to go. But I needed you to come into contact with the world. I needed you to feel the frustration of an unfulfilled life before you could appreciate the life I could provide for you. And the chance could be that a peaceful, loving matrimony with a caring, loving husband would suffice for you, and I would later realize you were not cut out for me. And discover that you're better with another man like me, but impatient and unkind."
I imagined my ex-lover, the one I had an affair with.
Allen declared, "And it was feasible that a peaceful marriage with a loving, caring husband would satisfy you and that I would learn I was wrong all along -- that you're not meant for me. And I would be pleased that I didn't let you follow my path."
I felt my chest swell. I wiped the tears from my cheeks. I beamed at Allen. "I'm yours," I professed.
"See? So, while you're eager to do all those things with me, I want you to perceive me as a man who cherishes you, adores you, and will safeguard and help nourish your passions."
My heartbeat thundered in my chest at his words, 'a man who loves you.' I curled up to him and kissed him. I said, "Couldn't you, though, do all that while fucking my brains out?"
Allen grinned. He stroked my cheek. Then, using his thumb, he tenderly caressed my lower lip. Softly, he said, "I will enjoy the moment when the head of my cock meets these beautiful lips of yours for the first time."
As he said this, he slid his thumb with the tip of my tongue. "I will savor the very second when the tip of my thumb slips over your tongue, familiarizing you with the sensation. I will relish in the exhilaration as you gaze at me, realizing you'll stretch your mouth as you try to accommodate me."
He made me open my jaw wider by pressing his thumb along my tongue, deeper into my mouth. "And more as you feel me moving further down."
He pushed the tip of his thumb further, encompassing my tongue. I saw my spittle dribbling down his knuckle.
"Lastly," he announced, "The initial moment you feel me reach the back of your tongue, tickling your throat and you're not certain if you can handle it, then it's when my cock engulfs your throat entirely. I can almost see the fear crossing your eyes as your airway is blocked. Will I suffocate you? Will I gag? Will I go on, no matter the outcome?"
I wallowed in the fear's sexual charge that burgeoned within me. I sucked his thumb, swirling it with my tongue. He pushed his thumb farther along my tongue, deeper into my mouth. I could see his drool drip down and off his knuckle.
"You're anxious," he inferred. "But you know that one day, I'll push past this boundary and you'll have my cock embedded in your esophagus, massaging it, praying for it to give you even more to swallow."
With that, I came, his hand in my mouth and my hand probing my needy cunt. My muffled cries were inescapable by everyone in the club as the pleasure of an orgasm filled the air.
I recalled the girl in the garage who couldn't get her lips to wrap around his member, who nearly cried from trying to ingest it all. I couldn't fathom that I might be unprepared. However, my heart desperately sought the preparedness to practice.
He inquired, "Scared?"
"Mm hm."
"But you know that at one point, my cock will push past this barrier, and you will literally deepthroat me up to the root, throbbing from swallowing every last inch."
I had kept my eyes closed, yet as he withdrew his thumb, I opened them. I observed Toni standing near our table. My initial impression was that she was about to urge us to depart. Instead, she handed him a warm washcloth, which he utilized to clean his hands. I straightened up and attempted to smooth my hair under her watchful glance. Toni handed me a second washcloth.
Allen halted her. "The female doesn't require that." Then he peered at me so I could not decline the implication. I raised my palm toward my face and licked my fingers. At first, I glanced at Allen, but he flicked his eyes to Toni, hence I fixed my gaze on her and relished the flavor of my own fluids. She didn't blink, yet I savored the subtlest movement of her tongue against her lips.
Eventually, Allen handed the hand towel back to Toni, who nodded and withdrew.
"I feel so... filthy," I announced with pride. I sensed like a naughty pupil detected by the instructor.
"You came, pet," he remarked.
Fuck, I hadn't sought his consent! I'd become lost in the moment, and it felt as if he desired me to do it.
"We were caught up in the instant," I whined.
"Observe?" he stated. "Does it seem fair, does it?"
Then I understood. He'd done to me what I'd done to my husband the evening before - set an impossible task as a pretext for punishment.
"I grasp that, Sir. I'm distraught. I shamed you. I'll..."
He elevated a digit to halt me.
"You didn't embarrass me or yourself. I believe by now you've learned why I prefer this establishment. It's quite lenient... and discreet. In reality, tonight, you and Tim will dine with me here, where I can address the recent indiscretions from both of you."
I experienced heartbreak for having faltered. However, I delighted in knowing I would spend more time with Allen, even if it meant my husband accompanied us. I envisioned how Tim would have felt witnessing what just occurred. I laughed within myself. He'd likely be the one providing the washcloth to Sir.
We proceeded back to the office and I engaged in my work. Knowing that I would receive my reward later made it slightly simpler to concentrate on my projects. More so, I realized that Sir was caring for me. I trusted that he would inform me what to do and when, which made it more convenient to focus on the current moment.
I conveyed to Tim our dinner arrangements to ensure he didn't prepare dinner. Additionally, I 'confessed' to Tim that Allen had taken me to lunch and how he'd made me achieve orgasm right there in front of the server.
"OMG!" was Tim's reaction.
"OMFG, was what I intended to scream, yet my mouth was filled." I texted. Then, "I didn't have authorization, though."
He replied with an embracing emoji, subsequently sending a photo of his erection pressing against his shorts. I had to chuckle, but penned, "Put that away. I don't need to see the menu for dessert. I'm heading for the main episode."
Cruel, yet I recognized Tim would savor it and I wanted him to experience that all day.
I had my initial end-of-day consultation with Sir and he was strictly work-related. Did I miscalculate? Yet after a few minutes, he uttered, "Knock."
Allen promptly said, "Enter" in an irritated tone. His aide emerged. She exhibited a hopeful look, but all she perceived were Allen and me working on our laptops and making notes.
"Uh, I intended to check if you required dinner ordered," she stated.
"No, and thank you for considering it, Tanya," he responded. "We won't be occupying this meeting for too long."
She nodded self-consciously and began to close the door.
He halted her. "In the future, I suggest that we be permitted to focus. When you need to depart, do not concern yourself with me. I can manage a dinner order, but the objective of this meeting is to have sufficient uninterrupted time that we won't need to remain for a long time."
She affirmed, lingering more dejected, and shut the door.
Allen winked at me. "The downside of my vigor is an abundance of helpful women. However, that conversation ensures our privacy from now on."
I shook my head. He's considering ahead. I also made a note to detest that secretary. I didn't need her 'aiding' Allen.
"It's time for a change, Tim. We're heading to a swanky place." I strode in and handed my purse and luggage to Tim to put away. As I looked around, I appreciated the cleanliness.
"You've tidied up," I remarked, "It looks awesome. Thanks!"
Flowers decorated the dining table.
"A girl could get addicted to this place," I quipped, and I planted a kiss on him before going to change. I playfully pinched his erection.
I escorted us to the club. The surprise was meeting Allen at the entrance to welcome us.
"You didn't need to wait for us," I said. "We'd have found you."
Allen replied, "I presumed you knew. You can't get into this place without me. The Club is private." He chuckled and led us in, with Tim right behind us.
I checked out the place - it had minimum lighting and was subtly decorated. The design was simple yet stylish, but there was no signage. The parking area only had valets. There were windows, but you couldn't see inside. It could have been an office building. That's when the penny dropped - it was indeed a private club. All along, I had only noticed the hot guy in front of me.
So, Allen was a member and probably preferred Toni, a server, who would serve him specially. I assumed there was only a handful of staff here. I later found out her work system - if it was on demand or if she handled tables all day. I also wondered about the customers' demands - was the Club a front for an elite escort service. I doubted Sir had ever paid for sex.
Once inside, Toni greeted us and led us to our booth. Was she a full-time employee or did she just show up when a table had orders? And if so, what kind of demands were there? The club looked like a private establishment, and that's what it was. I hadn't paid attention to anything but the dude with me.
Allen let me sit down first, then sat to my right. Tim took the seat on my left. Toni reappeared, bringing water glasses and a carafe of fancy water. She poured us each a glass.
"What would you like to drink, sir?" Toni asked. I got annoyed at her calling Allen 'sir,' but I realized she always served Sir the way he specified. My jealousy gnawed at me, but I tried to take it in stride as Sir didn't seem fond of clingy women.
Tim was about to respond, but Allen beat him to it. "We'll have a Sazarac."
"Of course," Toni smiled. Her gaze stayed on Allen. "And for the gentlemen?" she continued.
I gently patted Tim's hand, "Sir knows just the right drinks. You'll love the one Tim's getting."
"Let's find out, Toni," Allen said.
"I'll make sure everything's ready," she replied, looking at Allen. She then left the table. Tim and I shared a smile. The drink was cheekily named "Dirty Pearl." It's weird, but every classy joint must have a gimmick, right? I noticed Tim appreciated Toni's huge, fuller boobs. It was one more reason Allen favored Toni.
Allen then started with some small talk.
A few minutes later, Toni reappeared, her expression calm as ever. Her soaked blouse displayed her pointy nipples framed by jeweled rings inside them. No attempts at modesty, which surely had our attention, even though she didn't speak. [Side note: The author used aides to heavy dialogue - "I sashayed", "I said", "I drove us", etc. The above paraphrase has been created keeping that in mind.]
She reached for the empty water glass and raised it to her mouth. I was astonished when I witnessed what she did next. She opened her mouth and poured out a stream of fluids into the glass. It was a combination of milky and clear, and I realized in a second it was cum. She held the glass skillfully under her chin and used its rim to collect anything left on her lower lip and jaw into the water glass, which she placed on the table. Slowly, the liquid dripped down the inside of the glass and collected at the bottom. In a glass that size, it didn't appear significant.
She directed her attention to Tim. "Come with me, please." She motioned to the side to suggest he leave the table.
Tim, with his jaw sagging due to the unexpected exhibition, glanced at me and Allen, who just nodded. Tim slid out of the booth and followed her down the hallway.
"They'll be back in a few minutes, don't worry."
I stared at Allen and then at the glass. "Sir, I..."
"It will become clear later," he said, concluding the conversation.
Allen and I discussed work topics for a bit, and I could hardly take my eyes off the water glass. The thick white liquid was thinning out now as it sat. It became more syrupy.
I noticed Toni and Tim returning to the table. Toni had the same tight-lipped expression, and Tim's face appeared shocked. The pieces fell into place. The first time, she had likely gone to blow someone - possibly another server - but this time, she must have gone to suck off my husband. This must've been part of the treat. The "Dirty Pearl" was making more sense to me.
Toni picked up the glass. Tim remained beside her, trembling, as she released yet another stream of fluid into the glass. I observed the mix of saliva and cum sliding down the walls and merging with the other load. My stomach twirled a bit. Seeing it all puddled together - two loads of cum - was graphic.
Then Toni held the glass under Tim's chin. My heart missed a beat. I held my breath. He glanced at Toni. She nodded, and he opened his mouth. It was a good thing she was there because Tim wasn't as skilled. The cum dripped all over his chin, but Toni had the rim of the glass, guiding the liquid to its destination. When his chin was no longer smeared but still shiny, she set the glass down.
I was in shock. My husband had sucked off a stranger, held the cum in his mouth as he returned to our table, and spat it into a water glass. Worse, the glass was held by a lovely woman he'd only just met, whose breasts were visibly displayed beneath her wet blouse. His face had a pink tinge. His eyes appeared watery. I felt remorseful. This was too much to ask of him, to make him do it in front of his wife.
Toni smiled at Tim as though he'd done well. Then she nodded her head toward the hallway. Tim turned to me for a brief moment, then left. As he did, I saw him lick his lips. Toni didn't follow.
She questioned, "May I start you off with any appetizers?" while lightly wiping her lower lip and licking her finger.
Allen ordered for the table.
I turned to him, feeling a bit agitated but also, incredibly aroused. What was it about my husband's humiliation that captivated me so much? And how he just - did it - without resistance or protest.
"Well, my pet," Allen said. "What do you think?"
"Why doesn't he fight it?" I questioned.
"Why do you believe that?"
"But it's degrading. He's not even defending himself. How can he just..."
"Pay attention, my pet," Allen chastised.
This dulled my anger a bit.
Tim came back to the table and contributed to the mix in the glass. This time, he managed it better. The glass seemed to contain a couple of shots of cum and saliva now. As Tim placed it down, he twirled the glass slightly, causing the mixture to blend. It was still more viscous at the top and clearer toward the bottom - all those enzymes at work, breaking down the seminal fluid for its hopeless journey up the walls to the womb that would never be.
As Tim left once more, I shook my head.
"Again?"
"Until the glass is full, my pet. That's the Dirty Pearl cocktail."
"But where..." I gestured down the hallway.
"There are booths. Private booths with passages for men who desire anonymity."
I shook my head, imagining my husband being one load at a time, finding a booth, waiting for a man to insert his penis through the wall between them. Then, in a single-minded pursuit, my husband would bring the strange man to orgasm with his mouth, never knowing who was on the other side. END
"These club members go through a detailed screening process. I won't lie, not all of them are as attractive as me." Allen sipped his Sazarac as he observed my expression. "How many times have you performed a blowjob, my dear?"
I glanced at the drink. There was roughly two ounces in a twelve-ounce glass. Four men. I wasn't even certain if Tim was one of those loads in that glass. Room for twenty additional participants in this twisted relay.
"I haven't done it too many times," I replied.
"He's carrying out this activity because he wants to degrade himself."
"But why? What's so appealing?"
"Because you adore it, Rebecca."
"But why do I... I..." I couldn't bring myself to say it. Allen was right. When Tim returned to the table, his eyes never left mine. He was indeed sexually aroused. He took the glass, allowing the mixture to accumulate in the cup. He used the rim to clean his chin. He licked his lips.
I gazed back at Tim. I could feel the cruelty in my gaze. And I felt my nipples rubbing harshly against my silk blouse. I touched one of my nipples lightly, as my spouse watched me. His breathing became more rapid. He shook his head and smiled like a child before returning down the hallway.
"I bloody love it," I exclaimed.
"Just consider how much more he might do in a year or two," Allen said.
"But it drives me crazy, too."
"Welcome to your own low point, Rebecca. You adore them for what they do, but you also hate it. Many men would love the chance to swap positions with your partner. You'd be amazed by how many of them are 'alphas.'" He rolled his eyes and chuckled. I laughed along, but then something he mentioned made me doubtful.
"You said, 'you despise them doing it.'"
"Oh, not you, pet. Not you." He stroked my shoulder and neck. "You're distinct. Only a dominant man suits you, but not for the same reasons. For you, it's all about completing yourself, deepening your connection, and eschewing any sense of shame. For Tim, the shame is the source of his arousal. He doesn't want to escape it. He wishes to be submerged in it. Isn't that correct, Tim?"
We both looked up as Tim reappeared at the table with the glass in hand. The semen trickled down and mixed with the saliva, filling the cup nearly to the brim. A reminder of Tim's actions for me, making him feel pleasure in humiliating himself.
Tim responded, "Y-yes... Sir." He addressed me.
Allen uttered, "Rebecca, let's examine how you feel about your partner performing fellatio on other men." He gently slid his hand up my skirt, causing me to gasp as his finger massaged the outside of my vagina.
"Ask him."
"What... makes me feel relieved?"
"Exactly, my pet," Allen said as he continued to stroke my pussy lips, never touching my clitoris. I lowered my head in ecstasy. I couldn't eat as Allen kept me on edge. My spouse made many more visits to the booths before the glass was almost full. Toni had remained patient, anticipating Tim's eventual return. She was considerate to keep his food warm. What a decent person, I thought.
As Tim's mouth drained once more into the glass, almost to the brim, and he was about to leave, Allen stated, "That's enough, cuck."
Tim sat down next to me, his jaw clenched. He was red from the abuse. He had some semen streaked on his chin and neck that he abandoned cleaning. He stared at the glass, filled with semen and saliva, the proof of my husband's willingness to make me feel pleasure while degrading him. The depravity was an inexplicably striking sight, as if it were almost enticing. I eyed Tim's cum-streaked face and craved to kiss him, to clean him - a reward for his dedication to the task.
Watching the lady squirm on her master's hand, her face lined with sweat, her pretty silk blouse dampening, her mouth slightly open hoping, but not daring, to ask for more. She had already forgotten about supper, her meal was barely touched now. The only thing she wanted was to tighten her grip around her master's fingers with her vaginal walls.
I was perplexed as Tim detached his hand. "No... please?" I pleaded.
Despite the uncertainty in my voice, Tim's response was confident. "I have two slaves who are dying for me, eh?"
I nodded in reply, my breath unsteady. My gaze shifted towards Toni, standing at her station. Did she feel envious? Or was she merely aroused by the situation? I couldn't help but notice the rings around her nipples peeking out from her damp shirt. They seemed perky, perhaps due to the arousal. Were we fueling her excitement?
Gravelly, Sir said, "However, both of you defied my order. You pleasured yourselves separately without my permission."
Feeling my pulse quicken, I was overcome by distress. I had disobeyed. Not only did I let Tim finish his climax last night without permission, I had also indulged myself this morning in Sir's office, shamelessly using my hand. The thought of getting spanked right here at the booth, in full view of the club, where clothes were reserved only for decorum, overwhelmed me.
Stepping it up, Sir declared, "But let's not forget. Tim, this cocktail you're drinking is the result of your actions last night"
Nodding, Tim seemed to understand the punishment aspect.
Again, Sir seemed unperturbed by the visual. "But... you hardly touched your drink."
A wave of panic and anticipation flooded me. Did he mean what I thought?
Tim hesitated for a moment before bringing the glass to his lips. As if this was something he had prayed for, he drank from the glass. His eyes fixated on mine. The sheer magnitude of what he was doing puzzled me. Was he carrying it out due to Sir's commands or was it because I wanted to see him endure it?
Unable to curb my curiosity, I offered merely a nod to confirm Sir's observation.
Proudly, Sir informed me, "And Tim has already begun to understand the level of your depravity."
A rush of excitement surged through me. I couldn't even tell which aspect excited me more - Tim's obedience or Sir's demands.
Sir continued, "But you haven't seen the extent of your servitude."
My face turned towards Sir, surprised. "What do you mean?"
"You incorrectly set your husband up. That's why his punishment is not as severe as it could be," Sir explained.
I looked at the very same glass, filled with Tim's slurped down semen. Somewhere in the depths, Toni's contribution also mixed in. The thought of swallowing seafood as cum filled with their drool over the stem made it even more delectable. Eyeing Sir, I asked anxiously, "May I?"
Tim nervously gasped, "Oh, fuck."
Sir smirked at my husband's reaction. "He did his part. And he proved himself to you."
Unmarred by apprehension, I requested, "Please? Sir?"
"Do it," Sir said.
I grasped the glass. I licked my lips. My eyes focused on Sir's face, urging him to give me permission.
"Drink," Sir commanded.
I pursed my lips against the glass brim. Inhaling the scent of the sweet brine, sour notes teased my nostrils. With my tongue, I licked along the rim, lapping the puddles of cum, in which his own and Toni's had melded. Filling my mouth, I tasted the thick phallic brew, swishing it all over, rotating it in my mouth, gathering each and every flavor in every corner. I drank it all before filling up once more to savor the taste of another man's seed. I gulped it down. This wasn't enough. I looked at Allen, requesting another sip.
I sighed. The glass seemed to grow silent, dissatisfied. Its purpose unfulfilled, I sighed, greedy for more. I took another swig. The glass vocalized my pleasure, echoing my lust back at me. Again, I filled my mouth... and swallowed. I felt drawn to the glass, wanting it to last as long as I could, swigging it's syrupy contents sluggishly. My mouth craved for the inside of Tim's mouth again.
I was content to drink from the glass forever. Instead, Sir interjected, "No need for a meal, what you want is a shake for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert."
I drained the final drop of liquor, enjoying the sticky feeling on my lips as I licked the sides of the glass for any leftovers. I licked my finger and ran it around the insides of the empty cup, tasting the remaining remnants of the drink. My uncontrollable sexual desire was heightened, entirely driven by the approval of Allen and Sir. My cheeks glistened with a mix of moisture from my lips and perspiration from my skin.
Looking into the glass, it's coating was still visible, and a few spots of sticky cum had dripped back inside. I reached for the pitcher of water nearby and poured it into the cup, swirling it to create waves that reached the glass's walls. Once the coastal lines were clean, the beverage textured the glass. I finished the last few sips, feeling the blended liquid touch my lips and tongue. After setting the cup back down, I took a deep breath, feeling a ripple of enthusiasm pulse through my body.
"Want more?" Allen asked with a hint of amusement and satisfaction, understanding my obedience to him.
I couldn't deny my desire, so I admitted, "Sir, do you see the change now?"
Looking at Tim through the corner of my eye, I noticed his flushed complexion and droplets of perspiration on his forehead. He confirmed his approval by nodding, confirming the uncontrollable need for my submission to the fantasy play.
Smiling at Tim's eyes gazing upon me so intently, Sir replied, "You see, my devoted one, your husband will drink the entire cup you had gently poured for him. It is not to bring him pleasure but to satisfy your craving. He only gained pleasure from your incessant longing. And you, you felt immense satisfaction. This isn't about us, Sir or Allen, or even Tim. It's about you, and the gratification of your deep and uncontrollable need. This lifestyle doesn't enslave you. I provide you the tools to live as the being you're destined to be.”
Aware that my wants were more than just being a slut, I acknowledged, ”I am your pet. I desire it all. Any task.”
As Allen enveloped me with his arms, running his fingers through my hair, I searched for more contact in any place possible. I explored his body, yearning for a connection.
"I'm so horny..." I cried out to Sir.
"You are, my beloved".
I attempted to climb onto Allen's lap, forcing my legs apart and investing myself between him and the tabled surface. Failing, I raised my skirt, exposing my yearning sex. I strongly asked, "I need and want it.”
Always a game-changer, Allen replied, "I desire to fuck you. In front of all these people. Will you not allow me to pleasure you?"
"Yes. Yes. I don't care." I was starting to convince myself of my want for destruction and sin.
"Do you want a guy's cock to ram the inside of you?"
"Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me, Sir, please."
My hands traveled like lightening along his skin, unable to stop and undecided where to touch him. My sexual lust would achieve an ideal seize before making a choice.
"Don't," Sir spoke solemnly. I froze in position, my heart pounding in my chest while slowly sliding off of him. My slit blouse was back around my breasts with a struggle. Although I was turned on and ready, I was unexpectedly reminded of my vulnerability as he told me to place my blouse back in its previous condition. His gaze now reached into another dimension, one of experience and concentration not seen before, and the previously smiley Toni appeared lost in thought. With perplexity, I gripped her gaze. In silent demonstration, I reflected a smile toward her, salivating as I saw the beading nipple ring. "Fuck you, Toni". My hands touched her breasts, desiring a moment with the rings.
The overwhelming sense of desperation didn't last too long as Sir's look turned red with alpha and affection for me. The car ride home was fairly quiet. Tim wasn't a master at using the clutch, but his undamaged car still made it home. The wind blew through my shirt as I allowed the shirt to flap. The road was empty, reducing the risk of others' judgment. As I walked to Tim's car with my shirt hanging open, people were able to witness my defiance. Rebelling further, I spitefully associates the honks and cat calls with generous tips as if to say "You want my body, pay up."
While driving with Tim, I reached over and grazed his hair. I traced my finger along his ear. The cocktail within me made me feel intoxicated. It's similar to the feeling of hunger when you've been fasting all day, and then finally consuming food, startling your body with the influx of nutrients. This is how my body reacted to the cocktail, craving more of that pleasure. Observing Tim's crotch, there was a tiny white spot there.
"I adore you so much, Tim," I expressed.
Tim shut his eyes for a split second before fixing them back on the road.
"I wish I could suck you right now," I said.
Tim glanced at me. There was longing in him, yet no sign of anger. Rather, he simply loved me.
At home, we entered our detached garage, shielding our naked bodies from prying neighbors. I peeled off my shirt as we walked into the house. I undid the zipper on my skirt, letting it drop to the floor. I left my heels on as I stepped out of the skirt and into the kitchen. Tim trailed behind me.
"Undress," I ordered.
Tim took off all his clothes, remaining still and waiting. I observed his bare genitals, pleased to see he'd adhered to my instructions. He had shaved his entire nether region. I chuckled at the sight of his erect penis.
"Are you fine with what transpired tonight?"
"No, my mistress. I told you, I won't defy you."
I retrieved a glass from a cupboard, filling it with water. I sipped it slowly, letting Tim reflect upon the memory of me consuming the cocktail earlier. (From earlier in the bar.) I inclined my head and credited my husband's erection.
"The cocktail we shared... Was any of that yours?" I inquired.
"No, mistress."
I shook my head, feeling a tinge of sadness for him.
"What did she tell you?"
"She led me back to the booths. They were hushed and dark, almost private. There was ample space for both of us within them. She mentioned their unique feature - openings. Men yearned for this particular display."
I released a sigh. Water beads condensed on my glass. I rubbed the rim against my nipples. The droplets slid down my body, pooling on my thighs.
Tim said, "She discussed the special. How those at the Club were aware when it was ordered. A red light would signal its emergence. Patrons would know where to gaze. Not just men, but women, too."
I shrugged. This made sense.
"Continue," I urged.
"She revealed her name. She confessed our shared preference. Then a cock emerged through the exit close to her. She crouched down and began touching it. She inquired if I had ever partaken in such an act before. I vehemently shook my head."
I provided Tim a quizzical glance. It could be a different type of cock tail than the alcoholic variety, I thought.
Tim continued, "She divulged the proceedings. What my role would be. How times I'd need to partake in it."
Tim turned to face me. I ran my hand across my hip, sliding it down my body. I sipped some more, moisteni ng my lips. It seemed he'd endured numerous erections previously.
"There was a gentlemen on my side. I could hear his erotic panting. That's when she explained that I could halt the proceedings at any time. Leaving would dictate being permanently banned from the Club. However, if I wasn't content with it, I wouldn't want to participate anyway. But nonetheless, I knew..."
"Sir would have liked it."
"Yes, he would've."
My heart swelled. I struggled to fathom Tim's love for me. I can be cruel at times, but I also have immense selfishness within me.
"You stayed," I remarked.
Tim shook his head. "I couldn't leave. It would've prevented us from returning."
"However, both of you want this," I added.
"Fuck, Becky, it stirs my desire."
Certainly. His yearning did not wane for a second.
"The guy went into the other booth, and I heard the zipper. Next thing you know, his dick was right in my face. Toni winked at me, so I started playing with it. She demonstrated what I needed to do to her partner."
"How did it feel?"
"I was a bit nervous, but Toni leaned in and shared what I was meant to do."
"That's... sexy." It made me uneasy knowing Toni was so close to my man, but I reminded myself it was what he wanted.
"I simply followed instructions. Tim appeared relieved and seemed to be enjoying himself. It didn't take long before Toni moved on to the other man who was close to climax due to her hand job."
He mulled it over, deep in thought. I drew in closer to him, maintaining eye contact.
"Your dick is dripping."
"Yes, I'm so..." He hesitated before saying the word.
I gave him a nudge to keep going.
"That's when I got the hang of it. I could take both penises in my mouth without losing their cum. At first, I did what Toni taught me, but then one of the guys..."
Tim continued to stare intensely at me. I brimmed with a grin. A single drop of pre-cum rested on the tip of his dick.
"He commanded me to take his member deeper if I wanted his prize."
I responded, moaning softly.
"He mentioned knowing Mr. Marks and that my wife had to be out there. He spoke about my motivation and how it meant working harder if he wanted his semen."
I smiled, "Continue." I licked my lips, just below his dick's tip.
"He told me to stay put so I could hold my mouth in place. He thrust into me. The man grunted while saying, 'Take it. Take it. Take my cum.' I felt used, but then there was so much of it. My mouth was dripping, so I had to rush to hold the glass so it wouldn't burst or I'd swallow too much."
A stream of pre-cum joined the previous.
"I don't remember which guy came first or how many times. I simply allowed them to use my mouth. I complied with their orders: sucking their balls, stroking their penises, slapping their dicks, and even calling them 'Daddy.' I did whatever it took to make them ejaculate and bring me closer to filling the glass for you."
Another significant blob of semen descended, dribbling down. I took a closer look.
"After that, I lost track of the men and time. I only focused on pleasing them. I gave them what they wanted: my mouth, my voice."
Another lump of semen slipped off.
"When all was said and done, I longed to experience the same pleasure. I wanted Sir to observe me. I desired him to see me taste him, longed to hear him express how sweet I was. Maybe someday, if I submitted to enough cocks. Maybe someday, if I drank more cum. Maybe someday, if I fucked enough men for him, I would earn the right."
He exhaled, looking at me.
That night in bed, I aroused myself, anticipation building. I thought about how my husband and those cocks would feel, desire for me, instruct me. Imagining myself spread over Sir's lap, being hammered from both ends while he rubbed his dick in his pants, a stiffness I could sense but not grasp with my hands. Perhaps one day, if I overwhelmed those cocks with my efforts. If I filled that glass to the brim. If I served him enough, I could earn the right.
That night, as I lay in bed, I couldn't help but think of my husband. I ached to fulfill his wishes, to offer him the pleasure of watching me kneel in front of him and taste myself. I lusted after his approval, longing to feel his intensity and to earn his appreciation through my actions. I mused about the strangers' cock, and my body betrayed my mental proclamations. I closed my eyes and let my mind drift into pleasurable erotica. I anticipated their ownership. I imagined myself in Sir's position, witnessing my subservience. I considered the phalluses ramming me in different orifices. I fantasized about finally being able to place Sir's hand on my belly, resting against his hardness as we shared his semen. One day, I prayed, oh, knifey, one day I could submit so deeply, I could replicate the sensations for Him.
Sighing, I tasted.
Concluded.
Stay hungry.
