Part 2: A Setting for Three
Kate and Steve had a casual dinner in a tranquil cafe overlooking the sea. The only other patrons were an elderly couple engaged in a vibrant discussion. As they ate their bacon sandwiches and drank coffee, Kate interrupted Steve's attempt to reminisce about their bedroom exploits with a brisk hand motion. Alice came to Steve's rescue, averting potential awkwardness by talking about her and her girlfriend's joint business. She also inquired about his job, eliciting smiles from Steve's realization that he was still holding on to his previous anonymity.
Once Kate had downed her coffee, she abruptly announced that she was going to run some errands, leaving Alice and Steve to stroll beside the shore. They took shelter behind a wall from the biting wind that assailed the barren beach.
"Is Kate alright?" Steve questioned. "She didn't seem particularly happy in the cafe." He was concerned over the possibility of Kate simply wanting Steve out after they'd had their fun.
"She's fine," Alice reassured. "You'll get used to her mood swings. She does care for you, believe it or not." Robust amusement accompanied Alice's words. "You passed the table test, impressing her. She considers you a good sport."
Steve blinked. He found this explanation believable. "I haven't been able to believe how quickly I gave in to that situation. I'm genuinely bewildered by my own actions."
"It's okay," Alice soothed, comprehending his astonishment. "You'll get used to her mood swings. She enjoys you quite a lot."
As they admired the grey waves that met the shore, a couple strolled along the sands, accompanied by a yippy terrier attempting to capture a lone seagull. Alice grasped Steve's hand, pulling him close. They spoke barely a word for a few minutes, always keeping one eye on the ocean.
"Did you enjoy it?" Alice probed. "Being naked in front of us. Being vulnerable and helpless."
"Yes. It was exhilarating. I wasn't prepared for her domineering attitude at first, but I valued every moment of it."
Alice giggled, which drew the attention of a passing dog walker. "Well, you've discovered our love for exploration. If you want more, we'd be happy to oblige."
A blush crept across Steve's cheeks. He'd adopted a bold, perpetually confident persona for this rendezvous with a longtime crush. However, he found that Alice liked him regardless of his failings.
"I've got one condition," he admitted. "I need to guarantee that there are no photos or videos made of me. I don't want any filth rubbed on me, and under no circumstances do I ever want a cock anywhere near me."
Alice nodded, allowing her eyes to drift toward the horizon. It was evident that she couldn't fight back her amusement. Without effort, Steve's fingers found their way into Alice's hair, brushing it aside. Alice responded by turning to smile warmly at him, kissing his fingertips.
"I'll take that under advisement," she vowed. "Could you tell me about these conditions? It's completely okay."
Taking a deep breath, Steve revealed, "It's about the photos and videos, the shitting, and the cocks. No shitting, please. I'd also like you to refrain from placing me in any more degrading situations."
"Understood, no shitting, no recordings, and no cocks," she agreed, her eyes returning to the sea. Moments later, she whispered, "I've got good news. You can knock dick away, and I'll make sure Kate respects our boundaries. Would you like me to indulge in more of the pain?"
Steve gulped, averting his gaze from the crashing waves. "Perhaps, but don't let Kate kick me in the balls. I trust you, but she's..." Steve struggled for words. "Dangerous."
Alice chuckled, a sound that would have registered as hardy laughter if it hadn't come from her petite frame. "Absolutely. We'll prove to you that letting go with Kate won't lead you to regret, assuming you liked getting fucked by her."
"Hell yeah," Steve laughed. "She's breathtaking." Alice teased, "She's known for possessing a deadly blowjob, I'll have you know. You're not her only one."
Steve glanced down to wonder whether his undeveloped plans for a classy affair with his crush would come to fruition. As the waves continued to crash, he realized that he felt extraordinary pleasure from his encounter with the women, from their loving smiles to his own erection. He couldn't help but associate it all with the pain and dominance he experienced.
"You're attracted to them?" the terrier lunged toward the seagull.
"I'll need to believe you on that," she sighed. "When we first started dating, she was terrible at giving oral sex. So was I. I felt terrible, thinking I'd be great at it."
"It's more difficult than it seems," he laughed. "It always gave me a sore throat. I'm hoping Kate doesn't expect me to perform either."
"I'll handle the face-sitting," she said, putting her arms around his waist and pressing her body against him. "By the way, we've passed the awkward conversation about aftercare. Unless there's anything else you'd like to bring up?"
Steve thought about it for a moment, enjoying how his erection pressed against her. It felt like two sweethearts cuddling on an empty beach. It was simple to let Alice take the lead, even if some of the surprises had knocked him off balance. He didn't want to ruin things by imposing too many restrictions or expressing complaints.
"I'm curious about what happens next," he asked. "Where will I be staying tonight?"
"You'll share a bed with two naked girls in a bed barely big enough for two. Unless you'd rather have me arrange a hotel for you."
"I'll stick with the bed," he chuckled. "I can't guarantee proper behavior, though."
Alice pulled his head down and kissed him softly on the lips. "Poor behavior is welcomed in my bedroom. You'll be expected to treat both of us like slutty idiots."
"Geez," he exhaled, "no pressure..."
She chuckled once more. "You needn't worry. Just relax and have a good time. Follow Kate's instructions if you're unsure. She's in charge for the duration of your time here."
"You're making sure Kate's needs are met, right?" he inquired. "I know you can become testy when you're feeling frustrated."
"Good orgies can't just happen spontaneously. They require coordination. Kate will guide you, so just focus on having fun."
"So she truly likes me?"
"Yes, you've demonstrated that you're enjoyable, not a stick in the mud, and not afraid to follow orders. Kate appreciates that."
A cold drizzle hit Steve's face, causing him to blink. He glanced up to see clouds rolling in across the sky. He hadn't even noticed the weather changing. "We should take refuge inside."
"One more minute," Alice replied, stroking his face. "I adore the rain. One time, I'd run naked on this beach at night. I could even recall the high waves that strike the pier during storms."
Steve's stomach jumped, gazing at the delight on her face. Adventurous, bossy little Alice. He resisted the urge to kiss her. He wasn't here for relationships; simply a weird sex adventure. "You're quite mad, aren't you?"
"I have a low tolerance for boredom," she chuckled. "I'm perfectly average in every other aspect, though." She looked vehemently shy for a second before making a decision. "Briefly, there's something else about the pee incident...while Kate was in the shower, she..."
"Oh God no," he moaned, covering his eyes in disgust. "I'm sorry for my hesitation during the incident..."
Kate had requested both him and Alice to urinate in her mouth under the threat of blackmail. All a part of Alice's requirement to relieve her suppressed restraint. "Displaying your worth convinces women to submit." Kate had shared. Instead of carrying out her request, Steve had stood there with his dick in hand, struggling to decide if she really wanted it after her previous insistence. It felt like trying to pee in a row of men's urinals.
"It's fine," she sighed, "I wasn't sure how far to go either. You're a gentleman, and you yearned for to do things right."
The rain poured harder, soaking both of them. "It's about time we find shelter," she whispered, "let's remove our wet clothes."
"Looking forward to it," said Steve. "I have only one additional question, concerning the pee event."
"What is it?"
"Did you want me to do it?"
Without hesitation, he replied, "Yes. I wanted to do it almost as much as I desired to have sex with you."
Her eyes widened, standing out against her pale complexion. "Let's go inside before we become soaked," she whispered. "I'd like to get out of these wet clothes."
They raced back to the house as heavy rain drenched them entirely. Gasping for breath, they burst through the door, laughing, only for Alice to stun him by flinging her arms around him and crushing her lips to his. As if that weren't enough, she peeled her coat off and then her dress, standing there naked save for her boots. "Give me your clothes," she ordered.
Her flat was part of a six-unit building in an old chapel. The corridor they disrobed in was not personal space. "Trust exercise," she chuckled mischievously. "You're going to scout ahead to make sure we don't get caught."
Steve complied, leading the way up the stairs, his heart racing. Alice followed, eyes shining bright with anticipation, shivering with the cold. She made him fumble for the keys in her coat pocket, then kissed him deeply before letting him escort her to the relative safety of their dwelling.
"Foolish chap," he teased.
"I have more surprises," Alice smirked, letting him see the backlight through her naked body as she removed her boots and socks, getting ready to climb onto the table. "Take off your clothes," she instructed as she reclined in front of him.
"Give me a reason, Alice," he suggested.
She swiveled her bottom enticingly, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples, then lowered herself onto his lap, reaching for his zipper. "Stroke me," she asked.
He took his time, pushing down her pants and caressing her expensive pussy. Alice moaned loudly as his fingers teased her opening. "Say it, Steve," she begged. "Treat me like a worthless little whore."
"Here we go again!" he exclaimed. "Let's keep the games going."
With his lap now slow and methodical, Alice splayed her thighs and jerked him off while stroking her wetness. He knew she wanted something specific but only trusted him to do it when she was in control. He tried to recall their conversations, but keywords were vague. "Please me, Alice," he pleaded.
"I'll let you know when," she seductively responded. She straddled his legs, keeping his throbbing belt between her thighs.
"What don't I know?" he inquired.
"I need someone to dominate me," she admitted. "You're handy, you're here, make it worth my while."
Steve began to unbutton his suit jacket, pleased to find she wanted him to dominate her in any way possible. He couldn't help but remember their online talks, knowing she fantasized about having someone else in control, only to be denied. "Give me what you want, Alice," he credited.
With his back to her, she climbed off him and aligned her pussy against his throbbing shaft. "I want you to tear me apart," she whispered.
Then, positioning herself on all fours, Alice spread her thighs and invited him, "Please me and I'll show you what I mean."
Thrusting hard, Steve pounded into her from behind. "Higher," she screamed. "Harder!"
Knowing he was close, he changed his speed, varying it until he grunted in satisfaction. Alice leaned forward into the table, wrapping her legs around his waist, demanding more. "Now. I need it now. Harder."
He complied, pounding her beyond the brink, her shrieks pealing to the ceiling. In sheer delight, he rested a few moments, then withdrew with a heavy sigh.
"Darling, that's what you wanted," he breathed.
Alice blushed deeply. "Yeah, but..." she began. "I wanted someone to enjoy it. In my mind, you did."
"Now you know," he smiled. "You can have that anytime."
Her smile faded. "I couldn't expect you to do it, not at least without permission from Kate."
"I was wondering if Kate was okay with this," he admitted, feeling terrible now.
"I sent her on an errand so we could speak privately." Alice's face turned serious. "In front of her, it's hard for me to open up."
"You don't have to," he said.
"I like having someone else in command. Today, you filled that spot."
Steve was confused. "Alice, you never have to ask."
"I've always trusted Kaz," she sighed. "I needed to feel that today."
"We'll have fun together soon," he said, relieved to have sorted out the situation.
Ah, it's going well. Steve yanked her legs apart, keeping a hold on her ankles, making her tilt backward when he suddenly stood up. She emitted a surprised grunt, which brought a smirk to his face. He was on the right path. Time for more. "You're more attractive lying down," he said. But that's not true; she appeared like a silly little whore.
Her buzzy moan was everything he needed. He extended her legs farther apart, then froze, bending down and spitting on her belly. She twitched and he spat again, this time between her breasts. "Spread that little pussy wide open for me." Alice complied eagerly, spreading her vagina with her fingers, eagerly watching him with jittery thrill. He took his sweet time hacking up a viscid mucus, before spitting it straight onto her pussy.
"Fuck, yes...," she murmured. Her moan evolved into an anguished shriek as he whacked his hand hard between her legs.
"Keep your legs open," he commanded. "Wider, you stupid twat."
She rushed to follow his instructions, seizing her own thighs and spreading her bent legs as far as possible. Her flexibility was astounding and he remembered that she used to be a yoga fanatic. That reminded him that she also coveted degrading postures. He smirked and whacked his hand down again, relishing the intense moan that echoed from her crushed lips. Her face was hot, her expression both tormented and euphoric.
He tugged on his erect member, pushing it against her gaping vagina, hearing her breathing get quicker as he rubbed it on her sex. "Alone in your apartment with a stranger," he said with a tinge of disapproval. "Begging to be mistreated. You stupid, reckless little slut." Steve resisted his desire to enter her. He needed her to crave it.
"I used to think you were smart, but see what you've done. You've got a fine small business, a wonderful girlfriend, a fine existence, and you're chasing after me to destroy it all. You pathetic, trashy little whore."
Alice's moan echoed more bliss than displeasure, easing his concern over having pushed too hard. Steve grabbed her ankles, shoving his weight on her until her feet were practically touching her ears. She starred up at him with lustful, frightened eyes, definitely gasping for air. He savored her expression, then spat on her face.
"Oh my G-d," she groaned. "More...please."
Steve smirked, splashing spit in her left eye. He sternly instructed her not to wipe it, furthering her agitated squint. Then he sprayed spit into the other eye. He left her there, strutting to the bedroom and examining his surroundings until he unearthed a leather belt. Scattered over the bedside table was a dildo, with a suction cup titled at the base. It looked to measure about eight inches long and insanely thick. Clearly, neither Alice or Kate was lacking in ambition.
Alice was immobile, still face down with her ass pointed aloft on the table when Steve returned. She embraced him with a lustful, frightened glance from beneath a tangle of her hair when he showed himself, causing him to pause. The temptation to sink straight into her was powerful, but he remembered what Kate had said about her while they cuddled: "Behaving like the adorable little doll. You think she's usually like this? She's desperate to be humiliated, but she doesn't want us to know she truly is a piece of trash." Alice was acting the obedient pet now, patiently waiting for her master's punishment. "She gets to be a total slut and doesn't have to accept any responsibility."
Time for him to confiscate her dream world.
Steve swiftly strolled over to Alice, tugging her head upward by her hair, then pressed the dildo deep into her mouth with force, making her gag. "Hold onto it." He circled to her left, crashing the belt across her back, causing her to twitch and groan around the dildo. "Do you drop that, I'll put it up your ass without any lube." He continued his circuit, unleashing the belt on one buttock then the other. Alice clearly couldn't endure his pain tolerance, screaming but still nailing the dildo between her teeth.
He extended his arm behind his shoulder, unloading the belt onto her plump bottom a trio of times, forcing her to moan with discomfort. Then he quietened his steps, heading to the kitchenette, filling a large container with cold water. Out of curiosity, he browsed through the fridge and ran down the cupboards, grinning when he found what he was anticipating. Water in one hand and cardboard carton in the other, he made his way back to the table, positioning them beside his girl.
"Are you my obedient little puppy?" he inquired innocently.
"Yes," Alice muttered through the dildo.
"Are you my obedient little bitch?"
She mumbled another assent, her face still concealed behind bangs.
Steve opened the package, taking out an egg and cracking it on the table's edge, then slamming it onto her head. Alice made a puzzled, and possibly furious, sound as he tossed the eggshell onto the floor. "No, you're not Alice." He cracked another egg and put it on her head again, watching the whites and yolks seep into her hair. "You're a mature woman in her mid-thirties, allowing your online fuck-buddy to smash eggs into your hair."
He snapped the next egg and spread the contents down her back. Alice's breaths were deep enough to make her ribs bulge, the dildo wobbling unsteadily in her mouth. "You own a clothing store with actual customers, that you're ignoring, you have a girlfriend you're cheating on..." He cracked another egg and smeared the cold slime between the crevice of her ass, observing it flow down the crack in a viscous river. "You have parents who, for some reason, are very proud of you, although they definitely wouldn't be if they could see you now."
The next egg was poured into her wide-open asshole, causing her to shudder violently. The sound of a key turning in the lock made them both freeze in terror. Kate marched into the flat, holding many shopping bags. She stopped dead as she caught sight of the naked guy holding a water jug, her gaze momentarily shifting towards his erection, before focusing on Alice crouched ass-up on the table. The dildo fell from Alice's mouth with a loud thud as she smiled sheepishly, "Hello Kate!"
Kate dropped her shopping bags on the floor, scowling at both of them. She shook her head, lips tightly shut as she regarded Alice with disdain. "Jesus Christ, I could easily find someone better." Her gaze moved to the cardboard carton. "Did you truly squander all the fucking eggs?"
Kate swept past Steve, striking his erection as she passed. "You," she pointed at him as he winced, "put the shopping away and get me a beer from the fridge."
She grabbed Alice by her hair and hauled her up into a kneeling position, slapping her girlfriend's face hard enough that Steve winced. "You're a pure idiot. Get off that table and clean up all this mess."
Alice hurried off the table, and Steve made a quick decision to get the beer first, giving it to Kate with an understanding smile.
"You two enjoyed yourselves?" she asked, her face unclear.
Steve nodded, preparing to dodge should the need arise.
"Good boy," Kate winked. She leaned in to kiss him on the lips, playfully pinching his cock, before slumping on the sofa. "Put away those things, then grab yourself a beer and come here. I want to watch TV and snuggle up."