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Rented Out Ch. 01

By: voluptuary_manque



"Mmmm, that was fun." Marilyn laid her head on Mark's chest. He'd been sweet and tender, as usual. She'd climaxed, as usual. Now they lay, fully content, in the afterglow—or were they? She wasn't sure she was. The problem was how to broach the subject. Men were so confusing.

He stroked her cheek, then her hair and kissed her forehead.

"Mark?"

"Mmm?"

"Have you ever wanted to do something different, something we've never done before?"

Her husband chuckled in response. "That might be hard. I don't know what you've never done before."

He had a point. Though they'd known each other as children her family had moved across town when she reached her teens. After that, she went away to college and came back to take a job in city hall. Mark was forgotten until the day she returned from lunch to find him working outside the main door clad in shorts, boots, tool-belt and hard hat. From the look of his physique, stonemasonry agreed with him. Excited greetings had led to lunch, dates and marriage. However, her growing up years hadn't ever come up for discussion. Neither had his.

"I do recall you telling me you'd fantasized about being an expensive call girl. Want me to rent a hotel room and pay you for your services?"

"Maybe, but I don't think that's what I mean."

Besides, she thought, those weren't all fantasies! I did it for real back at school. Where does he think I learned how to give those blow jobs he loves so much?

"Well, if you come up with something, let me know. Good night, Mrs. Sylvester."

"Good night, Mr. Sylvester."

The following week was so busy Marilyn forgot all about the conversation. Thus she was surprised on Friday when the mayor told her to take the afternoon off.

"You've really turned out the paperwork this week, Marilyn. Unfortunately the city budget won't allow for paying you overtime so take comp hours instead."

"Really? I don't mind the extra hours, Shirley, really I don't, but if you're serious . . .?"

"I'm serious. Shoo, girl!"

When she arrived home, Marilyn found a note pinned to the front door. 

GO TAKE A NAP! I'M SERIOUS, YOU'LL NEED IT—Mark. 

That was a surprise. Giving commands was not his usual style though she sometimes wished it was. But since he was being emphatic she decided to play along. She curled up under the bed spread and drifted off. 

Waking up after a couple of hours she wandered out of the bedroom to meet her husband standing in front of the bathroom door. He held out a disposable enema and pointed inside.

"Here, use this and then go shower. You need to be clean inside and out."

"Mark, what in hell . . ."

He put the squeeze bottle into her hand, turned her towards the doorway and gave her butt a push that was half a goose. "I said, go!" The door slammed behind her.

What's the matter with him? He knows I don't take it in the ass. Hmmm—but that is something we've never done before. I hope it doesn't hurt too much . . .

Deciding after the shower that just being clean was insufficient, Marilyn covered herself in moisturizers, slid bare feet back into her high heels and went out naked. Mark met her with a big smile on his face and an atomizer in his hand.

"Here, whole body perfume, carnation—put it on."

"You want me to smell like carnations? Hot." She spun through the cloud. "And now?"

To her puzzlement, he helped her into a black silk dressing gown. "Now, we're going for a ride. Follow directions exactly and ask no questions. I repeat no questions."

He brought out a small squeeze bottle and pointed it up each nostril with the command "Sniff!" Then he handed her a dramatically large pair of dark glasses and with a hand on her elbow, guided her out to the car.

I must look like a movie star trying to go incognito. Whatever is Mr. Vanilla Straight Guy playing at? And what did he have in that sprayer? Ooo, I'm getting horny, really horny! She squirmed in her seat as the heat spread down her thighs and up her belly. It made her reach for his crotch and give it a stroke.

"I've never given you a blowjob while you drove. Want one?"

"Yes, but not tonight. No questions, remember?"

Twenty minutes on surface streets brought them to a part of town new to her. The homes were big, old and expensive with huge, gnarled trees in front that turned the avenue into a dim tunnel. Mark turned up a semi-circular driveway running between hedges hiding the front of the house and stopped at the foot of the porch.

"Now, get out and go inside. And no questions."

As she climbed the polished marble steps she heard him drive away. Would he come back? What was going on? Before she could reach for the knocker, the door opened to reveal a butler in formal attire.

"Ah," he exclaimed with a smile, "you're just in time. The other three have already arrived." 

He led her down the entry hall to a door and bowed her through. She had just enough time to see the three other young women, all naked, before an older couple stepped up to her. 

"My dear," exclaimed the woman "you're right on time. Let me take your wrap."

As the silk slipped from her arms, Marilyn felt the man step behind her and cup both breasts in strong, warm hands. "Lovely" he murmured. "You come highly recommended. If your performance matches your beauty we will consider you quite a bargain, despite the price your husband demanded"

Lewd hands flowed down her trembling body, coming to rest beneath the curve of her belly. The heat there jumped to fever pitch and Marilyn sagged at the knees with a moan. She heard the crack of a riding crop slapping a trouser seat.

"Roland, you know better than to try and sneak a taste before dinner! Hands off the entertainment, my dear, until everyone has a chance."

The older woman took Marilyn's hand and led her to the others. The women smiled and nodded at her the way one craftsman will to another. They did not look the least bit nervous or surprised though the reason for that might have been in an ornate water pipe they shared. The tallest of the trio, a spectacularly built African-American, gave Marilyn a wink.

The older woman, "Just call me Fiona, dear" reached into a velvet satchel by the polished walnut double doors and took out four thick blindfolds. "Eyes covered, darlings, no peeking allowed. The only faces you get to see tonight are Roland's and mine since we're no one of importance, unlike many of the rest of the guests." 

The weakness in her thighs left Marilyn barely able to stand and she made no resistance when the heavy cloth blotted out the world around her. She heard a puffing and a gurgling. The pungent scent of sinsemilla floated on the air. Warm, smooth glass pressed against her lips.

"Now, take a big breath and hold it. No coughing, hear?" Roland commanded.

The smoke was strong! Marilyn held it in as long as she could before exhaling and now the fire in her loins blended with a feeling of happy surrender. Unconsciously she thrust her hips forward and spread her thighs. Whoever might be out there, she was ready.

Sighs and murmurs from the other girls told that they too were prepared for their performance, whatever that might be. Then there came a click as the doors opened and Marilyn's ears were filled with the susurrus of quiet conversation and the clink of glasses as she and the others were escorted into what might once have been a ballroom.

"My friends and playmates," Roland announced, "let us have a warm round of applause for our entertainment this night. Let me introduce to you Sasha, Olga, Tanya and Marilyn."

The clapping was loud and prolonged. With her sight cut off, Marilyn's hearing picked up comments. 

"Oh gorgeous!"

"This will be a long night."

"Will you look at the hooters on the Afro girl? I swear they're natural and they don't sag a bit."

"Oh, good. It's Tanya and the twins again, but who's the new girl?"

The most telling, though, was "My goodness, Mark. Is that Marilyn? I knew you had a fine eye for the ladies, darling, but she really is exquisite. Now make sure you break her in right for us, hmm?"

Mark? He was here? And he intended to share her with the entire crowd? She knew she should scream but a strange glow of pride overcame her embarrassment. She arched her back and thrust her breasts forward. If they wanted performance to match her looks, they were going to get it. She shimmied to make sure no one missed her 'girls' and ground her hips in invitation.

High heels clicked up next to her.

"Now my dear, I think we will display you suspended for a while so that everyone can get to know you better. Put your hands behind your back, arms straight. That's perfect. How hold still."

Slick rope encircled her wrists and climbed her arms to force her shoulder blades together. Her breasts pushed out even further. Then the rope went around her chest and then bound each breast in turn, squeezing them and forcing the nipples straight up. Marilyn began to pant. This was a new sensation, exhilarating but at the same time embarrassing and uncomfortable. Another pair of hands pulled her long hair tight and then braided it in a single tail down her back. A tug pointed her face to the ceiling and her braid became part of her bonds. More rope wound round her hips and then down each leg to the knee. There was movement behind her and then suddenly the warm familiar scent of a man in front of her.

"Baby, you're gorgeous," Mark growled, "and just to make sure you're really into this . . ."

Large fingers pressed down on her mons and slipped between her swollen labia. The finger curled and stroked up and down on the spongy flesh inside. Marilyn felt a little scream building up inside.

"You're wetter than I've ever felt you, girl. You really dig this, don't you?"

She nodded helplessly.

"I'm glad. Tonight you're going to earn us a lot of money while you have fun. And think how much fun the rest of us will have with you." His thumb vibrated against her clit. Just as she was about to cum, he stepped back and a hand from behind pushed her forward. Suddenly her feet left the ground and she was hanging face forward in the air. Gravity increased the pressure on her bonds and squeezed her more tightly. It was too much. With a shriek Marilyn came, crying and shouting. The crowd cheered.

Hanging panting in her ropes, she was quickly surrounded by the party. Hot, wet lips kissed her mouth and tongues explored inside. She whimpered in delicious pain as her tight, distended breasts were flicked, squeezed, slapped and pinched. More fingers probed her sex, stroking her G-spot and abusing her swollen labia. She heard snatches of conversation as the guests strolled from one helpless woman to the others.

"I'm really disappointed that there aren't any men tonight. It's such a turn on watching Eric fucking some smooth, young stud."

"Your husband is bi? I would never have guessed."

"He's not. Normally it would never occur to get it on with another man but he's obsessed with my ass so I told him that if he expects me to put out, he has to do the same and fuck who I tell him too. After all, to a man's prostate a dildo and a cock are the same, really . . ."

"Well, Mrs. Sylvester, I'm certainly glad I gave you the afternoon off. You ready for a long evening?"

Marilyn gulped. "Shirley?"

The mayor chuckled quietly next to her ear. "Girl, I've wanted into your panties from the day you came to work. When you and Mark got married I was completely pissed. Not only did it look like you were out of reach but you had snatched up one of my favorite toyboys, as well. Now it looks like he's back and was considerate enough to bring you, too. This is going to be so much fun! I even went out and bought a new harness and dildo for the occasion. Now I'm going to go over and check out the other popsies, just for the show of it, but you can be sure I'll be back. I'm going to do you up properly tonight, Marilyn, and many more nights to come. Later, sweetie." 

The departing kiss was long and hot. The tingle in Marilyn's crotch flared up again.

New hands bent her legs and strapped her ankles to her thighs and pushed her knees wide apart. She heard a pop and a viscous noise. Cool slipperiness dripped between her buttcheeks.

"I don't do that!" she protested.

"Wrong, darling," the woman from the foyer sounded amused. "What you really mean is that you never have before. You will tonight, starting with your darling hubby of course, and after that you'll make up for lost time. There are four of you and forty of us and everyone will want two good rides so you'll get fucked at least twenty times tonight. Even if half of them are in your pussy that still gives you a minimum of five up the ass. Might be more, depending on how you respond. My first buttfuck was so volcanic, that was all everyone wanted for the rest of the night. Folks here just love watching 'the entertainment' get off. Now push out against my finger so I can get plenty of lube inside."

The finger slipped through the outer sphincters and ran in circles inside. In and out it ran each time delivering more and more of the slippery substance. Then there were two fingers. The sensation was odd, Marilyn decided, but not painful. I guess I might get to like it, maybe. At least Mark will be my first that way. It will be the only virginity I can give him.

Another set of fingers entered her sex. They rubbed against the fingers in her ass. First there were two then three in each orifice. That feels so—so full! I—I'm cumming!

"Ah-hah! You're just like I was. Honey, you'll be sitting on pillows in the morning, believe me."

What's going on with me? I've never had orgasms this strong so quickly. These ropes, this tension, the marijuana, being exposed and blindfolded—which is it?

Time became a blur of lascivious touch, suggestive talk, and exotic scents. Men and women groped and fondled her while describing in explicit detail all the plans they had for her. Anxiety turned to anticipation. Marilyn was about to scream "Someone fuck me!" when a bell rang above the mutter of the crowd.

"Friends and playmates, our foreplay has lasted long enough," Roland announced. "Fiona and I will help our ladies up onto their stages while the rest of you get naked. Remember your protection and to use plenty of lubricant when sodomizing the lovelies. We don't want them to refuse to return, do we?" Quiet laughter rippled across the room. 

"Perish the thought!" exclaimed a voice. Marilyn was sure she knew it from somewhere but couldn't place it. Oh god, someone who knows me and is probably going to fuck me and I'll never know who it is. Her face flushed with embarrassment but her pussy convulsed in excitement. Maybe she would find out eventually. Maybe he would want more . . .

The bonds at her ankles released and hands tilted her onto her feet. When she was released they supported her until she could stand on her own. Then the ropes fell away and blood rushed into her poor breasts. They burned! Marilyn wailed but climaxed at the same time. The waves of sensation overpowered her mind and she stopped thinking, completely.

Later she remembered being bent over a padded bench with her ass high and her legs strapped far apart. They cuffed her wrists and elbows down so the only thing she could move was her head and her hips. And just as Fiona had promised she was fucked and fucked again. Mark started, hard and deep in her pussy and after she came, pulled out. The glooping noise sounded again and she felt pressure on her anus. She bore down and he slid in. It didn't hurt after all and when he clutched her buttocks so tightly it left red marks and began to slam in and out of her it felt better and better until stars lit up inside her eyelids and her face felt as if the skin would blow off. They screamed together and he withdrew. 

A chair scraped in front of her. "Here, girl, suck this." Silicone filled her mouth and the scent of aroused womanhood filled her nostrils. Shirley grabbed handfuls of Marilyn's hair and pulled her face in close. "Oh, you know how to do deep throat? No wonder Mark took an immediate shine to you. Now where would a sweet innocent small town girl learn that? Oh, I love the way you look, blindfolded and helpless. Ah, and there's Carlos lubing up that great cock of his. My word, your dear little backside is in for a workout tonight. I guess I'll just have to fuck your pussy so your ass can have a rest." 

Carlos really was big but she was already stretched and he was careful, at least until he was all the way in. Then he and Shirley began to thrust in concert, spitting Marilyn like a pig on a barbecue. No sooner were they sated for the moment when another cock moved to plunder her. She lost count of how many times the crowd violated each orifice. Was it really only twenty? Was she a more popular toy than the others or did some of them have the entertainers more than twice? As the evening wore on it all became a blur of orgasm after orgasm until she lost consciousness.

She came to in the car. She opened bleary eyes to see her husband at the wheel. He turned to her at her movement, smiling so widely that she had to smile right back.

"Baby, you were magnificent! Everybody was amazed. For a newbie 'entertainer' you were as good as a pro. I'm proud of you, Lynn, proud as a peacock."

She smiled ruefully. "Mmm—remind me of that next time I say anything about doing something different! If I hadn't enjoyed it so much, I'd have said that was very mean of you, Mr. Sylvester."

"If I had told you what I had in mind would you have agreed to it?"

"Hell no! So I'm glad you snuck this one up on me. I had no idea being bound and suspended was so hot. Uh, have you ever been done like that? And I want the truth, Mister. Shirley told me while I was hanging there that you used to be one of her toyboys so don't play innocent with me." Tired as she was, Marilyn grinned evilly in the dark.

"Okay, okay. Yeah, I have, but not in public like that. It was just me and Shirley, I swear it was."

Was it? Marilyn felt the beginnings of a plot forming but it was very late and she fell asleep before it got any further.

By Monday morning, Marilyn was recovered enough to go back to work. Somehow she managed to greet the mayor nonchalantly on her way to her office. But when quitting time arrived she waited until all the rest of the clerical staff was gone and knocked on Shirley's carved oak door.

"Come in?"

"Interesting choice of words! And since you're speaking of coming in, does it really feel that good fucking someone with a dildo harness?"

Shirley leaned back in the big leather swivel chair with a lazy smile. "That depends on many things, little lover. Do you have a proper state of mind for that sort of thing? What is the shape of your end of the dildo? How hard can you come seeing your partner come? For me fucking someone else is even better than getting fucked, not that I don't like both. Want to give it a try?"

"I'll think about it. Right now I want to know more about what happened Friday. I also want to know about you and Mark!"

"Darling, your husband is the sweetest man. I caught him on the rebound after a very unappreciative ex-girlfriend dumped him. It turns out he's a wonderful switch, all tender but macho with you and compliant and submissive with me. I like that in a man. I like it in a woman, too." She raised an eyebrow suggestively.

Marilyn blushed. "I—I think I might like that sometime. But tell me, did you ever do Mark like that at that—that party?

Shirley's teeth bared and the grin spread from ear to ear. "The town elite's regular gathering? No, I haven't, not yet. Now that he's back in what some might call my clutches, I'm seriously going to consider it. He wouldn't be the first young man to entertain the crowd. Why do you ask?"


Rented Out Ch. 01



Marilyn hemmed and hawed and finally burst out, "I want to make this clear. I had fun Friday night, more than I would have ever dreamed. I'll gladly do it again and I won't even make Mark share the money with me. I'd do it for the fun of it and he can spend the money any way he wants. But—but fair is fair. If he can rent me out, I ought to be able to rent him out, too, oughtn't I?"

The mayor stood and looked down at her assistant. "You can and you will, Marilyn. And we aren't going to wait very long, either. These parties are held every month. We don't have professional entertainment each time; the cost would be prohibitive but next quarter . . ."

Marilyn beamed. "Then I want to be hanging next to him. When I decide to use a strap-on to do him, it will be at home. At the party, we're both toys."

Shirley reached out a languid hand and unbuttoned the top of Marilyn's blouse. "Then I think some more toy-training is in order. I'll call him and tell him I've invited you both to dinner. He'll understand and he will be on time!"



Rented Out Ch. 02



My thanks to those who enjoyed the first chapter in this story and especially to those who commented on it. I live for comments.

*

Mark stood at the back door of the mayor's official mansion. He gulped and started to unbutton his shirt. While guests, officials on business or even the general public might enter through the front door, those who came to the back did so for only one reason—sex. He saw that his wife's clothing was already hanging in the niche provided and started to strip. His hands trembled as he did and the anxiety in his stomach felt like a cold owl gripping him with icy talons. Part of him said, "No! Stop! Run away, now!" But another part of him was already starting a bulge in his jeans and the blood flow in that direction over-rode caution. 

It all started when he finished his apprenticeship. The boss said now that he was a journeyman, Mark should start learning the political and marketing end of the business and sent him to discuss a project at city hall. It was a long time before it dawned that this was all a set-up and by then Mark was firmly established in Shirley's harem with no obvious way out. 

Like all young men, he thought he was in charge when the discussion of the job extended to drinks and dinner and finally to bed. He thought he was the seducer. Then the mayor had introduced him to the gentle arts of prostate massage, butt plugs and light bondage. The night he found himself tethered face down and ass high over a bolster proved how wrong he could be. She kept caressing him and rubbing his back with her nipples as she packed more and more lubricant into his anus. Then she stood up. Reaching into the night stand, Shirley had taken out a dildo harness that, from the look of it, had seen a lot of use. She buckled in on, fitted in a large, realistic silicone phallus and smeared yet more lubricant all over it.

"Tonight, darling, I'm going to make you my bitch. The world is full of horny little girls waiting to spread their thighs for you and I expect you to take advantage of all of them. However, here in my house, I take the advantage. Let me put this cock ring on you and stiffen you up righteously. Then I'm going to fuck your ass half the night. You'll be amazed how good it feels."

It had. And for the next year and a half Shirley had used his body any way she chose, introducing him to terrors and pleasures beyond his wildest imagination. She would call and he would obey. I'm cougared, Mark thought to himself. She's got me just where she wants me and I can't do anything about it. Every time I think I'm going to tell her 'no more', she purrs in my ear and lays back for a good fucking and I'm lost.

Then Marilyn had returned from college. The courtship had been a whirlwind and once married, Mark thought his toyboy days were over. Then came the night his wife mentioned that she might like something 'different'. Automatically, Mark had called Shirley and just as automatically he had agreed to each idea she suggested until he found himself agreeing to rent out his bride one Friday to the city's movers and shakers. It seemed like such a good idea at the time, especially when he'd gotten the envelope containing five thousand dollars.

Saturday morning Mark woke up appalled at what he had done but Marilyn spent the entire weekend with a satisfied smile on her face. She even promised him a proper reward once she was less sore. Then Monday after work he had checked his text messages and saw two.

The one from Marilyn read "huny, dinr at Shirleys. We R the ntrtaimmnt, heh x 3"

The mayor's had been more explicit. "Studmuffin, ur sxy wife here 4 dinr. Wnt U 2! B on Time! 6. Clean in n out. Xpct 2 B reamed all nite."

Nerves taught as a drumhead, Mark dropped his briefs to the porch and put them in the basket next to his shirt and Levis. He looked down at his throbbing cock. Traitor! Men, he had heard, possessed two heads but only enough blood for one to work at a time. Since the one below his waist had taken control, all the other could do was hang on and hope to survive the ride. He turned the doorknob and walked into the back parlor.

The air was a haze of incense and marijuana smoke. Marilyn lay naked and languid on the sofa next to an ornate brass hookah. The bowl on top looked to hold at least a lid of high grade weed. She leered at him and slowly ran her tongue between her lips. "Hi, Marky. We got to thinking that maybe dinner could wait. Want a hit? It's really good shit." She giggled and spread her thighs. To his surprise she was waxed smooth and pink. "Like it? Shirley says I need to have it done every two weeks from now on. And she's going to take me shopping for leather. Want to come along?"

"Oh, he's going to come along, darling," Shirley's voice was halfway between a purr and a growl. "Now that my favorite stud-muffin's come back, and brought us a little toy-girl present, he's not getting away again, are you Marky?"

Mark tried to voice a protest but the conditioning was too strong. He shook his head helplessly. The tall blonde stepped close, pressed her pelvis against his and wrapped one hand behind his back. She held a squeeze bottle to his nose. "Big sniff, Marky. You know you want to please Mistress Shirley, don't you? Two shots of our favorite aerosol foreplay and some hits off the hookah and all those nasty doubts and fears will just go away. Then we can all play together, can't we Hercule?"

"Mas oui" Shirley's large French husband smiled benignly from his easy chair. "We will 'ave such a wonderful time together. Per'aps Shirley and I will take turns with you, per'aps we will watch you and le petit Marilynn, who knows? 'Owever it goes, we will all be sleeping late tomorrow, no?" He rose and handed Mark a large brandy. "But first we must first relax the inhibitions."

As Mark blinked in response to the nasal spray, Shirley's hand slid casually down his back and cupped a buttock. "My, still nice and tight, I see. And Marilyn tells me she hasn't ever done anything naughty to you here? Well, we can't have that. Now that your darling has discovered the fun of getting a good ass-fucking she needs to learn how much fun it is giving them. And naturally, she'll need someone to practice on, won't she?" Her other hand began to stroke the underside of his shaft and massage his ball sack. "Mark, dear, you really need to start shaving. Not the rest of you, of course. The guys on the work crew must never have a clue how kinky I've made you but here . . ." she gave him a squeeze for emphasis "smooth and bare are what we want. And these fine cheeks, too." 

She took a step back and ran her eyes up and down his body. "Delicious, really. Hercule, let's take them upstairs. Marilyn was right, dinner will keep and I don't really think I could pay it any attention anyway with such scrumptious little bodies on display. Come Mark, you carry the hookah while Hercule carries Marilyn." She took his left hand and put the water pipe in his right. Hercule lifted the younger woman's nude body off the couch and tossed her over his shoulder like she weighed no more than a pillow.

"Mais oui, mon cherie. We will take them to the slings. It is so delicious, fucking in a swing."

"It is, indeed. You've never been to the swings, have you Mark?" He shook his head dumbly. "There are so many possibilities. We'll start off with Marilyn and then see what to do with you. Or maybe to you would be a better way of putting it."

The combination of brandy and whatever Shirley sprayed up his nose had Mark's libido turned up to eleven. She rubbed her shoulder against his as they climbed the stairs and he almost dropped the hookah and had her right there. But a significant twist against his little finger emphasized her control. By the time they reached the second floor, he was shaking with lust.

"You gonna do my butt again, honey?" Marilyn lifted her head from where she hung over Hercule's shoulder. "You should have made me do it before. Whenever I think about you poking that thing up my behind, I get all squirmy and hot."

Shirley chuckled. "Oh that bouncy bottom of yours will get a good workout, tonight, sweet cheeks. I've got a dildo I haven't used on any other woman before and I'm going to try it out on you. And Hercule loves lady's backsides, don't you. You like them better than our fronts, you naughty thing. And you think men's are almost as much fun. Yes, I think we will all be sleeping late tomorrow. Maybe even Wednesday."

At the end of the hall they entered a room that was decorated with even more decadence than the parlor. At Shirley's gesture Mark set the hookah on a low table and, at pressure on his shoulder, knelt beside it. The mayor stood next to him, stroking his head possessively. Hercule set Marilyn on her feet and then swept her up in a long, passionate kiss. When it finally broke, she was panting, a manic grin on her pretty face.

"'Old out your hands, mon petit, you must be packaged." The big man buckled leather cuffs to her wrists, a larger pair just above her knees and a collar around her neck. "Now, lie down on your back and put your 'ands on your knees." When the young woman obeyed, Hercule clipped the wrist cuffs first to the thigh bands and then with short chains to the collar.

"Isn't that adorable, Marky?" Shirley chirped, "she's all wrapped up with both holes open for business. Now stay right here while we set her up."

The older couple lifted the living bundle and set her down on a wide leather sling. Within seconds, Marilyn was suspended off the floor, well tethered in place. Her eyes were wide and flicked from Mark to Hercule to Shirley and back again. 

"And now it's your turn, my dear."

Shirley buckled the same assortment of leather cuffs to Mark and snapped a short leash to his collar. Holding him at heel, she made him crawl to the sling. Marilyn's aroused scent filled his nose. He leaned forward and ran his tongue slowly up her puffy, engorged labia. He flicked her clit with the tip to make her gasp.

"That's my good toyboy," Shirley murmured, "We want her good and sloppy. Make her scream and moan, Marky, and get her good and wet. We want no rawness tomorrow, hers or yours."

Marilyn's taste and scent were familiar to him, indeed they were. But the sensation of hairlessness was new, exotic. He rubbed his face against her crotch and the inside of her thighs, reveling in the smoothness. Yes, Shirley was right. Marilyn was going to have a waxing account added to the family budget. 

He covered her pussy with his lips, sucked gently and began to lick. Marilyn began to moan. The moans gave way to whimpers until she screamed and spasmed, making the sling bounce and swing chaotically. 

When she calmed down, Shirley commanded, "Do her again, Mark, and again until she begs you to stop. Then we'll bang her 'til she faints."

By the time Marilyn yelled for him to stop, Mark's knees were sore. Shirley really ought to install thick carpets in the sling room, he decided, if she was going to keep her playthings on all fours. Bare floors and bony knees were a bad combination!

When he leaned back, Shirley wiped his face with a warm damp cloth. It smelled just a bit of lime. "And now, darling, we're going to hoist you up as well. Come along. Now lay down on the sling." She and Hercule put his feet into stirrups, tethered his wrists to the top chains and touched the switch. There was a hum and Mark felt himself picked up off the floor and swinging gently with his knees apart and his shoulders low. 

"And now comes the fun part, honey. I'm going to put this nice thick blindfold over your face. And do you know why? You're going to get fucked, Marky, fucked a lot. Your ass is going to be worked over. And you will have no idea who's doing it! I love this. Will you just get pegged by Mistress? How about Mistress and Marilyn? How about a good gay-guy fucking by hubby, here? He really is bi, you know, and finds healthy young men just as sexy as healthy young women. Not that I think it will bother you right now . . ." She gave his quivering, taut hard-on a loving stroke. "I think you'll enjoy whatever happens tonight. After all, your prostate won't know if it's being stoked by a cock or a dildo." And then she left him be.

Music played. It began with a deep, steady drumming and then an oboe joined in along with bells. The music sang of smoky night clubs and strong, thick coffee. It told of ancient dances in tents on the desert and on marble floors in opulent palaces. The incense grew stronger and he heard Marilyn moan. A large, warm hand wrapped around his phallus and began to stroke in time to the beat. It might have been Hercule but Shirley was a tall, strong woman and her hands were in scale. Marilyn yelled in orgasm.

The hand went away and he heard the top of a plastic bottle pop open. A finger rimmed his anus spreading slick goo around it. The finger came back and pressed a gob of the lubricant onto his pucker and then inside. Round and round it went, spreading the lube and stretching, relaxing his sphincters. A second finger entered him. Were they large enough to be Hercule's? They were certainly too big to be Marilyn's. Besides, she was gasping and whimpering to the slap of flesh. 

The slapping stopped. The music was just loud enough to cover any footsteps that might indicate two people changing places. So he really had no idea whether the next set of fingers, three this time, belonged to his first ravager or not. Again a hand circled his manhood. This time it was slippery. The other hand spread his cheeks and pressed fingers inside him once more. Mark groaned. Each time the hand ran down his shaft the fingers within his rectum stroked his prostate. It felt so good! He squirmed, trying to get his assailant to go faster. The only response was a whispered chuckle. Did Mark detect a French accent in the laughter? He couldn't be sure. It was hard to pay attention under the expert ministrations.

The hands left him. Marilyn gasped. "It's so big! Ow! Oh!" She's being buggered, he thought, but is it by Shirley's new dildo or Hercule? A blunt object touched his ass. It seemed awfully large. Two hands pressed down on his thighs and the object spread him easily open and slipped inside. I'm getting fucked! Who is it? A warm belly pushed against his buttocks and one hand left his thigh and returned to his cock. Up, down. In, out! The music kept its slow sensuality. Again Mark tried squirming for release and again it did no good. The motion became hypnotic and he relaxed into a semi-conscious state of pure pleasure. It seemed that as the evening wore on whoever was enjoying him would slip out and go away for a moment only to either return or be replaced. It didn't matter. Desire gave way to luxury and then to a low-level, steady orgasm. Finally, he blacked out.

Mark woke up to bright morning light shining through sheer curtains. He looked around and found that he was in a large, ornate canopy bed in a room with a definite Victorian flavor. Marilyn was sitting in a large bargello-patterned wingback chair next to him. She held a coffee cup in a saucer and smiled as she sipped.

"Good morning, Mr. Sylvestre. Would you like some coffee?"

"Good morning, Mrs. Sylvestre. Yes, I would, thank-you very much." He swung his legs over the side of the bed and reached out both hands to take the cup she poured for him. "You look happy." 

"I am, very. I got eaten, by a Master in my opinion; I got well fucked and thoroughly sodomized. I even got entertained. Watching you take it in the ass was amazing."

"Uh, since you were watching, just who was that that did me last night? Was it all Shirley or did Hercule get into me, too?"

"You don't know, do you? And that's the way it's going to stay. Is my stud still a pure het-guy or has he been gay-violated? I'll never tell and you'll never know." She stuck out her tongue at him.

Mark made a wry face. "Our clothes are hanging on the back porch. We need to get out of here and get to work. It's not like it's a Saturday or anything like that."

"Shirley gave me the day off and called Hector to tell him you wouldn't be in. We can leave whenever we want but there's no rush."

"Oh. Well, there's still the problem that we didn't get dinner last night. If we have the whole day, a large breakfast sounds good."

"Yes, it does. But first I want something." She reached down on the floor beside the chair and picked up a web of leather and chrome. A big, flesh-colored dildo hung from it. "You fucked my ass Friday night. I'm going to find out just what this pegging is like—on you! Onto your belly and spread those cheeks, husband!"

"Gladly—after breakfast," Mark laughed.

"I have to thank you for introducing me to this new side of Shirley. I would never have guessed my boss was my husband's lover."

Mark put down the cup. He kissed his forefinger and touched her lips. "She's not my lover. She's that bossy kind of playmate who always has to choose the game. I only have one lover—you and no one else!" 

Marilyn looked startled. "I—I hadn't thought of it that way. Other playmates, but only one lover . . ." She dropped the toy, and stood up. Mark watched his beautiful wife slip from the chair to the bedside, and then he had her warm weight in his lap. "Yes," she said, "only one lover," and kissed him.



Rented Out Ch. 03



Rafaelo's was famous for its porchetto, its fagiole and its risotto di funghi. But what Shirley most valued was the exquisitely trained waiters. "And not only are they the most professional in the city, but the most discrete, as well. That's why I brought you here for lunch, dear Marilyn, so we could have a 'friends with benefits' chat and be completely sure that nothing we say will ever get farther than this booth."

Marilyn giggled. "Friends with benefits. Now there's a phrase I haven't heard for a while. Mark called you a bossy playmate. I like your version better."

"Oh he's got me nailed there. A bossy playmate is exactly what I am; always managing other people's sex lives for my own enjoyment. And that's why we're here, quietly digesting this excellent lunch. It's been a couple of weeks since we had "dinner and entertainment" at my place and I want to see what's going on with you two. Did you find pegging Mark as much fun as you hoped?"

A slow, sly smile spread over the younger woman's face. "We went out to breakfast the next morning—because we were too horny to eat dinner Monday night, remember? Anyway, after the entire eggs, meats, waffles and such we sort of waddled back to the house. Mark mumbled something about a quick nap and hit the pillow. He was asleep before I could even lie down. When I woke up, he was still asleep so I tried undoing his buttons. Didn't even twitch! I got his shirt open and his pants undone and he was still asleep. So I wiggled his jeans and briefs down over his ass and pulled them clear off. Surprise, surprise, he must have been dreaming about something fun, 'cause he was stiff as a pikestaff. That's when I stripped and put on the harness."

"Good moves, girl. I should have loaned you a riding crop while I was at it."

"I don't know about that but once he was half naked, it was easy to get him to roll over and pull off his shirt. I was thinking hard about tying his wrists together when he woke up."

"And?" Shirley leaned back expectantly and lifted her wine glass to her lips. She liked the way this story was playing out.

"Well, Mark is so much stronger than I am that there was no way I could actually hold him down but I jumped on his back and grabbed his ear in my teeth."

"Good, good. That's the ticklish part of being a woman top. The man is stronger than you are, period. Either he plays along or the game is over. Of course, I do have Mark well trained . . ."

"Thank you for that. As soon as I was on top, he gave a little moan, spread his legs and lifted his hips. It was easy to see he was ready. So—I stood up and grabbed the lube tube. I greased up his ass and that king-size dong you loaned me, hopped back on top and pushed. I thought it might be hard, but even as big as that one was, it slipped right up his butt."

"It's just a question of muscle control, Marilyn. All my guys learn it really quick. I make sure they do." She winked.

"I think I understand now why you said you preferred fucking men to being fucked. There's a real feeling of power shoving a big chunk of silicone into your guy's ass over and over. I don't know when he came 'cause I didn't stop until I did. We needed a shower afterwards . . ."

"And the next time?" By now Shirley was grinning like a well-canary-ed cat.

"You mean the next night or the next time I did him?"

"Both, of course, assuming they were different times."

Marilyn blushed. "Uh, they were. The next night when I came out of the shower, Mark grabbed me, threw me over his shoulder and carried me outside. I don't know when he built it or bought it but there was this big walnut and leather frame on our patio. I wanted to scream at him but all that would have done is attract attention so I let him strap me in. He told me I'd been a very naughty girl and that I really needed a sound spanking for being so naughty."

"And he gave you one?"

"He took out a leather flogger! He showed it to me, slid it up, down and across my ass and then cracked it across me. He started slow and light but worked his way up real fast. By the time I was crying, he had my entire butt red. Then he stuck this lube dispenser up my backside and greased me all at once. Girl, he butt-fucked me good and proper. I must have come six or seven times, I swear. How come no one ever told me that pain and pleasure were so close together?"

"Because they aren't for everybody. Mark took a big risk doing you that way. Only about one person in three really gets into BDSM and not all of them do pain. But you liked it a lot?"

"I did. It's funny; the thing that most attracted me to Mark was that he was so sweet and gentle. And for the first year or so we were married I was really happy with him being that way."

"And then you got bored. It happens. When Hercule and I were first married, I loved the whole romantic Continental shtick. The candle lit dinners, the French sweet nothings in my ear—it was wonderful for a while. Then it got repetitive. I was about to blow a gasket until the day I found out that Hercule liked men as much as he likes me. That put a whole new angle on the relationship and we've never looked back. 

And since we're on that subject, does Mark know?"

"He asked if Hercule had done him or was it all you. I told him I'll never tell and he'll never know. I guess that was fine. He hasn't said anything about it since."

"He obviously enjoyed it. Of course, as doped and fired up as he was, he'd have enjoyed anything. Keeping his initiation into gay sex a secret is fine for the present. Eventually he'll have to know. There are too many men at the party just slavering to get into his pants. You are still on for renting him out?"

"You bet! He insisted that we put the money he was paid into something for me and I insisted that we put all the money we get that way into things for us. I think he felt really guilty Saturday morning. It took a lot of reassurance to make him feel better. Of course, Monday night helped a lot, too!" Marilyn giggled again. "I'm sure he will feel a lot better if I announce that since he found a way to turn a profit on me, I'm going to return the favor. I just need the proper wording. When is the next party, by the way?"

"Oh, in two or three weeks. These things are pretty spontaneous unless we're hiring the ass-and-pussy. Most times we just meet at someone's house for drinks and an orgy. You've got plenty of time to get him ready to be the centerpiece. The next time we bring in paid cock won't be until the fall equinox."

"Uh, since I've only been to one as hired fun, I'm not a member, am I? And if I'm not, what about Mark?"

"Mark was my guest, not a member. And you're right, so long as we're paying to pork you, you don't get to come to the members' only nights. Besides, you two are too young, yet. In a few years you will get a very subdued invitation in the mail and there will be a mysterious initiation. Of course by then probably every member in the group will have fucked both of you numerous times. We don't usually invite pro's to join but you two are just going to be hobby whores. Membership is inevitable, once we get tired of paying you."

Marilyn choked on her wine, laughing. Once she was calmed down and able to breathe again she snickered and said, "Hobby whores! What a great phrase. Shirley, I'll be up front with you. Whoring isn't something I'm all that new at. Several of us in the dorms back on campus decided that if men were silly enough to pay us for doing what we liked anyway, we'd take the money. To be honest, it was a bit of a revelation. Any woman can be a street walker but if you want to make serious money in the call-girl business, it's a different world. I did that for—oh, a year and a half. I regret nothing but being a hobby-whore is a much better idea."

"I know. One of the members recognized you and told me later. He said you were one of the few pieces of ass he paid for that was worth every cent. If he'd known then what he knows now, you'd be his wife instead of Mark's."

"Oh gawd, I knew I recognized one of the voices that night. I was afraid it was one of my high school teachers or something. Good thing it was an old client."

"Uh, honey a couple of your old high school teachers are members and both of then fucked you royal that Friday. Leonard Seems told me it was the culmination of endless daydreams about you."

"Mr. Seems? Oh, shit! I wondered why he never looked me in the eye when he spoke to me. I thought he was just shy. I had no idea he was staying in control of himself. Poor man, I should have seduced him the day I turned eighteen. Such a sweet person, I'm glad he had fun. I'll have to make up to him when I get the chance. Anyway, you wanted to know about the next time I fucked Mark."

Shirley looked at her watch. "Yes, I do, but it will have to keep. I've got a meeting with Parks and Recreation in twenty minutes. We'll just put this on my private tab and talk again later."



On a warm Saturday morning Mark Sylvestre sat in his trunks sipping coffee. The pool looked inviting but he wasn't ready for that just yet. The lawn was freshly mowed, most of the weeds had been pulled and there was nothing in particular that he needed to do so he did nothing. Just sitting in the sun was so pleasant that he half dozed off. And being half asleep explained why he never heard Marilyn walking up behind him and had no idea she was there until the scent of frangipani perfume woke him up. At the same time, hands covered his eyes so he had no warning when a warm, naked body plumped itself on his lap and eager lips pressed against his.

"Mmm . . . Mr. Sylvestre, you are just too delicious, especially with a light coating of salty sweat. You smell hot and that makes me hot. What should I do about that?"

Mark grabbed a full breast in one hand and a firm buttock in the other. The coffee cup fell away, unheeded. "I can think of several things and all of them would be fun. Shall I take you inside or just let you have it right here on the grass?"

"Out here? Where a neighbor on a stepladder could see us? You'll have to earn that one, Mr. Sylvestre." She stood aside and dropped to her knees. "Off with the trunks, stud, I want a good, long look."

When he complied, Marilyn let out a slow, appreciative whistle. "You know, darling, I really think you ought to take up triathlons."

That comment threw Mark completely off course. "What? Triathlons? What in Hell for?"

"Because cyclists shave their legs to prevent infections when they crash and swimmers shave all over for greater streamlining in the water. Most importantly, I can get about twenty percent more for you if you're smooth and oiled." She grabbed him by the balls and started to suck on his semi-aroused cock. 

Mark would have liked to pursue the question forming in his mind but his wife's skilled oral sex so distracted him that he forgot about it completely. He grabbed her hair and began to thrust down her throat in a steady rhythm. 

Knowing that she had him where she wanted him, Marilyn withdrew and disengaged his hands. She lay back on the grass, spread her thighs and raised her arms in invitation. At once, Mark was on her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulder blades and her legs around his hips. Then he was inside her and she clamped down, holding him, treasuring him, crooning happily to be so penetrated, so held, so possessed. Yes, she remembered the phrase, other playmates but only one lover!

Sunday morning, as was his custom, Mark woke up earlier than his wife and began making breakfast. Once the bacon was crisp, the oranges squeezed, the coffee filtered and the pancakes piled up and buttered, he called Marilyn out for breakfast on the patio. When all was reduced to empty dishes, cups and glasses, he fixed a glare into his well-beloved's green eyes. "Now, getting back to those comments you made yesterday, just what do you mean you can get twenty percent more for me if I'm smooth and oiled?" 

Marilyn smiled sweetly, moistened her napkin and dabbed his lips. Then she planted a long, hot kiss on them. "You have in your personal bank account some five thousand dollars that you received for the use of my body by at least twenty different very lusty, perhaps even depraved people. Simple justice requires that I do the same with you. And, to be honest, because fit, virile young men available for sexual hire are less common than compliant, receptive young women, guys demand a premium. You got five grand for me but Shirley says that your price will be at least sixty-five hundred and if you're shaved, tanned and oiled in something like patchouli, the price is more like seventy-eight hundred. So, though the next party where the group, whoever they are, will be hiring entertainment isn't until November, you are going to start preparing to be one of the centerpieces."

"I am?" Mark's voice was flat and emotionless.

Marilyn's eyes narrowed and her jaw muscles tightened. She leaned forward across the table. "You are!"

Taken aback by the vehemence of her response, Mark froze and thought furiously before going on. After opening and closing his mouth twice, he finally stammered, "Well, I suppose it's only fair and I probably do have it coming. But do you seriously think anyone but the most desperate—uh—person would lay out good money to be fucked by me?"

Marilyn relaxed. She'd won. Now she needed to build him up for the deed. "Mr. Sylvestre, you are, to quote Truman Capote, 'an object of desire'. Remember the old Coke commercial where all the office women dive for the window when the construction worker takes off his shirt for his morning break? That's what goes on in City Hall when you're outside cutting and fitting stone. And I have on good authority that even men who consider themselves straight are willing to make an exception in your case. No, the people ready to pay for your 'services' aren't desperate; they're connoisseurs of the flesh."

"Hercule fucked me, didn't he?"

"I told you I'd never tell you one way or another. 'Never' isn't over yet."

"I don't want to know. And if I'm going to get buggered by some other man, I don't want to know it either. If that's what I'm being rented out for, there has to be a blindfold."

Marilyn smiled sweetly. "Well, of course, honey. I knew you'd feel that way and that's what I'll insist on. All you need to do is enjoy the way it feels, not worry about who's making you feel that way."

"And I'm not sucking anyone off, blindfold or not."

Marilyn pursed her lips in thought. "I don't see any problem with that. I'll get it in writing. 'All same sex contact requires a blindfold. Fellatio not provided.' Everyone will understand. Now, about those triathlons, there's a local club that meets at the high school the fourth Wednesday of each month. That's this coming Wednesday. You go and sign up. Work out a training schedule and start talking about it so that everyone knows why you suddenly started shaving all over. It will make sense to your crew and, just incidentally, raise the temperature on the second floor of City Hall by a good ten degrees."

"You're not joking? About the second floor, I mean?"

"What? You want me to take a video on my cell phone as proof? Just thinking about it is raising mine right now. Go get clean and bend over the foot of the bed. I've got a new outfit I think you'll like . . ."



Rented Out Ch. 04



The black limousine purred discretely down the avenue. In the back, Marilyn straightened her husband's tie and stroked his face reassuringly. 

"Okay, honey, this is our first 'trick' and it's just the sort of thing you'll enjoy. We're meeting a lovely couple at a painfully respectable hotel. They've taken one room and we have the adjoining one. All we have to do is open the door between them and no one else will ever know what happened."

"A couple? Why would a couple hire another couple for sex? Can't they get what they want with each other?"

Marilyn grinned. "Don't ask how I know but there is this funny thing about some people. Most johns pay for sex because either they can't get any for free or they can't get the kind they want from their wives or because they're looking for hot, young and beautiful. That's common knowledge. However, there is another reason that very few people know about. For some people, and I include women in this, paying for sex is a fetish. Laying out the money on the nightstand and seeing their sex-worker pick it up and stick it in a wallet turns them on. No, I'm serious! Why would many of Shirley's friends hire pro's four times a year when they can have orgies by themselves without laying out a grand a couple? They get off from it."

"And these 'clients' of ours belong to the party?"

"Uh-huh. They've already paid for my pussy once and now they're going to pay for it again while paying you to ball the wife. And no, they aren't fat and ugly or hard up or bizarrely kinky—except for this one fetish."

"So, how much are we getting for this trick?"

"I only asked a thousand. That's what they paid for the party and we're just rank beginners in the hobby whore gig. Besides, the man was my favorite Humanities teacher in high school. I'd let him have me for free if he wasn't so excited about paying. And you will love his wife!"

Brenda Lynn Seems brushed her long, silver tresses down over each breast and regarded herself in the hotel room mirror. The wispy waif who'd danced naked in the rain and the mud at the Summer of Love was long gone but forty years of daily yoga since then had left her with a figure that still turned heads when she walked down the street. She ran her hands down the taught belly to where the silver on her head was matched by a neat triangle below and thrust her hips forward. Mark was going to enjoy earning his fee.

"You are the most delicious thing, dear" Leonard Seems cupped his wife's right breast in a warm hand. "Thirty-five years and three children later, I still can't keep my hands off of you."

"Or your cock out of me." She kissed him over her shoulder. "But tonight you'll be sticking it into that little thing you used to obsess over in your class. And to think we're having a private party. I'm getting all juicy just thinking about it."

"Now don't go talking like that! Get me too excited and I won't be able to get my money's worth out of Marilyn for assaulting you. It's not like I'm nineteen, any more."

"I shudder to think what you might have been like at nineteen, dear. When we met you were twenty-four and you were pretty impressive even then. None of my other lovers had figured out how to be multi-orgasmic and the first time you did me all night long? Phew!"

"And I still can! I've been told young Sylvestre can, too." He wiggled his bushy, iron-grey eyebrows. "I have it on good authority that we will be in for a long night."

Brenda Lynn hummed and ground her hips in anticipation. "I'm so glad we decided to spend our entertainment money this way instead of boring ourselves silly at some respectable resort. Swinging is all very well but you can never be sure what your new partner knows."

Leonard pulled his wife close and started running his cock up and down the cleft of her ass. He licked the shell of her ear until she affectionately slapped his cheek. "Get your tux on you terrible man! We are supposed to meet them for dinner downstairs in ten minutes and I need to be properly draped."

Anyone at another table that night would never have guessed what the middle-aged and young couple who sat chatting amiably over dinner were about. Only a single bottle of wine was consumed and the dinner itself was a light one. 

Can't have full stomachs slowing down the action, tonight, Marilyn thought to herself. Shirley says that Leonard will probably fuck me so long I'll walk bow-legged tomorrow. Just for that, I'll have Mark do the same to Brenda! Fair is fair, after all. If Leonard wants more come tomorrow night, he'll have to take her up the butt. I bet that's how I get it. 

Dessert was a frothy lemon mousse and when it was gone, Leonard signed the bill and the foursome walked arm-in-arm to an elevator. Leonard had visions of pulling Marilyn's low neckline open as they ascended but unfortunately, the car was already occupied so everyone remained decorous until they returned to their rooms.

"Just one thing, honey," Mark said to his wife as he prepared to unlatch the door between the two rooms, "Am I spending the night next door or coming back after some particular space of time?"

"Fuck her 'til she begs for mercy, Mark, then snuggle her to sleep. I'm sure that's what Leonard wants to do to me and Shirley insists he can. Since neither of us knows how long that may take, I'll just plan on seeing you in the morning. Then we can all go down for breakfast."

"Go down for breakfast? For some reason I have this feeling you're going to want room service. I don't think the dining room chairs are that well padded, after all."

"Perhaps, but we can decide that tomorrow. Right now, unlock that door so we can start earning our fees." She kissed him soundly and turned back towards the neatly turned down bed.

Brenda Lynn sat on an equally ready bed in the next room, her thighs trembling slightly in anticipation. She glanced at the envelope on the nightstand and then smiled at her husband. "Have a good time, Len, and screw that little minx right. We may have to order room service for breakfast if you guys do us proper." 

She moaned internally at the thought of being pounded sore. She knew plenty of her fellow fetishists who reveled in the sting of floggers or riding crops but that kind of pain wasn't for her. What she loved was her pussy burning and sore from the previous night's use. The door latch clicked, it swung open and her husband and Mark nodded cordially to each other as they traded places. Mark quietly closed the door behind him and smiled broadly at Brenda. She stood and came to his arms for a long, deep kiss. "The money's on the nightstand. You'd better count it to make sure I've got it right."

Nodding urbanely, Mark made a ceremony of slowly opening the envelope and counting out the twenties. He licked his thumb between each bill, drawing out the process until he could see Brenda fairly dancing with anticipation. "Yes, five hundred dollars, exactly right. Now, my dear, let us proceed."

Slipping the envelope into the inner pocket of his tux, Mark reached up and undid the fastening behind the woman's neck. He pulled the straps forward and let them fall and the evening gown collapsed into a satin billow on the carpet. He stopped long enough to hand his jacket over the back of the club chair then pulled her in close.

Brenda felt his right hand run down her back, undoing each hook of her strapless brassiere while his left dove under her panties and fondled the taught ass inside them. When the bra fell away, he caught her hair in his fist and pulled her head back. Bypassing her mouth, her hungrily kissed, bit and licked her exposed throat.

Oh, he's good, she thought, so civilized and so savage at the same time. I was right. We will have to order room service for breakfast. I'll probably still be sore Monday morning.

"Oh Mark," she whispered, "you animal!" 

In the next room Leonard took the envelope from his pocket and formally presented it to Marilyn. She curtsied in reply and put it in her purse. "Here, Mr. Seems, let me help you with that coat." Once his coat was off, she pressed her hips against his and undid his bow tie, shirt studs and suspenders. This was quite a trick given that she was grinding her pelvis against his growing erection at the same time. "Dear Mr. Seems, if I'd known you felt this way about me back in class, I'd have snuck out with you at the senior prom. You were always my favorite teacher, you know."

He grabbed her upper arms but she pushed him away. "Sit on the bed, darling. Let me put on some music . . ."

A smoky tenor sax began to moan from the stereo over thud of a bass drum and the snarl of wire brushes on a snare. Marilyn cocked her head sideways, stuck out the tip of her tongue and, raising her arms over her head, swayed out into the center of the room. Hips swinging, shoulders shimming, head thrown back and mouth open, she gave herself over to the music. Eventually, she tilted her head forward to look at Leonard through mascara-ed eyelashes. She winked seductively and slowly unzipped the back of her dress. Sequins sparkled as it fell off her shaking shoulders and slid down her grinding hips. Undulating in long slow waves, she turned slowly around to show her client how she undid her bra and let the straps drop down each side. Holding it in place she faced him again to let it slide down her arms and onto his lap. 

"I think you like these, Mr. Seems," Marilyn smiled and lifted her breasts with her hands. She pointed them at the older man and massaged them sensually, pinching the nipples erect. "Do you want to fuck them? Ah-ah! Not yet, Mr. Seems, I still have too many clothes on, and so do you, sir."

Leonard began to pull his shirt out of his trousers. He tossed it away to the floor. Marilyn smiled and licked her lips. She turned her back on him and in time to the music unsnapped her garter belt, cast it aside and then tucked her fingers under the sides of her thong. In a single slow motion, she bent at the hips and pushed the scanty panties to her nylon covered ankles. She peeked around her knees and waved her ass at her client then straightened up and stepped out of her underwear.

"Oh, look, Mr. Seems," she faced him, "I'm all shaved and smooth for you. Does it make me look younger, like I was when you wanted me so bad?" 

She dropped to her knees and helped him unfasten his belt. She unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his ankles along with his briefs. The revealed erection stood proud, purple and irresistible. Marilyn stared at it hungrily, stroking it with both manicured hands. She ran her tongue slowly from base to tip, pausing to flick the tip back and forth at his frenum. Leaning forward she pursed her lips, kissed the tip and sucked in the helmet.

Leonard clutched her hair and pulled her face down. Marilyn swallowed deeply and felt his cock slide down her throat. He should have ordered me under his desk, she thought, and told me he was going to face-fuck me. I'd have gone down on him in a heartbeat. I've heard swallowing semen makes your boobs bigger . . .

Next door Mark pulled a series of silk handkerchiefs from his pockets. He tied them to Brenda's wrists and then to the ornate headboard. "I understand you are a very experienced yogi," he began conversationally, "so is there any problem with my doing the same with your ankles?"

Brenda's eyes grew wide and she took a deep breath. "Oh, no," she whispered, "no problem at all. Are you going to keep me there all night?"

"Do you want me to?"

"I—I'm not sure. I think I can, though."

"Then we will use safe words, my dear lady. If you need a change of position, just say 'yellow'."

Moments later, she found herself looking down between wide spread thighs at Mark. He stood at the foot of the bed with a knowing smile as he slowly removed his clothes. Brenda looked up at her feet and at the toes just brushing the headboard. Yes, I probably can spend the night like this. It's surprisingly comfortable and I'm so exposed! Mark can to anything to me he wants and do it anywhere he wants. Yes, I am going to be sore in the morning. We will have to hire them again in a couple of months. Heck, I need to tell Leonard about this position.

"Mr. Seems?"

"Hmm?"

"I should come over to your house some time, in my cheerleader costume—minus the panties, of course. You could lay me down on the couch, just like this, and have your way with me. Doesn't that sound like fun? And when Mrs. Seems got home, I could eat her pussy while you fucked me from behind."

"We'll have to plan a date like that. But right now, put your arms up over your head."

Marilyn complied while spreading her thighs and lifting her pelvis. Leonard Seems lowered himself onto her, full-length. She felt the weight of him, the bristles of his short beard on her cheeks and throat, the scratch of his chest and belly hair on her smooth body and the heat of his eager manhood pushing against the opening of her sex. Slowly, inexorably it entered her body. She growled and wrapped her legs around his, pulling him in deep. As he began to thrust and withdraw, Marilyn met his movements, driving her hips upward against him and squeezing him on the outstroke.

It really is a good thing I stayed a virgin until I got to college. If I had had sex with him my senior year, I'd have gotten pregnant deliberately. I'm not sure how much longer Mark and I will have this hobby. Mr. Seems makes me want to have his baby—really bad! Good thing I had a shot last month . . .

Leonard sucked on Marilyn's earlobe and nibbled his way down her neck until, by twisting his neck far enough, his mouth latched onto her nipple. She was one he had marked as 'dangerous: do not approach' as soon as she walked into class that first September day. There was always one, every year, a hot little piece of jailbait sitting at her desk pouting at him or crossing and uncrossing her legs under the table top while her miniskirt rode higher and higher. Too many men had lost everything because they couldn't keep themselves under control and Leonard was not about to be one of them but it had been hard. Sometimes he had to spend the entire hour behind the lectern so the class couldn't see how stiff some little fox had made him. 

Marilyn's panting and moans merged into a single wavering tone. She crooned her desire and her pleasure wordlessly. And to think he's paying me for this. Men are so silly!

Mark knelt on the bed with his legs spread and sat back on his heels. "Would my lady like some warming up?" he asked casually. Taking his stiff member in his hand he began to stroke Brenda's labia. At first he was slow and teasing. But as he sped up, bit by bit, she felt her arousal grow until she could stand it no longer. 

"Mark! That's enough, man—use me!" 

He leaned forward into her welcoming warmth. Reaching under her shoulders, he took her hair in both hands, pulling hard with each grunting thrust. Animal, am I? I'll show her animal!

An hour or so later, both women were spooned against the chests of their playmates, pulled in tightly and with big smiles on their faces. Whether breakfast would be room service or restaurant was a decision that could wait for morning.

Driving home the next day, Brenda turned to her husband with a wry look. "So, Leonard, was the little popsie all you dreamed of?"

The reply began with a snort. "Hmpf! Sheila told me that this was a lark for them, that they were just hobby whores. I find that hard to believe. Mark may not know it but his dear little wifey gives every indication of being an experienced courtesan. Perhaps she's just a sexual enthusiast like you are but I wouldn't bet on it. I think this girl was a pro sometime back, probably in college. She would be far from the first, you know."

"Don't I! I've had that discussion with our Phoebe on more than one occasion. I don't think the daughter is inclined that way but I keep an eye on the local escort agencies' websites, just in case—and she knows it!"

"Brenda, doesn't that strike you as just a touch hypocritical?"

"Oh, I'm not trying to make sure she never tries it, dear. I just want to make sure that if she does, it's with her eyes open and not because some saturnine type sweet-talked her into his 'stable' if you get my drift."

"Ah, that makes sense. Thanks for the clarification. Anyway, continuing along the prior subject, how was your night?"

"He's really good, Len. Of course, he should be. Sheila told me he was probably her all-time favorite toy and she doesn't say things like that just because a guy is cute. Pretty is as pretty does with our mayor. If you can't perform after the first couple of coaching sessions, you're out of the harem. And given, as you well know, what a night with Sheila is like, the motivation to learn fast is intense."

"As we both know, you mean. A couple of the things you like best are things she told me about after fucking you senseless. Personally I think silicone is really unfair!"

"Is it? I'd have sworn you thought it was a wonderful substance. I'll just have to get an assortment of mine out tonight and remind you. It's time you got back in touch with your feminine side, husband."



Rented Out Ch. 05



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The old home was palatial and discretely set away from the busy downtown. This suited both its owners and the community's economic and political elite, especially in November. Each year forty or so movers and shakers would gather in the main ballroom for an evening of lechery to welcome in the winter. 

In an upstairs bathroom the mayor looked on in approval.  Marilyn, her secretary, finished wiping the shaving cream off and stood back to admire her handiwork. Her muscular husband was now completely hairless and smooth below his eyes.

"Ooo, sexy Marky," she cooed, "You look like a Greek statue." 

Her boss agreed. "He certainly does, dear, and once he's covered in oil he'll look even better. Mark, darling, you're going to make so many women happy tonight. Your tongue, your cock and especially your ass will be the height of the party. Of course your delightful little wife will be doing the same for their husbands."

Mark regarded himself in the mirror, a dubious expression on his face. "Shirley, the ladies can do whatever they want to me and, I guess, to Marilyn but I don't care how much money you're paying us, I don't do men." At least I don't think I do. Marilyn still refuses to say whether Hercule had me back in August. I really hate the idea but everything felt so good . . .

"We understand that you don't do blowjobs, Mark. And you understand that you will spend the night blindfolded even though you were at one of these parties before and know most of the people. The entertainment never knows for sure whom it is they've serviced. Marilyn won't, Tanya won't, Sophie won't and neither will you. It might be me and it might be a man but your prostate can't tell the difference between silicone and latex covered flesh so just relax and enjoy, my love."

As the younger couple continued their toilet, Shirley walked pensively down the hall. Mark had been one of the prizes of her unofficial harem until Marilyn had caught his eye. They were married in a rush, much to the mayor's annoyance. She had fancied having both of them in her sway and watching them waltz off into a life of respectable domesticity had put the mayor's nose out of joint until the opportunity came to seduce them into a new life as hobby-whores. She had seized it with enthusiasm. Whether they recognized it or not, both were now her sex-slaves and she intended to keep them that way. Mark might not like the idea of being an object of desire to both sexes but his body overruled him. Few things made him purr like something stiff and warm up his butt. 

Marilyn filled the bowl of a small hookah, lit it and handed the mouthpiece to her man. "Here, Mark, it's imported Humboldt County Bubbleberry. It will make you all giggly and warm so you'll have a good time tonight. Right now you look like a complete party pooper."

He sighed and took the hint. Two deep breaths later a smile spread across his face and his shoulders relaxed. "Hell, honey, for what we're getting paid I really shouldn't be so uptight."

"Uh-huh, especially around your ass. I've seen the new dildo Shirley bought to use on you. You'll know what's coming when the crowd starts to 'oo' and 'aw'. Of course, she'll probably fuck me with it first. If you hear me squeal, know you're next!"

A small, private elevator took them to the first floor foyer where the butler and his wife met them.  "Roland, Fiona! So good to see you again." Marilyn jumped into the man's arms and planted a hot, wet kiss on his mouth. 

Fiona pulled the tie loose on Mark's dressing gown and ran her hands down his body. "My goodness, Mark, you've made the transition from guest to gigolo. Does that mean you're off limits to those of lesser income?"

"Fiona, all you have to do is bring Roland over to the house some time. You know we'll be out of our clothes in a trice for the two of you. Ohh . . .!"

Fiona fondled his package a bit more then stepped back with a wicked smile. "Like that, do you? I understand there are several other things you like and I also understand that Shirley has made sure that everyone knows what they are. You, young man, are the centerpiece tonight so let me take your robe. Stand over there next to Tanya and I'll get the oil."

Marilyn had backed up to Roland. She clasped her hands behind his neck exposing her entire body to his roving hands. And he squeezed and groped, she swung her hips left and right across his crotch. "Roland, that feels so good. Do I feel that good to you? You guys really must come for a visit. Mark will tie me up and make me take all three of you on at once, maybe even twice."

"An appealing idea, sweet one, but you're due 'on stage' in a few minutes. Here's your aerosol foreplay. Take a quick snort and I'll get your blindfold on."

Mark stood with his hands raised while Fiona painted mineral oil all over him. She took extra time between his buttocks and when she decided he gleamed properly took a blunt tipped applicator from a velvet bag on a side table. 

"All right, everyone, bend over and spread. You know how fond the guests are of taking your alternate route and we want this to be a comfortable experience for everyone. Especially you, sir. Word has it that the limo will be extra padded for you on the way home. You'll probably need it."

When the blindfolds were in place, the Entertainment heard the big double doors open and felt warm hands lead them into the ballroom. There was a hush and then the crowd began its whispered comments.

"Darling, don't you just love it when the toys are all oiled like that? The way the chandeliers shine on their skin is so tempting. It makes me want to fuck them all!"

"Me, too! And do you see what I bought? It's from Germany. It's designed so that you don't need a harness when you're fucking someone."

"Oh, I've seen those online. Do they really work?"

"Ask Steven. The weekend it came I almost gave him hemorrhoids, I think. It feels so good when you drive it up someone's butt and pull it back out again. And I adore the way they squeak when the flange of the helmet pops out before you jam it in again."

Shirley smiled as she drifted through the crowd. The four objects of tonight's lechery were being suspended in harnesses, as usual. Soon the fondling, the groping and the teasing would begin. Little did they know what was really in store for them, especially Mark.

"Hercule, darling, are the Electrosex™ machines all ready to go?" Shirley stroked her husband under the chin and leered at him.

"Oui, mon amour, I 'ave set them all on low to start. Then we can increase the intensity as the fucking goes on. It will not be long before young Mark completely forgets to care whether 'e is being used by a man or a woman."

Shirley smile broadened. Men are so silly, she thought.  So long as they are trying to get you to do something, they are all about 'If it feels good, do it!' But let someone decide to do something that felt good when done to a man instead of by a man and the guys come all unglued.  This was especially true of young Mark. But he would learn. It wouldn't be too much longer before all it would take is a drink or two for Mark to be willing to spread his cheeks when another man wanted him. It wasn't a question of being 'converted' to bisexuality but of becoming a true submissive. And that was always the mayor's goal for her toys.

Marilyn hung in her harness face down and spread eagled. Someone's hands were 'milking' her dangling breasts and someone else's fingers were rubbing her G-spot and thumbing her clitoris.  An orgasm was building. 

Another hand ran down her back and caressed her buttocks. 

"I remember this one from August," said a male voice. "She'd never had anal sex before that night so Shirley made sure her husband sodomized her first. Then the rest of us had at her." The caress turned to gentle pinches. "And she loved every minute of it, didn't you dear? I'll bet you spent the next day sitting on pillows. Anyway, that's her hubby hanging over there."

"Is it? My, he's a choice one, isn't he?" The second voice was a throaty alto. "I read the stipulations on his contract. Imagine a pro trying to claim that he doesn't do men. He will tonight! I saw Hercule unpacking the Electrosex™ machines. Once that boy is tuned into the wave forms, he'll be so lost anyone will be able to do anything they want to him. I told my Eric to make sure and get in line for him."

"Eric is bi? I never knew that."

"Hmpf! Eric is still trying to say he isn't but he's much quieter about it these days. I just told him that if he wants my ass he has to try out any other I send him to. And if it's some guy, it doesn't matter. You know, I think Eric's almost at the point where I can have some other guy fuck him. Why don't you and Jill stop by some weekend and we'll see. You can tie me down for a gangbang and afterward when you're rested both of you can do him."

Electrosex™ machines? Oh my god, I've heard of those. Are they really going to use those things on Mark? On us?  The sensations in her body took over, sending Marilyn bucking and moaning in her bonds. Quiet applause broke out around her. A warm mouth pressed against her lips driving its tongue deep inside. The tongue slithered over hers, behind her teeth and under and over her lips. Then the tongue withdrew and the mouth sucked hard, pulling her tongue into it. It sucked like a nursing baby. She felt her thighs being spread and another mouth pressed against her pussy, its tongue invading her sex and then running up to tease and violate her ass. Another orgasm started to build.

Mark heard a thump on the floor beside him. It barely registered because both nipples and his cock were being sucked vigorously. Some lusty lady had managed to get high enough to press her pussy against his face and as he sucked and licked he could feel her tremble in anticipation of the coming climax. Have to give the customers their money's worth! At least she doesn't want me to give her dildo a blowjob. I still haven't got the breathing rhythm down for that. I'll just have to have Marilyn coach me. She is so good at it!

Then the familiar chime rang and the crowd quieted.

"Mes amis," Hercule began, "tonight we 'ave added somezing extra to our entertainment. Voila! Be'old the Electrosex™ machines. Tonight we will attach them to our petit playthings. We will start them at a low level and then gradually increase the pulses. When the entertainers 'ave reached a fevered ecstasy we will then join in. Of course, if there are those who simply cannot contain yourselves feel free to take whatever liberties you wish with each other." The crowd laughed appreciatively.

What in the Name is an Electrosex™ machine? Mark was alarmed, suspended and helpless as he was. The answer soon arrived in the sensation of a cool patch on his buttock with a wire that hung down—somewhere. Then his erection was encircled by a cold metal ring. He heard the crowd press in closer. Somewhere in the room a drum roll began and the crowd counted down in a whisper, "Five—four—three—two—one—action!"

The four felt an odd pulsing begin in their genitals. The women felt their labia swell even more and the lubrication flowed. For his part, Mark's erection was the hardest and stiffest he ever felt. He could feel the tension increase but no one was touching his cock anymore. That was frustrating. He would never get release that way, he thought, unless he could somehow manage a 'dry' orgasm. He could do it fucking a woman but hanging here it seemed out of his reach. The pulsing increased, he began to buck writhe in his harness, his face a grimace.

"Oh look at him, dear, he wants it so bad. I think it's time to grease you up, Eric. I want you fucking him, sweetie. Then later you can do me."

Shirley grinned. "He's almost there, dear. Oh look, Eric is going to do him first." She got down on her knees. "I'll just keep you ready until he's done."

"Non,cherie," Hercule clutched Shirley's hair in his hands, "you will entertain me now. Later I may try young Mark again but I 'ave already 'ad 'im and the so-beautiful Marilyn. Per'aps I will plunder Sophie tonight." Holding her head tightly, he began powerful thrusts down the mayor's throat.

Mark felt pressure on his anus. Someone was going to have him. He hoped it was a woman but right now all he wanted was release and when the climax came, it came in waves that crashed over him again and again. The pulsing increased. Vaginas and anuses impaled themselves on his cock, cocks and dildos impaled his ass. Solid, warm things he hoped were dildos pushed into his mouth and down his throat. Still the orgasm rolled until at last he blacked out.



*



Mark woke up, his throat raw and his butt sore. Light streamed through the curtains of his own bedroom, a fact that was puzzling since he didn't remember riding home.  There was a warm body snuggled up next to his and an arm wrapped over him, its hand doing arousing things to his genitals. 

"Oh, good, you're awake," A voice whispered in his ear, "that means we can play, just the two of us."

"Shirley? Where's Marilyn?"

"At my house under my husband, of course. He's undoubtedly porking her this very minute unless he either already has or is about to. I'd do the same thing to you but I'll bet your poor misused backside could stand a rest. So instead, since you're all nice and hard now, how about you roll over and fuck me blue?"



Rented Out Ch. 06



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Mark sat listlessly on the sofa in front of the television. Tonight's news was dull, he thought, and dull news made for a happy society—for everyone else. Mark was among the unhappy. His hot little wife, Marilyn, was at her mother's attending to the broken wrist mother had inadvertently acquired falling off a dirt bike. Mark sympathized and had driven Lynn to the airport the instant she could throw an overnight bag together but sympathy did not make up for loneliness. Worse yet, he was horny—really horny.

He was half-way through the bourbon and soda he'd made in an attempt to dull the feeling when the phone in his pocket buzzed insistently.

"Sylvester's."

"Marky, darling, Marilynn called and told us about her mother's accident and that you were alone for a week. You poor thing! Why don't you come on over to our place for some 'company'?" 

Mark swallowed. Going to the mayor's residence for the evening would certainly cure his horniness but it would come at a cost. As a young journeyman stonemason, Mark had been sent by his employer to discuss a project with Her Honor, Shirley. Over the course of the next week she not only seduced but took possession of him, adding him to her informal harem of virile young lovers. Shirley was his mistress in every sense of the word. She had trained Mark to her satisfaction and then watched him 'escape' into marriage with Marilynn. That escape was but temporary. Over the last year both of them had become Shirley's playthings and had taken up part time prostitution as a hobby—with Shirley directing, of course. Playing with the mayor meant playing by her rules.

"Uh, thanks for the offer, Shirley, but . . ."

"Stud muffin, get your handsome, manly self up, out the door and over here. You've got an itch that needs scratchin' and so do I and so does Hercule. Move it."

Years of conditioning took over. Mark slipped on his loafers, donned a coat and cap and climbed into his pickup, driving on autopilot while his conscious brain kicked and screamed against the idea. It was going to be a long night and he would consider himself lucky if the mayor decided not to try out a new riding crop on him or something. If luck was against him—well, it wouldn't be the first time. Bondage, dominance, dildo harnesses and sex swings, Mark was only too familiar with all of them, from the receiving end! He frequently asked himself why he kept going back. The answer was that Shirley had him wrapped around her little finger—and she was a great lay!

People who went to the mayor's official residence on official or social business all rang the bell on the front door. If you went in the back door, you were there to get laid. There was a place for your clothing so you could enter naked and that's what Mark had learned to do. He was surprised, then, to find in the closet a well-shaped hanger bearing a silk smoking jacket and a pair of pajama bottoms. Pinned to them was a tag with his name. This was new. What was Shirley up to?

Changing into the provided garments, Mark took a deep breath, turned the knob entered. In the rear sitting room he found Shirley and her French husband, Hercule. 

"Ah, there you are lover. We've been waiting impatiently." Shirley took a drag on the mouthpiece of the hookah and handed it to him. "Here, baby, get loosened up. It's going to be a long night."

Hercule rose and handed him large snifter of brandy, then motioned him to sit down on the sofa next to his wife.

Mark looked from one to the other. "So we're doing a threesome tonight? You're entertaining Hercule and me?" He took a deep draw of the smoke and began to feel the effects immediately. This was some strong stuff!

Shirley turned languidly. Her heavy breasts jiggled unfettered beneath the suspenders of her silk jumpsuit. She reached out her hands and grasped the lapels of his smoking jacket, pulling the two of them close together.

"Yes and no, darling. We're doing a threesome tonight but you are entertaining me and Hercule."

"Now wait a minute!" Mark began to protest, "I do women and if I just happen to get done by another man I'm supposed to be blindfolded. You know that."

Shirley pressed two fingers across his lips.

"You hush. Mark," she locked an intense gaze on him, holding him captive with a stare, "stop trying to delude yourself. From the time we started having sex together I've used a dildo harness on you and you love it. Marilynn has learned to use one on you and you love that. The first night we all got together both Hercule and I took advantage of that fine ass of yours and you loved that, even though you didn't know half the time it was my honey. And at the orgy in November your butt made a whole bunch of people feel good. You liked it. Well guess what, baby, at least half those people were guys and your prostate was just as happy with them as with a long chunk of silicone." She leaned her face close to his and whispered, "And way down deep in your brain you know it, don't you? Some people are born bi but anyone can learn to be and you have. Now take another couple of good hits and finish your brandy. You and I will start and Hercule will join us when he can't wait any longer."

She let go of his lapels and slid her hands over his chest and followed them with a long kiss. It started soft but grew more heated and hungry. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, pulling eagerly on it while running her hands through his hair. When she broke the kiss and leaned back slightly, she took his wrist and put the mouthpiece of the water pipe to his lips.

"Come on, Tiger, a big, deep hit and hold it," and as he did she pushed the jacket off his shoulders and pressed herself against his bare chest, licking and nibbling his neck and ears. "And finish that brandy, baby. I want you nice and relaxed . . ."

Across the room Hercule smiled. Watching his wife prepare a young man for their mutual pleasure was always arousing. And this case was particularly satisfying. Mark, more so than any of the other studs in her stable, had resisted the idea that he could enjoy be used by other men. This, Hercule thought, was a great pity because the youth's well muscled, smooth body made him an object of desire not only to women and bisexual/gay men but to men who thought they were straight. What his appeal might be was unclear but it included a natural golden skin, a perfect pair of bubble buttocks and, in Shirley's hands, a boyish submissiveness that made him adorable. Hercule had taken great delight in sodomizing Mark each time the opportunity had been available but had wished that Mark would just acknowledge his desirability and forego the blindfold. Tonight, Shirley had decided, it was time that he did. Hercule felt his manhood begin to respond to the thought.

By now Mark's glass was empty and his jacket was a pile of cloth around his hips. Shirley straddled his thighs, one suspender fallen to her elbow leaving a breast bare for Mark to suckle ravenously. She pushed herself away, dropped the other strap and stood up, looming over him. She undid the drawstring at her waist letting the garment fall to the floor and reached down to undo Mark's.

"Lift, Marky, it's time you were naked. Yes, just like that and oh look at your cock! He's in the mood, isn't he?" She bent down and took the helmet between her lips. Sucking strongly, she ran her hand up and down the shaft, making him moan. "You always did like that, baby, but now I think I've got something else you want. Come on, honey, right over here where you can push that lovely thing inside me where it wants to be."

She took him by the hand and led him over to a full length cushion on the floor by fireplace. She lay down on her back with her thighs apart and pulled Mark down on top. He took a breast in each hand and squeezed, making her gasp and then moan as he sucked hard on one nipple and twisted the other. Hercule's smile broadened as he removed his smoking jacket and undid the drawstring on his trousers. Mark's ass was up and looking very inviting. Not for the first time the Frenchman wondered to himself whether he was actually bisexual or whether he just had an anal fixation. Other men's cocks held little interest for him but the butt on a fit young man was as appealing as one on a luscious woman, as Shirley had discovered within a week of their marriage. Introducing her to the joys of sodomy was one of his best memories of those times.

"Shirley," Mark murmured, "you're a witch, an evil, wicked, nasty—irresistible witch."

"I know, stud muffin," she chortled deep in her throat, "and you are the most delectable and delectably obedient man. You'll always do just what I tell you, even though you think you should resist. You can't. I like that in a man. Now fuck me, Mark. Take me long and slow. Enjoy every minute of it because I want to see the pleasure on your face. It makes me cum."

They moaned a duet as he penetrated her then started humming and whimpering together. Shirley's nails wrote erotic calligraphy on his back for long minutes until she shouted out in orgasm. She pressed her thighs together, trapping his solid member in a tight grip.

"Straddle my legs, Mark. It's Hercule's turn."

Mark swallowed but as Shirley predicted, he obeyed. Hercule nodded in approval. Shirley held Mark tight to her body with her arms and was, he knew, squeezing his phallus with her interior muscles. The chap was going nowhere. Hercule leisurely opened a condom package and slipped it down over his erection. Dribbling lubricant onto the palm of his hand, he spread it copiously over the latex. If this had been a newcomer to anal sex or a nervous woman, he would have spent a proper amount of time massaging and relaxing her. But Mark's anus was experienced. Regularly over the last few years it has provided delight to his wife and Hercule's and assorted men and women of the town's economic and political elite. He knelt down onto the mattress.

Mark felt the weight of the man behind him. Shirley tightened her hold around his chest as Hercule's big left hand took hold of Mark's hip. However much he still might wish to break and run, he was pinned between them with no escape. Yielding to the inevitable, Mark pushed out and felt Hercule's cock slide between his buttocks and up his ass.

"There now, honey, doesn't that feel just wonderful?" Shirley whispered gleefully in his ear. "We have you now, Marky, just the way we want you. Now, you hold still. Don't move. We're gonna make you cum, Herc and I, in a way you've never cum before. It will be great, darling, and you'll want us to do it again."

Hercule began to thrust. The nerves in Mark's rectum sent delicious shivers to his brain at the same time Shirley's contractions did the same for his manhood. And every time Hercule bumped the prostate gland, little sparks of delight burst behind Mark's eyes. Shirley was right. They were going to make him cum. The couple was in no hurry, they didn't have to be. They were taking Mark up to the very edge and then they would push him over, he could feel it. He started to whimper softly.

"Yeah, baby, that's what we want to hear. Now you know how I feel when two men are doing me, how Marilynn will feel when you and Hercule fuck her together. There's nothing like it, honey. Come on, Marky, pant. Build yourself up."

The dam burst and Mark screamed in ecstasy, jetting his load into his mistress over and over until he, with a whimper, collapsed totally spent. Hercule, still solidly erect, withdrew to let Shirley gently roll Mark off with a kiss. Then she rolled more, onto her belly, and arched her back, lifting her hips and spreading her legs.

"Watch this, Marky. Hercule's gonna pound my ass a good one. It may even get you excited enough to start over again. Ohh!" Shirley grunted as Hercule, kneeling behind her, leaned forward, pushed his cock against her anus and pushed. In a single thrust he was in to the hilt, his pelvis slapping against her butt. He put his hand on either side of her and with a snarl began to drive into her grunting with the effort. Shirley started to whine then to wail and finally yelled out, "Yesssss, oh gawd yes! Come on, you horn dog, shoot it in me!" until Hercule groaned and dropped exhausted onto her back. 

Shirley turned a sleep smile towards Mark. "Go shower, honey, and then come upstairs to bed. I told Marilynn we were taking her lonely little lost hubby in until she gets back. You sleep with us tonight."

"But I have to go to work tomorrow."

"I know. So we're turning in early tonight so you can get up early enough to go home and get your tools and stuff. Tonight you pack an overnight bag and come back here for dinner, y'hear?"

Mark smiled ruefully, "Do I have a choice?"

"No."