2 comments/ 41284 views/ 14 favorites Sally's Ch. 01 By: seat542 This is the first part of a series, thus Part I (duh). As with most of my stories I take time to build a setting. Please stick with it. Part II is in the works, but I'd like to know if there is any thing in particular the readers are interested in. This story involves a bit of cross dressing, a start of Sapphic love, the sharing of cum, and golden showers. If this isn't your cup of tea (or pee) then respectfully move on. The series will build and become bolder in its content. Constructive feedback is always welcome as well as kudos and high ratings... *********************** I need to preface this story with a bit of an epiphany which struck during its writing. No one really cares about Brad Williams' (me) rocky road of life. Still there is some background info you need to know in order to understand the events which led up to that fateful day four years ago. My wife and I met in college. She was a senior and I a junior. We fucked everyday and SURPRISE she got pregnant. We married. I quit school and got a job working nights for a shipping company. Deb was brilliant and got the vast amount of law school paid for via scholarships. I kept food on the table and a roof over our heads. Upon graduation from law school, Deb landed a great job with a big time law firm. I went back to night school and finished my degree. I got a decent job as an inside sales associate with a fairly large sized, private company which produced precision machine parts. We both worked hard and soon led two different lives. The only real time we spent together was on holidays and then it was with other family members. Our son's life was totally controlled by Deb and she pushed him through boarding school, college and out of the house. Deb controlled literally everything in our lives. As a married couple, I owned nothing but my car, my clothes and my computer. Everything else was in her name. Sex was non-existent between us. That doesn't mean there wasn't sex—just not between us. I was fairly sure she was having an affair with a fellow attorney, Rory Wilson. I put in so many hours at work, jerking off was my main source of satisfaction. When I tired of doing things myself I'd visit the local massage parlor for a hand job. This all changed with the explosion of the internet, a job promotion to District Sales Manager, its associated business travel, and my growing paycheck which was nearly all mine. As I said, Deb took care of everything; I just paid a few bills, bought groceries, and the rest was mine. Since I wasn't in the market for a wife or an affair; I explored the professional scene when I traveled. Do I need to explain how great the net is for these resources? The more I surfed, looked, and played, the more I got into the nooks and crannies of my fantasies. Over time, I developed a nice network of fetish scene players in various cities, spanning a vast array of scenes. This all came tumbling down four years ago when Deb discovered my collection of porn and fetish interests. I made the fatal mistake of leaving my 'personal' jump drive in the USB port of my computer. It was the excitement of getting last minute Sox's/Yankee's tickets which caused me to let my guard down. I was in such a hurry to get going, I never went back to the study to shut things down. By the time I came back from the game, our marriage was shut down. Deb confronted me, and I didn't try to bullshit her. I came clean and that ended that. I never slept in the house again. Deb gave me one day to gather my belongings and clear out. Luckily for me she didn't pack for me or go on a house search because she wouldn't have liked what she would have found. Over the years I had amassed quite a collection of toys, panties, movies, and other items of pleasure. The divorce was quick and took less than two months from start to finish. I was painted as a pervert and got nothing. As our son was a college graduate there wasn't a custody issue. Deb did a great job of making me look like shit to everyone we knew. Somehow details of Deb's findings found there way into my workplace and the nickname of 'panty boy' spread like wildfire. The one thing in my favor was the attention Deb brought to herself while trying to destroy me. As it turned out, I was right about Rory Wilson. The day our divorce was final, he moved in with Deb. I was living in small, but nice, furnished one bedroom flat. The 'panty boy' nickname really bothered me. It's true; I've worn nothing but panties since I left the house. However, I had worked too hard becoming a DSM (District Sales Manager) to let a 'rumor' take it all away. Fred Atkins was the chief perpetrator of the rumor. As a fellow DSM, he tried his best to spread rumors about anyone standing in his way to becoming the NSM (National Sales Manger). I knew I needed to shut him up or I would be ruined. This is the type of 'rumor' people love to escalate. About three months after the 'rumor' started, the Sales and Marketing Team was gathered for a quarterly meeting. I was the last one into the room and I heard Fred snicker as I took my seat. I distinctly heard 'panty boy' being whispered in the background. As Don Mason, the owner and NSM brought the meeting to order, he asked if there were any open issues which needed mention. For some reason he looked directly at me. From out of nowhere I got a shot of adrenaline and seized the moment. Clearing my throat, I said I had something to say. Standing I began, "As most of you are aware, four months ago Deb and I went our separate ways. As most of you are also aware, the day our divorce was final Rory Wilson moved in with Deb. I don't know how the rumor of 'panty boy' started, but I do know Deb has gone out of her way to paint me as a pervert of some sort." Looking around the table I could see all eyes bouncing back and forth between Fred and myself. I continued as Fred was being ID'ed by everyone. "I've asked myself why Deb was doing this and the only explanation I could come up with was to legitimize Rory's move in. Obviously she was having an affair with him for quite some time and frankly I don't care. Good for them. May they live a life of happiness." All eyes were on me at this point and it was time for the kill. "Fred, I am going to once and for all end this 'panty boy' rumor. When I drop my pants, if I am wearing panties then everyone will know it is true. If I am not, then everyone will know it isn't true." The gasp from the group was electric as I started to unbuckle my belt. Don Mason stepped in. "Brad, that won't be necessary. I think we all get your point." Not wanting to lose momentum I added, "Listen, I am trying to forge a new life for myself. I haven't asked anyone here for help. But what I don't need are slanderous rumors. I am being honest when I say if I hear them again, I will press charges. It is not something I want to do. I just want to get on with life." Looking directly at Fred I finished, "Do you understand?" Fred simply nodded. Don firmly added one last point, "If I hear any more rumors, those involved will be terminated immediately. Have I made myself clear?" The silence and Fred's bright crimson face indicated all understood. What was so ironic about the showdown was first: Fred could break me in half. At 6'2" and built like a Navy Seal, Fred was Mr. Macho. My 5'10" runners frame was in stark contrast to his. The second piece of irony was my white, lace-top panties. I was calling everyone's bluff. Thank god, Don came to my rescue. The meeting started and before long the atmosphere was somewhat normal. There were the occasional glances; but for the most part it seemed like a typical meeting. There was one thing which took me by surprise; a note slipped to me by Olivia Laraway, the company's Office Manager. Olivia was a conservative woman who had been with the company just over a year. She was responsible for coordinating everything including invoices, expenses, payroll, orders, etc. Olivia was brought on so Don could just 'wheel-and-deal'—as he put it. Most people considered Olivia the company watch dog; especially Fred. She had rejected his expense reports numerous times; had him redo his sales projections because, as Olivia put it, 'excessive fluff and bull-shit,' and generally clamped down on any waste of the company's money. On the contrary, I found Olivia to be fair, pleasant, and friendly towards me. We took care of business when in the office but we still exchanged pleasantries and even had a few conversations about 'non work' topics on company time. She did keep to herself and did appear to be watching how people spent their time in the office. This characteristic made most of the staff uncomfortable. When I would see her staring at me I just smiled, she returned the smile, and then we went back to work. Because of her buttoned up look and this watchful eye, people thought her to be standoffish. There was another thought about Olivia also. Rumor had it (Fred) she was a lesbian. This was another unproven office rumor. So when Olivia passed me a folded sheet of paper, I simply thought it business. Opening it I was amazed to read the one word message: "BRAVO!" My one word reply was merely "Thanks!" Equally surprising was Olivia's next note which read, "Drinks Later?" Up to this point I hadn't really looked at her. I didn't want to draw anyone's attention, but with this invite I turned towards her. Olivia was wearing a devilish half smile. The gleam in her hazel eyes caused a stir in my loins and brought a similar half smile to me. There was something alluring about her. "Delighted" read my reply and this ended the note passing. The meeting was over promptly at 5pm and many people headed home. Olivia grabbed her coat and headed out the door along with everyone else. I thought she forgot but when I got back to my desk there was the note we passed with one last message written on it, "Sally's @ 7" A small grin came over me. Sally's was a notoriously gay establishment. Meeting at 7 meant I had time to get home, prepare, and head out. This was interesting. Driving home I was getting nervous. So many thoughts rushed through my mind. Were Fred's rumors true about Olivia? After all, mine were true. Why did she pick Sally's? How should I dress? Why 7 and not right after work? I would need a drink to calm my nerves. Entering the partment, I poured a small glass of Chardonnay and headed to the bath, sipping as I went. Shaving extra close, I started thinking about Olivia. She was always dressed conservatively; typically neutral business suits which did not invite a second glance. I really couldn't tell if Olivia was a B, C, or D sized woman. I did know she wasn't obese, but again I couldn't tell you if her body was that of a dancer or of the middle aged woman she appeared to be. Her hair was always in a bun. It was jet black without a trace of grey. Again I wasn't sure if it was natural or salon enhanced. This train of thought continued in the shower. Olivia's skin was a creamy alabaster. A black pair of glasses was the only thing which completed her office outfit. Her eyebrows were hidden behind them, and I wasn't sure of their shape or size. She wore little to no make-up and I don't think she ever wore lipstick. This woman was a well kept secret indeed. The more I thought about her, the more intrigued and aroused I became. I couldn't shake the notion that Olivia invited me to meet her at a gay establishment. This alone had me prepping myself more than usual. Even though I had no idea what the evening had in store, I prepared for sex. Grabbing the hair removal cream, I smoothed it over my body to ensure there was no hair or stubble. Even though I was never very hairy, I kept my body smooth eve since the breakup. It made me feel sensuous and I loved the way my clothes felt on my body; both my male and female clothing. After the cream was rinsed away, I spent a few minutes fingering my anus for no other reason than I love the feeling three or four fingers (or a dildo or cock for that matter) produce in my ass. It keeps me in an aroused state. It was one of the kinky little interests I developed over the years. Not wanting to get myself too worked up, I did a final rinse and dried off. The wine had mellowed me and I was now feeling a bit vampish. I applied a lightly scented, lavender talc to my body and dusted my nipples and areolas with pink rouge---a habit picked up from a Madame in New Orleans. The act alone is highly erotic. It also turns me on to have a secret underneath while looking normal to the outside. With my body piqued, it was time for the final touches. Walking into my bedroom I went to my intimates' drawer and selected a pair of jet-black, self stay, thigh highs and a matching colored pair of lace panties. I watched myself in the mirror as I slowly and sensuously pulled them on. What a wonderful feeling. The stockings were so smooth on my hairless legs and the panties encased my cock lustfully. As Sally's seemed to be a casual place, I put on my tight jeans—a pair which accentuated my ass. I wore a starched, tapered, white shirt and left the top two buttons open. I did a finger comb of my hair, leaving my brown locks slightly tossed. The final touch was a pair of regular, thin black socks and my black loafers. The look in the mirror was perfect. It was right down the middle of the gender line with just a hint of fem. I grabbed my short black leather jacket and headed out the door. Walking to my car I could feel my cock being held in place by my panties and the smooth movement of the jeans over my nylons; how arousing. But there was another aspect about women's intimates which turns me on. One can look demure to the public while still being trashy underneath. It's a woman's secret to keep or to share. I wondered if Olivia had a secret to share. Sally's was a relaxing fifteen minute drive. But I was still nervous. It's not like I hadn't dressed like this before or frequented similar places when out of town. I just had a feeling drinks with Olivia was going to be more than just 'Bravo.' Pulling in, I parked along the side of the building just to be away from the mainstream. The lot was fairly full but the bar area was wide open when I entered. Sally's was made up primarily of private booths. These were all on the left side of the establishment with the first row facing the bar. They reminded me of cross between private dining and the viewing area of an adult video store. Each booth was separated by high dark oak walls about five feet high and finished off with heavy two foot drapes around the sides and back. The front had a floor length curtain which could be closed for privacy. Many of the tables had theirs drawn shut. The booth tables were a three-quarter circle with the flat end in front for the server. The seating was padded bench seats and looked very comfortable. The lighting was low and perfect for intimate conversations. I didn't get the feeling Olivia was waiting in a booth; nor did I think it polite to look for her in each one. So I walked across the empty dance floor towards the large U shaped bar. The bar area took up the front half of the right side and I could imagine the place rockin' on week-ends and special party nights. Behind the bar appeared to be a small kitchen. Servers were coming and going in a non-hurried, laid back manner. I really liked the place and thought it a good setting to meet someone. Taking a seat at the bar, one of the servers, a stunning blonde dressed in cowgirl denim, came over for my order. Her smile made me feel at ease and she quickly had a Chardonnay in front of me. While she was pouring I couldn't help but admire her shapely legs stretching out of the cowgirl boots all the way up and into her denim shorts. Her ass was perfect. The western checker-board print shirt tied seductively under her breasts was another eye catcher. Her blonde pony-tail gave the impression she could go from work to play with the removal of a hair band. For a moment I forgot about Olivia. How I so adored women, I was jealous of how they could present themselves. Their breasts, hips, and smooth skin gave them such a natural canvas. Taking a sip I wondered what this young lady's kink was. Glancing at my watch it was now 7:15 and I started to worry. The server noticed this and approached as if to ask a question. "Your name wouldn't happen to be Brad would it?" When I nodded in confirmation, she continued, "Olivia just called and asked me to tell you she was sorry for running late." Pointing to a booth in the first row towards the end, she added, "She said she'd meet you in that booth in about 5 minutes." I felt better, while being more nervous than ever. I ordered another wine and pulled out my wallet to pay. The server waived me off saying it was on the house. She also brought over two Chardonnays stating it was Olivia's drink of choice also. Thanking the server, I took the drinks over to the booth. It was a great booth as it was secluded without needing the curtain drawn. I positioned my self at the end of the booth so Olivia could see me. No sooner had I taken a seat, the front door opened and in walked Olivia. She walked right to the bar. The 'cow-girl' server went up to her and Olivia leaned over the bar and gave her a more than friendly kiss on the lips saying, "Thanks, Kim. I owe you." Kim returned the kiss and then pointed to the booth replying, "No problem, girlfriend. Enjoy." As Olivia approached the table, I was overwhelmed. This was not the Olivia Laraway from work. Yes it was Olivia, but now I knew why she chose 7pm. And from the kiss I just saw, I now knew why she picked Sally's. My eyes were treated to a most sensual woman. Kim made one last comment as Olivia approached me smiling. "You were right. He is a dreamy guy. Have fun." Olivia was dressed completely in black. Her black bomber jacket was open and the collar pulled up. She wore a black blouse which was also open--two buttons too low and the small pink rose of her black bra was clearly visible as she walked. Her hair was shoulder length and flowing. The glasses were gone and her eyes were green; not hazel. Her skin was still alabaster but now highlighted with soft pink cheeks, rose eye shadow, and red-red lipstick. My heart skipped a beat. Her pants were black, tapered leather to match her jacket and hugged her legs seductively. They were met by a pair of stiletto heeled, pointed toe, ankle high boots. My cock was beginning to stir at the sight of her. Olivia extended her hand when she got to the booth. Her nails matched the red-red of her lips. I took her hand and started to rise. Olivia just slid in next to me while still holding my hand. The smile on her face was incredible and all I could do was smile back, as the words 'Oh My God' swooned around in my head. Wasting no time, Olivia began an unnecessary, but sincere apology all while holding my hand in her lap. Actually it was against her mound and her other hand covered and uncovered mine as she spoke. "Brad, I am so very sorry for making you wait. It just took longer than I thought to get ready. A girl has so much more to do than a guy, wouldn't you say?" I was speechless but memories of my prep time came flooding back. "We have so much to talk about, but before we get started we need to clear up two things." Olivia's free hand went to the back of my head and pulled my face towards hers. I could see her eyes closing and mouth opening a second before mine did. We feel into a deep French kiss. Her tongue snaked over mine and worked it to perfection. My cock was growing rapidly and straining against my panties. The kiss went on for quite a while before Olivia pulled back. "There, now you know I am not a lesbian, but rather bi-sexual. The second item is a question for you. What color were your panties today?" Sally's Ch. 01 My face flushed in embarrassment and my free hand went to pick up the Chardonnay. Olivia stopped me. "Brad, don't be embarrassed. I find a man in panties to be so hot. The thought of it turn's me on, so tell me the truth, what color were they?" "White," I stammered. Olivia's next question came slowly, softly, and with an evil grin. "And what color are they now?" "Black." This time my voice was a bit more confident. Olivia left go of my hand. She placed one hand behind my head as her mouth attacked mine again. Her other hand went to my crotch to find my cock. It wasn't difficult to find and she started to fondle it through my pants and panties while pushing it flat against me, relieving the strain. Interrupting our kiss for just a moment, Olivia looked at me seductively while stroking my cock. A moment later her tongue started to fuck my mouth. I was overwhelmed with lust and my hand went to Olivia's breast. They were ample; 'B' cups blessed with large thick, pierced nipples. I pinched them and could feel the piercing rod through her shirt and bra. Olivia moaned into my mouth. We both knew it was way too early to get this aroused and broke from our heated lust. We were a bit dazed but understood things had just begun. As our thoughts settled, we picked up our wine and toasted. Setting our glasses down, we heard Kim's voice, "Whoa. I've seen some hot necking in this place, but you guys are making my panties wet. I came over here to see if you wanted another drink, but..." Olivia cut her off with a chuckle, "Kim you are such a perverted horny girl. Yes we'll have another round, but come here first." She pulled Kim into the booth and started Frenching her as only two women can. The sight of two sensuous women kissing a few inches away did nothing to ease my swollen cock. When they finished, Olivia pushed Kim out of the booth telling her, "When you come back make sure you properly introduce yourself to Brad." Olivia picked up her glass, looked at me, and coyly remarked, "I told you I was bi-sexual." We took a couple of healthy sips knowing Kim would be back in a minute or two. Olivia broke the ice. "If you are anything like me, your head is probably spinning right now and not from the wine. All day I thought about what I was going to say; what I was going to do; how I was going to dress; and believe me, I had no clue what I would do until I stepped through the door." Pausing to reflect for a moment, Olivia went on. "I did know I wasn't going to waste much time playing shy." Touching my hand, she looked deeply into my eyes and continued, "Brad, I know this seems incredibly forward, but I think we share many of the same interests. And by the end of the evening I'm sure you'll feel the same way." I wasn't shocked or taken aback. It was more of awe for this new Olivia. The one I knew at work was nice enough, but the Olivia sitting next to me was more than I could imagine. Our work styles were very compatible and these first few 'social' minutes had us....well.... very compatible. I chuckled slightly as the thought about how my twenty-two years of marriage to Deb began---the three week fuck-a-thon and then pregnancy. Was this another 'long term' relationship starting even faster? Olivia asked if something was wrong. With a tight lipped grin, I shook my head 'No' and leaned in to kiss her. Pulling her head gently into mine, our mouths opened as we fell into another deep kiss. Softly I took some of Olivia's hair in my hand giving me control of her head. I slowly moved it as my mouth and tongue explored hers. When Kim returned with our wine neither Olivia nor I were aware of her presence. Kim just slipped into the booth and sandwiched me between herself and Olivia. Without the slightest sign of inhibition, she spooned in behind me. Placing her mouth next to my ear, I could feel the warmth of her breath along with the cool, wetness of her tongue starting to lick around it. My state of arousal sky-rocketed as Kim started speaking. "Olivia told me to properly introduce myself and this seems to be the only way since you are so involved with each other." Her tongue darted into my ear between breaths; sending shivers through me. "My full name is Kimberly Marie Hartwig, but as you know I go by Kim." Olivia heard this and cut the kiss short. Kim continued, "I have to get back to work, but do allow ME one kiss before I go." Putting a hand behind my head and she pulled me deeply into a French kiss. She then slid out of the booth leaving us numb and horny. With a flick of her wrist and a sway of her hips she walked away saying, "Duty calls, but I'll be back." Olivia and I looked at her and broke out in a light laugh. After a few sips of wine, we re-gathered our composure. An effortless and direct conversation began as we talked for nearly three hours. The topics ranged from college, to careers, to former mates/spouses, and even into some of sexual interests. We learned so much about each other, and nothing we shared appeared to sound an alarm in either of us. I'll save the personal background info for later; but there was one part of our conversation which was of special interest. It involved my ex, Deb, and a meeting she had with Don and Olivia. Olivia had been with the company about eight months when Deb threw me out of the house and started her quest to ruin me. Deb had arranged a meeting with Don Mason to discuss some 'items of interest' he needed to know about me. Don invited Olivia to the meeting since she was the Office Manager. Deb told them everything and she even went as far as asking him to fire me. To top it off she said she would provide the legal counsel pro-bono. "Brad, she was vicious. She tore you apart telling us everything she saw on your computer. It disgusted her, but the more she spoke, the more aroused I became. I was secretly learning about your kinks without you knowing. The icing was when she spat on the carpet saying 'That pervert even has pictures of people peeing and having sex in their own waste.' " Things were falling into place and Olivia's boldness was more of a well thought out plan. She knew about me, and thus she could be forward without putting too much at risk. Still that was months ago, so I wondered why the delay. Olivia continued, "Don had heard enough. He stood up to leave and explained you were a good employee and saw no reason to terminate you. Your ex was a bit shocked and wondered how someone could keep such a pervert on their staff. Don was pretty firm and told her that every person has a right to enjoy life however they see fit." The next part brought things full circle. "As we walked out of Don's office your ex motioned towards you and said, 'If 'panty boy' ever gets out of line, call me and I have termination papers for you that day.' Of course Fred Atkins was walking by and he was all ears when he heard 'panty-boy.' Don was so pissed off but somehow kept his cool. He thanked her for coming by and when the door closed behind her; he looked at me and said, 'What a bitch.' " Olivia then explained she began to watch me with special interest. She found me to be pleasant from the first day we meet; even before the break-up. The way I treated everyone told her I was an open and tolerant person. Now she was looking for things deeper and noticed my body hair was gone. She also noticed lines in my trousers which, to the untrained eye, would simply appear to be underwear. But she knew they were the panty lines. Somehow she needed to break the ice with me and today's meeting was her chance. We started laughing about my bluff and how lucky I was Don stepped in. Olivia commented on not liking to mix work with pleasure but she was pleased "Fred the asshole" had been taken down a peg or two. She meant it when she wrote "Bravo." It also gave her the opening she was looking for. There was a bit of a lull. We had come back to the beginning; but with new knowledge about each other. The silence was our discerning about the next step. Olivia picked up her glass and began slowly swirling the wine around inside of it. Staring into the golden hue she asked, "Do you really enjoy watersports?" Her gaze never left the wine as she waited for my answer. My heart skipped a beat as this was a crossroads question. It was time to keep the vow I made to myself when Deb and I parted. Do not settle for the mundane in a partner ever again. With a deep sigh I looked directly at Olivia and began. While I spoke, Olivia's eyes never left the swirling wine. "Olivia, I adore golden nectar. There is something so intimate, so raw, so warm, and so lewd about it." If something was going to happen between us, then all of our kinks and fetishes needed to be known. "I am not sure why you asked about this particular interest? For many it's a perversion, but for me it's highly erotic. My style is sensually erotic. All activities are meant to enhance and never degrade. Golden nectar is but another way to enjoy each other. I call it the nectar of the Goddess and of the Gods." Still, without lifting her eyes Olivia questioned, "Have you ever consumed it?' My words were slow and deliberate, "With incredible lust and whenever the opportunity presents itself." I knew then I was but a few moments from consuming Olivia's piss. My hand went to her chin and calmly lifted her head. Olivia's lust filled eyes lifted and she subconsciously licked her lips. There was deeper craving overtaking her now. She took our glasses and placed them on the ledge at the top of the booth and then reached below the table. Olivia's hand found a latch and the table folded forward, opening up the booth. Standing, Olivia drew the privacy curtain shut. Looking down at me, Olivia unzipped her leather pants. I hadn't noticed when she walked in, but the seam went from the front to the back, thus exposing her private areas without needing to remove her clothes. Not a word was spoken as Olivia sat back down and I went to my knees between her parted legs. Her lily white pussy was hairless with the exception of a well groomed patch on her mound. The pinkness of her lips glistened in her excitement and would soon be glistening even more in her nectar. I opened my mouth and positioned my face a few inches from her vagina. The Mistresses had taught me never to touch unless invited. Not only did Olivia invite, she demanded by gabbing my hair and pulling my head into her. Instinctively I began to gently lick the outside and inside of her lips, collecting and savoring her essence. Olivia knew what she wanted and used both hands to guide my mouth onto her clit. As I sucked on it, it began to grow. Olivia's moans were soft but deep. She kept urging my actions and the more I sucked the larger her clit became. It was turning into a small, thick cock. My tongue flicked it as I sucked. Olivia's body started shaking and then went very tense; her hands holding me tightly to her cunt. With a couple of low grunts, her pussy exploded with piss and cum. I lapped, slurped and drank as much as I could. Her flow was so strong I was unable to consume it all. My shirt and pants became drenched with Olivia. She bucked in an orgasmic spasm and let go of my hair. She needed her arms to move freely in her overwhelmed state. I matched my actions to her body's reaction. As it slowed, I went from eagerly sucking to gently licking the thick, salty mixture from her lips. My tongue circled over her enlarged clit on each stroke. A slight shudder went through her each time I touched her swollen bud. I sensuously cleaned her; enjoying every drop and taste she produced. After a few minutes, one of Olivia's hands came to a rest on my head. It was a sign she was done—for now. I got up and sat next to her. There was a smile on her face as she rested with closed eyes. I was also smiling and reached up to get our glasses from the ledge. My movements caused Olivia to open her eyes and she gladly took her glass. With a clink of her glass, I raised and finished mine. I then stood and stepped out of my shoes. Unfastening my belt and unzipping my pants, I allowed them to fall to the floor. Standing in front of Olivia in jet-black thigh highs and matching jet-black panties was one of the most erotic moments of my life. My cock was hard and thick, producing a rather large bulge of carnal desire. Olivia's eyes started to glaze over again. She set her glass aside and then started rubbing her wet, swollen pussy. I pulled my cock from out of the panties and placed the empty wine glass at its head. Relaxing just a bit, I began to fill it with my nectar. Olivia took control. Keeping one hand on her pussy, she took hold of my cock with the other, and aimed it at her open mouth. I couldn't stop my stream and it coated her clothing and face on its way to her mouth. Having me piss in her mouth wasn't enough. Olivia engulfed my cock. The urine stopped as it hardened and the quest was now for my white nectar. It wasn't far behind. My balls started to convulse as she fucked me with her mouth. As my moaning increased so did Olivia's desire. She broke only once from my cock to look me in the eye and demanded, "Give me your cum." Her hand was stroking me hard as her words hissed from mouth. Her lips went to my cock head as she now used both hands to stroke my shaft. Her eyes were glued to mine and the look told me to fill her mouth with my seed. A few strokes later I erupted, filling her with copious amounts of stringy cum. It oozed from her lips and from around my shaft as she now worked my entire cock with her mouth. Olivia took my coated cock and started rubbing it around her face. She was covering it with my seed as she worked to coax the remaining trickles from it. When she was sure my balls were empty she pulled me down next to her and began a sensuous assault on my mouth. If it wasn't for the fact our faces were covered in each other's cum and piss, it could have passed for a tender moment between two lovers. Olivia's tongue pushed my cum onto mine as they danced lustfully together. Breaking from the kiss, Olivia took the nearly full glass of my nectar I was still holding and drank from it. Keeping it in her mouth, she moved her lips to mine and streamed it into mine. After I swallowed, I repeated the action with Olivia. We finished my piss and then the rest of her wine in the same manner. We were now a complete mess, but there was a bond building between us. We knew there was so much more to come. Olivia kissed me gently and said, "Let's go back to my place." My smile was the only reply necessary. I knew Olivia was correct. We did share many of the same interests and I was sure we were going to find out just how many shared interests there were." ....to be continued Sally's Ch. 02 This should be read as a series, but sometimes series can be very time consuming, so here is a bit of a summary in case you didn't read Part I. If you did read it, jump to the text just after the stars. As always, feedback and requests are appreciated. Please vote too—5's are very much desired. As they say in Chicago---vote early and often. Illinois---where your former governor will make your license plate! (The last three are all convicted!) Summary After 22 years my wife found my porn collection and dumped me. She was a powerful attorney and wanted to destroy me. She even went to my employer and told them about my fetishes, demanding they fire me. Our office manager, Olivia Laraway, was in the meeting and had interests similar to mine. She began a four month process of watching me and putting plans in place. At today's sales meeting, I needed to quell a rumor of being panty-boy (albeit true). Olivia took the opportunity to say Bravo and ask me out for drinks. She selected Sally's---a notoriously gay establishment. We talked for hours and had torrid wet sex in one of the private booths. Our waitress, Kim---a close friend of Olivia's, shared a few moments of kink with us as well. Olivia asked me back to her place and this is where Part II kicks in. ********** We were now a complete mess, but there was a bond building between us. We knew there was so much more to come. Olivia kissed me gently and said, "Let's go back to my place." My smile was the only reply necessary. I knew Olivia was correct. We did share many of the same interests and I was sure we were going to find out just how many shared interests there were." ....to be continued We put ourselves and the booth back together. If no one paid attention to us, we'd be able to just walk out. So much for that idea. Pulling back the curtain there stood Kim with a look of deep lust. It was obvious she knew what we did. She probably watched it all too. With a desperate, almost pleading voice Kim begged, "I'd like to come over after my shift tonight?" Olivia looked at her and then to me. Even though I wanted to spend time exploring Olivia, the thought of having Kim join us was enticing. Taking my hand Olivia gave Kim a sultry, sassy look as we started for the door. Kim stood there with a hurt look about her. The devilish grin Olivia wore told me she knew Kim was watching. The way her hips swayed sent a message of things to come. I opened the door for us and Olivia made a sexy turn and looked back at Kim. "See you when you're done." Kim's look went from disappointment to delight. Olivia blew Kim a kiss and threw her the car keys. Turning towards me, she told me it was going to be a long night. Obviously I was driving. On the way, Olivia said she told the office we were out for the rest of the week visiting customers. It wasn't uncommon for her to travel with the District Sales Managers, so no one would be suspicious. As it only Wednesday night, if things went right, we'd have four days and five nights together before needing to be back in the office. This had to be a dream. Olivia's place was thirty minutes away and we spent the time chatting about Sally's. She really liked it because everyone was different had had unique interests. "We'll go back tomorrow night. Thursdays are really jumping." Olivia only mentioned Kim's name once saying I will really like her. Following Olivia's directions, I pulled onto a lane between some fencing. The full moon illuminated the curvy, tree lined way. It led to the front turn-about of a rather large, two story estate house. Sensing my thoughts, Olivia nonchalantly explained she came from money. Her place was huge and I half expected servants. Again, Olivia was a step ahead of me saying she lived there alone because of her lifestyle interests. I wasn't completely sure what she meant but I knew I was going to find out. Putting the car in park, Olivia leaned over and kissed me tenderly and then gave my lips a quick lick with her tongue. "Let's go inside and get out of these wet things and into something more comfortable." A few thoughts raced into my mind. Olivia seductively placed a finger on lips and said, "Dirty boy." We both laughed and I got out of the car and opened Olivia's door. Offering my hand, Olivia accepted it and swung her legs out of the car. She had already unzipped her pants and the light of the moon sparkled off of her wet pussy. Standing she pulled me to her and took me with deep kiss. She literally wrapped her legs around mine as she began to moan. Without warning a torrent of her nectar began to soak through my pants and flow down my stocking clad legs. The shock of Olivia pissing on me triggered my bladder and we drenched ourselves in our golden fluids while our tongues danced in each other's mouth. Empty, we headed toward the front door. Olivia told me to strip as she had already started. "Leave your clothes on the bench. It will tell Kim how to dress for our little party." My cock was thickening as we stripped. Both of us watched the other; voyeurs in the night. Olivia's creamy white skin was even more pronounced by the full moon. Her body was that of a well maintained middle aged woman—a bit fuller---but still very nice. She was free of markings with the exception of the bars piercing each nipple. Her breasts were indeed B cups as I thought. Each nipple was about three quarters of an inch long and nearly as thick. She had no areolas to speak of; Olivia was all nipples. I was becoming very aroused. Olivia told me to leave my stockings and panties on top of my clothes; again for Kim's benefit. As I stepped out of my lingerie, Olivia took hold of my cock and kissed....no...bit my lip hissing, "I've got plenty inside for you to wear." Olivia unlocked the door and we entered. "I'll give you the quick tour...there is so much too see." Olivia went to a master switch panel and the house came alive; bathed in soft lighting Her place was gorgeous. The foyer was white marble and cool on my bare feet. It felt good and produced goose bumps all over on my body. Olivia's body did the same and her nipples grew a bit larger....so hot.... There was a center stair case leading to the next level. A number of rooms were on either side of the foyer and a hall led to the back of the house. Olivia took us to the back with a flick of her wrist and the word, "Kitchen." I watched her full, firm ass sway and couldn't believe I was with such a Goddess. Passing the formal dining room on the way, something seemed odd about it but those thoughts left as we entered a massive kitchen. The back wall was all glass and provided a magnificent view of good sized pool area as well as a manicured, expansive yard. Trees surrounded the estate and Olivia told me it was completely private except for some wild life. She winked on the phrase wild life. Olivia poured two tall glasses of water and added a slice of lemon to each Handing me one she clinked my glass and drank a good portion. She refilled hers back up and I followed suit. We were both very thirsty. Olivia commented that this was the most normal room in the house. "Not everything has to be kinky," she said as we started our tour again. The first room we went to was the formal dining room. She turned up the lights a bit and I could see what caught my attention. "This is my Flogging room." The floors were hardwood and the walls a rich burgundy. It had an elegant and aristocratic ambience. Long, graceful chandeliers ran the length of the room. The dining room table had place settings for ten on each side with a master place setting at the head of the table closest to the entry. The other end did not have a place setting but a rather large, throne like chair. The place settings were not the typical silver and china. Each was an array of leather floggers with various clips, clamps and other implements of pain and pleasure. The chairs at each place were unique also. Each had arm, wrist, and ankle straps attached to them. The seat was open giving it a toilet like appearance. My cock jumped a bit. Olivia noticed. Each wall had four well appointed St. Andrews crosses and larger more ominous trappings accented them. Olivia went back to the control panel and the room filled with the moans of past floggings. The sound of leather on skin followed by a whimper, a cry, and the voices of Masters, Mistresses, and slaves filled the room. The volume was perfect; everything in the background while still being able to converse at a normal level. We went to the far end to look at the throne. It was placed about eight feet from the table and there was no place setting in front of it. However, there were writs cuffs dangling from the end and an ankle spreader on the floor connected to the table. "This is the Head Master's or Head Mistresses throne. Each night there is activity in this room, one of the players is appointed to be in charge. They rule all play and can take anyone they desire for any purpose they see fit. It is quite erotic. One moment you may be flogging someone and the ruler decides, yours is the ass to be flogged. Turn about is so unfair and kinky." Olivia sat in the chair and gave me a knowing look. "It appears I am the Head Mistresses tonight." I was speechless as Olivia let out a deep and evil laugh. The background moans produced a heady aura in the room. The sins of floggings past were still alive. "Take hold of the table and prepare yourself slave." Olivia stood, snapped her fingers and pointed to the end of the table. "NOW!" she commanded. My pulse quickened and my cocked stiffened. This change in attitude took me very much by surprise. Turning to the table, I did as Olivia had instructed. As she fastened me in position she played with my body and gave me the rules of engagement. "Whenever we are in this room, we will address each other as Mistress, Master or slave. Our roles will change depending on the mood du jour. I enjoy receiving a flogging as much as I enjoy giving one. Do you understand, slave Bradley?" My reply was a bit delayed and incorrect, "I understand." Crack.....the sting of Olivia's hand across my face startled me. She grabbed my face by the cheeks and turned me to face her. Her eyes were torches and I could sense the power. "I UNDERSTAND??? IS THAT HOW YOU WERE INSTRUCTED TO SPEAK TO ME?? I JUST WENT OVER THE RULES." She released my face and lowered her voice, "Let's try this again. Do you understand, slave Bradley?" "I understand Mistress Olivia." My voice was sure, but humble. "Good, now let me gather a few suitable instruments." I watched Mistress Olivia select a leather flogger. Dragging the straps across her own breast, she gave a few knowing moans. She acted as if I wasn't there. The flogger handle had a leather ball on it and she slowly flicked her nipples a few times with it before bringing it to her mouth and fellating it. Mistress then proceeded to suck and lick the entire handle as if it were a cock. After a few licks she looked at me and gave a teasing laugh as she set the flogger to the side. "Oh how I love to suck cock. From the looks of yours, I bet you wish I would come right over there to suck you off; don't you." A trick question for sure. A 'Yes' meant arrogance and assumptive thinking on my part; while a 'No' meant it really wouldn't happen. I was trained well. "Mistress, I am here for your pleasure. Do with me as you please." Mistress Olivia smiled and began the process of selecting clips for my nipples. Each type she lustfully tried on herself first. She finally settled on black, rubber coated clothes pins, adorning her own breasts with them. Four surrounded each nipples and one was firmly clamped onto the nipple itself. She moaned in the pleasure each produced as it clamped onto her skin. Armed with the flogger and a like number of clothes pins, Mistress Olivia approached and wedged herself between my body and the table sitting on the its edge. She was in position to take my tongue or my cock into her pussy if she desired. I knew better. Mistress Olivia took one of my nipples in each hand and began to tease them. The impact on my cock was quite apparent. Seeing this, Mistress pinched each between her red painted nails sending waves of pleasure and pain through me. She twisted each causing my knees to buckle slightly. My moans pleased her and she applied the pins in the same pattern she wore. Mistress took her fingers and began to flick the pin attached to the nipple. The feeling was wonderful, painful pleasure. "I am so pleased you love pain, slave Bradley. It turns me on to know I can do anything to you." Mistress started rubbing her mound and growing her clit to cock like proportions. She dipped her fingers into her pussy and offered her juices to my eager mouth. I licked and cleaned each of her coated fingers. Satisfied, Mistress Olivia moved from the table, by sliding down my body, under the table and around. On the way, she did take the head of my cock in her mouth and give it a few slutty sucks. I didn't want her to stop. Positioned behind me, Mistress Olivia told me her to use simple English as safe words. "A good Mistress or Master will always honor their slave's limits." The flogging started slowly, the straps falling with a rhythm across my back and ass. Mistress' tempo built and I could feel the heat on my skin from the straps. She played me well; my body craved each snap of the strap. We were in heaven because I never used a safe word. Our limits and styles were absolutely in synch. When my legs began quivering from her lashes, Mistress Olivia stopped and used other methods on my body. She would alternate gliding her smooth hands over my reddened back and ass, to dragging her sharp nails over the same areas. This sent uncontrolled spasms through me. Mistress moved her attention. Crouching beside me she flicked the pins on my nipples back and forth. Her comment about having them pierced to look like hers started a little flow of precum. Mistress Olivia cooed happily and collected it onto her finger tips. "Taste," she whispered bringing one finger to my mouth. My tongue extended for the droplets. "Does slave like to eat his cum?" The question was rhetorical as I took her whole finger into my mouth and sucked it as a cock. A sultry and enlightened 'hmmmm' came from Mistress. "Not only does my slave like to eat his cum, but I believe he likes to suck cock too." With those words my mind drifted to the glory holes of video booths; the T-girls in various cities; as well as to a couple of the gay bars visited. I did love to suck cock. It took awhile to develop a liking for cum; but desire is a strong motivator. Mistress Olivia fucked my mouth with each of her fingers. I let no drop go to waste as my saliva cleaned and recoated her digits. As I sucked she caressed my cock and balls with the handle of her flogger and ran the leather ball over my asshole. "Has slave Bradley ever been fucked in the ass?" This question called for an answer. "Yes, Mistress Olivia. Often." "I see." She feigned surprise. "Has slave Bradley ever taken a real cock up his ass?' Again my reply was simple. "Yes, Mistress Olivia. Often." This did have an impact on her. She dropped the flogger and pushed her fingers into her pussy. Her clit was now huge and the squishing sound of her fingers fucking her own cunt was taking us both to higher levels of desire. Moving behind me she took her pussy soaked hand and started to rub her juice around my asshole. I could fee its thickness as she worked it into my bud. With each application, Mistress' finger probed my hole a bit more until it finally broke through. I never wanted it to stop. Being taken up the ass is one of life's greatest pleasures for me. Mistress did eventually stop but only after she had buried each of her fingers deep into my ass. Mistress Olivia then went back to the painful pleasures; this time on the front. Mistress undid my bindings, turned me around and then reconnected them. The flogger was replaced by a single flap riding crop. The targets were my cock and the clothes pins on my nipples. One by one, Mistress slapped away the pins surrounding my nipples. The pain was searing at times, depending on the trajectory of the crop and the amount of twisting the pins went through as they were hit. I took it all knowing there were only ten. For each clip removed, my cock received a slap from the crop. I must admit, Mistress was careful not to damage the goods. Two clips remained; the ones directly on the nipples. Mistress Olivia placed the crop on the table and stood a few feet from me; hands on her hips and legs spread. She was glowing in her arousal. The inside of her thighs glistened in the light of the room. Mistress spoke about the next steps. "Slave Bradley, you responded admirably. You took what I gave, and I trust you learned. Soon it will be your turn to flog me as I will become your slave and you become my Master. Treat me as I have treated you." As she spoke she removed each of the four clips surrounding her nipples. Her eyes never left mine in the process. She went on. "I am going to remove your bindings and together we will remove the final clips from our tender nipples. I want you to do as instructed. We will reach out together and on a three count quickly remove both clips. We will then push each nipple into its breast; massaging it for a few seconds until the pain subsides. Our mouths will know what to do." Mistress Olivia removed the bindings and we stood face to face. Our hands were in position and per her directions the three count began. The pain was shocking and the massaging did help relive it. Our mouths went to each others and the kiss when deep, passionate, and loving...yes loving. Let's go see the rest of the house. Olivia took me by the hand and led me out the door, diming the lights and fading out the background moans from the control panel. As we moved to the next room, the front door opened and a completely naked Kim sashayed into the foyer. I was correct about her hair being able to go from work to play with the removal of one hair band. She was beautiful. Her breasts were larger than Olivia's, a smaller C I guessed. The areolas were darker and she too had thick pierced nipples—with the same bar Olivia wore. I knew then this would be the same bar I would wear at some point in the very near future. Kim's legs were long and they blended perfectly into her tear dropped ass. She was probably ten years younger than Olivia and hadn't gone through the birthing process. There was a good reason for this; a thickening cock adorned her body much the same as mine, but infinitely more erotic. Olivia glanced at me for my reaction. My cock said it all. Olivia whispered in my ear, "It's why I asked about sucking cock and being fucked in the ass. Kim is so hot; I knew you'd like her but I had to make sure." We all met in the middle of the foyer, exchanging very lusty and sloppy kisses while our hands touched, fondled, squeezed, and pinched whatever they came in contact with. I made sure Kim knew I loved her cock. She showed me how much she loved mine by falling to her knees and moving into a wanton blow job. I could have cum right on the spot, but Olivia broke things up by saying "Where's mine?" Kim shifted from my cock to Olivia's protruding clit and began licking and sucking it. Olivia steadied herself on my arm. She wore a glazed, almost crying look of pleasure. Kim was an expert and knew exactly how to get Olivia off. I was taking mental notes. Olivia fell into my arms placing her hands in Kim's long blonde hair. With one loud, quaking moan, Olivia came. I held her for a few moments and she quickly recovered. She then pulled Kim to her feet and began to lick her own juices from her face. Olivia gave me a side glance and I knew what was expected. Sally's Ch. 02 Falling to my knees, I took Kim's seven inch cock into my mouth and attacked it as eagerly as she had mine. I had been with a trans-sexual before but never in such a setting. Those trysts were in some shady motel or back alley which always made me feel cheap. Tonight, sucking Kim's cock was as natural as licking Olivia's pussy. Olivia broke things up saying we hadn't completed the tour yet. She told Kim we visited the flogging room and I had performed brilliantly as slave Bradley. Kim had a look jealous of envy. Olivia gave Kim the choice of the next room to visit. Kim didn't hesitate and selected the 'Room for Fluids.' ....to be continued..... Sally's Ch. 03 My apologies for taking so long in getting Part III published. There have been severe storms in the Chicago area and my area has been hit twice this summer. I purchased a generator and went 5 days running my house on petrol—egad was that expensive; but the wine was chilled. I then went an additional 4 days without the internet! Somehow, I survived! If you read Parts I & II, jump to the text just after the stars. As stated at the beginning of Part II, this would be best read as a series; however if this is your first look at the Sally's series, the following summaries should provide enough background to begin here. Summary—Part I After 22 years my wife found my porn collection and dumped me. She was a powerful attorney and wanted to destroy me. She even went to my employer and told them about my fetishes, demanding they fire me. Our office manager, Olivia Laraway, was in the meeting and had hidden interests similar to mine. She began a four month process of watching me and putting plans in place. At today's sales meeting, I needed to quell a rumor of being panty-boy (albeit true). Olivia took the opportunity to say Bravo and ask me out for drinks. She selected Sally's---a notoriously gay establishment. We talked for hours and had torrid wet sex in one of the private booths. Our waitress, Kim---a close friend of Olivia's, shared a few moments of kink with us as well. Olivia asked me back to her place and this is where Part II kicks in. Summary—Part II As we left, Kim asked if she could stop by Olivia's after her shift at Sally's. Olivia played a bit of a tease game before saying yes. She was sure if Kim should join us since this was our first plunge into erotic play together. Olivia came from wealth and owned a country estate—appointed for kink. Our kink began with wet fun under a full moon in front of her villa. We left our clothes at the entrance as a sign for Kim. Inside Olivia was giving me a tour and had just finished with me in the 'Flogging' room-- where using the tools of the trade I confessed my love of cock and anal sex. A very important factor because Kim had just arrived... **************************** The end of Part II... Kim's legs were long and they blended perfectly into her tear dropped ass. She was probably ten years younger than Olivia and hadn't gone through the birthing process. There was a good reason for this; a thickening cock adorned her body much the same as mine, but infinitely more erotic. Olivia glanced at me for my reaction. My cock said it all. Olivia whispered in my ear, "It's why I asked about sucking cock and being fucked in the ass. Kim is so hot; I knew you'd like her but I had to make sure." We all met in the middle of the foyer, exchanging very lusty and sloppy kisses while our hands touched, fondled, squeezed, and pinched whatever they came in contact with. I made sure Kim knew I loved her cock. She showed me how much she loved mine by falling to her knees and moving into a wanton blow job. I could have cum right on the spot, but Olivia broke things up by saying "Where's mine?" Kim shifted from my cock to Olivia's protruding clit and began licking and sucking it. Olivia steadied herself on my arm. She wore a glazed, almost crying look of pleasure. Kim was an expert and knew exactly how to get Olivia off. I was taking mental notes. Olivia fell into my arms placing her hands in Kim's long blonde hair. With one loud, quaking moan, Olivia came. I held her for a few moments and she quickly recovered. She then pulled Kim to her feet and began to lick her own juices from her face. Olivia gave me a side glance and I knew what was expected. Falling to my knees, I took Kim's seven inch cock into my mouth and attacked it as eagerly as she had mine. I had been with a trans-sexual before but never in such a setting. Those trysts were in some shady motel or back alley which always made me feel cheap. Tonight, sucking Kim's cock was as natural as licking Olivia's pussy. Olivia broke things up saying we hadn't completed the tour yet. She told Kim we visited the flogging room and I had performed brilliantly as slave Bradley. Kim had a look jealous of envy. Olivia gave Kim the choice of the next room to visit. Kim didn't hesitate and selected the 'Room for Fluids.' ...to be continued... *************************** Sally's Part III Olivia broke into a knowing, lusty chuckle and told Kim, "We're saving that room for Saturday." Considering it was still Wednesday evening, what pleasures lay ahead? We were just a few hours into being kinky lovers, and our kinks were meshing perfectly. However it did seem surreal: Olivia, the office manager; Olivia, the watch dog; Olivia, the prim and proper; Olivia, the rumored lesbian; Olivia, the seductive and erotic---taking me as hers. And me, Brad, a.k.a. panty boy; desirous of kink; wanting and willing to give myself to her; it was all very heady and moving fast. Olivia continued, "We'll still have wet fun, pissing is part of my orgasm; but the 'Fluid Room' is special and meant for parties." Moving behind me, Olivia wrapped her arms around me and began caressing my naked torso while looking at Kim over my shoulder. Her breath was warm in my ear as she spoke, "I'll show Bradley the room along with the rest of the house tomorrow; but at this point I think we all have a deeper need." Olivia's hand circled the base of my cock and shook it in Kim's direction; emphasizing the word 'need'. Kim licked her lips, letting her gaze drop to my thick shaft and then slowly lifting her eyes to mine. "Well then," Kim's voice was low as she stepped closer to me, never breaking eye contact. "Then may I suggest the 'Room of Boudoirs'? With the full moon and the cool night breeze we'll be bathed in sexual luxury." Kim's long nails were tracing circles around my nipples with each word. Olivia cooed in agreement, pressing her mound into my ass with a slow grind. Kim moved forward allowing her hard cock to brush against mine. Olivia took both in her hand and squeezed. Precum oozed from them and Olivia used it to lube the heads triggering reactions in both of us. Kim moaned and pinched my hard nipples firmly with her painted finger nails. My knees buckle from the pain and pleasure. The three of us pressed together; cocks flat and rubbing against our smooth abdomens; and a wet, silky mound grinding into me. Olivia's thick clit was pressed between my cheeks. "I can't wait to share Kim's cum with you." Olivia tongue was fucking my ear as she spoke. Kim's mouth attacked mine and I began to suck her cock-like tongue wishing it to be the real thing. Six hands hungrily explored, groping whatever flesh they found. I would have dropped to the floor on that very spot if Olivia hadn't given the word, "Let's get to the room before I explode." We moved quickly to the staircase; each in a hurry, yet still fondling as we went. The room was at the top of the stair case. Olivia threw open the large double doors exposing the enormous expanse within. Moonlight was streaming in through the floor to ceiling French doors making up the entire far wall. Long silks adorned each door. Kim didn't hesitate to open each and the cool night air rushed in. The silks lifted and an erotic dance. The air bathed our bodies in sensual pleasure. . Olivia was at the room's control panel. Soft music began to fill the room and lights slowly illuminated a half dozen large circular beds strategically placed around the room. Each was the same, and no two beds were more than a step or two from the other. Black, sheer, silks hung from the ceiling forming a harem like perimeter around them. Red satin sheets covered the plush mattresses. In the center was a mound of pillows covered in the same material. These may have been beds, but this room was not meant for sleep. It had but one purpose: sensual, erotic sex. The remainder of the room was dark. The thick, dark pile of the carpet was warm and sensual to ones feet. Although you could see the walls and the ceiling, the design of the room dud not distract from the its intent. Kim turned from the doors and sauntered to the center bed, her cock swaying before her. Parting the silks, she crawled towards us with a beckoning motion. Olivia led me to Kim who was now at the edge of the bed gently stroking her cock and opening and closing her mouth in a most inviting and familiar manner. Before Kim could touch my cock, Olivia dropped to her knees and engulfed it. I moaned as she gave it three or four deep stroking sucks before letting it pop out. Without missing a beat, she guided it directly into Kim's open mouth. Kim began where Olivia left off sending waves of desire up and down my body. Rising to her feet, Olivia gave me a deep kiss before crawling onto the center of the bed. She elevated her ass, swaying it in wanton lust. Our eyes met as her fingers went to work on her protruding clit. Her juices ran thick and her aroma was intoxicating. "Suck his cock. Get it very wet. Lube it well so it glides right into my asshole." Olivia was now rubbing pussy juice onto her ass bud and slipping fingers in and out of the passage. Her eyes fixed on Kim's mouth as she prepared her ass for what Kim was worshiping. Our random moans mixed with the sounds and soft night air. The atmosphere was intense. . "Brad, I need you. I need your tongue in my ass. Finish getting me ready." Olivia's hands spread her cheeks wide offering me her slightly dilated hole. Kim stopped her sucking and pulled me onto the bed. Crawling between Olivia's parted ass my mouth covered her brown bud and instinctively sucked and licked it. My tongue circled and flicked around her hole. Olivia's ass responded; pushing back into my face demanding my tongue to penetrate her. Lost with need, I consumed her anus and pushed my tongue into her hole. Olivia's bud opened further, allowing me to enter as deep as possible. It then clamped shut around my tongue capturing it in her passage. The musky taste drove me wild. We repeated these lusty actions over and over. Hearing Kim moan, I gazed up to see her cock being greedily sucked by Olivia. Every one was frenzied. Our moans and cries intensified. We were over the edge. Olivia moved onto her back, wrapping her legs around me in the process. She positioned her ass for penetration with the head of my cock at her entrance. I slowly pushed in my shaft. Olivia gasped, moaned and a lusty "Yessssss" poured from deep within her soul. Kim's cock went back into Olivia's mouth to be sucked while it fucked it. Olivia's ass loosened; taking me completely into her passage. The pleasure was overwhelming. The warmth of her ass drove me wild as we started a rhythmic fuck. Reaching up, Olivia pulled my head to hers. She wanted me to suck Kim with her. Our tongues intertwined around Kim's head and shaft. Olivia fondled her balls with one hand as the other went to her swollen clit. The tempo of our fucking, Olivia's masturbating, and Kim's thrusts were in synch and getting faster and faster. We were moments away from ecstasy. Kim started shaking. She slapped at her tits and pulled her nipples. "Fuck yes, Fuck yes. I am going to shoot my load. Fill her asshole. Fuck her." Kim was out of control/ Olivia moved her ass wildly making my cock dance inside her. My thrusts became animalistic. It felt like I was driving her through the bed. Our mouths greedily shared Kim's cock head. We both wanted the first spurt of her white nectar. Going stiff, Kim arched and unloaded. She was crying, screaming and yelling random words. "JESUS...GOOD,...OHHH...FUCK...OHH...MORE...MORE CUM...TAKE IT..." The first stream was Olivia's but it didn't matter. Kim's hot cum filled both our mouths, splattering on our face and lips. It was too much for both of us---too much cum and too much lust. Olivia came in a torrent of piss and cum. Her juices splashed across my abdomen spraying all of us with her mixutre. My balls erupted and streams of my cum filled her. Olivia's colon spasmed. I could feel cum covering my cock as we continued to fuck. Our mouths were still entwined around Kim's thick shaft. We kissed, pushing her cum to each other. Kim collected the cum from our face with the head of her cock and then feed it to us; moving it from one mouth to other. Reaching between us, Olivia removed my cock from her ass and shoved it directly into her pussy. This shot more piss and nectar out of her, producing a small quaking orgasm. Kim slid down next to us and joined our cum swapping entanglement. Olivia and I began a slow fuck; the squishing sounds of our union were hypnotic. The three of us licked and consumed all of Kim's cum. Her taste was sweet and we sensuously savored every drop. Eventually we slowed, collapsing into a heap, each rolling away from the other but staying close. No one spoke for a few minutes as we recovered from out lust. I came to life first sluggishly propping myself up on my side next to Olivia. Our eyes met. There was tenderness in our gaze. We smiled and kissed one another as lovers. A bond was forming and we both knew it. When Kim recovered, she propped herself up on the other side of Olivia. In a natural motion we pulled Kim to us including her as our lover. Kim and Olivia were glowing. I felt a comfort impossible to describe. A light conversation started and Olivia told me she had been waiting a very long time for this night for. I told her I was blown away because I had no idea. Kim said she and Olivia worked this whole evening out over the past few months. Laughing she said, "I can't tell you how many times we came pretending you were here." As we chatted my hands began to caress Olivia's body. My gentle touches were having an affect on Olivia and Kim joined in. Her nipples tightened and her clit started to protruded from her lips. I moved to position my face closer to her mound. I began a feather light tracing of Olivia's outer lips, clit and mound. A renewed passion began to build in all of us. Kim slid down a bit giving her mouth access to Olivia's nipples. Low throaty moans came from Olivia as Kim began to suck her nipples. Spreading her legs, moisture seeped from her box. Kim's cock was getting hard. Mine was thickening in a hurry. Round 2, 3, or whatever had just started. The night continued like this. It took the first signs of daylight to bring the evening to a conclusion. Even then things were kinky. We all showered together in the adjoining bath. We freely pissed on each other, tasting, drinking and savoring the nectars. Kim told us she had to get home for some sleep before heading back into Sally's for the Thursday night bash. "I assume the two of you will be joining us?" Kim asked. Olivia replied, "We wouldn't dream of missing it." We all walked together to the front door—still naked. Our clothes were outside. Opening the door was a rush. The morning air was cool and being outside naked in the front of a house gave us all a rush. Kim dressed on the porch as Olivia and I gathered our things. Kim needed to use Olivia's car since her car was still at Sally's. We agreed to talk later about taking care of the car situation. After a final goodbye kiss...one in which our tongues were again exploring one another... Kim drove off. Olivia took my hand as we watched her car disappear down the road. Looking at each other we smiled and pulled each other into a deep kiss and embrace which began lovingly and ended up with Olivia's pussy dripping and my cock stiff as a board. "What a night," Olivia sighed. "Let's get some sleep. We have so much to do when we wake." Taking my hand Olivia led me back into her manor. "And to think, we did all of this without any panties. Imagine..." ...to be continued... * This story will continue with... Part IV---Thursday and Thursday Night at Sally's Part V---Friday---Alone at the manor Part VI---The Saturday night party at the manor Part VII---Sunday and the realities of going back to work Part VIII---The conclusion If you have a particular scene or fetish you wish me to include, please send me a note and I will do my best to work it in. Sally's Ch. 04 If you read Parts I, II & III, jump to the text just after the stars. As stated at the beginning of Part II, this would be best read as a series; however if this is your first look at the Sally's series, the following summaries will provide enough background to begin here. Summary—Part I After 22 years my wife found my porn collection and dumped me. She was a powerful attorney and wanted to destroy me. She even went to my employer and told them about my fetishes, demanding they fire me. Our office manager, Olivia Laraway, was in the meeting and had hidden interests similar to mine. She began a four month process of watching me and putting plans in place. At today's sales meeting, I needed to quell a rumor of being panty-boy (albeit true). Olivia took the opportunity to say Bravo and ask me out for drinks. She selected Sally's---a notoriously gay establishment. We talked for hours and had torrid wet sex in one of the private booths. Our waitress, Kim---a close friend of Olivia's, shared a few moments of kink with us as well. Olivia asked me back to her place and this is where Part II kicks in. Summary—Part II As we left, Kim asked if she could stop by Olivia's after her shift at Sally's. Olivia played a bit of a tease game before saying yes. She was sure if Kim should join us since this was our first plunge into erotic play together. Olivia came from wealth and owned a country estate—appointed for kink. Our kink began with wet fun under a full moon in front of her villa. We left our clothes at the entrance as a sign for Kim. Inside Olivia was giving me a tour and had just finished with me in the 'Flogging' room-- where using the tools of the trade I confessed my love of cock and anal sex. A very important factor because Kim had just arrived... Summary---Part III Kim, Olivia, and I had torrid sex until the sun came up. It was an erotically wild evening since both Kim and I had cocks. Part III is wall to wall sex. It ends with a plan to meet at Sally's that evening for the Thursday night bash. **************************************** The end of Part III.... "I assume the two of you will be joining us?" Kim asked. Olivia replied, "We wouldn't dream of missing it." We all walked together to the front door—still naked. Our clothes were outside. Opening the door was a rush. The morning air was cool and being outside naked in the front of a house gave all the chills. Kim dressed on the porch as Olivia and I gathered our things. Kim needed to use Olivia's car since her car was still at Sally's. We agreed to talk later about taking care of the car situation. After a final goodbye kiss....one in which our tongues were again exploring one another... Kim drove off. Olivia took my hand as we watched her car disappear down the road. Looking at each other we smiled and pulled each other into a deep kiss and embrace which began lovingly and ended up with Olivia's pussy dripping and my cock stiff as a board. "What a night," Olivia sighed. "Let's get some sleep. We have so much to do when we wake." Taking my hand Olivia led me back into her manor. "And to think, we did all of this without any panties. Imagine......" ..............to be continued.... *************************** Sally's Part IV We went back upstairs and turned left at the opened doors of the 'Room of Boudoirs.' It was as we left it---windows open; lights and music still softly filling the room. I could see the center bed and the tale-tale remnants of our pleasure. It was quite an evening indeed. Passing a number of rooms along the hall, we approached another set of double doors at the end. Olivia opened them and welcomed me into her master bedroom. It was magnificent. The décor was tastefully done in a nuevo style. We were actually too tired to get into details and went directly to the king size bed waiting for us. The covers were pulled down. Snuggling in we gave each other a tender good-night kiss. Olivia said she was so happy and was looking forward to everything which lay ahead. I smiled and whispered a 'me too,' falling asleep knowing my life had changed with no turning back. I woke to gentle sunlight falling on my face; Olivia's voice reminded me where I was. "Good morning Anna." This brought me completely out of my sleep as I turned to see a woman pulling back the drapes. "Where is Friedrich?" Olivia questioned. "He his tending to the yard, Ms. Olivia," Anna replied as she approached the bed. Her accent sounded German. She had a pleasant look to her, giving us a lovely morning smile. Anna's skin was smooth and her body full. Her dark blonde hair was in a bun and her make up was perfect. She had the look of the classic maid with one exception. She was naked and without one pubic hair. For some odd reason this took me by surprise. After everything which happened the night before, it shouldn't have. Anna went to Olivia's side of the bed and gave her a more than motherly 'good-morning' kiss. Olivia responded by lifting her hand slightly from the bed and taking one of Anna thick nipples between her fingers and playing with it. Anna's breasts were DD and still fairly firm for a woman her age. I guessed her to be in her mid 50s; about ten years our senior. Both women cooed lightly from what seemed to be a regular morning ritual. There was a genuine fondness between them. I smiled thinking what a wonderful way to wake up. "Anna, this is Brad; the man I told you about." Olivia explained at the end of their kiss. Anna beamed at Olivia's words. "I knew it had to be! Oh how wonderful, Ms. Olivia." She cupped her hands together in a silent clap. "You are a lucky man, Bradley. For no one, man or woman, has ever caught the fancy of Ms. Olivia enough to share her bed." There was a sense of pride in Anna's voice. "But from what I have heard you seem like an ideal pair." Making her way to my side of the bed she gave us both a knowing grin and then added, "And from what I tended to this morning, very compatible sexually." Olivia told Anna she was a sweetheart for cleaning up after us. Anna gave a nod of thanks but the look in her eyes told me there was something on her mind. Taking hold of the sheet covering my body, Anna pulled it away leaving me exposed before her examining eyes. "Hmmmm," rolled lazily from her throat in a distinctly German way. Anna smiled and sat down next to me taking the liberty of allowing her hands to gently caress me. My cock began to stir and Anna looked at it as if she was expecting nothing less. "The first thing you need Bradley is to get these pierced like the rest of us." Anna's fingers were flicking my nipples causing my cock to continue to thicken. "It will bring you so much pleasure." Her nipples were pierced with the same style rod as Olivia's and Kim's. Anna's breasts were alluring. The size of her nipples invited them to be suckled. I wanted to reach out, touch them and bring them into my mouth. The fullness of her tits triggered a desire to feed, but something told me I did not have this privilege----yet. My cock on the other hand had a mind of its own and was throbbing at full attention. "Ms. Olivia, is it proper for me to assume that Bradley will partake in the morning preparatory cleansing?" Anna lifted her head towards Olivia for approval, never stopping her arousing game with my nipples. "I'd have it no other way." Olivia affirmed sensually. "But we haven't explored that yet. I am sure Brad will take to it as he has with everything we've done so far. Be a darling and give us five and we'll have breakfast or lunch....or whatever is appropriate for this time of day...on the patio by the pool." "Very well, Ms. Olivia." Anna started to rise, but Olivia stopped her... "But before you go, you will need to greet Brad a bit more properly. AND look what you have done to his cock. Is that any way to leave a man?" Further encouragement was not needed. Anna brought her lips to mine, giving me a good morning kiss similar to one she gave Olivia. It was so smooth and sensuous bringing coos from me too. Before I could wrap my arms around her, Anna moved to my cock. In one motion she engulfed it. Anna opened her mouth and covered my hard shaft but not allowing it to touch the inside. All I could feel was its warmth until the tip of my dick touched the back of her throat. Anna adjusted and my cock slid into her throat and her mouth closed completely around my shaft. Using a swallowing technique, the head of my rod was being massaged while her lips formed a vacuum at the base of my hairless rod. What a tremendous feeling; I didn't want it to stop. "Magnificent isn't she," Olivia commented as she slid next to me bringing her lips to mine. "It's time for our good morning kiss." Olivia's tongue was in my mouth before I could close my eyes. She was in need. Her fingers pulled hard at my nipples and twisted. My cries filled our mouths and I sucked harder on her tongue. Olivia attacked them again. It was very painful yet at the same time desired. Her actions took my focus away from the throat massage being administered on my cock. Breaking the kiss I could see Olivia's lust filled eyes. She was wild. In a vampire like move, Olivia's mouth went to my left nipple. Her teeth pulled it into her mouth which began sucking it in as far in as possible. Her tongue began to swirl around its tip. As quickly as she attacked, she stopped. But now it was her nipple being shoved into my mouth. Meanwhile Anna had removed my cock from her mouth and was moving around the bed. With Olivia's tits covering my eyes I wasn't sure what was going on, but I did know I was to attack her nipple the same way she did mine. Olivia's piercing rod allowed me to pull her thick bud deep into my mouth. I used my tongue to bath it and also to turn the rod causing her nipple to twist at the same time. Olivia was moaning. I had the feeling Anna was licking Olivia's ass and cunt because I could feel Anna's breasts and chest moving over my salvia coated cock. Olivia's arms were on either side of my head, her hands were in my hair as she ground her tits into my face guiding my mouth back and forth from one nipple to the other. She was swaying her ass and filling the room with deep lustful screams. "I AM GOING TO CUM! I AM GOING TO CUM," she shouted. Olivia sat upright on my torso with Anna moving in behind her. She too sat across my torso while pressing her body into Olivia's back. She wrapped her arms around her, both hands furiously frigging Olivia's swollen clit. Anna's mouth was working Olivia's neck and ears; biting them lightly letting her tongue dance wildly around them as she went. Olivia was slapping her own tits and twisting her nipples. She was lost in her lust and desires. Olivia's body spasmed and she began screaming and crying. Her hunger was rocketing me to another level. Anna's ass cheeks were rubbing my cock; not intentionally but simply due to proximity. I needed to have my dick buried somewhere, but I wasn't the focus at the moment. Olivia's orgasm was a fount. Cum and piss shot from her box with such power it hit my torso and was spraying my entire face. The pungent smell of the morning's first release was intoxicating. I lapped what I could while simply allowing her nectars to soak me. Anna was holding Olivia's lips apart as if trying to direct her flow to my mouth. It was working. Olivia came for a solid fifteen to twenty seconds. As her body calmed, I felt a warm flow on my cock. Anna was releasing herself onto me. The feel of this matronly women's urine streaming against my shaft and over my balls was heavenly. Rolling off of me in a heap Olivia fell face down into her pillow and then onto her back. Anna dismounted me and headed to a set of doors which I assumed to be the master bath. Opening them revealed a large expanse with every appointment one could imagine. The room had a warm feeling with tile throughout. From my vantage point I could see a walk in shower without doors. It was an open area. Anna turned it on. Water emerged from numerous points on the walls and from the hanging fixtures. Wearing a devilish smile Anna left the bath and made her way to the door. Giving us a lingering look, she added, "Why don't we have brunch in 30 minutes." It wasn't really a question. Coming too and running her hands over her face and through her hair, Olivia replied, "Great idea. See you in 30." Olivia turned her head towards me and for some reason we both started laughing. It was the type of laugh which comes when you find humor in a common chord too difficult to explain. Olivia rolled on top of me and gave me a deep but short kiss. Looking into my eyes she said, "Let's freshen up." How luxurious to walk directly into a perfect temperature rain fall shower. It was so invigorating. Even though my cock was still hard, the feel of the warm water released my morning stream. Olivia was delighted and fell to her knees in front of me allowing my nectar to flow over her face, hair and torso. She rubbed it over her skin as I released. What an incredibly erotic creature. After washing one another, we walked to the heated drying area and took a warm towel from the rack. Olivia commented that she was aware I didn't cum and will more than make up for it later. I just smiled, especially since our day had just started. The bathroom was exquisite and my eyes were drawn across the room to the toilet area. Enema bags hung beckoningly from hooks. Each had a unique size, color, and nozzle. They looked like pieces of art. I was so turned on; another mutual fetish we shared. Olivia was watching me and when I turned my attention back to her, she softly said, "That's tomorrow morning." My cock twitched and Olivia's hand quickly slapped it playfully. Taking it in her hand she pulled me in the other direction towards the sinks calling me a 'Pervert.' We both broke into laughter. There was a host of grooming items waiting for us: a razor and cream for me, hairbrushes, toothbrushes, and a wide assortment of cosmetics. We did what we do naturally. I kept an eye on Olivia as she applied her make-up. It was not the conservative office style but a rather seductive look. My cock twitched with jealous want. How unfair! Women can create any look they want, while men can only comb their hair. Olivia caught my glances and when she was done she approached me, cosmetic brush in hand. "Let me help with your look." Olivia brushed my nipples softly. She knew this excited me, but still went about her work in a most professional manner. A cream was applied to my areolas and nipples. The feel was wonderful. Olivia commented that it would plump them to make piercing easier. A deep rose base was painted over each areola and a light pink was applied to my nipples. "This is so sexy and helps keep you sensitized." I could feel tingling through each. My cock was aware of it also. Olivia then went to work on my eyes, applying a thin coat of bronze shadow to the entire lid area and then a pink accent shadow in the crease. She told me it was to enhancer my look. Next a black liner followed by a few strokes of mascara. Watching Olivia in the mirror was quite arousing. She made sure her thighs rubbed against my cock as she worked. Her breasts and nipples brushed against my upper arms as she moved from side to side. I could tell Olivia was pleased as she moved her head to view my face from different angles. Looking me in the eyes she smiled, lifted my chin with her hand and gave me the softest of kisses. She then took a tube of light pink lipstick and applied it to her lips and then to mine. "Do as I do to get an even cover." I mimicked her lips rubbing together. Taking my hand we headed back to the bedroom. The bed had already been changed. Olivia commented on Anna's efficiency. Opening the top drawer of her dresser Olivia told me it was time for some intimates. "I don't know about you, but I'm in the mood for something sheer; how about these black seamed stockings? Lets do a garter belt for today and tonight we'll change into self stay thigh highs." Olivia was taking out two sets of everything. The garter belt was black with thin pink lace accenting the edge. A small pink flower was top and center. This was a dream come true. "Brad, do you wear heels?" "Usually only at home," was my honest reply. "Well you're home now, so let's choose something shiny, pink and sexy." Olivia's hip swayed as she went over to her walk in closet. She knew what she was looking for and retrieved two matching pair of shiny pink, six inch heels. She then walked with the same sway to two chairs positioned by the window. Olivia's little sex strut was having its way with me. I wanted her so badly and my cock was sending the same message. Turning back with a sultry motion, Olivia returned to the dresser where I was standing. She stared intently at my rigid cock the entire way. She picked up the nylons and garters; letting them glide over my shaft. "Let's get dressed." Olivia and I put on our garters and nylons while sitting by the window. How free to know you didn't have to worry about covering up. The feeling was lush as we smoothed the nylons over our legs. Attaching the stays and slipping on our heels completed our ensemble. We turned to the mirror and I was stunned how erotic we looked. Our smooth bodies adorned in matching lingerie; Olivia's pierced, thick nippled breasts; my nipples—painted and slightly puffy; our faces accented with fine cosmetics; our hair black—Olivia's shoulder length, mine a short shag. We were striking similar with the exception of Olivia's hairless pussy and my hairless cock. Clasping hands we left the master bed room with the walk of two runway models. We proceeded down the hall, down the staircase, and through the kitchen and into the three season room. We made our way through the sliding screen, down the walk and onto the pool deck. Waiting for us was a delightful brunch complete with coffee, juice, fruit, breads, and spreads. Two laptops were powered on and a cell phone was placed in the center. Olivia explained we still had to check in for work, but in due time. I helped Olivia with her chair and then took mine. The food was delicious and our conversation easy and open. I learned about Anna and Friedrich. They were a lifestyle couple from Germany. Olivia had posted an ad on the net for a couple to care for her estate. The one key requirement was to care for the estate while being intimately involved in 'an alternative lifestyle' environment. They have been with her Olivia for nearly ten years. Olivia assured me I would come to love them as she has. Everything was overwhelming. We were sitting in lingerie on the deck of a magnificent pool overlooking a manicured expanse of the tree lined lawn. It was a piece of nirvana; secluded so one could live as they pleased. I asked Olivia if I could pry a bit into her business. She gave the look one gets when asking a stupid question. "Brad, of course you can, ask me anything. It's what true relationships are built on." The response was a bit forward but spot on. "Last night you mentioned you came from wealth. And from what I have seen it is substantial. So why would a person of your stature become an office manager for a machined parts manufacturer?" My question brought a smile to Olivia; albeit a complicated one. "Brad, I was born with an elevated desire for pleasure. It was overwhelming and I knew it was going to be my life's journey. At first it was sex with anyone and everyone. My desire led me down the wrong path and I got into trouble. My parents were disgraced and threw me out of their house. I made my way as a woman of the night." This was the part of the story which was missing from last night's conversation. I listened intently because Olivia was baring her soul. Her truth and honesty were kindling my feelings for her. She continued. Sally's Ch. 04 "The streets do nasty things to the girls. I stayed away from the drugs and vowed to lift myself out and I did. I saved my money and put myself through college. I majored in finance and invested my earnings. By the time I graduated I was well on my way to being wealthy. Investments were something I had a knack for." "My desires for pleasure never faded; it intensified. I took a job with an investment firm and met my ex there. He used my desires against me. The longer we were together the more I realized he was simply using me." "One day I overheard him telling someone that if I wasn't rich he'd dump me. He said I was pig. He told the person I was nothing but a common street whore with no breeding. When I heard this I just left and handed the matter over to an attorney." "My money had grown and was protected. I bought this place and Anna and Frederick joined me while I slowly built my network of kinky friends. At the same time I started a private investment firm helping others tend to their money. Don, our boss, became a client and after a few years it was obvious something was wrong with his cash flow. Although he makes good products, he can't manage his money. He knew this and asked for my assistance. So I came in as the office manager." "The first step is to understand where ones money is going and thus I watch every cent. For the record I don't work for the company. I help Don while I run my firm from my desk. I still have a staffed office downtown along with an office inside the house." "It really doesn't matter where I am located, I just need a computer and the internet. Working at Don's place is no big deal." This explained so much. Olivia could see my mind working. Before I could formulate my next question, she lifted her hand telling me to wait a minute. She took a sip of juice and resumed her story. "I want to bring this full circle. About a month before I 'joined' Don, I toured the office. I dressed as plainly as possible so I wouldn't attract attention. What jumped out at me was the lack of control Don had over his employees. I actually sat at a desk for half a day and watched. If Don was around they would pretend to work. Once he went back to his office they'd start to chat and do other things." "There was only one person who actually worked: YOU." Olivia pointed her finger at me for emphasis. "I watched as you went about your business. You had a great demeanor. If you needed something from someone you politely waited until they were done. You were cordial yet didn't get involved with the chit-chat; qualities I admire." I had no idea Olivia had been watching me for so long. It was all coming together. "When I decided to work at the factory, I maintained my non-descript image as you are well aware. When I am at my desk people think I am watching them work. To some degree I am, but in reality I am developing sexual images of them. It is a very erotic way to work. There are some days my pussy gets so wet I worry I might soak my chair." Olivia sat back in her chair and spread her legs wide. "Look, just thinking about it is making me wet." The glistening moisture between her loins confirmed her words. Olivia's hand went to her mound and began to rub it. She then took two fingers and ran them between her folds gathering the sweet moisture. Leaning across the table she brought them to my lips to suck. My mouth opened and Olivia inserted them. I used my tongue to coax them in deeper. Closing my lips around them I savored her juices. Olivia hadn't finished her story "I always thought you were kinky. You hid it well, but from time to time I would see it." As she spoke two fingers from her other hand replaced the ones I just sucked cleaned. She was masturbating and feeding me her excitement. My cock, which had not released today, quickly became rock hard. Olivia's voice had gained a tone of lust. "Four months ago when your ex came into the office and told us about your perversions, I knew I wanted you. However I needed to make sure, so I watched. Once your body hair disappeared and I saw a more feminine you emerge, I started to make plans." Olivia stood and moved behind me pulling her chair with her. Sitting back down, she positioned herself so she could whisper in my ear as she played with cock and nipples. "It was so wrong of me to have set my snare of lust." Both of my nipples were twisted on the word lust. "Are you angry with me?" The word "NOOOooooo" rolled from my throat. "I even followed you on a business trip without you knowing." Olivia's tongue was in my ear as she spoke. Her hands moved from my nipples. One began to gently stroke my cock and the other gathered a handful of my hair. She pulled my head back to gain better to my ear. "You did your job during the day but at night you explored your kink. One evening you went to a dungeon, another night you visited a T-girl bar. Do you remember?" Olivia's hand was now massaging my balls. This was too much. Precum started to seep from my shaft. I was so aroused. My eyes were closed envisioning the trip. Finding out I was being watched excited me even more. A calm "Yes" was my straightforward answer to such an erotic question. "Yesterday, if you would have pulled your pants down in front of everyone, I think I would have sucked your cock right then and there." Olivia's warn breath and tongue pushed her words into my ear. Her mouth had surrounded my entire ear. The image of the prim and proper Olivia sucking my panty clad dick in front of the office staff was intensely vivid. I was so aroused I didn't realize others were present until I felt two mouths on my cock. Opening my eyes, I saw Anna and a man I assumed to be Friedrich under the table devouring my prick. As their lips and tongue swirled around my engorged member, their hands were caressing my nylon clad legs. Olivia's hands were gone, replaced by her moans. The squishing sounds of her pussy told me she was doing herself while watching. My mind was gone and from out of nowhere I groaned, "I need to suck your cock. I need cum. I want to taste it. Please give me your cock." These requests were commands. My tone was one of need. Friedrich moved from between my loins to standing beside me. I turned my head and with both hands I shoved his dick into my mouth. It was warm. It was hard. It was long and thick. Stroking and sucking it eased the focus of Anna's greedy mouth on my cock. The four of us were moaning, grunting, gasping, and mumbling incoherent phrases. Olivia moved to the top of the table, pushing aside any items in her way. She spread her legs; resting one on my shoulder and the other on Anna's back. Coming up for air I pulled Friedrich from my mouth and looked at him for the first time. Handsome: He stood about six feet tall and was naturally lean and muscular. Completely tanned with blonde hair and blue eye; void of body hair. His nipples were pierced with the same rod as Olivia, Kim and Anna. All of this while rubbing the underside of his cock-head over my lips. A quick glance at Anna and Olivia found the two women frigging their hairless mounds. Olivia's clit was huge. I wanted to suck it, to taste her, to lap her cream and piss when she came, but the tip of Friedrich's cock had other plans for my mouth and I wanted all it had to offer too. Anna had me so close to cumming, I could have blown at any moment, but I wanted all of us to cum together. I went back to Friedrich's shaft sucking it deep into my wanton mouth. He was getting close and began to fuck my face. Relaxing my throat I was able to take him completely in. His moaning was getting louder. Olivia and Anna led the way. A gush of juice sprayed across my torso, showering my face and Friedrich's cock. "JESUS CHRIST I'M CUMMING. FUCK...YES....YES...OHHHHHH...." Olivia cunt was erupting. Piss and cum covered us. Anna's orgasm had also started. Her nectars were soaking my nylons and draining into my heel. A few squirts hit the concrete patio and splashed onto my other leg. Friedrich could see it all and the image sent him over the top. The combination of everything trigged my balls to burst with cum. Friedrich came in my mouth as I came in Anna's. It was incredible: I shot, Friedrich shot. Back and forth we went. His cum subsided before mine and I savored his cum and cock while I finished pouring my seed into Anna's mouth. The last of the orgasms ended but we didn't. Olivia bought her mouth to mine telling me she wanted to taste Friedrich's cum too. He moved to his knees and begin snowballing my cum with Anna. Olivia and I swirled and shared Friedrich. As we savored his essence, they joined us. I was still in my chair and Olivia, Anna, and Friedrich were huddled around me. Cum dripped and moved from one mouth to the other. There was no pattern. It was just tongues and lips lapping at other tongues and lips; each desiring the heady mixture of cum and saliva. We finally slowed as the last of our milky goo was consumed. With a few sighs and groans, everyone took a seat around the table. Olivia being the consummate hostess made the formal introductions. "Friedrich this is Brad. Brad this is Friedrich." Laughing we extended hands and Friedrich added, "We just met a few moments ago." Anna poured juices for us and we nibbled on the foods being moved back into position. All of us commented on how hot our sex was and Olivia blamed it all on me. "If you didn't ask about why I was working for Don, this never would have happened." As illogical as it may have sounded, she was right. We still had a few hours to go before we needed to get ready for Sally's so we all headed to the pool. It was a wonderful afternoon as we became further acquainted with one another. Anna and Friedrich were great people. Olivia was simply a sweet heart. I can't tell you how many times I fell into her arms and she into mine. What we were feeling was real; we were becoming soul mates. We did have one final piss party. All of us sat in a circle under the pool-side shower. We interlocked our legs to get as close as possible and released our flow. The feeling of the warm golden nectars was glorious. After a rinse off, Anna and Friedrich excused themselves. Anna went to prepare dinner and Friedrich said he needed to get things ready for Saturday's party. He looked at me and then Olivia and winked. Exchanging kisses with us they parted. Although it is natural to give a woman a kiss good-bye, it was somewhat provocative to give one to another man. Olivia and I dried off and went back to the table. We needed to check in at work. She also wanted to check on a few investments as there was still time in the day. Olivia did call Kim and told her to drive the car to Sally's. Friedrich would take us there that night. We worked for about an hour before Anna returned to tell us dinner was ready. It was a light meal of salads. We didn't want to be too full for Sally's. I assumed Friedrich and Anna were going but they said friends were stopping over so they wouldn't be joining us. Olivia asked Friedrich if he had time to drive us there, explaining the car situation. It wouldn't be a problem. He did turn to Anna and ask, "Promise you will hold your bowels until I return?" She smiled and said, "Of course darling, but do make it a quick trip. Once I am ready, I can only hold it so long." ..............to be continued..... This story will continue with... Part V---Thursday Night at Sally's Part VI---Friday---Alone at the manor Part VII---The Saturday night party at the manor Part VIII---Sunday and the realities of going back to work Part IX---The conclusion If you have a particular scene or fetish you wish me to include, please send me a note and I will do my best to work it in. Sally's Ch. 05 If you read Parts I, II, III, & IV jump to the text just after the stars. As stated at the beginning of Part II, this would be best read as a series; however if this is your first look at the Sally's series, the following summaries will provide enough background to begin here. Summary—Part I After 22 years my wife found my porn collection and dumped me. She was a powerful attorney and wanted to destroy me. She even went to my employer and told them about my fetishes, demanding they fire me. Our office manager, Olivia Laraway, was in the meeting and had hidden interests similar to mine. She began a four month process of watching me and putting plans in place. At today's sales meeting, I needed to quell a rumor of being panty-boy (albeit true). Olivia took the opportunity to say Bravo and ask me out for drinks. She selected Sally's---a notoriously gay establishment. We talked for hours and had torrid wet sex in one of the private booths. Our waitress, Kim---a close friend of Olivia's, shared a few moments of kink with us as well. Olivia asked me back to her place and this is where Part II kicks in. Summary—Part II As we left, Kim asked if she could stop by Olivia's after her shift at Sally's. Olivia played a bit of a tease game before saying yes. She was sure if Kim should join us since this was our first plunge into erotic play together. Olivia came from wealth and owned a country estate—appointed for kink. Our kink began with wet fun under a full moon in front of her villa. We left our clothes at the entrance as a sign for Kim. Inside Olivia was giving me a tour and had just finished with me in the 'Flogging' room-- where using the tools of the trade I confessed my love of cock and anal sex. A very important factor because Kim had just arrived... Summary---Part III Kim, Olivia, and I had torrid sex until the sun came up. It was an erotically wild evening since both Kim and I had cocks. Part III is wall to wall sex. It ends with a plan to meet at Sally's that evening for the Thursday night bash. Summary---Part IV Olivia and I wake up to Anna. Anna and Friedrich are her lifestyle staff. Anna gives Olivia a morning orgasm which triggers her first pee of the day as both she and Anna release on me. We then shower and dress in fine intimates and apply enticing cosmetics. The rest of the day is spent by the pool in a wet foursome sharing all of our nectars. **************************************** The end of Part IV.... We worked for about an hour by the pool before Anna returned to tell us dinner was ready. It was a light meal of salads. We didn't want to be too full for Sally's. I assumed Friedrich and Anna were going but they said friends were stopping over so they wouldn't be joining us. Olivia asked Friedrich if he had time to drive us there, explaining the car situation. It wouldn't be a problem. He did turn to Anna and ask, "Promise you will hold your bowels until I return?" She smiled and said, "Of course darling, but do make it a quick trip. Once I am ready, I can only hold it so long." ..............to be continued..... *************************** Sally's Part V Friedrich and Anna excused themselves with kisses all around, clearing the table and retreating to the kitchen. Olivia looked at me to gauge my reaction and saw my interest. She leaned forward and placed a hand on mine and as if to begin an explanation of Anna and Friedrich's plans for the evening---not that I needed one. I believe it was just Olivia's way to introduce another aspect of kink into our relationship. Her tact was intriguing. "Brad," Olivia said coyly. "Do you know what Anna and Friedrich are talking about?" She shifted in her chair seductively and began to run her fingers across my hand. With the slightest of grins I answered, "Yes, I think so." My answer was as coy as Olivia's question. "Really" Olivia was feigning surprise? "Then tell me what it means to hold ones bowels and why Friedrich wants Anna to wait until he returns." Her finger was now stroking only my middle finger. "They are into to enema play and Friedrich wants to be here when she releases it." My tone was a bit matter of fact; knowledgeable but without opinion. I loved where this little game was going. I was going to make Olivia pry every detail from me. "Very good," was her sultry reply. She was pleased. Her free hand was now caressing her inner thighs. Leaning forwarding she brought her torso to the table, her pierced nipples inches from my hand. Her head was lowered and her eyes fixed on her nail stroking my finger. There was a tiny hesitation as she contemplated her next thought. "Actually it is more than just enema play. Anna and Friedrich are into scat. I assume you understand what scat is?" Olivia never lifted her head or stopped stroking. She was waiting for my reply. "I do. Anna and Friedrich crave shit and enjoy having sex in it." Again I was matter of fact. "Hmmmmm. You are quite informed Brad." She stopped playing with my hand and brought her finger to my lips, erotically tracing the outline of my mouth with her nail. Focusing on her nail's slow path she continued. "Last night I told you your ex said you had pictures...pictures of people peeing and having sex in their own waste. I already know you love piss, but was there any other waste the people were having sex in?" Her finger stopped at the top of my lip and Olivia lifted her eyes to mine, waiting for my reply. My cock was becoming very hard. Olivia knew exactly how to get what she wanted from me. I took a more submissive approach now. This was going to be a confession. "Ye..yes.." I allowed my answer to stumble. Olivia's eyebrows lifted on my acknowledgement, her head tilted and her finger tapped my lip telling me to continue. I let the confession flow. "The people were having sex in shit. They shit on each other and rubbed and smeared it onto their bodies. They even shit into their mouths and shared it. They gave each other enemas and let them expel on each other. They were covered in and craving shit." My head fell and my eyes averted her gaze. Olivia sat back in her chair, allowing time for my confession to charge the air around us. In a firm 'tell me the truth' tone, Olivia spoke, "I now have three questions for you. One: Have you ever experienced scat play? Two: Did you enjoy it? And three: Do you wish to continue this type of play with me?" There was no hesitation in my voice. Lifting my head, my eyes went to Olivia's as I spoke. "Yes I have experienced scat play on a number of occasions. To say I enjoyed it would be an understatement. It was too erotic to enjoy. The experience shook me. I never dreamt that something so taboo could be so powerful. To experience this with you would be a dream come true." Now I moved forward in my chair and took both of Olivia's hands in mine. I stared at them for a moment and then lifted my gaze to her. What I was about to say would change the mood, but I needed to lay things on the line. "Olivia," I paused for a moment. "You are the woman of my dreams. You have plucked me from my hiding place and brought into your world. We have crossed many lines already and will probably cross many more in the days ahead. But what I feel for you is much more than just crossing lines." My eyes were welling as were Olivia's. She knew where this was going and I could tell she wanted to hear this from me. I took a deep breath and went on. "In the past, all of the things I've experienced were without commitment. I discovered my fetishes and who I was sexually. I made a vow not to return to the vanilla world and to find a soul mate. I've been around long enough to know you are she; my soul mate." Tears were falling down my cheeks. My voice was breaking as I finished. "Olivia, I love you. Please don't tell me this is all just a game." Olivia stated crying and pulled me to her. Our naked bodies embraced and their warmth bathed and bound us together. Our heads nuzzled into the other's neck while tears poured onto our shoulders and down our backs. Olivia pulled away and took my face in both hands. Her head was moving speechlessly as the tears cascaded down her cheeks. She was trying to speak but nothing came out. Finally she brought her lips to mine and gave me the most tender tear filled kiss. "I love you too Brad. I loved you the moment I saw you. I fought my urges to consume you; to make you mine. When you became free, I knew we would be together." Olivia kissed me again. This time deeply and with passion. When we broke from the kiss Olivia continued. "From this point on, I am giving you my body, my mind, my heart and my soul. As we with play with others I want you to know there is no one but you. You are my true love. Being able to share all of my needs, wants, and desires with you makes me complete." My heart skipped a beat. "I too am yours Olivia: body, mind, heart and soul." I was complete for the first time in my life. We fell back into a hug and softly caressed our back; our bodies gently rocking. Olivia came back to earth with a quick jolt. "Oh my god!" she gasped, "You haven't seen the rest of the house yet. Anna will be expecting us in the master bath in about 5 minutes and we need time to get ready for Sally's." "Here's the plan; we'll do a quick walk around and work our way upstairs. I promise tomorrow we'll have a detailed tour. We are having a party on Saturday anyway so we'll need to make sure everything is ready." Olivia stood, took me by the hand and pulled me briskly, "Come on!" We headed straight to the basement. I will save the detail until a future chapter but I will say each room was unique with its own theme. The basement was home to the "Fluid Room." There were areas for every type of wet play possible—tropical rain showers, oils, steam, whirlpools, sauna, watersports, enemas, scat, roman, and ruby. Back on the first floor, there was the "Flogging Room" which I experienced the night before. In addition there was the "Food Room" for those interested in a 'fun with food' experience. The "Dens of Narcissism" was a series of mirrored areas complete with specialty furniture and toys. The outer mirrors were one way; making it easy for voyeurs to stroll around and watch people involved in self love without disturbing them. There was the "Room of Glory" which was dark maze of booths which gave access to sex without knowing their owners. The holes were such that cocks, pussies, tits, and asses could be offered based on ones desire. Soft lights illuminated the way. The large foyer was used to meet and greet. Cocktails and finger foods were served there. The last room on the first floor was called "The Interlude." It was made up of a number of intimate sitting areas where one could get to know someone better. Around it were video monitors which could be tuned to display a variety of interests. Nudity at the manor was mandatory for every gathering. Typically guests leave their clothes on the front porch as we did the night before. But for larger gatherings, everyone enters through the locker room which is on the side of the manor and exits into the foyer. It had larger lockers with digital locks for safekeeping, although not required. The upstairs had the "Room of Boudoirs," along with many different specialty rooms. The "Rubber Room" had all things shiny and slick: rubber, latex, etc. The "Leather Room" was the next room we visited and the smell of fresh leather stirred me. The "Changing Room" was for men to become women and women to become men. There was a "Nursery" with its rich aroma of baby powder. The "Medical Room" had a number of examination areas, each equipped with a complete array of invasive and non-invasive tools. There was also a room simply known as "The Pit" for wall to wall group sex. There were even traditional bedrooms for overnight quests. Each floor had clean up facilities which included sinks, toilets, showers, towels and all the necessary toiletries. At one end of the upstairs hallway was Olivia's private suite and the other end was Anna and Friedrich's. We ended up in Olivia's where Anna was busy in the master bath. I didn't realize the other doors of the master bedroom led to additional rooms. The suite was the size of a condo and housed Olivia's office, a study and an entertainment room with its own fireplace. The suite also had numerous walk-in closets. Olivia said she spent most of her time in the kitchen area and the adjacent dining and three season rooms. It had everything one needed, but when she wanted to be alone, she retired to her suite. Since we were already naked (having removed our intimates by the pool earlier in the day) Olivia guided us into the bathroom telling me we needed to be properly cleansed. She explained it is a daily ritual and administered based on the past day's activities and what lay ahead. Since we missed this morning's, we needed to be thoroughly prepped before going to Sally's. Anna was in the area which had the enema bags I saw that morning. They were now filled and hanging from two rolling hospital-IV poles. There was also a special table/chair type of device which I assumed we were going to use. It was positioned under a large shower head and over a larger than normal drain. Anna gave us a warm smile as she rolled the filled bags next to the device. There was a look of surprise on Olivia's face when she saw the table. Anna could see the question mark in her eyes and explained. "Miss Olivia, ever since you began to talk about Bradley, Friedrich and I knew he would join you one day. Friedrich wanted to surprise you and made this for the two of you. It can be used in many different ways." She patted the open seat cushions saying, "Come, sit." Her German accent made it so much more clinical. We took our seats next to each other. We held hands and giggled slightly as Anna raised the leg stirrups and lowered the arm rests. With the exception of having ones ass exposed, the device reminded me of a blood bank chair. "Tonight I have something very special for the two of you." Anna continued her explanation as she worked. "You will be receiving a series of four enemas." Releasing a latch, Anna positioned Olivia so we were facing each other. "The first two have a cleansing effect." Anna went to the back of Olivia's chair and released another latch which raised and lowered it. She raised it until Olivia's ass was about a foot higher than mine. "The last two are to rinse and flush." Anna pushed Olivia's chair forward until her pussy was touching my abdomen. She then lowered it until the opening of her vagina was an inch or two above the end of my flaccid cock. "If I think you need another, it will be given." With a readjustment of the stirrups, the back of our chairs, and a small push forward, Anna locked us in place. Our torsos were touching and our faces were so close we could easily kiss. Our arms and hands were free to explore. We were both very intrigued by what was going on. As we watched Anna work, our curiosity turned sexual. Anna stood up a smiled at us. "The first step is to prepare your passages." She reached behind my chair and retrieved a pair of long yellow rubber gloves. After slipping them over her hands, she raised the entire device a bit higher so she could easily get to our holes. Anna moved the bag laden poles closer and took her position on a rolling stool she put beneath us. This was becoming exciting and my shaft was growing. Olivia's eyes went lusty, especially when the tip of my cock brushed up against her perineum. We moaned as Anna's lubed fingers slipped into our asses simultaneously. Juice from Olivia's vagina started to drip onto my rod intensifying my aroused state. Anna worked our asses thoroughly before removing her fingers. She took hold of my cock and slid it into Olivia's box. This new pleasure was overwhelming. Anna made one more adjustment to the chair which pushed me deeper into Olivia's very wet cunt. Two fingers returned to our assholes to continue the prep work. Desire was starting to consume us. We hadn't even touched or even kissed one another yet. We just wanted Anna to keep doing what she was doing. Sweat started to cover our bodies as our needs built. My cock, rock hard, now pushed against Olivia's cervix. It was driving us both wild. Anna removed her fingers, quickly slipping the first enema nozzle in their place. They were inflatable and she gave both a few squeezes to fill the bulb. Securely fitted, the fluid closure was unsnapped and we began to fill. Anna stepped on a foot switch and the device began to vibrate. It had the sound and power of a Sybian Saddle. In a loud voice Anna commented, "To prevent cramping." In reality it 'promoted fucking.' I don't remember how or when our mouths and hands went into action, but we were in full frenzy as the machine did the fucking and the bags filled us. Olivia was losing control. Her huge clit vibrating against me was sending waves of indulgent pleasure through her. Her hands started to wildly pull my hair while we deeply entwined out tongues. My hands went to her nipples, pulling them and twisting the rod. Olivia exploded. Piss gushed so hard from her it splashed onto our faces. Olivia went into a full orgasm. Her mouth released mine as she thrashed her head wildly; piss and cum spraying everywhere. I began to lap any nectar I could while still twisting and pulling her nipples. The area formed by our tightly joined groins filled with her cum and piss. Releasing her nipples, I dipped my hands into the mixture and rubbed it over our bodies and into Olivia's mouth. Just then Anna increased the vibrations sending us to a higher level. Grabbing hold of my wrist with both hands, Olivia's eyes went wide as she began to fuck her mouth with my coated finger. He sucking and moaning intensified as she continued to cum. I was so into Olivia's passion I didn't think about my own. We forgot about Anna until the retention bulbs deflated. The sound of the rolling stool told us she was moving into position. Anna pulled the nozzles from our asses and began to use her fingers again. She was coaxing the fluid from us. I burst first, jetting the brown fluid over Anna. "JA...JA...," Anna broke into German. I could see it splash onto her. Olivia's ass discharged with a huge eruption. Anna was mumbling as she smeared the chunky brown waters over her body. I could see her work her clit and mound area with a coated hand while the other rubbed our waste over her tits and face. Anna momentarily regained her composure and stopped the machine. Olivia and I were panting. Actually Olivia's body was heaving. She was still in the throws. Covered with a brown glaze Anna inserted and inflated the second nozzle. She restarted the machine and released the flow clamp. A surge of electric like bliss shot through me and I came instantly, burying loads of cum deep into Olivia. My orgasm triggered another in her. Anna's fingers circled my cock where it entered Olivia's pussy. She was gathering our juices and licking it from her fingers. Anna's tongue went to our union and licked up whatever cum her mouth could find. I don't remember how many times Olivia and Anna came. Each release of our enemas sent Anna into orgasmic convulsions and the constant vibration was Olivia's spark. I even had two mind-blowing, cum less, total body orgasms. When the final cleansing enema was done, Anna turned on the overhead shower and began the process of separating us. She took a few extra minutes to douche Olivia allowing the discharge fluid to empty on her. We sat and composed ourselves as the shower rinsed us clean. Sally's Ch. 05 Anna then lowered the chairs and we stood, a bit wobbly legged. Olivia took Anna into her arms and kissed her deeply in thanks. I did like wise. As if choreographed and on cue, another woman entered the bathroom—naked of course. Anna said this was her friend Tracey who was her guest for the evening. Tracey greeted us with a light kiss as we introduced ourselves. She mentioned her husband, Tom, was with Friedrich getting things ready in the basement. Tracey was a darling girl. She was in her mid twenties at most. Her tits were ski-sloped C cups with puffy areolas and un-pierced nipples. Her red hair was in a page boy cut which nicely framed her beautiful face. Her freckled body had the light skin tone of many red heads and she sported a full untrimmed bush of fine red down. Anna had reworked Friedrich's device into two massage tables. She told us it was time for hair removal, body massage and a loofah scrub. She patted the tables and we climbed on. The tables were placed so Olivia and I could see each other as well as the ladies. Wheeling a cart into position, hair removal cream was applied to us. I was a bit jealous when Tracey began coating Olivia, but Anna's strong hands helped ease my pangs. Creams were applied and rinsed. Lotions were massaged in and rinsed. A light loofah scrub followed. Anna even gave my face a shave; how luxurious! The wash finished with a soft cloth on our face and genitals. The whole time we chatted about various topics. Anna asked if Tracey was ever going to shave her mound. Tracey said no because she loves the feel of cum sticking to her hairs and Tom loves to clean her after she has been fucked. This caught my attention and Olivia noticed. The conversation turned to Sally's and how Olivia and I met. Tracey thought it was so romantic. Anna, in her special way, said we were a good match and slipped a finger into my ass and wiggled it a few times. The final touch was a warm towel, pat down dry. We felt great. What a way to be pampered. Standing, we took each lady into our arms and thanked them with a sincere kiss. Anna said it was her and Friedrich's way of saying welcome. Tracey asked if she could give us a better kiss. Of course we said yes, and were happily surprised when she told us to turn around and take hold of the table. Tracey went to her knees. This time I was first. She parted my ass cheeks and began a gentle but deep sucking action on my ass bud. Her tongue slipped into my hole which I purposely relaxed. I could have stayed like this for a long time, but it was Olivia's turn. When Tracey's slipped into her hole, the look on Olivia's face told me she enjoyed it as much as I did. Anna needed to pull Tracey away saying she was just cleaned and we needed to get ready. Tracey gave the cutest pout and snuggled into Anna saying she was sorry. "You know how much I love to rim. And two clean asses are soooo hard to resist." Telling her to control herself, Anna gave her ass a slap. The slap was a step above playful. They left telling us to have a great time. Olivia said we'd be ready to go in less than an hour and asked if Friedrich had the invites ready. Anna said he did. Olivia said to be sure to give one to Tracey and Tom. It was time to get ready for Sally's and Olivia was getting excited. She told me we were going to have a blast. The first order of business was what to wear. I suddenly remembered my clothes were somewhere, still soaked with our nectars. Olivia told me Anna had cleaned everything and they were hanging in "our" closet. What a sweetheart. Since it was only Kim and Olivia who saw me, I could get away with the same outer look as yesterday. We had a quick discussion about my look. The previous night it was right down the middle of the gender line. Did I want to do the same tonight or go with a more fem look? I didn't know which way to go. One part of me said to stay the middle in case I run into someone. Plus I wasn't sure how a more fem me would go over. Olivia said either way I would be popular. I asked her what she thought. She opted for the more fem look since we'll need to return to the vanilla world soon enough. It would also be a good way for me to gain more make-up tips and tricks. I went with it and our decision set an erotic tone to our final preparations. Moving to the sink/make-up area, there was now an additional host of cosmetics for me. While she did her own make-up, Olivia coached me. I was going to have a fresh clean look with soft accents while she was going to go very smokey. The contrast between us would be arousing. My eyeshadow base was light silver with just a hint of sparkle. Olivia's was a very rich, deep gold. To my base I added a thin dusting of pink to the upper portion and a slightly deeper pink to lid itself. It produced a natural look. Olivia added a soft charcoal to the upper portion which blended into a deeper, darker charcoal on the lid. For eyeliner I went with silver on both the top and bottom. It looked great with the brown mascara I applied. My eyes were very noticeable, but in the darker environs of Sally's it would be hard to tell if I was even wearing make-up. Olivia went dark above and below, overextending the liner which produced a dramatic effect. With her double thick mascara it gave an illusive and mystical look to her green eyes and alabaster skin. I used a touch of blush to accent my cheek bones and selected the same soft pink lipstick we used earlier. My face was perfect. My tossed brown shag hair gave me just enough of a fem look. With a light white powder, Olivia hid the natural contours of her face. Since her nails were still ruby red from the night before, she outlined her lips and filled them with the same color lipstick and gloss. She was hot, hot, hot. Still naked I noticed a little swelling of my areolas and nipples. I mentioned this to Olivia and she confirmed they were a bit puffier. She told me the hormones in the creams absorb quickly and produce noticeable results. With my body being so soft and smooth, I didn't think twice about reapplying the cream. I used the same deep rose for my areolas and the light pink for my nipples. Following the same procedure as Olivia had that morning, I felt it absorb immediately. The slight puff looked very sexy. I applied another coat just because it felt so good and I wanted my nipples to be as sensitive as possible. Olivia watched me and said I was making her horny. She told me before this night was through we were going to have some serious nipple play. My cock twitched in response. She went back to her make-up and began to prepare her breasts. She went ruby red on her small areolas and think juicy nipples. I was ready to suck them on the spot. She lightly brushed talc over the rest of her breasts and spayed a hint of perfume between them. The aroma was hypnotic. I was getting excited about being on display with Olivia at Sally's. It was time to dress. Olivia led me into "our" closet and there were my things. My jeans and white tapered shirt were on hangers and my shoes were on a rack. I assumed my panties, stockings, and socks were in a drawer somewhere. The shirt was starched just as I liked it. What really took me by surprise was the lack of anything else on my side of the closet. Anna would later tell me it had always been empty and waiting for me. Olivia had an idea for my intimates. She wanted me in pink and selected a pair of dusty rose thigh-high self stays. My panties were a crotchless pink satin for 'easy access.' The footwear was what I wore to the pool earlier in the day: shiny pink stilettos with six inch heels. We both agreed tonight we were going to send a message. She needed to get a few things from another room and told me to dress without her. Collecting my things, I went to the chair by the open window. Dusk was starting and an exotic mist covered the back lawn area. The cool air felt wonderful on my body and made the stockings lick my legs as they slid on. My cock was flaccidly thick as I dressed. Being in a state of constant arousal was sinfully wonderful. Stepping into my panties made me dream of stepping out of them later. They were high cut with lace ruffling all around. A pink satin bow was in front. The laces were long enough to brush against the top of my shaft. I shuddered Typically I put my shirt on first and then my pants, but tonight I was going to put my 'blouse' on last. I had an idea. The jeans slid easily over my legs and I zipped and snapped them into place. Stepping into the heels brought a new look to my ass. Walking to the mirror and turning around, I loved what I saw: very fuckable buns. Taking the 'blouse' off the hanger, I slipped it on. Leaving the top three and bottom two buttons undone, I only closed the middle three. Rolling the bottom of my 'blouse' up to the first button, I tied it just above the top of my jeans. With the tapering of the 'blouse' and the three top open, I had to admit I looked sexy. The final touch was to flip up the collar. I was ready. Olivia came back into the room and I nearly climaxed. She was wearing a red rubber, floor length skirt. The top and bottom were trimmed in black. The front had fifty or so black buttons with only the top five secured. This provided a scintillating view of Olivia's creamy white legs encased in a pair of jet-black, self stay, thigh highs and shiny black stiletto heels. As she walked the skirt opened, exposing the shiny black of rubber panties snugged against her smooth hairless mound. I was sure they were crotchless for 'easy access.' Her white blouse was sheer, see through, and tight. The sleeves were short and the blouse was tucked into the top of the rubber skirt. Only two buttons were fastened at the waist. She wore no bra and her ruby red nipples were on display. Rubber opera gloves completed her outfit. Olivia was a seductive goddess. I was totally in her spell and half joking/half serious asked her to use me right then and there. Although she told me I looked adorable, we both knew she would be the show stopper tonight. "Shall we go?" Friedrich was dressed and waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs. His jaw dropped a bit when he saw the two of us, but it was clear Olivia had his attention. Funny the impact clothes have on a person. Opening the front door for us, my car was running and waiting. Friedrich opened the back door and we both entered. Along the way Olivia began to tell me what to expect tonight. There was going to be a large, rather noisy crowd involved in all sorts of activities. The curtains to all the booths would be open and people were free to wander around, watch and even participate if asked. The drinks and food were free as the $100 cover charge took care of everything. When Olivia said $100 I realized I didn't bring my wallet. As it turns out, Kim had us covered as one of the perks of her employment AND our table would be waiting. Olivia didn't bring any money either, but did bring our drivers licenses. They were zipped up in an inside skirt pocket. Nice to know she was planning ahead. She also handed me my pink lipstick telling me to put it in my pocket and apply it seductively at appropriate times. The general idea for the evening was to mingle, flirt, flaunt, and play. If I wanted to dance; dance—alone, with a partner or in a group. Since it was a private party there were no restrictions on sex. There was a courtesy rule to take things to an available booth; however I shouldn't be surprised at the kissing and fondling going on everywhere. I could imagine all the people hitting on Olivia and somehow I was okay with it. I also started to think about what I would possibly get involved in. Olivia could sense my thoughts and I believe she had similar ones. She took my hand in her rubber clad hand (very erotic) and we turned towards each other. "Remember what I said a few hours ago at dinner. My body, mind, heart and soul belong to you." Olivia's words where timely and reassuring. I smiled back saying, "Likewise, you are my soul mate." We kissed softly. Olivia said she had a constant reminder of me with her. The stockings she was wearing were mine from last night. Another soft kiss was exchanged. Friedrich mentioned the invitations. They were on the front seat. Olivia thanked him and began to tell me how they were given out. Kim would hand them out to the established crowd they ran with. We were free to invite others as well. Just let Kim know and she would make sure they got an invite before they left. The car pulled into the crowed parking lot and Friedrich graciously opened the door for us. Arm in arm we walked in as my car pulled away. I was right, all eyes were on Olivia. We made our way to Kim's station directly across from our table which was roped off. A sign reading 'Private' was on the table. Kim started drooling when she saw Olivia. On the ride I found out Kim was a rubber freak. Before she put the invites away, Kim took Olivia's gloved hand and rubbed it over her face and sucked each finger. One of the other bartenders, a tall small breasted woman dressed as an Indian princess slapped Kim's ass and told her to get us drinks. We all laughed. This was going to be a fun night for sure. We took our wines to the table and Olivia asked me to get two more. Drinks on the table help reserve it even though there was already a sign. At the bar Kim looked at me and smiled. She leaned across the bar asking me for a kiss. I didn't hesitate and our mouths opened to share tongues. Breaking away she whispered, "Want to suck each other off later?" "Absolutely," and I explored her mouth one more time. Kim poured the wine and I went back to Olivia who gave me a devilish grin. "Kim is such a hottie." I agreed. Olivia suggested we start mingling. I could see the look in her eyes. She took the lead and walked into the crowd. Purposely I went in another direction. There was plenty of action—I saw two women making out in a little nook. Their blouses were open and they were fondling their tits while they kissed. There was a man dressed as a priest watching everyone. His cock was pulled through his robe and he was stroking it. From time to time people would approach him and after he blessed them, they would kneel and kiss the tip of his cock. A blind man with a cane made his way around. Every so often he would fall into someone grabbing a hand full of anything. I found our later his nickname was "Groping Johnny." He wasn't blind, but the other guy really was a priest. I was enjoying myself and must admit I felt pretty sexy. More than one person gave me a wanton stare. The music was great and not overbearing. The dance floor was jumping. People were going in and out of the booth area. The bar was full but somehow I found an open spot at the far end away from our booth. It was a perfect spot to be a voyeur. Leaning back against the bar, I was resting on my elbows, pushing my chest out to display my puffed nipples. They tingled as my 'blouse' stretched across them. My pink heels were out in front for all to see and the stockings and panties were making me feel special. A couple of people next to me moved and a stunning man swooped into the open spot to get a drink. He flagged down a bartender and ordered. While he waited he looked at me and did a double take. I could feel his eyes on me and I slowly turned my head in his direction. He smiled. I said "Hi" returning the smile in a flirtatious manner. When the bartender returned he held her up for a moment. He touched my arm and asked if I wanted to freshen up my drink since the bartender was here. I thanked him for the kind gesture and turned towards them to order. My wine was back before a conversation started, so he held up his glass to toast. "To a beautiful person" was his toast. "To a handsome man" was mine. Our glasses clinked and we took a sip. He noticed the pink lipstick on my glass and gave me am intriguing look. "Now that we have toasted, perhaps an introduction is in order." Extending his hand he went on. "My name is Keith." Brushing my hair aside, I smiled and extended mine gracefully. "I'm Brad." Instead of a hand shake, Keith brought my hand to his lips and kissed it softly. "A pleasure." What a turn on and we easily fell into a conversation about Sally's. Keith told me his wife, Kelly, was enjoying herself with two new girl friends in one of the booths. In a suggestive tone I asked what he was looking for. "Oh you know; the usual thing. Dancing; a drink; shoot some pool; throw some darts, watch people having sex; getting pissed on; sucking some hot cock and pussy; enemas, but I don't think they have an area for that." Keith's grin was playful and inviting. "What about you?" His answer was quite humorous, a quality I like in a person. Keith studied me as I took a sip. He looked very hot—not quite George Clooney but along those lines. There was a stirring down below as my reply just popped out. "Similar but I'm not into darts or pool. But sucking a handsome man's cock is definitely on my menu for the evening." There was a noticeable impact by my reply—on both of us. I was getting harder and the swollen outline in Keith's pants was telling. Collecting himself he replied as if he was confused and trying to piece things together. "Did you call me a handsome man when we toasted?" "I certainly did," in a lust filled voice. I took my hand brushed it up and down his arm as I spoke. Our eyes were saying 'yes,' but we were both dazed with the ease we came together. Five minutes ago we were perfect strangers. Now we were moments from being intimate friends. This was happening pretty fast. "May I tell you one of my biggest turn ons?" Keith didn't wait for a reply. "I find it so erotic when a man or a woman crosses the line to find their other side." He brought his lips to mine and kissed me lightly. I closed my eyes and returned his kiss. It felt good and we both knew it would get better. But for some reason there needed to be a side step first. "Dance?" came Keith's perfect solution. Taking my hand we mixed into the crowd. The song was just changing and the crowd went nuts as the first few chords filled the air. 'Love Shack' was a Sally's favorite for obvious reasons. Both dancers and non-dancers sang the entire song. Kim had climbed onto the bar along with the other bartenders to dance and sing. We spotted each other and pointed, confirming our earlier promise. Kim gestured--asking where I was located. I pointed to our drinks at the end of the bar. She nodded and continued dancing. The place was rocking. Everyone was having a blast. The temperature was rising and becoming quite warm. The aroma of people was heady. Making our way back to the bar at the end of the song, Kim was waiting. She noticed Keith right away and gave me a 'you go' look. I introduced them. The 'fuck me' look Kim gave Keith was downright sluttish. Before going back to her station, Kim leaned over to give me a kiss—which turned into a little show for Keith. She slipped something into my hand saying "You'll need this with the way you're going." It turned out to be a tab of Viagra. Thank you Kim! Our bartender saw our kiss and came over as Kim left. They slapped each other's asses as they passed and looked back over their shoulders smiling. Apparently ass slapping is a Sally's tradition. Refreshing our drinks, she asked me, "So how long have you known Kimmie?" "Never saw her before in my life." My answer caught them off guard for a moment before we all broke out in laughter. We introduced ourselves as the laugh lingered. Ironically the bartender's name was Sally; but not THE Sally. I explained I met Kim through a mutual friend, Olivia. Sally's expression was one of sudden enlightenment. Sally's Ch. 05 "So YOU are that Brad" Sally announced. Keith looked at us inquisitively. "I heard so much about you. Welcome." Sally leaned over and gave me a little kiss—a regular kiss this time. "I've got to bounce but I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot of each other." Pointing to me as she walked away she mouthed, "Saturday?" I smiled, nodding yes. "You seem to make friends easily." Keith commented in a playful needle. "True, true" I volleyed back. "It's how I met you." Changing the subject, Keith commented, "You mentioned Olivia. That is a very uncommon name and I just met an Olivia. What does she look like?" I described her and Keith instantly knew of her. She was one of Kelly's new friends. I got a shot of jealous horniness but I wasn't shocked. Olivia and I have so many common tastes. If she went for Kelly and I for Keith, the turn about would be natural with me enjoying Kelly and Olivia having Keith. He said Kelly was with two new friends. Curiosity played with me. Asking Keith if he knew what booth they were in, he pointed to ours. Keith could read my mind. "Want to go watch?" "Yes, but I want to walk by the other booths first. Let's find something exciting to watch. Maybe we'll even find an empty booth. After all I still need to suck a certain handsome man's dick." I pulled out my lipstick and reapplied while Keith watched. When I rubbed my lips together I saw his cock jump. With a knowing grin, Keith finished his drink and offered his hand. I popped the Viagra and washed it down with a few sips. I made sure he saw what it was along with the lipstick marks on my glass. Setting the half filled glass back on the bar, I took Keith's hand and he led us to the booth area. It was full. People were lingering but not gawking. All of the tables were gone making the entire booth play space, and with the open curtains it felt a bit Amsterdam-ish. The action was hot: kissing, moaning, sucking, fucking, women, guys, t-girls, all in various combinations. Each booth made us hornier. I allowed my hand to brush against the front of Keith's pants giving his cock an inviting squeeze. He felt thick, very thick. His hand teased my ass cheeks. Making our way slowly, we looked but didn't stop. Everything was arousing but our quest was for the unusual. There needed to be something different; something erotic; some type of fetish. Three quarters of the way down the first aisle we found what we were looking for. We had to stop. A beautiful, petite, young, naked woman was in the middle of the center cushion. Both of her legs were pulled up and bent giving total access to her ass and pussy. Her hands were handcuffed to her ankles. Tiny breasts accented her smooth, hairless, youthful body. On the left side of the booth sat a middle-aged man in a tuxedo sipping on a glass of scotch. A tall, elegantly dressed, middle-aged woman was on the right side of the booth neatly folding what appeared to be the young woman's clothing. They all had the air of upper crust society. Both women were perfectly made up and wore the same long diamond chandelier earrings. The older woman's hair was dark blonde done in a Hepburn like style. Her clothing matched the look. The younger woman's shoulder length blonde hair had a preppy emo-style cut. Something about this scene was intoxicating. They appeared to be husband, wife, and daughter. With the clothes folded, the woman turned towards the young girl and began to remove her gloves. She looked at us and the other captivated voyeurs as she pulled the gloves off finger by finger. Tossing them next to the folded clothes, she looked at us again and began to talk to the young woman. "Nicole, do you see all those people staring at YOU" the woman asked? "Yes Madame" was her innocent reply. Her eyes were moving across our faces. She wasn't avoiding eye contact. "What do you think they want to see" came the woman's next question? Looking straight at us, the naked woman answered, "They want to see our pleasure. They want to see how my pleasure comes from Your and Master's pleasure." There was a brief moment of silence. "Very well, Nicole," Madame said in an 'Oh Well' manner. "If that is what you want, it is what you shall receive. But remember, you said your pleasure comes from Our pleasure. That means no crying or begging. We will do as We please with you." Nicole's pussy was beginning to glisten. I leaned back into Keith placing my hand behind my back and slowly massaged his cock. With a moan of approval he circled both arms around and began to softly rub my puffy nipples. We were really getting into the scene. Madame turned towards Master and extended her hand. He picked up the purse next to him and handed it to Madame. She removed a pair of latex gloves and gave the purse back to Master. Her heels produced a dominate sound as she moved. Sitting on the opposite side of the naked woman provided a clear view for Master. She pulled the latex gloves over her manicured hands directly in front of the young woman's face. Keith pinched both of my nipples when the gloves snapped onto her hands. "What do you think I am going to do now, Nicole?" Madame's question was deliberately slow. "I think You are going to finger my ass and pussy, Madame." Her voice was hungry. She wanted this. Juice was flowing from the opening of her vagina onto her puckered hole. Nicole's ass bud was flexing with anticipation. Madame looked over at Master with a wry grin and then at Nicole who was now breathing heavily with desire. With a tone of mockery, Madame said, "Is THAT what you think? 'you' think I am going to put my latex covered hands and fingers into your ass and pussy?" The question was rhetorical. Madame was stroking Nicole's face as she spoke, her own face very close to Nicole's. The feel of the gloves on her skin made Nicole rub her face against them as a cat does to ones leg. My hand gave Keith's cock a tight squeeze. Latex and rubber are such turn ons for me. "Well." Madame said standing. She placed a heeled foot next to Nicole, grabbed her face with one hand as she lowered hers to within an inch. "you're WRONG!" Madame took a step towards Master and turned her back to him. Master reached up and unzipped Madame's dress. It fell to the floor. She stood naked before all of us. Madame was the exact image of Nicole; tiny tits and a smooth hairless body. The only thing left were her heels as she stepped out from the dress. Master picked it up and placed it next to him. A silhouette of his cock appeared against the side of his trousers. Taking the step back to Nicole, Madame continued, "No, I am not going to finger your ass and pussy. I am going to finger MINE." She was now standing in front of Nicole with her back to the horny voyeurs gathered around their booth. I glanced around quickly. Everyone was fondling themselves or someone else. Madame extended her hand again towards Master. He opened the purse and pulled out a small vaginal egg handing it to Madame. He did not close the purse however. Madame spread her legs shoulder width and leaned forward, providing all with a close up view of bald cunt and a small brown hole. Looking between Madame's legs we saw her press the button at the base of the egg and insert the buzzing orb into Nicole's pussy. This caused Nicole to release a husky whimper of pleasure as the egg found its home deep in her vagina. Madame stood up once more and again extended her hand towards Master. He handed her an identical egg. Again Madame spread her legs shoulder width and leaned forward. Her bald pussy we saw moments ago was now moist. She placed the egg against Nicole's pussy and coated it with her thick juices. Madame pressed the button and positioned the orb at Nicole's asshole. As Madame massaged it around the rim, the look on Nicole's face said she was pushing her hole open. As it swelled, Madame easily pushed it in. Nicole threw her head back as it entered, filling her brown passage. Madame then reached between her own legs with one gloved hand and began to rub her already wet lips. She placed her other hand next to Nicole and leaned into her with an open mouth. She covered Nicole's and the two women devoured each other. Nicole's pussy juice was flowing freely. She was so turned on I was sure she was having rapid fire orgasms. Madame began lubing her own ass with her juices. With the palm of her hand covering her pussy her fingers were at her brown bud. She inserted them one by one into her ass stroking it two or three times before removing it. She did this with every finger. Soft moans were starting to fill the area around us. I didn't bother to look for the source. For all I know they could be ours. What began as Keith gently rubbing my nipples was now pinching, twisting, and pulling. I had unzipped his fly and my hand was fondling his VERY big and VERY hard cock. I wasn't gentle either. We were glued to booth. Madame lay down on the floor in front of Nicole swinging her spread legs towards Master. Her eyes were locked onto his as he unzipped his trousers and pulled out HIS VERY big and VERY hard cock. Madame assaulted her ass and pussy. Nicole was breathing so hard I thought she was going to pass out. Madame was on fire. Her hands worked her entire body. She shoved her fist into her pussy and then pulled it out to suck her juices from her hand. You could see her pushing four fingers up her ass and fucking herself. Master was beginning to stroke faster. Madame was slapping her mound. She pulled her hand out of her ass and shoved it into her dripping open cunt. She was now moaning as her orgasms was building. Nicole was near convulsions as the vibrations from the eggs brought on relentless orgasms. Standing and taking a step towards Madame, Master shot streams of cum onto her. It came and came; thick strings of goo covered Madame. She exploded, bucking wildly on the floor. Nicole let out a long moaning cry as Masters cum hit Madame. The crowd was near orgasm too. Keith had to grab my hand to stop me from jacking him to completion. The scene was so hot I was glad Keith hadn't touched my cock or I would have lost it. Master continued to ejaculate. The long streams were now drips which he flicked onto Madame. A few final strokes and it was over. Nicole's orgasmic contractions were so great she discharged both eggs onto the floor. Madame collapsed and lay quivering with Master's cum covering a good portion of her torso. Master stuffed his softening cock back into trousers and zipped it shut. He straightened his tie and the rest of his clothing. Reaching into his pocket, he removed a small key and unlocked Nicole's handcuffs. He turned, picked up his glass and left. Nicole moved slowly to the floor and crawled between Madame's legs and up her torso. Along the way she used her tongue to scoop up Master's cum. Nicole body slid over Madame's and when their mouths came together, her tongue pushed Master's cum into Madame's wanton mouth. Keith and I needed to find an empty booth quickly... ...to be continued... ****************************** This story will continue with... Part VI---Thursday at Sally's continued...(see note below) Part VII---Friday---Alone at the manor Part VIII---The Saturday night party at the manor Part IX---Sunday and the realities of going back to work Part X---The conclusion If you have a particular scene or fetish you wish me to include, please send me a note and I will do my best to work it in. Note: I apologize for not finishing Thursday night at Sally's. This chapter was getting so long and writing it made me so horny I need to find some relief. Honest! Sally's Ch. 06 If you read Parts I, II, III, IV, & V jump to the text just after the stars. As stated at the beginning of Part II, this would be best read as a series; however if this is your first look at the Sally's series, the following summaries will provide enough background to begin here. Summary—Part I After 22 years my wife found my porn collection and dumped me. She was a powerful attorney and wanted to destroy me. She even went to my employer and told them about my fetishes, demanding they fire me. Our office manager, Olivia Laraway, was in the meeting and had hidden interests similar to mine. She began a four month process of watching me and putting plans in place. At today's sales meeting, I needed to quell a rumor of being panty-boy (albeit true). Olivia took the opportunity to say Bravo and ask me out for drinks. She selected Sally's---a notoriously gay establishment. We talked for hours and had torrid wet sex in one of the private booths. Our waitress, Kim---a close friend of Olivia's, shared a few moments of kink with us as well. Olivia asked me back to her place and this is where Part II kicks in. Summary—Part II As we left, Kim asked if she could stop by Olivia's after her shift at Sally's. Olivia played a bit of a tease game before saying yes. She was sure if Kim should join us since this was our first plunge into erotic play together. Olivia came from wealth and owned a country estate—appointed for kink. Our kink began with wet fun under a full moon in front of her villa. We left our clothes at the entrance as a sign for Kim. Inside Olivia was giving me a tour and had just finished with me in the 'Flogging' room-- where using the tools of the trade I confessed my love of cock and anal sex. A very important factor because Kim had just arrived... Summary---Part III Kim, Olivia, and I had torrid sex until the sun came up. It was an erotically wild evening since both Kim and I had cocks. Part III is wall to wall sex. It ends with a plan to meet at Sally's that evening for the Thursday night bash. Summary---Part IV Olivia and I wake up to Anna. Anna and Friedrich are her lifestyle staff. Anna gives Olivia a morning orgasm which triggers her first pee of the day as both she and Anna release on me. We then shower and dress in fine intimates and apply enticing cosmetics. The rest of the day is spent by the pool in a wet foursome sharing all of our nectars. Summary---Part V After receiving Anna's cleansing enemas and machine induced orgasms, we prep for Sally's: Olivia was in rubber and I had a more fem look. Sally's was jumping and I met Keith, a hunk of a man. By coincidence his wife, Kelly was with Olivia. We went to watch their action but took the long route and came across a torrid scene with Master, Madame and Nicole; leaving us hot and in need. **************************************** The end of Part IV.... Master continued to ejaculate. The long streams were now drips which he flicked onto Madame. A few final strokes and it was over. Nicole's orgasmic contractions were so great she discharged both eggs onto the floor. Madame collapsed and lay quivering with Master's cum covering a good portion of her torso. Master stuffed his softening cock back into trousers and zipped it shut. He straightened his tie and the rest of his clothing. Reaching into his pocket, he removed a small key and unlocked Nicole's handcuffs. He turned, picked up his glass and left. Nicole moved slowly to the floor and crawled between Madame's legs and up her torso. Along the way she used her tongue to scoop up Master's cum. Nicole body slid over Madame's and when their mouths came together, her tongue pushed Master's cum into Madame's wanton mouth. Keith and I needed to find an empty booth quickly... ..............to be continued..... *************************** Sally's Part VI The small gathering of voyeurs who were watching the action began to disperse. However, I lingered with Keith a few minutes more. Nicole and Madame's snowballing of Master's cum was intensely hot. I knew the feeling, the taste, the smoothness of tongues moving between mouths and I wanted to experience it again—right then. I blurted out "Let's find a booth;" which was more of a command than a suggestion. My lust filled voice was louder than normal. I am not sure if it was subconscious or not, but it did catch the attention of Madame and Nicole. Madame turned her head towards me and said, "Stay. Please join us in our booth." The two women broke from their embrace and reached out to us; Nicole extending a hand to Keith and Madame's hand to me. Our aroused state gave us no option but to accept. We took their hands. Nicole led Keith to the far left side of the booth where Master sat a few minutes earlier. She wasted no time; pushing him onto the cushion and kneeling between his legs. Her hands began to unfasten his belt and pull down his fly. Her mouth still glistening with Master's cum and Madame's saliva hungrily devoured his cock once she freed it. I was bit jealous because Keith's dick was going to be mine. The look on his face told me it was too late as the naked Nicole buried her nose into his groin. His cock was down her throat and she wasn't giving it back until it was empty. Madame had other plans for me. Pushing me with her nakedness to the other side of the booth, her mouth and tongue found mine. The taste of Master still lingered and I lost myself in her passion. Madame's hands began to fondle my puffy nipples, making me weak in the knees. Using one arm to hold me, she sucked my tongue and pinched my nipple between her nails. My moans filled her mouth. Although I heard Keith's moans from across the booth, my attention was completely on Madame's actions. With her own soft moan she broke from our kiss, holding me in her gaze. Both hands were again playing with my nipples as she began to speak. "When I saw you standing there with these puffy nipples pushing against your blouse and your pink heels jutting out, I knew I had to have you." She affectionately squeezed them this time. Her mouth went back to mine, kissing me with a passion and tenderness women innately posses. Allowing myself to melt into her, my feminine side took over. My cock was rock hard yet my mind had crossed over. I was becoming Madame's lesbian lover. Our hands roamed each other's body; mine across her smooth skin and Madame's over my blouse and jeans. Our eyes were closed; our mouths opening and closing, consuming each other as our tongues erotically melded. I could feel her nipples brush mine sending sparks up and down my spine. Her mound was rubbing against the leg of my jeans where the head of my cock was trapped. Another pair of hands broke our trance. I looked up and saw a spent Keith trying to recover while a hungry Nicole was kneeling next to us, trying to remove my pants. Madame stepped back giving Nicole better access. As she pulled them down, my pink thigh highs and matching crotchless panties were exposed---as was my hardened seven inch shaft. Nicole helped me shed my pants by removing my heels as I stepped out of the jeans and then placing them back on my feet. She tossed my pants on the bench next to her clothes. I was surprised—pleasantly by the way—as my cock was being ignored. Instead, Nicole let her hands caress my legs and ass while she stood. Madame untied my blouse and unfastened the buttons as she whispered into my ear, "I am so horny and hot for you." Her tongue bathed the inside as her warm breathe surrounded it. The prolonged arousal was overpowering me. This had to be close to an out-of-body experience. Her fingers were now, skin on skin, with my swollen and wanton nipples. Nicole's mouth brushed against mine and I turned towards her opening mine with desire. She pushed her lips onto mine, swirling Keith's cum into my mouth. Without hesitation I lapped the salty mixture from her tongue. Madame licked at our lips where some had leaked out. Lowering her mouth to my nipples, she coated them with the captured essence. Her hands squeezed my chest to make my areolas and nipples bigger. Sucking and biting them drove me wild with desire. I needed more. Taking my hand, Madame placed it on her dripping pussy. My fingers began to crawl over her lips combing and colleting her juice and rubbing it across her clit. Madame let out a moan and stood upright, arching her mound onto my hand; losing herself in the pleasure. With our mouths still entwined Nicole guided me to my knees in front of Madame. Softly she turned my head to Madame's box. My mouth willingly covered the front of her mound and the upper part her lips, capturing her clit in the process. Licking and sucking all around it caused Madame to shudder with a mini-orgasm. Grasping my hair, Madame wildly took a step back throwing herself on the bench. Opening her legs as wide possible, she jammed my mouth back onto her pussy I was on my hands and knees lapping Madame's beautifully smooth cunt, savoring her thick dripping nectar. Two hands spread ass cheeks apart and a warm mouth went over my anus. While I sucked Madame's folds, a tongue coated and probed my bud. I assumed it to be Nicole until her body slithered between my open legs and her mouth found my cock. In a lustful daze I looked around. Keith had rebounded and was stroking his cock back to life. Others had joined us in the booth. I saw three people, one being Olivia. The tall small breasted bartender dressed as the Indian princess was there along with another woman who had to be Kelly. But who was working my ass if Nicole was sucking me? Turning, I saw Kim's face buried between my cheeks. As I learned later, the staff gets one hour play breaks on special nights and they came to find me---find me they did indeed. The others joined in. Kelly took Madame with a deep French kiss; caressing her flat chest and nipples. The Indian princess and Olivia stood on each side of Madame and were slowly masturbating. They began to rake my back with the nails of their free hand. My mouth went back to Madame's hole. I licked her every nook and cranny. Her moans were muffled by Kelly's mouth. She drove her grinding hips harder over my face. Olivia and the princess' pussies were beginning to squish as their frigging built. With Nicole sucking and stroking my cock for all it had, I knew I wouldn't last too much longer. Kim's mouth left my ass and was replaced with the tip of her cock. Oh yes, I wanted this and relaxed my asshole. The tip of her shaft easily slipped into my clean passage and Kim wasted no time pushing it completely up my ass. I was going over the edge as Kim began to fuck, her cock gliding over my gland. The booth filled with moaning and panting as one orgasm set off another. Olivia and the princess' cunts exploded, showering my head, Madame's pussy, and each other with their nectars. This sent Madame into the throws and she began a series of contractions shooting waves of her juice into my mouth, much akin to a man's orgasm. Kim blasted her white goo up my brown passage. I could feel the warmth splash against my walls. With a loud groan I lost all control and emptied myself into Nicole's hot and wanton mouth. I wasn't sure if Nicole came or not because for the first time in my life, I actually passed out after an orgasm. I have no idea how long I was gone. When I came to, everyone was sitting around me softly caressing my body which was still clad in my stockings and panties. They were all smiling knowing how intense my orgasm was. With gentle hugs and kisses they welcomed me back. Keith showed up with a tray of drinks—a great idea and much needed. I was moving rather slowly, sitting on the floor leaning on the seat and Nicole. Savoring our drinks, an easy conversation ensued. I learned Madame's name was Trisha and as I suspected, she was Nicole's mother and Master (Jim) was her father. They said he was lost somewhere in the crowd. They were old friends of Olivia's. Lying above me on the cushion, Kelly introduced herself by giving me with a gentle kiss on the top of my head and a slight pinch of my nipples. I loved it and my cock jumped thanks to the Viagra. The Indian princess was Catherine, but she went by Cat. We recounted the scene and how it all transpired. Olivia said it sounded so hot and was disappointed she missed it. Trisha mentioned there was always Saturday and one never knows what they will dream up by then. Kelly looked at Keith and told him they were invited to 'Olivia and Brad's Party' on Saturday. It made me feel good to be included so quickly into Olivia's world. It was nearly midnight and Keith and Kelly needed to get home as they had younger kids. Kim and Cat needed to get back and Olivia asked Kim to make sure Kelly picked up their invite before they left. We all exchanged kisses and I copped a feel of Keith's shaft. It was a bit of a let down not getting to suck him, but as Trisha just said, there is always Saturday and one never knows. Olivia, Trisha and Nicole said they'd help 'put me back together.' We went into the ladies lounge—no one cared. It was very large. There were people showering and others tending to other needs. We just washed our faces, used the bidet and dried off. Sally's even provided stacks of towels for such events. I could see the three women talking as I reapplied my make up. Trisha asked if I would like to make a little adjustment to my outfit. She walked over with Nicole's short pleated skirt, commenting on how it would compliment my legs, heels and stockings while giving me the look of an (not so) innocent school girl. Nicole was already in my jeans and looked pretty good. Thank god I was thin. Even though I wore stockings and panties all the time, this was a first for me and I found it very exciting. Wearing the short skirt rejuvenated the tingle in my groin. Knowing my cock was swinging freely in crotchless panties was heady. After retying my blouse and making a few touch ups, the ladies told me I looked hot. I was ready for more. Olivia took me by the hand and asked if I would stay with her for the rest of the evening telling me it was going to be very special. I smiled saying I'd like nothing more. We left the lounge area with the look of a rubber skirted dom and her tartish sub. Our first stop was to our booth. Although the crowd had thinned, those who remained were engaged in various activities, giving the atmosphere a more erotic feel; something had changed. The music had turned seductive; movements were more clandestine; and moans of passion broke through from random directions. Olivia said only the 'true followers' were left. It sounded a bit odd but I didn't give it a second thought based on the past twenty-four hours, Olivia asked me to have Kim make two 'specials' for us as she needed to pick something up from a friend she saw. I smiled my okay and made sure my ass swayed as I went to the bar. When Kim saw me she gave me a wanton look. She already had the drinks prepared. Leaning in for a kiss as payment for the small shots, she told me to enjoy—"for tonight is going to be very special." I returned to the booth and Olivia was waiting. We toasted in a rather pagan way as she entwined our arms while we drank. Olivia then turned and took something from the cushion. It was a collar and she fastened it around my neck. Using the small leash clipped onto the front, Olivia led me onto the empty dance floor. "The Principles of Lust" by Enigma began to fill the room. Only Olivia and I danced but all around us people were watching. Olivia's style was slow, seductive, and in rhythm to the music. As we moved she used the leash to lewdly pull my mouth onto hers for a wild, impassioned kiss. Our display of exhibitionism was becoming hotter. There was a definite charge in the air. I was very turned on by the stares from the crowd. Olivia then pulled me into her pressing her torso against my back. She began to 'fuck me' to the beat of the music while her hands roamed my breasts and crotch. All eyes were on us and the crowd started to close around us. My excitement was showing as I ground my ass into Olivia's rubber clad pussy. Taking hold of the front of my skirt Olivia began stroking my cock with it. It was as hard as ever. Olivia momentarily released it and gestured to the crowd to join us. Men and women started moving towards us in various seductive and erotic forms of dance. Bodies pressed into us. Hands groped my cock and Olivia's ass. Random mouths would encase ours for a brief but steamy exchange of tongues. Each pinch of my nipples made me harder, hornier, and my movements more suggestive. I didn't know if it was the 'special drink' or me, but lust was now in command. At the end of the song Olivia took hold of the leash and spun me around. Speaking slowly but with total control she said, "It's time." Her eyes were spell-binding as she held the leash tightly near the collar. She gave the crowd a look, turned, and pulled me off the floor towards our booth. The music remained intoxicating with low tribal drumming and chants. The lights in our booth were on high. A woman wearing a richly dark, feathered mask was removing her clothes. As we approached I saw a flogger on the seat cushion. People had gathered around the booth as the seductress stepped from her clothing. Olivia led me into the booth. I was facing the woman as Olivia removed the collar and tossed it onto cushion behind me. She kissed me deeply, biting my tongue and digging her nails sharply into my back. It ended abruptly. Olivia walked behind me and pressed her body into my back. Her hands began to roughly fondle my nipples while she spoke slowly into my ear, "Tonight is the first of three rituals which will bind us together as one. Do you accept?" Both of us knew the answer. We had already pledged ourselves to each other and whatever it took to become one with Olivia was my desire. I shook my head as I whispered, "Yes." "Then repeat after me so the Priestess and all gathered can hear your words" Olivia went on. As she spoke I repeated her words. "Dear Priestess..." Olivia began to unbutton my blouse. "My dearest Olivia Laraway has asked you here tonight to begin the binding ritual which will bring us together as one." My blouse was now open and Olivia let it slip from my shoulders. "My name is Brad Williams and I wish to be bound together with Ms. Laraway." Olivia's hands had removed the skirt and my panties. She was now rolling the stockings down my thighs. "I ask you Dear Priestess to begin your binding ministrations." My shoes and hose were gone. I stood naked before the Priestess. The Priestess spoke calmly. "And what say you Ms. Laraway. Do you wish to be bound to Mr. Williams?" Olivia stepped from behind me and said, "With my entire body, mind, heart and soul." Her words sent a warm feeling through me. The sexual nature of her words and these acts kept my cock erect. "Mr. Williams, remove Ms. Layaway's clothing" the Priestess commanded in a steady voice. I proceeded to remove Olivia's garments in the same manner she removed mine. Her pussy was dripping through her crotchless rubber panties. I wanted to suck up every drop but the aura around us told me "No." Once naked the Priestess had us embrace--torso to torso. She instructed us to wrap our arms around one another as tightly as possible. We were to place our heads on each other's shoulder and stay in that position until told otherwise. My cock was pressed into Olivia's lower abdomen. We were so close I could feel her juices trickling down my thigh. The Priestess circled us three times while reciting an incomprehensible chant. On the fourth circle, the straps from her flogger snapped across my back. It wasn't overly painful but it still made me twitch. Olivia held me tighter. The flogger struck us time after time. Its blows were not punishing but rather stimulating. Sally's Ch. 06 Warmth grew on our skin and permeated our bodies. It did feel as if there was only one body between us. We pulled closer savoring the Priestess' lashes. I was only remotely aware of movement around me and thus I didn't see others enter the booth. While the straps continued to snap at our skin, a soothing lotion was dripped onto our backs. I could make out four people, two men and two women. They too were naked and wore masks similar to but smaller than the Priestess'. Their hands smoothed the fluid into our backs, buttocks and legs---everywhere the flogger had landed. The pleasures of the straps and hands caused us to become lost in each other. Eventually the flogging stopped as did the soothing hands. All sense of time was gone. Our arousal was deeper than ever. Olivia's juices were flowing down both of our legs and pre-cum had seeped from my hardened cock. The Priestess approached and separated us. She first gave Olivia a tender kiss and then did the same for me. Moving between us she turned us so we all faced those gathered. Everyone was naked and most were wearing small, black, Venetian mask covering only their eyes. Only a few wore the more ornate masks. They all appeared aroused; the men were hard, the women glistening. Everyone was partnered, some with more than one person. All were touching and fondling their partners while watching the three of us. It was obvious their arousal came from our flogging. The ritual was not only binding us as one, but it was binding us to the 'true followers' Olivia spoke of earlier. The Priestess held out her hands at shoulder height. Her elbows were bent and her fingers pointing towards each of us. Olivia was on her right side and I on her left. When Olivia placed her hand in the Priestess', I did the same. The Priestess began a slow walk out of the booth and towards the floor where our dance had started. The crowd parted as we made our way to the middle of the floor. It had been converted into an altar/throne arrangement. A very wide, padded, leather table was in the center, standing a foot off the floor. On the left hand side of the table was a dark wooden throne. I was led to one side of the table and Olivia led to the other. The Priestess moved to the throne positioned between us at the head of the table. The crowd circled around. Raising her hands the Priestess spoke loudly for all to hear. "A sha ta domanatta; a sha ta remana. We present these spirits as a binding sign of our worship to the physical pleasures within us. Let us all join in their union." The Priestess motioned us together on the table. Olivia led the way crawling to the middle, beckoning me to her. The look on her face was pure lust. I crawled to her and she took me. Our mouths locked. Our tongues became one. The passion between us rose and Olivia started clawing my skin with desire. It was mind altering. My nails started scrape her skin as well. We needed inside the other--lust demanded it. Olivia pushed me onto my back and mounted me. Her vagina was so wet and ready, she impaled herself on my cock. Her hands went to my nipples, pinching and twisting them as she began to grind her hips. Olivia was fucking me—hard, and with wild abandonment. Her head was thrashing, tossing her hair in all directions. The crowd surrounded the table. I could see everyone masturbating while we fucked. A woman moved onto the table, kneeling a few feet from us and screamed with pleasure as her orgasm overtook her. Her juices sprayed over us with no particular direction. Cum shot from the other side as a man emptied himself onto Olivia's breasts. We were being showered in cum and nectars. We began rubbing it over each other. Our faces were covered and our fingers pushed it into our waiting mouths. Olivia dropped her body onto mine and greedily licked my face while we kissed. Our bodies began to tremble uncontrollably. Our orgasms hit at the same time. My balls erupted deep into Olivia. Stream after stream of cum kept pouring from my balls. Olivia's pussy was spraying us with her piss and cum. Lustful fronts and moans surrounded us. We continued to be covered with cum and juices. The Priestess, in what appeared to be a final act, parted her legs and pissed long streams of golden nectar upon us. As things subsided we were still slowly fucking, savoring the remnants of our orgasms. Olivia and I were now side by side, embracing and kissing while our hips continued a slow rhythm. A low chant filled the room as the naked, masked, throng held their outstretched hands over us. "A sha ta domanatta; a sha ta remana" ............to be continued........... ****************************** This story will continue with... Part VII---The ride home and Friday---alone at the manor and the second ritual Part VIII---The Saturday night party and the third and final ritual Part IX---Sunday and the realities of going back to work Part X---The conclusion Sally's Ch. 07 This is the final of the Sally's Series due to time commitments...another school year is starting and time becomes a short commodity right about now. To all those who followed this over the summer thanks and I hope this last one meets your expectations.....Seat542 I am turning off voting for this one, but feel free to leave comments... PS—I will be writing stand alone stories however.... **************************************** The end of Part VI.... The crowd surrounded the table. I could see everyone masturbating while we fucked. One woman moved onto the table, kneeling a few feet from us and screamed with pleasure as her orgasm overtook her. Her juices sprayed over us with no particular direction. Cum shot from the other side as a man emptied himself onto Olivia's breasts. We were being showered in cum and nectars. We began rubbing it over each other. Our faces were covered and our fingers pushed it into our waiting mouths. Olivia dropped her body onto mine and greedily licked my face while we kissed. Our bodies began to tremble uncontrollably. Our orgasms hit at the same time. My balls erupted deep into Olivia. Stream after stream of cum kept pouring from them. Olivia's pussy was spraying us with her piss and cum. Lustful grunts and moans surrounded us. We continued to be covered with cum and juices. The Priestess, in what appeared to be a final act, parted her legs and released long streams of golden nectar upon us. As things subsided we were still fucking, slowly savoring the remnants of our orgasms. Olivia and I slid side by side, embracing and kissing while our hips continued their rhythm. A low chant filled the room as the naked, masked, throng held their outstretched hands over us. "A sha ta domanatta; a sha ta remana" ..............to be continued..... *************************** The feeling of my cock buried in Olivia was unique; I don't remember ever having a feeling this overwhelming before. It wasn't a cock in a pussy. It was the binding of our sexes. Our bodies moved as one while our mouths made love and our hands gently stroked each other. There was movement on the table. Warm, moist towels were laid upon us and then tenderly rubbed over our bodies to remove the gifts of the followers. The sensuous cleansing felt very erotic and added to our bliss. Slowly the chants faded. One by one the followers who were cleaning us moved away and slipped into the dark shadows. Olivia and I were alone on the table, exhausted but still aroused. Silence had replaced the music, moans, and chants. The Priestess' voice broke the tranquility without startling us. "Olivia and Brad, tonight you enjoyed the first of the three binding rituals. It is time to cleanse yourself. Fresh clothing has been placed in the shower area. You may now shower, dress and return to me for further instructions." Standing we looked around. With the exception of the Priestess sitting on her throne in a most noble and elegant fashion, the room was empty. The feathered head-dress still adorned her; hiding her face but leaving her body exposed. It was the first time I consciously surveyed her. She was magnificent. Her breasts were full and perfect for her slender toned body. Her mound was shaved and "V'ed" seductively into her creamy joined thighs. Her pierced nipples stood out. The piercing rod was the same as Olivia's and the others. We showered and dried. The clothes waiting for us were two red silk robes. They were pull-over types with hoods. A silk belt wrapped our bodies in luxury as we returned to the Priestess. A circle of light illuminated the seated Priestess and the area in front of her. The table had been removed. At her feet were two small pillows. An empty silver chalice stood between the pillows and her throne. The Priestess gestured for us to kneel. As we knelt before her our hands joined. A smile danced in the Priestess' eyes when she saw this. She began to speak. "Tonight's ritual was very potent. I can feel the strength of your binding. This is good, for its power is a reflection of your love." "The robes you are wearing symbolize this love and its bind between you. You are to wear them home tonight and for the second and third rituals. Tomorrow messengers will visit you and guide you into sexual immersion. You must participate fully. At dusk I will arrive for the second ceremony." The Priestess slowly and purposefully spread her legs. Her mound was glistening. Thick juice was present at the opening of her vagina. Using her finger, the Priestess collected it in a most erotic and un-lady-like manner. Leaning forward she lightly coated Olivia's lip with her cream and repeated this with me, giving us instructions as she worked her essence into our lips. "Tomorrow you shall exchange your seed, your essence, and your nectars with one another and all who desire to share with you. Anna and Friedrich have been informed and will have all the necessities available." Sitting upright and moving to the edge of her throne, the Priestess began to a soft, deep caress of her breasts. Each caress ended with a firm squeeze and pull of her nipples. Cream was now flowing freely from her sacred opening. There was a sense of arousal in her voice and her hips rocked in rhythm with each tug of her breasts buds. "Before you is the 'Chalice of One'. It will be used in each ritual and remain as yours forever. It is now empty but soon it will be filled with my golden essence. You shall consume it all. Olivia you shall serve Brad and Brad, Olivia." Drops of milk appeared on each nipple. The Priestess beckoned us forward. Her hands offered us a glistening nipple. Moving the pillows next to her, we knelt and took her breast and nipple into our mouths and began to suckle. Her warm milk poured forth. "This is my milk; the milk of the Priestess. It is given to you as nourishment. Savor my gift." Her hands went to the back of our heads and caressed them as we drank. The Priestess moaned with soft content. The milk was surprisingly creamy; it's taste desirable. The sounds of our suckling were arousing and I saw the Priestess' mound swell with craving. The flow of milk subsided but our suckling remained strong. The 'pop' when the Priestess removed her breasts from out mouths brought us somewhat back to reality. The Priestess then bent forward and picked up the chalice. Keeping her legs spread and her soft cheeks on the edge of the throne, she held the chalice at her dripping entrance. Thick juices began to fill it and with a low sigh, her golden nectar released. The Priestess handed the filled chalice to Olivia. She instructed us to each take three sips and to empty it on the third. Olivia brought the chalice to my lips and I drank from it. The warmth, aroma, and taste was arousing. The Priestess narrated each sip. "A sha ta domanatta" was recited on our first taste. "From individual souls." "A sha ta remana" was the second sip. "Only one soul remains." "A shat a domanatta, a sha ta remana" accompanied our last sip, "May your souls become one." Olivia finished the nectar in the chalice. The Priestess smiled affectionately and stood; gently touching our arms in a gesture to rise. We stood before her with the empty chalice in my hand. "It is time for you to rest. The clothing you wore tonight has been sent to your house. Gather your pillows and go home. Sleep. Remember what has been spoken." The Priestess placed a tender kiss on our lips and then motioned to the door. Olivia's car was waiting outside. Her look told me to drive. Opening the passenger's door, Olivia got in---but not before I gave her a tender, loving kiss. We talked about the evening the whole way home; answering questions to unlock the evenings riddles. Olivia explained the ritual, the followers, the Priestess and all which occurred. I was her captive audience. She has been a follower for many years. Although some would say the "pleasures of the flesh" to be a pagan cult of sort, in reality it was not. The followers simply find great pleasure through sharing ones body with others. Everything they do; their dress, their roles, their acts; are meant for pleasure and enjoyment by all who desire the same. Nothing is done to harm or degrade. Even our flogging was used to enhance. This enjoyment unlocks pleasure and forms a loving community. The Priestess and the others in the more elaborate masks serve as the leaders. One simply cannot show up and become a member. Each new neophyte must be sponsored by a follower. The role of the leaders is to discern if someone is ready to become a follower. Olivia went on to tell me she asked for my membership after I accepted her invite for drinks. Our meeting at Sally's on Wednesday night was observed. Anna, Friedrich, and Tracey then attested to my love of the flesh and I was granted 'followership' that evening; even though I was unaware. The binding rite was a surprise to Olivia. The Priestess approached her; telling Olivia our relationship was true and the core of our love was strong. Olivia suspected Anna and Friedrich went to the leaders. They are respected in the community and their opinion carries power. The leaders all agreed to the binding ritual. Olivia said only soul mates were bound. It was something she deeply wanted for us, but thought it best to give it some time. She wanted to make sure I truly wanted to be a follower. Tears swelled in her eyes as her words stumbled slightly. "I wanted to make sure you wanted to be bound to me as well." My reply was heartfelt. "More than anything I have ever desired before in my life." Our hands touched, giving each other a gentle squeeze. Continuing, Olivia said our play this evening answered all the leaders' questions and they moved quickly to prepare our ceremony. I asked about the next two rituals and Olivia said she did not know, for only bound members participate in the last two. The next steps will be a mystery to her as well. We pulled down the lane to Olivia's as the first glimpse of dawn broke in the horizon. I parked her car in the front and opened her door. Taking Olivia's hand, I helped her out of the car. We kissed as our hands caressed each other through our silks. The door to her manor was open which gave us a bit of concern. The note on the door from Anna and Friedrich which read, "Welcome Home" put us at ease. Removing our robes we draped them over our arms as we entered. Lights lead us to our bedroom where our turned downed bed was waiting. Anna is really a sweetheart. We put our robes in the closet along with the pillows. The chalice was placed on the dresser in front of the bed. We both knew we'd use it often. Our bodies melted into bed and our arms wrapped one another while tender kisses took us to sleep. ******************* The next day was one of sexual immersion. The rituals were erotic and wonderful. Saturday's party became more of a reception than a party. Unfortunately because of the vows we took details cannot be shared. Trust me when I say it was incredible. I moved in with Olivia the day after our third ritual. We were bound. Four months later, Olivia and I resigned our positions and I joined Olivia's investment firm. We worked from home most days—me in panties and with my now pierced nipples. Olivia was always naked, The owner of Sally's turned out to be none other than Olivia. Kim, Olivia and I share many an evening together. Life is good.