Maggie's Ch. 05
Author's Note: This is chapter 5 of an ongoing series. To get the character backgrounds, I recommend you read chapters 1-4 prior to this segment. As a warning, this chapter contains a rape fantasy, BDSM and rough play, and anal. If that's up your alley, hope you enjoy!
Chapter 5: The Visitor (Jac's Perspective)
"Fuuuckkkkkk!" Laura cried out as I slid my strapon into her dripping pussy. She groaned as I filled her, lying backward against her husband. She already had Chris's dick impaled in her ass, and was finding out for the first time what it felt like to be double penetrated.
I began to thrust in and out as she begged for it like a bitch in heat. "Oh fuck yea, fill up my pussy with your big cock! I love having both of you inside me, it feels so good!"
I could see Chris grinning from beneath us as we slammed in and out of his wife in unison. He loved how much this was turning her on, how we had flipped the script from our last time playing at the diner and this time she was the one getting dominated in two holes.
We had started this session with oral and food play, each taking turns sixty-nining with another partner while the third covered them with all sorts of fun desserts. After we each got a turn with both partners, Chris and I had converged on Laura just like we had planned, stuffing her ass with fruit and cream before locking it all in with a buttplug. We took turns spit roasting her pussy and mouth, dumping jars of jam and caramel all over her body while we fucked her and she moaned in bliss. Now, Chris was underneath her, cock pistoning in and out of her rear cavity while I pounded her soaked snatch.
"I'm...not...gonna...last...much...longer!" Laura panted around her moans. True to her word she soon cried out and released a flow of juices as she came, drenching both my legs and Chris's with her voluminous squirts.
Between the vibrating egg on high in my snatch, the feeling of the dildo rubbing against my clit as I thrust in, and the overall arousal of the situation, I quickly followed suit, gushing over Laura and Chris as they lay beneath me. It was my second orgasm of the night, as I had found out earlier just how skilled Chris could be with his tongue.
Not long after, I saw Chris scrunch up his features and groan, and I knew he was flooding his wife's ass with his seed. He came to a shuddering conclusion and we all lay there, a delightfully sticky and spent sandwich of flesh.
I slipped out of Laura and stood up, and she slid her ass off of her husband's dick and aligned it over his face. "Lick it up!" she commanded, and he went to work, licking his spunk out of her ass along with any residual fruit and cream. I saw him swallow once then motion me over and get back to work with his tongue. I leaned down and he snowballed his new findings into my mouth, tasting his salty sperm along with the sweet berry delight.
I realized I last time we were here I had started what had now become our new tradition to end each night, eating whatever goodness spilled out of the most well-fucked ass of the evening. Last time it was Chris, tonight it was Laura. "We really are some insatiable, depraved sluts," I thought to myself, chuckling internally.
We all stood up and looked around at the mess we had created. "Pretty similar to last time I think," Chris commented. "It's amazing you have such a good cleaning company to deal with this."
I shrugged. "I pay them and treat them well, and in response they're discreet. Chances are they're probably here illegally as well, so the last thing they want to do is cause problems. So it's a good working relationship."
"Fair enough!" Laura chirped. "Holy shit I'm exhausted. Let's clean up and call it a night."
We cleaned ourselves off as best as possible with washcloths and towels and threw our coverup clothes back on. Then Chris and Laura grabbed our leftover supplies, packed up their car, and walked back over. I kissed both of them goodbye, getting a polite smooch from Chris and a longer tonguing from Laura. Then with a wave they took off, leaving me to lock up and take myself home.
I stared at my second home, thinking for a moment how the past 3 months had transformed my life. I felt more balanced and content than I had in years, enjoying the intimate and now sexual friendship I had with Chris and Laura, but also feeling better about myself as well. I was playing sports again, hanging out with friends again, ensuring my life wasn't just work. Things were trending in the right direction. I smiled, locked up, and hopped in my truck to head home.
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A few evenings later, I had just gotten home from the diner when my cell rang. I looked at the caller and was shocked to see it was an old friend I hadn't heard from in over a year. I picked up, hoping to hide the surprise in my voice.
"Bre?"
"Hey Jac! How have you been? I know it's been a while, how are things?"
Bre was a...close friend with benefits from my lesbian days, before Maggie died and Steph moved away. Her and Steph and I were all close for a while, and while Steph and I were in love, Bre and my relationship was only close friendship and the occasional sex. Funny enough, we had all met at one of the crazy orgies my shit ex-husband dragged me to. Bre had helped me realize that I needed to get away from him.
Bre was a computer whiz who trended toward alt-girl vibes, with a sleeve of tattoos and a pixie cut that used to change colors by the week. She was sexy in the alternative sense, and an absolute rocket in bed, with her own specific set of kinks. She was a few years older than me, and I hadn't seen her since she moved out west to go work for a tech firm.
"Actually, I've been really good lately," I told Bre, realizing I was smiling as I said it. "Made some new friends recently, getting out more, not just living to work at the diner. How about you?"
"That's great!" Bre chirped. "How are things at Maggie's? Life is good here, expensive as fuck but lots of fun, and work is crazy as usual. Can't complain overall."
"Glad to hear it!" I replied. Bre was always a positive person. She had been well known in the local lesbian scene before she moved out west, desired by many but only into a few. I was one of the lucky ones. "Maggie's is doing great. There was a local exposé done on us a few months back and business has been thriving."
"Fantastic," Bre responded. "Happy for you girl! And I have some good news of my own. I'm gonna be coming out your way for work! My company wants me to recruit at my old university, so I'll be in the city for almost a week early next month. Will you be around? I'll be flying in on Wednesday, working the job fair Thursday and Friday and then spending time with my cousin on Saturday, but would love to see you, either on Thursday night or maybe on Sunday evening? I forced my firm to give me the extra day so I could enjoy the weekend, and I don't fly back until Monday afternoon."
My mind raced. That Sunday she was referring to would be the first weekend of the month, which I had already calendared in as my night with Chris and Laura. Could I move it? Should we cancel, or should I let them go on their own? I hated the idea of missing it, we only got our nights once per month.
I must have paused for a bit too long because I heard Bre chime in again. "No worries if you aren't around! Was just thinking how it would be nice to see you, it's been so long!"
I really wanted to see Bre, so I jumped back in. "No, it will work!" I told her. "Our schedule at the diner can be a bit chaotic but hey, I'm the owner, right, I can make time for myself! Let me get back to you on what day would be best but count me in!"
"Ok great!" Bre was always easily excitable, and it sounded like that hadn't changed. Then her tone changed to something a bit more sultry. "Sooo, you seeing anyone right now? Anyone been Jac'ing off lately?"
I chuckled, Bre always loved to make that joke.
"I've got something casual going but nothing serious and no commitment. How about you babe? Don't tell me there aren't any west coast ladies to meet your needs?"
"Not the right one, and therefore never enough," Bre said with a hint of longing. "You know I'm picky. And I have specific tastes."
I did know. Unlike many other smaller, cute lesbians, Bre didn't want a butch lover. She wanted hot, sexy, and feminine. But she also wanted someone strong and dominant. It was a rare combination in the world we lived in, especially to find that person who then wanted her alt-girl vibes in return. I was one of the few who came close, but I had picked Steph over her when it had been time to choose. So Bre continued to leave behind a trail of desperate and heartbroken lovers who didn't fit the bill.
"I get it," I said, "I still haven't found the right person either. And I have two genders to choose from!"
Bre laughed. "Sometimes I forget you go both ways. Anyway," she lowered her voice, "up for some fun while I'm in town, for old times sake? If we're both single, might as well enjoy it right?"
I hadn't been with Bre in over four years, but our wild sex was still imprinted into my mind. "You better come ready for the heat," I responded naughtily.
I could see her grin from across the country. "Alrighty then! Can't wait babe. We'll chat again closer to when I come in, keep me posted on what day works best!"
We said our goodbyes and she hung up. I thought to myself about how to handle the timing of Bre visiting compared to my night with Chris and Laura. It would raise some eyebrows if I changed the day of our cleaning, but I could do it. Or I could hang out with Bre on Thursday night, but I would have to skip volleyball, and she'd have the job fair the next morning.
Another thought crossed my mind. I had agreed with Laura and Chris to not share anything about our sessions at Maggie's with anyone unless all three of us agreed. Bre would be the perfect next step in terms of bringing in someone to join us. She was from out of town, already knew me, and was a fellow raunchy slut, in her own way. Would they be ready to include someone else? And would they be up for Bre's kinks?
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The next week after volleyball, Chris, Laura and I grabbed drinks at a local pub. As I sipped my beer, I worked up the courage to bring up a suggestion that could throw the good thing we had going completely out of whack.
"So I have some news," I started. "Good news, nothing to worry about." They both looked at me expectantly.
"An old friend of mine is going to come visit! She used to live here but moved out west to work in tech a few years back. She's really cool, y'all would like her."
"Ah, fun!" exclaimed Laura. "Is she coming out just to visit you?"
"No, she's here for work, but some of her family is local so she's going to stay through the weekend to see them and wants to see me as well."
"That's great! When is she coming in?" Chris asked.
"And this isn't your ex, is it?" Laura followed up, thinking out loud. "If I remember correctly, you said she moved away a few years ago too."
"Not my ex," I admitted, "though this friend and I do have a history, we never went beyond friends with benefits. And as for timing, that's the thing I wanted to talk to you about." I looked at them apologetically. "It's the first weekend next month, and she doesn't fly out until Monday afternoon."
"Ahh ok." Chris did his best to not let his disappointment show. "We can cancel next month if it conflicts with her visiting. You should spend time with your friend, she's only here briefly but we aren't going anywhere!"
"Absolutely," Laura chimed in, "spend the weekend with her and have fun. Any chance we can reschedule our Maggie's night for a different Sunday?"
"I thought about that," I responded, "but changing up the cleaning date would look a bit suspicious to my employees. I don't want to draw attention to our activities."
"Got it. No worries! We'll be all the more excited for the following month." Chris really did always look on the bright side of things.
Well, now or never, I thought. "There's one other option," I offered.
Laura and Chris looked at each other and then back at me. I went on.
"Bre, my friend who is visiting, has a sex drive as high or higher than ours. She's an absolute blast in bed. And I trust her fully."
I looked at my friends. They were clearly catching onto what I was saying, but I couldn't read their thoughts on it yet. I pressed on.
"What if we brought her in on our Maggie's night? I know y'all don't know but I promise she's fun, hot, discrete, and like I said, a great time in the sack. Here's a pic of her to prove the hot part." I slid over my phone to share an old photo of the two of us at a football game nearly 5 years ago.
They looked at the photo and back at each other. Laura's eyes betrayed her feelings first, followed by her smile. "Fuck yea! Another hot lesbian to play with us? I'm down if you are babe."
Chris thought for a moment. "Is she bi too, like you are?"
I shook my head. "She's ladies only. I've never seen her with a guy and 99.9% sure she's never been with a guy. Which is funny, because she absolutely loves fake dick. But no interest in the real thing. She even avoids dildos that look or feel too real."
"However," I went on, "she has very specific fantasies. Which, honestly, aren't for everyone, and has made it hard for her to find the right partner despite the fact that she's hot and smart and fun and awesome."
"Ah, ok." Chris looked a bit apprehensive. "And what are they?"
I gulped. "She's really into non-consent fantasies. She likes to be taken by surprise, dominated, forced into sex. And she likes it rough. You know how I said I'm not into pain play? She is. She used to have me paddle her while I fucked her ass. She even had a St Andrew's Cross in her apartment when she lived here. Honestly, it was a bit too much for a lot of people. I enjoyed it in small doses, but I could never be with her long term and that was part of the reason why."
I paused, letting this new information sink in for my new friends. Laura looked thoughtful while Chris looked apprehensive.
"We're not really into that," Chris admitted first. "You know I'm all for light bondage and restraints but I can't see myself intentionally inflicting pain on someone in the name of pleasure. Plus, how would I fit in if she isn't into guys?"
"Would her non-consent fantasy trump her disinterest in men?" Laura asked. "Asking it in a blunt way, would she be ok with a guy having his way with her in a rape fantasy?"
"No," I admitted, "but I have a solution for that. Hear me out. And if you both aren't into it, then we all walk away and just cancel next month, regroup after. No hard feelings from anyone. But I do have one idea."
I walked them through my plan. Chris asked a few pointed questions and poked holes in some parts, but by the end, the two of them were nodding and Laura was grinning.
"Well?" I asked, "would you be up for that?"
"Hell yea!" Laura was clearly the more aggressive of the two.
Chris, ever the gentleman, was still unsure. "It's weird to participate in a full non-consent scenario like this, and please don't ask me to whip her or anything like that, but if you two are sure, then count me in."
"I promise this is something she wants," I reassured him, "and of course you don't need to do anything you aren't comfortable with!"
"Alright," he consented with a hesitant smile, "let's do it."
"You'll get into it babe!" Laura was already into it. She clearly had a hidden dominatrix inside of her just waiting to break out. "It'll be fun! And Bre will love it."
"I'm confident she will too," I agreed. "So, here's what we need for that night." I laid out our supply needs while they listened, and we planned out a night Bre would never forget.
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Three weeks and a few days later, I was waiting outside a hotel in the city for my friend and former occasional partner. I had my adoptive brother covering the afternoon shift for me, and he was going to close up for the evening and let me know when he left. So I waited, excited to see Bre for the first time in over four years.
I spied a petite yet busty redhead out of the corner of my eye and gave her a second glance. Sleeve of tattoos, hair dyed bright red, nose ring, that was Bre!
I waved at her and caught her eye. Her face lit up as she saw me.
"Jac! You sexy bitch, so good to see you!" Bre wrapped me in a joyous hug as she beamed with excitement. "You look amazing! How do you find time to workout and stay so hot despite being such a crazy workaholic?"
I laughed at Bre's unsurprisingly direct greeting. "Hi to you too! You look fantastic! Love the red."
"Thanks! I've been rocking it for the past few months. Still fits my vibe but slightly more professional than some of my past colors, which matters since my last promotion." She beamed with pride. "I've been promoted to director!"
"Congrats!!" I knew Bre deserved it, she was smart as hell and great at leading people.
We chatted about her new role while we walked to our dinner reservation and how her trip had gone. Soon, the topic shifted to the diner.
"So Maggie's is still humming along?" Bre asked. "You look good so you must not be working yourself to death!"
I laughed. "I promise I'm not working myself to death! The diner is doing great, churning out better profits than ever! I think I told you we had a great article written about us in a local paper and a bunch of food blogs and instagram influencers have been promoting us lately."
I paused as if in thought. Time to put my plan into action.
"Actually," I wondered aloud, "would you want to stop by the diner for dessert or milkshakes tonight? Say, before going back to my place for the evening?" I dropped to a slightly more sultry voice for the last line to ensure she didn't miss my meaning.
Bre licked her lips with a wicked grin. "Dessert before my dessert? You know I'm a glutton for the sweet things in life. Plus it'll be great to see the diner again!"
I smiled. "It's settled then! Let's get some dinner."
We enjoyed a fantastic dinner at one of Bre's favorite restaurants from before she left, and spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out in the park. We threw frisbee and chatted about old times and her life out west, but the sexual tension lingered over us as we waited for the sun to go down. I knew Bre was aching to head over to the diner for dessert to commence our evening. Meanwhile, I waited for the text from my brother letting me know he was closing for the night and leaving. That would kickstart the plan.
Finally, as the last rays of sun faded into the night, my phone buzzed and I got the confirmation I'd been waiting for. I quickly shot off a text to Laura and turned back to Bre.
"Alright," I announced, "time for dessert. Are you still good for stopping by the diner?"
She hesitated. "Do we have to? I'd rather just take you back to my place now..." She followed her comment up with a puppy-eyed gaze that would have sunk me if I wasn't so committed to our plan.
"Please! It will be worth it, I promise. We've got a new surprise dessert you'll love! Added it to the menu just for you."
Bre chuckled. "You would do that! Ok fine, we can delay our rendezvous a bit longer and do dessert at the diner. But then you owe me one later!" She winked to emphasize her meaning.
We hopped in my truck and headed to the diner, chatting casually while I went through my script repeatedly in my head. I needed to play it perfectly in order for Bre to buy the scenario until the moment Chris and Laura could jump in. My reaction would be everything. Hopefully I still had my acting skills, despite my last role being Pepper in Ms. Friedman's third grade production of Annie.
We took the exit off the highway and onto the diner's street and I took a deep breath. This was it. As we approached the turn into the diner parking lot and the closed sign stood out, I launched into my role.
"That's weird," I furrowed my brow as I commented, "our closed sign is lit up. Not sure why. I'll have to get on my brother for that."
"Someone probably hit the wrong switch or something," Bre offered as we turned in.
"Maybe," I said. Then I looked closer. "No, something is definitely not right. Only one car out front, and I don't recognize whose it is. And the signs are saying "Closed" but the lights are on inside." I intentionally let a hint of panic into my voice to sell my concern.
Bre seemed to buy it. "Could your brother be closing up for some reason? Is that his car?"
"Definitely not his old Hyundai." I confirmed. I pulled in next to the only car in the darkened lot, which I knew to be Chris's. I also knew Chris and Laura were crouched, dressed all in black on the other side of their car, waiting for my signal.
I looked at Bre, pretending like I was composing myself. She looked unsure, but not quite as scared as I had hoped. Maybe all the crime on the west coast had changed her.
"Ok, we can handle this," I said, intentionally failing to keep my voice steady. "In a second, I'm going to open my door and walk around to your side of the car. I'll open up your door, and you follow to the front door of the diner and then inside. Before I do that, please hand me my pistol in your glove compartment."
This shook Bre up a bit. "Your gun?? What are you worried about?"
"I'm worried we're getting robbed, and the people doing it could be dangerous," I said neutrally. "So I want to be ready. Please hand me the gun."
Bre gulped, opened the glove compartment and handed me the pistol. She didn't know it, but I had emptied the chamber and magazine before leaving the house to ensure safety in my little plan.
I stepped out of the car and quietly walked around it to her side. The parking lot was extremely dark, as I had hoped. The diner lights were on inside, as I had requested my brother leave them for the sake of my charade. I peeked at the diner door, then opened up my truck door to let Bre out. She stepped gingerly out, looking pale.
"Ok," I said a hair too loudly, "stay closely behind me and follow me inside. Let's go get these assholes stealing my money."
That was the cue for Chris and Laura. As I slowly turned and started to walk towards the diner, Bre following me, I knew they were creeping around my truck. Suddenly, I heard Bre shriek. I turned around.
Two black clad figures, one clearly male and one female, had grabbed her and put a bag over her head. Based on Bre's now muffled shrieks, they had also managed to stuff a gag into her mouth. I grinned at them, then also shrieked once before faking being cut off like I was gagged. I gave a loud "MMMFFF!" before nodding to Laura to take over the dialogue.
I could see her grin behind the mask. "You two skanks think you're gonna interrupt our robbery! Well you've got another thing coming then. Let's drag them in, c'mon!"
Laura was intentionally talking in a more masculine voice than normal, but as I had envisioned it was pretty apparent that it was coming from a woman. Chris and I (in my raspiest voice) both gave a rousing "Fuck Yea!" as I quietly pulled out my keys and opened up the store. Chris and Laura dragged Bre in, gagged, blindfolded, and now bound at the wrists as well while she struggled and wiggled in their arms.
I switched places with Laura and grabbed Bre's arm so Laura could command from afar as the leader of our band of fake thieves. She was putting on an Oscar-winning performance in the role. Also, with her ski mask now off letting her long brown hair flow, and wearing the all black jumpsuit, I would let her steal me away any day.
She directed Chris and I, "tie them both down on the tables! And make it tight." Chris had the bondage rope in a backpack he was wearing, so he pushed the mumbling and writhing Bre down over the table while I went behind him and grabbed out the rope and assorted other supplies he had brought. While we were tying Bre to the table, face up and spread eagle but still fully clothed, Laura snuck out to their car and grabbed our remaining supplies.
I didn't know if Bre would be into messy play, so we weren't going to take her that route. Tonight would be all about torture and teasing. I looked at the supplies and nodded with pride. Clamps, crop, floggers, paddle, plenty of dildos and more. She was going to love it.
I leaned over her, still struggling while tied, gagged and blindfolded. Time to cue her in. I whispered in her ear, "you know our old safe word. Have fun, love."
Her writhing stopped as she realized what I had said. "Ohhhh fuck," I heard her murmur through the gag. With those two sentences I had taken it from an actually terrifying scenario directly to Bre's number one non-consent fantasy. I could envision her wetness seeping into her panties as she lay on the table in her bound state.
I looked to Chris and Laura to see if they were ready. To my delight, they looked fantastic. Laura had stripped down to only her bra, and was already sporting her trademark strapless strapon. Chris had followed my instructions to the letter and had shaved his pubic region, upper legs and lower abdomen completely, and had added a jet black cock sheath over his already meaty member. The cock sheath took him from a solid 6" to a massive 9", and would give Bre the impression it was another dildo being wielded by a woman. In case she did manage to touch his legs or groin, they'd be smooth as a woman's as well, though more muscular.
They both grinned at me, ready for action. In response, I stripped down to just my bra, grabbed my harness and slipped a medium-sized dildo through the loop to cinch it in.
I gestured to Laura to take the lead vocally. Not knowing who she was would be more of a turn on for Bre than hearing my voice. Since she was still gagged and blindfolded, this hot female voice could be anyone.
"Ok you filthy whore, get ready to get what you deserve!" Laura glowered down at Bre before picking up the leather paddle. Hot damn, Laura was really getting into it. She had come so far since our first session and really loved being more dominant now.
I reached into our pile of fun and grabbed a crop, and Chris, still the gentleman, grabbed a feather tickler.
"Get the scissors!" I rasped to him, and he sheepishly put the feather back and took the scissors instead. "Now cut her clothes off!"
He nodded, and Bre groaned as her anticipation built. In our planning, we all agreed Chris wasn't allowed to speak to maintain the plausibility of it being 3 women in the room.
Chris began snipping off Bre's clothing, first cutting down the seam of her jeans to free up her thighs, which Laura and I immediately began to caress and lightly smack with our paddle and crops respectively. He then went to work on her blouse, cutting it down the front and then over the shoulders, exposing Bre's delectable but still momentarily covered 32Es. I licked my lips in expectation and grinned at Laura, who smirked back with excitement.
Bre's bra came off next as Chris snipped it down the middle, releasing her tits for all three of us to see. Laura immediately grabbed our clamps and let them bite roughly into the flesh of her nipples, causing Bre to squeal through the gag. Meanwhile, I had shifted to Bre's lower legs, removing her shoes and socks and beginning to up the intensity of my cropping on the extra-sensitive soles of her feet.
Finally, Chris made it down to Bre's groin and cut off her panties, leaving her entirely uncovered on her front half. Bre's body looked delicious, her pale skin contrasting her arm and leg tattoos and her voluptuous breasts jutting out, tits already engorged from the sting of the nipple clamps. I couldn't wait to dive in.
Laura smacked Bre on the thigh to get her attention. "Arch your back, bitch!" Bre did as ordered and we slipped out her destroyed clothes from under her. Now she was totally naked and at our disposal to do as we pleased.
I grabbed a medium sized butt plug and lubed it up. I had no idea how frequently Bre had been taking it in the ass, so I didn't want to tear her up right at the start of our play. I began to work the plug inside of her, twisting it in inch by inch before seeing the satusfying slurp of her anal ring closing on the hilt. Bre moaned at the rectal invasion, and Laura smacked her again on the inner thigh with the paddle.
"New rule bitch!" Laura cackled. "No moaning! Every time you moan, you get a smack. Nod if you understand!" Bre nodded her head in return.
I nodded toward our pile of vibrators and Chris handed one to me. I gave it back to him and pointed at Bre's now dripping slit. He grinned, as providing the pleasure was more up his alley. He flipped it on and pressed the humming head against Bre's labia.
"Mmmmph!" came the muffled moan, and both Laura and I this time smacked Bre's thighs in return.
"What did I say! Follow the rules, whore!" Laura slapped Bre across the face to prove her point. "I'm starting to think you like this!"
I noticed that Bre was already gushing wet as Chris continued to hold the vibrating dildo against her sensitive spot. Meanwhile, I began to work the plug in and out of her ass, circling it and pushing it against the walls to help expand her ring and prepare it for the more intense assault to come.
Bre was already bucking against the straps as Laura decided to turn up the intensity. She and I silently traded our crop and paddle, and Laura began to crop Bre's extra sensitive tits with growing enthusiasm.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
The crop began to leave red marks around Bre's areolas as Laura targeted the edges of her already clamped and anguished nipples. Simultaneously, I was working Bre's rear passage with the plug, and Chris was now fingering her slit while the vibrator pressed against her clit.
It quickly became too much for Bre, who gave a muffled shriek and erupted with a shaking orgasm from all of the stimulation. I felt her spray and chuckled evilly, slipping the anal plug back in to the hilt and motioning for Chris and Laura to pause their respective assaults and step back.
We let Bre lay on the table and pant for a moment, still a quivering mess and unsure what was coming next. I whispered the next steps of my plan to Chris and Laura and they nodded.
"Untie her and stand her up!" Laura commanded to Chris and I. We did as we were instructed, helping Bre out of the straps and straightening up her naked form, marked up with red welts and still coming down from her massive orgasm. Once she was up, I lay down on my back on a tarp on the floor, with the strapon standing rigidly in the air awaiting its turn.
Bre looked dazed, prompting Laura to slap her sharply across the face. "Snap out of it, bitch! We aren't done with you yet. Set her up."
Chris and Laura led the still blindfolded and gagged Bre to straddle me standing over my waist. Then Chris grabbed her arms and tied her wrists together behind her back. Laura took this time to wink at me and then bent down to deepthroat my strapon, getting it at least a bit wet before plunging it into Bre's folds.
When Chris finished tying Bre up, Laura stood up, then smacked Bre's bare ass causing a muffled yelp.
"Ok slut, I'll make you a deal. You promise not to scream and follow my instructions to the letter, and I'll take off your gag. Nod if you agree." Bre quickly nodded, and Chris pulled out the gag.
"Thank you Mistress..." Bre began to say but quickly transitioned to another yelp as Laura spanked her again.
"Did I say to talk? Didn't think so!" She paused thoughtfully. "I do like being called 'Mistress' though, so keep that up. Now, my partner here is going to lower you down onto your next surprise. Follow their lead and you'll be fine. Ok?"
"Yes, Mistress!" Bre was shivering with anticipation, still naked and blindfolded, guessing what was coming next but having no control over what was about to happen to her. Undoubtedly, she was loving it.
Chris grabbed Bre's waist and helped lower her into a kneeling position, with her dripping pussy lined up directly over my strapon. I arched my back just enough to rub the tip against her folds, letting Bre know what was waiting for her when she sank down. She murmured with anticipation.
"Alright, whore, time to ride!" Laura gestured to Chris and he put his hands on Bre's shoulders and pushed her down onto my waiting cock. She moaned as she sank onto me, feeling my fake dick enter her and begin to fill her expectant pussy. I took that second to thrust up inside of her, loving the feeling of us sliding our bodies together, the strap on rubbing my clit while Bre rode the shaft.
Bre began to buck up and down on my dick, pistoning wildly while panting and moaning. Her tits flopped up and down, still clamped and red, prompting me to reach up and pinch them more, eliciting an agonized but excited squeal from Bre.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Chris coming up behind me to line his shaft up with Bre's mouth, and on the other side saw Laura was lubing up her strapon and about to get into position at Bre's rear. I leaned up and whispered in Bre's ear, "Get ready to get stuffed with fake cock, bitch. Lean forward." Bre moaned and leaned forward, opening up her rear passage for its upcoming assault from Laura's cock.
Above me, Chris knelt down and maneuvered his shaft until it was touching Bre's lips, already beginning to moan from Laura working the strapon slowly into her ass. I realized I was about to get a second opportunity to get in on the fun.
"Suck it bitch!" I called out from below, and Bre opened up her mouth and began to go to work on Chris's cock sheath. She sucked it like a possessed prostitute, milking that shaft as if life itself was going to flow from its non-existent piss slit, pausing only occasionally moan from the rectal assault happening behind her.
I tapped Chris on the thigh. "Hey Chrissy," I called out, not yet wanting to give away to Bre that it was a guy she was blowing, "lower your delicious ass down more, let me have a taste." This caused two female moans and one male moan to come from above me as Chris lowered his ass down to my mouth, then an audible cry as Laura fully penetrated Bre's anal passage with her cock. Clearly my desire to dive into Chris's delectable back button had caused his wife to slam her cock fully into our slutty slave. Fuckkkk this was all so hot!
Chris fully lowered onto my face, and I spread his cheeks with my hands and dug my tongue into his cleft, first circling his rosebud and then forcing my tip into his sphincter. At this point I couldn't see anything, but I could feel Bre riding me as she was stuffed in all three holes, could hear Laura panting as she pounded Bre's back passage, and could taste Chris's recently cleaned manhood as I tongued his chocolate starfish.
We were a bunch of sex-addicted perverts, and we loved it. I could feel Bre's cunt tightening around my cock, and knew her next orgasm was close. I wasn't far from cumming myself, as the nub on my strapon continued to rub against my clit. Laura was panting like crazy as she reamed Bre's ass. And Chris was thrusting every inch he could into Bre's throat, as the combination of the nubs within the cock sheath and my tonguing of his scrotum, taint, and asshole drove him wild.
It was a race to see who came first, and with pleasure coming from every hole, Bre won. She cried out around Chris's cock, gushing a torrent of juices onto me as the double penetration of her ass and pussy sent her way over the edge.
Her flood pushed me over the edge as well, and I thrust up into her with my strapon and cried out into Chris's ass as I came to my own shuddering orgasm. Despite the orgasm, I kept digging my tongue in, probing his back hole while he continued to fuck Bre's willing mouth. Chris was loving it, and it wasn't long until he erupted into the sheath, protecting Bre's mouth from the unwanted spunk but allowing it to drip down his sack to my waiting mouth where I licked it up greedily, savoring the salty flavor.
Chris, Bre and I were pretty spent, but Laura was the last of the group still to cum. She plowed away at Bre's ass as Bre moaned feebly, her pussy still mounted on my strapon. I could hear that Laura had turned on the vibrator on her end of the strapless strapon, so I knew she must be close.
Laura called out, "Chrissy! Come over here, give me that big cock of yours." Her husband obliged, bringing his still sheathed dick for his wife to suck on, but she yanked off the sheath with relish and began to lap up any remaining spunk off his softening cock. Adding the excitement of cleaning her husband's spent cock to the thrill of pounding hot ass and getting her g-spot buzzed by the strapon bulb quickly sent her over the edge as well. She plowed into Bre one last time and groaned, releasing her own juices all over my waist and legs.
The four of us collapsed into a heap of sweat, juice and sexhausted bodies. We were spent. Bre was still quietly moaning from the pounding she had taken, with her hands still tied behind her back, nipples clamped and tits and ass beat red from flogging. Yet I knew how much she enjoyed every second.
I noticed that Laura once again snowballed some of Chris's spunk back into his mouth as they kissed. This was clearly becoming a trend, and I tucked that mental note away for later.
Bre groaned once more and finally spoke up. "Ok that was incredible, but can you please at least untie my hands now? My shoulders are so sore."
We all looked at her beet red body. "After all that, your biggest complaint is that your shoulders are sore?" Laura succinctly expressed all of our surprise at Bre's complaint. But she nodded in return.
"They've been locked in this position for so long! You can spank me and flog me and fuck me all night if you want, that I can take. But please release my poor shoulders."
Chris laughed and began to untie Bre's wrists. When she finally got loose, Bre raised herself off of our dual strapons with a squelch and stood up.
"Before I take my blindfold off I'm calling it - one of you is a guy," Bre announced with vigor. "Or maybe a trans woman. But someone smells like a guy and has big man hands. Nice touch still using a fake dick though. I have no complaints." She raised her blindfold, saw Chris, and grinned. "Boom! Got you."
We all chuckled sheepishly. "I told you to put on perfume," came Laura's accusatory words. "I told you women's deodorant wasn't enough."
Chris shrugged. "You still had fun, right Bre? No hard feelings that I was part of this?"
Bre laughed heartily. "Hell yea I had fun. Best sex I've had in a long time. And Jac, nice touch with the gun, you really had me going until you whispered to me. I thought our lives were actually at stake. I was too scared to even get wet. But then once it turned to the good part, I came like a faucet. Y'all are crazy, but you can tie me up and fuck me silly any day! Can't wait until my next visit."
We all grinned. "Come back any time!"
- In Maggie's Chapter 5, Bre, an old friend with benefits, expresses her desire for a meeting during her upcoming work trip, posing a potential conflict with their regular Maggie's night.
- Discussing the upcoming visit with Chris and Laura, Jac reveals that Bre has a specific kink for non-consent fantasies and rough play, introducing a new element to their Maggie's sessions.
- Bre's kinks raise concern for Chris, who expresses hesitance about intentionally inflicting pain in the name of pleasure and incorporating a male presence in her non-consent fantasy.
- Realizing the unique dynamics and challenges, Jac suggests considering Bre as a potential third person for their Maggie's night, highlighting her fun, dominating qualities in sex and discretion outside of their regular activities.