0 comments/ 10664 views/ 2 favorites The Present Ch. 01 By: Rickypillow A plane ticket to Montreal and a hotel reservation arrive in the mail, "Your present awaits" is all the card says. After an uneventful journey I arrive at the hotel, a very old building in the old part of the city, and check in. As I do I can't help but notice how attractive everyone is who works at the hotel, from the door man to the bellhop to the receptionist. As I check in I notice the tops of her stockings where her skirt is riding up as well as her nipples straining against her sheer blouse as she takes down my information. I can't take my eyes off of her beautiful breasts, they just seem like they're begging to be touched. Of course the woman notices and just smiles. "The bill has already been taken care of and my name is Monique if you need absolutely else this evening." The message was obvious. The aura of sex and lust seem to be in the air, as I watch the bellhop adjust his hard cock as he helps a beautiful older woman with her bags, asking her if she would like the "same services" as she received on her last visit. As I go to the elevator the concierge asks me if I am interested in any of the hotels bars, restaurants or entertainment, pointing out that I should really check out the "hotel guests only" club that is located on the top floor. "I think you'll find we are a very special hotel." she says as she lightly touches my arm she presses her large breasts against my shoulder, sending shivers right to my cock. "We are willing and able to take care of any need you may have while you stay with us," she adds. "Also, Sarah has told us to take very special care of you," she says while grabbing and lightly stroking my cock. "Anything and everything you desire." "In fact she has asked that we offer you a bourbon in the lounge to relax after your trip, Saul will take your bags to your room." "That sounds perfect!" I say as I follow her as she shows me to the bar. She leads me to a small table in the corner with very comfortable leather chairs. She leans in to me, sliding her hand up my thigh and again grabbing my hard cock, and whispers "Again, if you need anything please don't hesitate." And with that she says as she hands me her card. I so fucking turned on by everything in this hotel. I look around and watch the great looking bartender flirt with three girls while he's making drinks at the bar. I also see a couple in the corner where the woman is slowly stroking the man's cock as they talk. Before I could even ask the waitress comes up carrying a tray with a glass of what looks like bourbon. "Knob Creek on the rocks." she says as she leans down to set my glass on the table. "I am Adrianne can I get you anything else at the moment?" "Not just yet" I say, leaving the door open to something further. I might as well take advantage of the services. I assume that's why you booked this hotel. I watch her as she walks around the bar. She is short and curvy in all the right places and her straight blond hair is pulled back. Like the other female staff in the hotel her black skirt is a little too short, her heels are a little too high and her white blouse is a little too tight. Not super obvious, just enough to be noticeable. And super sexy. Watching her is not helping my hard on go away. I sip my bourbon and continue to people watch. I see the bartender follow one of the girls at the bar to the ladies room. The couple in the corner are still groping each other, his hand inside her shirt and she now has his cock out and is continuing to stroke it under the table. Another couple walks in and sits at the bar. He's distinguished looking as is she. A little older but very attractive. And rich. A waiter comes up almost immediately and after a few words they all exit the bar. Must be repeat guests. A beautiful redhead and an equally gorgeous black woman are also groping each other in a booth along the wall. The black woman smiles at me as I watch her slide her hand up the redhead's skirt. My gaze is interrupted by Adrianne with another bourbon. She leans over as she places the bourbon on the table, giving me a long look at her great tits. "If you need to use the restroom, it's down the long hall by the bar and hard to find. Almost no one uses that one." She smiles wickedly at me. "Just in case." After a few sips I take what I think is her cue and get up to go the the restroom. As soon I the door to the restroom closes Adrianne pushes it open and walks in unbuttoning her blouse. "I couldn't help but notice you noticing my breasts." She unhooks the front of her sheer black lace bra and smashes her chest against mine pulling me in for a hot kiss. I reach down and squeeze her sexy full ass, pulling her hard to me. She unbuttons my shirt all the way so our bare chests are rubbing together, her hard nipples firm against me. She unbuckles my belt and my pants and they fall to the floor. She smiles as my hardness pokes her in the lower stomach. Adrianne slides down my body, rubbing her fucking hot tits against me the whole way down. She looks up as she licks the head of my cock. "Can I please suck your hard cock?" "Yes Adrianne please suck me, put me in you mouth!" It feels so good as she licks the length of my shaft before taking my super hard cock all the way down her throat. I watch her pretty face as she bobs up and down. She jams my cock down her throat once more, this time stopping with her nose touching my stomach and just moves her tongue on the underside. Fucking unbelievable. She pulls her head away and grabs my cock. "Would you like to fuck these gorgeous tits of mine? I love being titty fucked and having cum splashed all over me." "I would absolutely love that." With that she spits on my cock, squeezes her smooth firm breast around it and starts sliding up and down. Heaven. Her skin is so soft and her breasts are nice and firm. I thrust my hips faster and faster, my cock slipping over her luscious flesh. My legs start to shake as I get close to cumming. All of a sudden she stops and stands up leaving me breathing hard and on edge. "Your going to need to save yourself for your present." "If you want you can get me off, I heard you have talented fingers." She sits on the counter and spreads her legs revealing her wet pussy to me. I walk toward her and run my finger up and down along her pussy lips, purposely missing her clit. I slide one, then two fingers in her. My other hand is moving from nipple to nipple pinching them roughly. "You like my finger fucking?" She just moans and nods. "How did you hear about me?" "Your hot Sarah told me while she was making the reservations." I get working her cunt with my fingers, curling them to get to her g spot. She moaning pretty loudly now, time to finish her off. I touch her clit with my thumb as I finger fuck her and that sends her over the edge, cumming hard into my hand. We both put ourselves back together. "Now I have to get back to work, I hope you enjoyed the tease. I know I did." "What the fuck is Sarah up to? Knob Creek. Great with my fingers. Someones been planning." I think as I get in the elevator and to head up to the room. Just before the door closes another staff member pushing a room service cart jumps in the elevator, she is as hot as the rest of the staff, dressed in a super short skirt and tight white blouse, her long straight black hair pulled back, her dark skin setting off her clear blue eyes. "Which floor?" she asks with her light French Canadian accent, but I notice she presses my floor before I give her the number. "Is this you first time in Montreal?" she asks. "Yes it is and I love everything about it so far." "I have a feeling you are going to love the rest of your trip." She gets out of the elevator on my floor and I follow her down the hall, watching every move of her nice tight little ass, and she stops exactly at my door. "This room service is for you, Mr Pillow." she says as she opens my door and leads me in to the room. The room is huge, sunken hot tube in the middle, king sized bed with silk sheets, an L shaped couch, a cabinet stocked with my favorite bourbon, a bathroom with what looks like a four person shower, heads on each end. The girl then lifts the cover off of the cart and reveals to show me what you ordered. A bottle of champagne on ice, two dozen oysters and a box full of toys. A black leather paddle, a wooded paddle that says "principle Pillow", a cat o nine tails, a riding crop, cuffs, leashes, blindfolds, and more. Various vibrators and dildos, a strap on, cock rings, a ball gag and assorted lubes and lotions. "Those things are for you to use on your present." Then she slowly unbuttons her silk blouse and slips out of her tiny skirt leaving her in very sexy lace panties and a matching bra. "Sarah has asked me to make sure your ready for your present, though I've seen it and you will be very happy, I would love it myself." She she walks to me, kisses me while unbuckling my pants, taking them off and stroking my already hard cock. The girl has me sit on the bed as she does a little dance for me, grinding her body against me, rubbing her panty covered pussy up and down my leg. I can feel the heat through the lace material. She then drops to her knees and in one quick motion, takes all of my cock in mouth, right down to the base. I watch her sexy ass in the mirror as she slowly and deliberately sucks me. She then licks it from base to head and takes each ball in her mouth, stroking me with her saliva wet hand, making me hot, almost making me cum. "You seem ready." She says as she stands up and finishes undressing me, kissing and lightly biting my nipples, all the while rubbing her smooth hot body against mine. "By the way, my name is Gabrielle. I hope to see you more over the weekend." She pushes me to the bed and walks out of the room, leaving me sitting there alone, wondering what is next. After a few minutes there is a knock on the door, I open it to see a large box, the size of a refrigerator, wrapped in paper with a bow and a note that reads: "For your pleasure, use as you will." I undo the bow and open the box and there you stand, my lover. You are dressed for fun in a black leather skirt, knee high leather boots, a sheer white blouse and black lace bra, leather bracelets with metal rings, a leather collar around your neck with a metal ring and a big smile. "I am yours to use however you see fit." I am stunned by how fucking sexy and dirty you look. All I can say is "Wow." I guess I will use this present as I will, it is my birthday after all. Since I need to take care of my aching cock I pull you into the room and bend you over the bed, pull your skirt up and spank you with my hand, pulling your arms behind you as I cuff them together. I then go over to my box of goodies and pull out the riding crop and force you to kneel in front of me. I put my throbbing cock in your hot little mouth, swatting you with my crop as you suck my cock. You moan as I hold you hair and slowly fuck your mouth, swatting you harder each time. I reach down and slip my finger into your dripping wet pussy, lightly brushing your clit. Your so fucking wet. You almost cum immediately. You moan loudly as I swat you hard with my crop, forcing my cock faster and faster in your mouth as far as I can, holding your head steady. As great as the other girls were nothing feels as good as your mouth Sarah. Perfect fit. After all of the teasing it doesn't take long as I cum in your mouth so hard I almost fall over, my legs giving out. "The night is only just beginning!" I tell you as I give you one last swat. After that very hot blowjob I sit on the bed and have you, my little hot sex slave, crawl to the fridge for the champagne, swatting you again with my crop. I position you next to the bed, legs spread slightly and your ass towards me, on your hands and knees acting as my end table. I set my glass of champagne on the small of your back while I look over the top floor entertainment options. They have various fantasy rooms, each complete with staff and outfits if needed. A classroom (hmm, I already have a personalized paddle), a sauna/massage room, a locker room, an office, a hospital room, a dungeon, a kitchen, a riding stable, most of the usual fantasies. They also have a common room with all sorts of play areas: couches, beds, mats on the floors, a couple of hot tubs, sex chairs and tables, sex swings, various places to tie someone to the wall or hang from the ceiling. As flip through the entertainment book I am rubbing your sexy ass, occasionally slipping my finger inside you, keeping you on edge. I go a little too far and you moan and twitch as you get close to cumming, spilling my champagne. "Can't have that!!" I say as get the black leather paddle, pull you up by your hair and bend you over the bed and push your leather skirt up exposed your black thong covered ass. Three quick, firm swats leaves your fine ass nice and pink but you seem to like it too much. I roughly pull your thong down to your knees and give you a harder swat with the paddle, the sound of the impact bouncing off of the walls. Once more I smack your ass, turning it bright red. I rub my hands over the paddle marks, feeling the heat coming off of the redness, put my finger in you, feeling your wetness, touching your clit, giving you pleasure. You look so good bent over the bed I decide I must taste you and I kneel down and lick you, from your clit to your ass and you moan and wiggle as I do. Just before you cum I stop, stand up and give you another quick three swats, the stinging stopping your potential orgasm. "Fucking yum!" I think to myself as I look at you red ass-ed and breathing hard. As you reach down to try and touch yourself I grab your wrists and but them behind your back, cuffing you again. I then go to the box and pull out a long metal bar that has hooks on either end and attach the bar to the rings on the tops of your boots so you are unable to close your legs, leaving you open and exposed. I stick my finger in your wet cunt again, then slap your clit with my hand, causing you to whimper a little. I place you on your back, head propped slightly on a pillow and tie your wrists to each side of the bed. Now for the real fun. Standing on the bed I lift your ass off the bed a paddle you turning your ass even redder, then I rub it gently. I straddle you and slide my cock into your waiting mouth. I pull my cock from your mouth and move so you have access to my balls, taking each into your mouth. I slide further up and stroke my saliva covered cock while you hungrily lick my ass. Damn I love it. Enough of that. I get off of you and push the bar close to your chest, attaching it to your collar leaving you even more exposed and vulnerable, legs spread wide and pinned to your chest, wrists tied to the bed, totally at my mercy. Back the the box of goodies for a vibrator and the crop. I alternate between a nice gentle fucking with the humming toy and hard smacks to your ass, thighs and clit, not letting you cum. Pleasure and pain, pleasure and pain, pleasure and pain. A suck on your nipple, a bite on your nipple. Pleasure and pain. Pleasure and pain. I've had enough, I need to fuck you. I need to fuck you hard. I really need to fuck you hard. But first I attach chained clamps to your nipples and put the chain between my teeth as I start to fuck you. In and out I go fucking you hard, feeling your wet pussy grip my cock. and every time you get close to cumming I jerk on your nipples, the pain stopping the orgasm. I'm getting close, drop the chain and really fuck you hard, so deep with your legs pinned back. I pound you, my sweat dripping on your face and chest. I hold my cock still, as deep inside you as I can, as you finally, finally cum. I feel it. The squeeze on my cock. The pulsing of your cunt muscles. The way you thrash your head about. A few more deep thrusts sends me over and I explode inside you. We both whimper in release. I cover your face with kisses. I untie and unlock you. "Thank you Sir." you say. "May I clean you up?" "You had better or I will get the paddle out." You smile as you clean my cock clean of our mess, licking it, taking it in your mouth. The best little fuck slave ever. Your pretty face. Nice firm tits. Great and very useful mouth. Flat sexy stomach. Nice legs. Great sexy, succulent meaty totally fuck-able ass. What a present. A great fucking present. This is going to be a great weekend... The Present Ch. 01 A few years ago, Roger and I lived right next door to our best friends, Mike and Darla. She and I had grown up together. We were soul sisters, as embarrassing as it is to say now, we even called ourselves "Team Double Dee" (DD) She towers over my 5'6" frame by almost half a foot, but with Darla you'll find her most striking feature to be her hair naturally colored as a Royal Sunset Lilly. A rare forest flower beautifully colored by nature in a deep red hue contrasted by whispering streaks of blonde; this flower was known to give artist reason for pause. For me it visually depicted her alternating Sub\Dom personality that only I was allowed to know. With Darla those streaks of blonde, backed in deep red lay in sharp contrast to her forest green eyes on a nearly unblemished canvas of pale skin. Beautiful elven like qualities of elongated and narrow features shaped her canvas imparting a surreal and almost noble look. Her round green eyes surrounded by lightly colored freckles, offered a depth of character. Tracing a winding path through the few freckles painted on that canvas, my eyes can walk me into her forest of thought. Many times in my life I have ran there to hide from the world. When she was not in my presence, and I needed sanctuary; I closed my eyes and let my mind take me there. For me, her eyes were always opened; a doorway to her magical forest. I could always joyfully find myself lost there without ever a need to return. We are kindred spirits, perfectly at home and perfectly welcomed in each other's minds. We were each other's first love. Most everything about sex I learned through or with her. From our first sexual experience that we shared together, we continued that sharing from youthful ignorance to now. We were fortunate enough to have an unusually strong connection in both our sexual lives and our friendship. Every sexual button I had, she was the one to introduce me too. Through her I discovered my sexual identity and her companionship helped shape and build myself as an individual. We've enjoyed this never ending relationship throughout our lives without regard to promises of commitment to other people. Darla knew how to manipulate my body, eliciting the responses she wanted. She could look and speak to me in a way that would bring out my rare sexually aggressive dominant side. She could touch, pinch, or pull my buttons in certain ways to bring out my submissive side. It's been stated that human sexuality is like a gemstone with many faucets, she knows just how to expose this gemstone to the light and make it look like anything she wants. She is a master artist at manipulating my mind and my body. If she put her mind to it; or Heaven forbid, had chance to plan for it, there was no end to what she could manipulate me into doing; an artist plying her craft. The stories could go on forever about the outlandish scenarios her mental lapidary has lead me into over the years. We never had denied each other of anything, and a lot had been asked for over the years. No one knew about this relationship, we've kept our secrets hidden well, all the while, holding no secrets between ourselves. Team DD always! I didn't really like Mike and she knew that. I never did and couldn't really explain why, but I put up with him because of her. He was a pudgy built excuse of a man. A fattened rounded face with deep set unremarkable eyes that could only reflect his shallow character. All this, set atop a body that could only be built by playing video games and eating fast food. If I were her kindred spirit, who the hell was this fuck? Evidently a friend by proxy. Even with as well as I knew her I couldn't figure out why she was with him. Ascetically speaking he just didn't belong in her picture. He was the evil ogre trying to enter my magical forest. Being friends we tried to go out every Friday night but the last two weeks Roger, my husband, was unable to make it because of work. This Friday however was Mike's birthday. "Didn't have a minute to spare on buying a present" was my boilerplate excuse. I figured that it was okay because we were friends, right? At least by proxy! Why would not getting a present be an issue? When I arrived at their house we met with the usual hugs. We started to celebrate his birthday by drinking some wine. Since it was homemade I didn't realize how strong it was. The effects of the red Italian brew seized me long before either Darla or Mike. After a little piece of Velvet cake it was time for the presents. "Shit!" A twinge of guilt ran through my body. Fancying himself as an amateur photographer, Darla's present was spot on, a camera and tripod. Mike looked over to me presumptively and asked what I had for his present. I started to blush and spoke only with a mumbled "um um...." but in all the wine I lost my prepackaged excuse. Embarrassed at my lack of words for the moment, I just sat there confused. Still in my defense I'm sure it was because my head was spinning from the wine. I couldn't think of what to say. Darla picked up on this embarrassment and got an evil wicked grin on her face, turning to look at Mike, she said almost jokingly that I could be his first nude model. I froze. I thought for sure she meant that as a joke, but then she turned to Mike and in a serious tone told him to go fix the bedroom up as the studio. I started to protest, but the wine induced confusion did not allow me to actually voice it. Why was she so pissed at me? Over a present? I stood up, I started saying "I'm not going to get naked in front of him, I don't even like him". The thought of being on display for him was too much. "I couldn't strip in for Mike; what would Roger say?" "Pictures are forever and I don't want Mike to have nude ones of me. You know how I feel about that ogre". Angrily Darla stepped up to me, face-to-face, her nose was almost touching mine. When she spoke, I could feel her breath against my cheeks. Reaching both hands into my front pockets she pulled my hips towards hers. On her exhales the waft of Diego Red stole my breath. She told me I had been mistaken. I was to be more than just a nude model that night. She removed her hands, sliding them up to my breast, cupping and raising, gently kneading them. She was pushing those emotional buttons she introduced me too. Oh, shit! I exclaimed with an exhale. I loved this girl. I would do anything for her. But damn, pictures are forever and dickhead would have them. As she caressed my breast she reminded me of how last week at the bar, in Rogers's absence, I made the offhand remark that I would go down on him. She knew that I had incredibly sensitive nipples; she knew exactly where they hid underneath my bra and sweater. Her hands rose to them and she started to playfully squeeze them. I didn't know where she was going with this. Skilled in a secret craft learned on me, holding me as her gemstone applying her lapidary skills to an end that only the artist knew, she started to shape her gemstone into whatever she wanted. Nervous, I could feel myself starting to shake; I could physically feel my throat constricting making it harder for me to breathe. Anxiety forced me to inhale through stuttered breaths. She not only could feel it, she recognized it as shaping her gemstone. I recognized it as the artist plying her craft. Darla continued complaining that I said "I would swallow his cum and had no problems in doing it; enjoying the empowerment of making my man feel so good". Evidently this was something Darla couldn't do, and Mike was being relentless in his begging for it. She started to take a more angry tone somewhat from jealousy I would guess. The gentle caress of my nipples started to become a painful pinch, almost brutal; this bitch knew me too well for my own good. She squeezed my nipples between her index fingers and thumbs so hard the shock made my knees buckle. Manipulating my buttons more forcefully lifting my breast up and out from my body she pulled me up higher and even closer to her face by my nipples. Had she not have been holding my up, dangling in the air by my tits I would have fell from the pain. My breathing stopped. Shaking my tits left and right, she said "my real present for Mike would be for me to suck his cock". I was moving my head in a motion that was saying no; she was working her trade, pulling my nipples in a motion that was forcing me to say yes. "You said that you swallow for Roger. That's great. You're going to swallow for Mike". She released my nipples and grabbed my throat. "And you're going to deep throat him". I wanted to say no, I really tried too. I wanted to scream out. I didn't want to do anything that I would have to explain to Roger. But she knew me and she knew how to manipulate my buttons to shape me to her will. I was hers; always hers and we both knew that. All the wine and her manipulation had me confused; I didn't know what to say. Before I could utter anything, she grabbed the front of my pants with enough force to make them come unsnapped and pulled me to the bedroom. Oh fuck why is it I let her control me like this? Darla announced, "Your present is here", putting an incredible smile on creeps face. Mike already had the bedroom set up as a mini studio. There was a small yoga mattress in the corner, it was covered with a white sheet, and there were two white sheets on the wall making the entire corner a solid white canvas. Being pulled over in front of the mattress I was spun around to face the ogre and its camera. Facing me Darla said "are you ready". It sounded more of a warning than a question! Mike was tripping over himself in anticipation. Knelling down she began unzipping my already unsnapped pants. I didn't know what to do. As my pants were slowly coming off Mike remarked "ShowTime"! With a surprising silent chuckle I thought "What an ass". So many thoughts running through my head! I didn't know what was more upsetting; having my picture taken in the nude, or Mike being allowed to feast those covetous eyes on my nakedness. In the pause of her reaching for the waist of my pants to pull them down, I stared into those eyes, I found myself lost in her forest, for an instant, oblivious to the present surroundings and either concern. I lifted my sweater and down fell my pants. I stood there in front of the camera wearing nothing but my red bra and matching G string. Standing there in my near nudeness I started to reconsider, to my surprise I had other emotions betraying me. She was my friend; she wouldn't do anything to hurt me! She wouldn't hold anything over my head! I was surprised at just how strongly my body and my emotions fought against my common sense. I didn't know what to do? Deep down inside I knew that I didn't want to do anything that Roger didn't know about, especially feeling about Mike as we do. That coupled with the permanency of photos, should have been reason enough to leave. Damn that 4th glass of wine. I quickly designed a plan for me to back out, maybe bullshit them with a chance of a rain check; by the time those thoughts raced through my mind Mike already had three pictures. This battle of the war was lost; forever he would have at least those pictures of me wearing next to nothing just for him. I moved into different positions as Darla would instruct, positioning this little gemstone in whatever position she wanted. Oh the look on that assholes' face, I was his own little show. Placing me into sexually provocative poses, was just not for his enjoyment, but to have this indignity captured on film. He was on top of the world, and before this evening was over I would be reluctantly putting him even higher. That thought almost made me gag. I could already taste him. Darla stepped up behind me, started to run her hand through my hair. With her other hand she deftly unfastened my bra. Almost instinctually as my bra started to come down, my hands rose over my breast, hiding them from the dick. Pulling my hands away exposing my nipples to Mike, it was with an evil joy she started to again tweak my nipples, this time lightly scratching them with the tip of her fingernails. They now stood pornographically erect, looking as hard and sexy as possible for either the camera or the man. Forced down onto the yoga mat that was covered in the silk sheet, its unwelcomed coldness against my back made my nipples flinched causing slight twinges of pain. As I lay there with my knees raised but closed, questioning my dilemma, trying to turn my thoughts into actions, the camera shutter open and closed several times. Once again my procrastination lost out to Mike's sexual greed. Darla through almost professional commands ran me through a series of poses. Dog style facing the camera, dog style facing away, me holding my tits, me licking my nipples, thumbs down the front of my G-string, Mike was getting it all. Save for what was behind the increasingly wetter tiny patch of red silk, no larger than the palm of my hand, nothing was hidden from Mike, and all of it caught forever on film. Stepping to me as I was lying down she knelt beside me. Those long elven fingers of her hands grasping the waist band of my tiny panties. Exposing my tits were one thing but going full nude crossed another line. With an evil grin she started to reveal Rogers treasure to that asshole. I knew her my whole life. I knew that evil artistic grin. I knew she was telling me there was more to this night than what was just in front of me. As her hands slid down my legs taking the G-string with them, I unconsciously raised my hips, then legs to help her. Mother fucker what was wrong with me, why was I letting this happen? Darla held my now moistened panties for a moment temporarily blocking Mikes view. She had an odd look on her face, like a lapidary who just freed a beautiful stone from an ugly rock! What plan was this evil artist still hiding? She tossed the tiny garment into the corner and gave me another untelling grin. As she step away it became clear to Mike how wet all of this had made me. Being watched, being the center of attention, not being in control was making me horny, an unintended consequence of the Masters craft. The profoundness of my situation started to dawn on me. I was completely naked in front of them; not a stitch of clothing for me to hide behind. Mike had never seen me naked, and there I was, completely exposed, and soaking wet just for him. The look of his eyes as he took in the view of my exposed black pubic hair was of pure animalistic greed. At least I had my muff well-trimmed (some would call it a racing stripe) and I was in a well-built phase of my life. So concentrated on my nakedness, I don't think he even recognized Darla's presence in the room anymore. They were still dressed. They were in control. They set the pace. They decide how far it was to go and the plan was for it to go even further. I wasn't ready. My nudeness would be forever memorialized and he was the keeper of the memorial. Was this the first wave of my sobriety? Yet again I almost vocalized my protest; Yet again, dickhead and his camera beat me to it. The sound of the shutter was ominous. Snap-click, snap-click! Catching me forever in all my glory, Holy shit, what if Roger sees these pictures? This time it was Mike instructing me through my poses. I wasn't pleased with this. It was one thing taking uncomfortable orders from someone I loved, it was a completely different issue when it was someone I didn't even like. Sadistic is the only way to describe it, uncomfortable but erotic at the same time, with a sense of enslavement, receiving orders from Darla by deputation of Mike. The knowledge of Darla's presence gave me strength to carry on. As I followed his instructions for posing the uncomfortableness of my servitude forced me to hide my most intimate parts. Curiously enough, he didn't force the issue. After a couple of total nude stills, Darla stepped up to the mat. By my hand and in my nakedness, she helped me up. Instead of allowing me to stand completely she placed one hand on my shoulder forcing me down to my knees. She quickly stepped behind me as if to not let the momentum of the evening stop. That begs the question as to ask if that was the reason why they didn't force the issue on more revealing photos. With one of her hands she reached down and grabbed a handful of my hair on the lower part of the back of my head. She pulled downward just as I like it. Dammit, this bitch knows all my buttons. Darla started to shake my head left and right always in control. "Mike, those pictures aren't your only present". "Denise has another present for you". "Go on tell him what it is, don't make him wait". Not being real sure I wanted to do it. I wasn't real sure if I was able to do it. But I damn sure didn't want to tell him what she was going to have me do. She started to pull my hair harder and shaking my head left and right just a little more forcefully, the hair pulling was slightly painful. By this time I knew I was still drunk, and horny as hell. He already had nude pictures of me, so I might as well do it and get it over with. Hoping like hell I wouldn't have to explain it to Roger. My feelings bounced back and forth too many times. I was beat, fuck it, I'll do it. Evidently she pick up on my new found sense of complacency, she grabbed my head with both of her hands, one on my chin the other in my hair pulling again, still moving my head left and right, still in control stopping long enough for me to look Mike in the eye; I took one solid deep breath to accept what I was going to say. Sheepishly I eked out "I want to give you a blow job for your birthday." I swallowed another breath of air to force my disdain for the bastard down far enough to get through the next ten minutes, thinking to myself, fuck, fuck, and fuck. How did I get myself into this? I continued my reluctant birthday present speech, with more convection I said "you can cum anywhere you want too, my birthday present to you is to give you the best blowjob you've ever had." Darla grabbing my breast, started cupping them in a way to place them on display, she chimed "You own her from the belly button up. You can cum on her tits, or if you'd like, I'll allow you to cum on her face, but I'm guessing you'll have her swallow it, anything you want she can't complain". With that she gave me two playfully slaps on my cheek. I don't think I'll ever forget that smug look on his face, what a fucking creep. "She'll suck that cock anyway you want her too, rumor has it she can deep throat, lets test that rumor". Darla let go of my head long enough to grab my wrist and place them behind my back. As Mike was finger fucking his new camera, she whispered in my ear "if those fucking hands come loose and leave from behind your back, I will forcibly hold you down and let him fuck you, deal?" In silent complacency I accepted it as if it were a challenge. Not a word was spoken in confirmation of it; just a slight node pronouncing my ratification, we knew each other well enough to know that if I failed I would be bound play along. For years we have never denied each other anything! There was no doubt in our minds that dickhead would be okay with the use of a little force, might even prefer it, if it meant he got to fuck me. For some reason saying out loud, that I was going to suck his cock, took any remaining fight from me. Now I knew I was going to do it, whether or not I really wanted to do it no longer was the issue. Besides I'm sure Darla would help me through it (what a wonderful friend she is). He stepped up toward me and remained about a half step in front of me. I quipped a meager protest and suggested a condom. The dickhead was all giggles and Darla sang with a familiar musical foot print.