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Writer's Fantasy Ch. 01

By: MJRoberts



"You what?!!" Marissa said.

"I took a job," I said defensively. "A job writing weekly erotica for Moon Steam Magazine," I repeated.

"You?" Marissa said. "You? Jenny Smath. Jenny, I've slept with two people in my whole life, Smath," Marissa said. "Jenny, I prefer novels to people, Smath."

"I need the work," I said. "And it's a legitimate writing job. With a respectable literary magazine. So, yes, I took the job. Which, as you just pointed out, I'm hopelessly unqualified for. And they want this week's article to be about a ménage a trois. And of course I have no idea how I'm ever going to write it, so I desperately need help, which is the only reason I'm even telling you. So, HELP!"

"Obviously, there's only one solution," she said.

"What?"

"We need to hire someone," Marissa said.

I glared at her. When I asked her for help I was hoping she could maybe help me jump start my imagination by telling me about some things that had happened to her. Sharing her experiences. I didn't think she was actually going to physically try to find a way to solve my problem.

"You want to hire someone to help me," I said and I laced my voice with as much contempt as I could. Subtext: You couldn't possibly think of a more stupid idea.

"We definitely need to hire someone," she said.

"Are you nuts?" I asked her. My voice raised an octave. "Mari, you're my best friend, but hiring a guy to..." I couldn't even complete the sentence.

"Wait, hear me out," Marissa said.

I crossed my arms over my chest and frowned at her.

"If you're going to write these stories, you need to have some experience first. You always say write what you know. How are you going to be believable if you have no base to even begin with? You need experience so you know what you are talking about, right?"

I wasn't sure that I liked where she was going with this. On the other hand I loved where she was going with this. 

"And you need to get this experience. FAST," Marissa said. "Well, this way you can get the experiences you need," Marissa said.

"We can't hire anyone for this," I said. 

"Why not?" Marissa asked. "You need it; this is a way to get it. As you know, I'm loaded, so I can certainly afford it."

"It would be too much like paying for sex," I said.

"So what?" she said. "Men do it all the time."

"That's beyond..." I started.

"Okay, how about this. We don't pay him for the experiences; we give him a small weekly stipend, a retainer, for being available to answer any questions you might have."

I was silent. 

"You know," Marissa said. "A consultant. That way you can ask him for his feelings, his thoughts, and get his point of view."

I stayed quiet.

"Come on, Jenny, think about it. It would give your writing more depth," Marissa said. "To incorporate a man's perception."

I had to admit, she had a point. 

"Call it research," Marissa said. "You can't write erotica if you don't have any personal experience to draw from, right?"

"Hhmn," was all I said.

Marissa stalked toward me, unbuttoning the top two buttons of her blouse as she went. She stopped when we were only inches apart. She leaned forward until her lips brushed my ear. "And I'll sweeten the pot for you," Marissa whispered. "I'll join you."

* * *

My blood pressure shot through the roof. Marissa is drop-dead gorgeous. With her strawberry blonde hair, perfect face, and amazing body, Marissa has never lacked in getting attention or experience. Unlike me, who other than a few unremarkable dates in college was practically a virgin.

Marissa knows I've always dreamed about doing a threesome but I never had the opportunity. I never, ever, pictured that she might be the one I would get to do that with.

My face flamed red as I pictured her naked, riding some mystery man. I fanned myself.

"Is that a yes?" Marissa asked.

God help me, I thought. 

"That's a yes," I said.

* * *

Marissa ran to my desk to get a scratch pad and paper. I closed my eyes and practiced deep breathing. 

Slow, deep, breaths, Jenny, I told myself. In and out. That's it. In... and out. 

"Shit, that's not a double entendre," I whispered.

"What?" She said.

"Nothing," I said.

"How's this?" Marissa asked. 

I scooted next to her so I could look over her shoulder at what she had written while she read it out loud. "Handsome man who likes sex needed for hands on research for literary project," Marissa said.

"Hhmn," I said. "Change likes to love."

She crossed out likes and made the change.

"It's missing something," I said.

I looked over Marissa's shoulder as she wrote and spoke aloud, adding one more sentence. "Must be willing to take direction and be up for anything."

Marissa looked up at me for approval.

I shrugged.

"Send picture and short bio," Marissa wrote.

"Yeah," I said. "That will do it."

"Alright," Marissa said. "I'll post this on the internet and we will watch the applicants pour in."

"Oh, God," I said.

"In the meantime maybe you ought to write down a list of all the erotic topics you want to write about, so when we get someone we'll be able to check off all your fantasies," Marissa said.

I groaned. And not in a good way.

"Oh, God," I said again.

* * *

Marissa did all the screening. 

I work full-time as an entry level copywriter. With that and my writing projects I didn't exact have time to be sorting through emails from a bunch of guys, trying to weed out the pervs. Besides, I wasn't really interested in sorting through a bunch of applications from guys. Part of me thought this was a stupid idea. Unfortunately another part of me thought this was a great idea.

I kind of pushed the whole project from my mind. Until Wednesday night when I went over Marissa's house for dinner.

"I found him," Marissa said when she opened the door.

"Who?" I asked.

"Your mystery consultant," she said.

A huge lump lodged in my throat. "You're kidding," I said.

"Nope, and look, he's perfect," Marissa said. She led me to her laptop computer which she had set up on the dining room table. "Come here, take a look," she said.

"Mari, I don't know if this is such a good..." I stopped mid-sentence when I saw his picture. It was a black and white head shot of a movie-worthy gorgeous guy with thick, shoulder length dark hair, a beautiful, square, firm chin, and soulful looking deep brown eyes. "My God," I said, and I leaned forward toward the computer screen to get a better look.

"I know, right?" Marissa said. "But he's probably not as good looking as he is in that picture. That photo was obviously taken by a professional."

I was about to ask if he was an actor when Marissa interrupted my thoughts.

"And he's a musician. That's good, right?" she said. "I mean writers and musicians they get along really well usually, don't they? Because they're both creative types, right?"

If she says right one more time I might have to smack her. And not in a good way.

"It's good, right?"

"Right," I said.

Marissa's not usually this annoying. In fact, she's usually not annoying at all. She is usually pretty great. Maybe she was just getting on my nerves because I was a little bit on edge.

"Read his bio," she said. "He's world traveled, he's a professional drummer, which is great, r..."

I cut her off, "Don't say 'right?' " 

"Ooookay," Marissa said. "He's..."

I'm reading it, I thought. 

Marissa shut up. But she was right. The short information about him was well written. He was a full time drummer with a band I had heard of who were always working. He worked part-time with kids doing music therapy. He was educated. His little blurb was funny and smart. He was Hot with a capital 'H'.

"Jeez," I said. "I'm such a gonner."

"I know, r..."

I glared at her.

"Well he's a major hunk, he has a personality, and he's willing to work with us, or he wouldn't have answered our ad," Marissa said. "So I wrote him back."

"You what?!" My voice raised into the stratosphere.

"I wrote him back, as you, and I told him you'd meet him tomorrow at the Seen Bean Coffee House," Marissa said.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph and Oh, Fuck," I said. "Oh, God," 

"Trust me," she said.

"Oh, God," I said again. "I can't."

"Grow some balls," she said.

"We're not really going to this, are we?" I asked.

"Of course we are," she answered. "Trust me; it's going to be fine."

Holy shit.

At a few minutes to four Marissa and I sat at the very back table of the coffee house. I practiced my deep breathing to keep me from hyperventilating. I was wearing a simple blue and gold summer dress that hid most of my flaws and went down to my ankles. Marissa was wearing a tight, bright red, low-necked tank top that complemented her hair and showcased her cleavage, a short black miniskirt, and fuck-me red Louboutin high heels that sparkled.

"Listen Mari, what if he doesn't..." I said gesturing to my slightly overweight very curvy body and non-impressive chin-length brown hair.

"He will. He's a guy. Besides you are very sexy. This is all about you, your wants, your fantasies, your desire to write realistically to tantalize others. That's sexy."

He walked in and Marissa stood up and waved at him.

The smile that lit up his face had had my heart leap up into my throat and my pulse spike up to stroke level. I smiled back, filled with happiness and euphoria. And then I got angry. What if he thought Marissa was 'Jenny' and I was just along for moral support?

He saved the day as he approached our table. "Wow, two beauties for the price of one. I must have had some really good Karma in a past life." He looked me straight in the eyes. "You're Jenny, the writer?"

I nodded and held out my hand.

"I'm David."

A quick zing of electricity when our palms touch. I quickly retracted my hand but not fast enough to stop the delicious lick of energy up my arm.

We continued the introductions and it went pretty fast from there. He was even hotter in real life than he was in his picture. I was extremely glad that Marissa was there because I was completely tongue tied. The more he talked the better he got. After a while I got lost in the deep dulcet tones of his voice and lost track of the conversation.

I tuned in to hear Marissa say, "You realize you are being paid for your opinion as a consultant and for your time in general but not for anything you actually perform."

"I do, yes," David said seriously.

"That being said," Marissa drawled slowly, "you realize you'll be doing both of us."

Oh. My. GOD.

David put both hands out, palms up, in a sign of surrender, trying valiantly not to smile, and almost, but not quite succeeding. "I live to serve," he said.

"Good," Marissa said firmly and leaned forward giving him a good view of her cleavage. "Because I live to fuck."

Holy shit.

* * *

"Soooooooo..." I said, standing up fast and knocking over my coffee. "I guess we'll see you tomorrow. Holy mother of God.

"No," Marissa said. Now." A heartbeat of silence. "Right. Now."

YIKES!

"Jenny's on a deadline."

I looked at her with pure panic.

"We'll all take my car," she said. She looked right at me. "That will give you some time to build rapport."

This time I said what I was thinking out loud. "Holy shit, Mari, I can't... I...I..."

But then David reached out and touched my hand and I immediately calmed.

"I'm just the consultant," he said softly. "I'm just here to help."

I closed my eyes and instantly I was filled with want. And just that fast I was soaking wet. I've never had a problem getting wet. He stood up in front of me so our chests were barely an inch apart. Not touching me but very near, lover near. He leaned down so his mouth was close to my ear. Close enough that I could feel his breath. "We won't do anything you don't want to do. I'm under your control. You call the shots. You're the writer. You're writing your own destiny."

"Holy mother," I whispered back, "that's so hot."

His lips grazed my ear. "Does that mean I'm hired?" He said with laughter in his voice, so softly it was almost as if he hadn't spoken at all.

"For the rest of your natural life and beyond," I said. "I have to change my underwear and I think I'm going to faint."

He threw his head back and laughed. "I think that's our cue to get out of here."

"Damn straight, and about time," Marissa said. And with extra sway in her step she swung her beautiful ass out the door and David and I followed.

* * *

It was the fastest ride ever to Marissa's house and as soon as we walked in the door Marissa started giving orders.

"David," she said pointing at him, "take off your shirt and go lie down over there." She pointed to the carpet in front of the couch. Then she gestured parallel to the couch so he knew which direction to lie down.

He looked at me for permission.

I nodded.

He stripped his T-shirt over his head.

"My God, you're beautiful," I whispered.

He treated me to one of those amazing smiles.

Marissa went and kneeled between him and the couch.

"Jenny, mimic me on his other side," she said.

I did.

"When did you get to be so bossy?" I asked. This wasn't like her. "Not that I mind."

"I was always this way," she said. "I just didn't want to scare you."

She looked down at David. "Now put your arms around us," she said. He did.

She leaned forward a little.

"On our asses," she said.

"Oh, God," I said.

He did. Very lightly.

Then she leaned forward and kissed him.

I groaned. My God that was hot. 

It was so wrong to think your best friend kissing a virtual stranger was this hot. My eyelids fluttered because I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life and I was getting more turned on by the second.

"How am I ever going to write about this?" I said.

"Jenny?" Marissa said.

"Um?"

"Take off your dress and shut up."

Fuck.

I followed her command with super speed. How could I not? It was like a submissive part of me snapped to attention with an automatic 'Yes, Sir' that was so ingrained it was like breathing. I had my dress off before you could say strip.

I was wearing a plain white bra and panties. If I knew I'd be undressing in front of an audience today I would have gone shopping for something sexier.

Marissa slapped me on my arm.

"What?" I said.

"Pay attention; get your head in the game."

"Okay," I said.

"Good," she said. "Now, unbuckle his pants."

I looked at David's face. His long brown hair was spread out around him. His lips were swollen from where Marissa had kissed him. His brown eyes looked turned on and they were glowing with willingness. Hot.

I trembled unsnapping his jeans. I had a hard time unzipping his pants over his erection. I unzipped them and looked at Marissa for direction.

"Take his pants off," she said.

David raised his hips to help me.

Holy fuck, he was totally hard. His erection was lying flat up against his belly and the tip of him was peeking out his black boxer briefs.

"Suck his cock," Marissa said.

"What?"

Marissa reached over fast and grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled my head back.

"Don't make me tell you again," Marissa said.

My heart beat sped up and my mouth opened and I started to pant. I closed my eyes. I always knew she was hot but I had no idea she could be this hot.

"Yes, okay," I whispered.

"Yes, okay... what?" she said. Her voice was firm. Almost angry. She gave a little yank on my hair. "I said... yes... okay... What?"

I didn't understand. What the hell was she asking?

"Yes, okay, Mistress," I whispered.

She let go of my hair.

"That's better," she said.

I looked at her. Her blue eyes were shining. I had never seen her look so pleased. It was like the cat that ate the canary look, but better. She leaned across David and brushed my lips with hers, barely a touch at all, if I hadn't seen her coming so slowly toward me I would have wondered if imagined it. Then she leaned back on her haunches and looked at me with pure love.

We kneeled there, suspended in time for a moment, just staring at each other filled with love. My heart swelled. Then she blinked and slapped me on the arm, hard, and said in a firm voice, "What are you waiting for Bitch? I want to see you take his cock in your mouth. I want to see what you can do. I want to see what you know. And more importantly," and she leaned forward here and her voice got smoky and sexy, "I want to see what you can ..." she drew the next word out... "Learn." 

I got incredibly wet.

I had to swallow a lump in my throat. 

Holy shit.

She slapped me again. Lightly. Just to wake me up because I was in a stupor.

"Now!"

I looked down at David. He looked up at me like he couldn't believe this was happening either.

I looked down at his cock, still almost completely covered in the soft cotton of his underwear.

This is absolutely the best day of my life, I thought.

Slowly I licked him through the underwear. A slow stroke from the base to the tip. Then I teased the tip, licking the part the peeked out the top, reveling in the fact that more began to show.

"Good boy," I said. Two could play at the dominant thing. "More," I said firmly.

And he did. He grew even longer and thicker and I smiled feeling slutty and free and proud of myself and anticipatory.

"Take his underwear off, Jenny," Marissa said.

I did.

I stood his cock up with my hands and positioned my mouth to go down on him and was starting to when two strong hands grabbed me. Marissa had fisted both hands into my hair, freezing me into place. I slanted my eyes over to her.

"Jenny," she drawled. Drawing my name out into three long syllables.

"Yes?"

"Yes what?" The angry voice again.

"Yes, Mistress," I said softly.

"How much do you like giving a blow job?"

"Very, very much. Truly."

She yanked my hair a little.

"Mistress," I added. I didn't think I could possibly get any wetter but I did.

"Beg me," she said. She leaned in close to me until her lips were against my ear. "Beg me to fuck him with your mouth."

David groaned.

"Please Mari," I said. "I'm begging you. I'll do anything for you if you let me," I can't believe I'm saying this, "...fuck him with my mouth."

She tugged on my hair.

"Mistress."

"Do it," she said. She let go of my hair.

I opened my mouth and slid it over his cock.

"Jesus, Jenny," David said.

I wrapped my hand around the bottom of his penis. I used my tongue and my lips. I found a firm pressure and a good, medium rhythm, I licked and sucked and used my mouth and hand in tandem. When I got to the top I let my mouth come up and over, coming all the way off with a wet popping smack for a millisecond before plunging back over the head.

Marissa put her face right next to mine. "That's a good girl, Sweetie, that's very good. How's she doing David?"

"Oh my God, fantastic. I'm seeing stars; I'm going to come any second."

Swack. Sharp slap to the middle of his chest.

Fist in my hair pulling me off him.

"You don't come until I tell you to," Marissa said in that hard voice while pointing at David.

"You either," she said looking at me.

"You're so hot you make it hard to breathe," I said looking at her.

Sharp yank on my hair.

"Mistress," I said.

"You're a slow learner," she said.

I lowered my eyes slightly. "Or maybe I just like it," I said.

They both laughed.

She gestured to his cock.

"Continue," she said.

"You like to watch, don't you?" I asked her.

"I like everything," she said. "Today I'm going to watch him fuck you. Because you need it. You have a lifetime of experience to make up for." She caressed my face. "Stop stalling and start sucking that beautiful shaft before I beat you to it. Now." 

I went back to sucking his cock, felt it grow even bigger and harder in my mouth. I rolled my lips in more, then I rolled my lips out more, and I judged his reactions. He seemed to like everything equally and so did I. I sped up more and listened to him groan. I drove him to the brink. Then it was my turn to listen to him beg.


Writer's Fantasy Ch. 01



Still Marissa wouldn't let him come. She was cruel.

I thought I heard her moving somewhere but I couldn't be sure over the pounding rush of blood in my ears. Then she slipped a finger into me, underneath my panties. She surprised me and I tightened.

"Fucking A' Jenny," Marissa said. "You're beyond dripping wet, you're a river. 

She found my clit and I was shocked and horrified; that wasn't supposed to happen! 

"No, you're an ocean! Jesus Christ, Jenny, that's unbelievable," Marissa said.

But I could barely hear her. I started writhing against her. I couldn't believe this was happening. I thought that David would fuck both of us but I never thought that Marissa would be touching me. And I never thought that it would feel this good. She knew exactly what she was doing. I felt my eyeballs roll up in my head. My feet began to tingle. My forehead broke out in sweat. I continued to go up and down on David's cock but my attention was divided.

"Marissa, please!" David screamed.

"STOP!" Marissa yelled as she slapped my ass at the same time she withdrew her other hand. She grabbed my hips hard and pulled me away.

"Holy fuck," I whispered. I was panting. I fell over to my side. "What the hell was that?" I whispered.

"What the hell was that, Mistress," she said and laughed.

David made this amazing moan sound and stroked himself. "I must have been really, really good in my last life," he said.

Marissa leaned over me and took his hand and removed it from where it was.

"Hey, I was enjoying watching that," I said.

Hair pull.

"I was enjoying watching that... Mistress," I said.

"I'm very glad," Marissa said. "But it's time for you to fuck him."

Instant blood pressure spike.

"Get up," she said. Hard voice.

Spring. I was on my feet so fast I almost bent the laws of physics.

She laughed.

She had a scissors in her hand. When did she get that? While I was going down on David?

Snip. My bra was cut in half. Snip, snip. My underwear was gone.

"God that's hot," David said. His hand was back on his cock.

Marissa threw the scissors down far away toward the dining room. She ripped a condom packet open with her teeth and threw it onto David's chest. He had it on in a second.

She pointed at David's cock.

"Sit. Ride," she said.

I lowered myself on David's cock. My eyes went to half-mast immediately as he filled me up. I had never felt anything so good in my life.

"Put your arms like this," Marissa said placing my arms on the back of my head and putting my elbows out. "So that your tits rise up higher and sway more."

She caressed the bottom of my breasts.

"Tell her how beautiful she is, David," Marissa said.

"You're gorgeous Jenny," he said. "Mind-blowingly beautiful." He looked at me; his eyes dilated with passion and intimacy, his cock kicking hard with strain as I rode him very slowly.

Marissa got behind me, fitting the front of her hips to my ass. She mimicked my up and down motions. She put her hands on my breasts, slowly molding them up, caressing them. Then she rolled my nipples, pinched them. I couldn't think. She dragged her nails across the now standing at attention tips.

Holy shit.

I started moaning.

"That's it Slave Girl," Marissa said. "Make noise for me."

She stopped me when I was at the very top of an up stroke, the tip of his penis barely in me at all and held me there. Then I whimpered.

"That's it Baby Bitch," she said. "I like it when you whimper."

"Please Mistress," I said.

"Please, I'm begging you," David said.

Marissa reached around and flicked one quick hard stroke across my clit.

"Damn it," I whispered.

Marissa got up.

"Roll," she said firmly and made a turn over motion with her finger.

I sank back down on David's cock and he rolled me over fast, with a sure, strong motion that got me hot all over again. He didn't wait for instructions but began pummeling into me. It was like he unhinged his hips and let his heart go. He balanced on his forearms and stared me in the eyes.

"You okay?" he mouthed.

I nodded.

"Faster?" he mouthed.

I nodded.

"Okay," he said.

I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations. My slick cunt, the knowledge that Marissa was watching, the great subtle grunting sounds David was making. His smell was amazing, an extremely masculine musk that was pure sex and underneath it the faintest trace of soap and maybe a hint of a very subtle cologne. His thick dark hair fell around us like a curtain, giving our faces privacy even as our bodies were exposed. I bent my knees and planted my feet on his calves and pinioned my hips up to meet each thrust.

I hit a sort of ecstasy and felt tiny stars break and shatter and a second later I felt his erection kick hard inside me and heard his shout and then he collapsed on top of me.

"I will write you any report you ever need if I can just do that again," he said. "I will pay you if I can just do that again," he said. He lifted his torso slightly and brushed a lock of hair off my face. "My love," he added.

He got off me and rolled us so I was cuddled against his chest.

Marissa came and lay on his other side and curled against him.

"Jenny has to write this column every week you know," Marissa said. "So you're on the hook now, David. She has a lot more she has to learn. So you're going to have to do this again. And again and again and again."

David groaned. "You two are going to kill me. Of course that means I'm going to die the happiest man alive. That's assuming that I'm not already dead. Am I dead?" He asked.

Marissa laughed. "I don't think so. We need you alive and warm for Monday."

Holy mother of God.

"For literature," Marissa said.

"I'm nothing if not a patron of the arts," David said. "So I'm willing to make the sacrifice. Who am I to stand in the way of greatness?" He turned his head toward me.

"You must be a hell of a writer," he said.

"The best," Marissa said. 

*****

Dear Reader,

Writer's fantasy is a seven part series with each story getting more romantic, explicit, exploring, tense, and hotter.

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Writer's Fantasy Ch. 02







Writer's Fantasy Ch. 02



Marissa's whole hand on my clit, rubbing hard.

"Oh God," I said. 

"It's David's turn now," Marissa said. "David, let's see what you can do." Marissa moved her hand away.

Nothing from David. Air on my pussy. Blessed relief.

"David!"

"No."

"What?"

"I said 'no'."

I looked up at them, squaring off.

"Yes," Marissa said firmly.

"She's had enough. She gets it. She's at her maximum."

"The idea is to push her over her maximum," Marissa said. "It's punishment."

David just stared at her.

"This is the last time, I promise," Marissa said.

David was stoic.

"You better do it," Marissa said. "Because if you don't do it, that just means I will. At least this way she gets variety."

Sigh from David.

David reached up and caressed my breast very softly. "It's not that I don't want to finger you Baby, you know that."

"I know," I said.

"Now!"

Jeez. At least I was really glad for the 30 second respite.

David used his thumb, very softly, getting every singly crevice and valley. This was clearly someone who loved women and loved touching them.

Marissa put her hands in the junction between my very upper thighs and my outer lips and pushed in a little which made it more intense against David's hand.

He continued his slow exploration and I tilted my head back and moaned. It felt wonderful. David continued his slow torture. I was very glad Marissa's hand wasn't on my clit which was throbbing, and not in a good way.

Then Marissa moved her hands and opened me up really wide.

"Okay David, playtime's over. This is punishment, punish her."

And just that fast it was an onslaught. One big hand pressed firmly on my mons and the other one sprang into action. He was everywhere. Fingers hard on my clit. Thumb up my cunt. Change. One hand: some fingers deep in me, one finger hooked and right on my G-spot. The other hand, fingers on my clit rubbing side to side. Hard. Flicking over the nub.

Fuck.

I was so wet I could hear the squish sounds of my juices when I took a breath between moans.

"You can come now," Marissa said.

Tingles up my arms. Burning in my feet. Threshold of agony.

No orgasm in sight. Maybe I was orgasmed out?

Evil, evil laugh from Marissa.

"Good. Now you can get more punishment."

Oh shit.

Marissa briefly caressed my breast and zeroed in on my nipple. She rolled a nipple between her fingers. It popped out immediately. 

"Niiiiiice. Good girl," she said. Then she dragged a nail across the center of the tip.

I moaned.

"Oh, God, Mistress, that feels fantastic," I said.

David moved his fingers faster, both the clit rubbing and the in and out. I began to shake. Now it was punishment. I didn't know how much more of this I could take.

Marissa gave my nipple a little tweak.

"Fear and excitement are very close together in the brain you know."

I did know.

"So are pleasure and pain."

Ut-oh.

"And the anticipation of pain," Marissa stopped playing with my nipple and caressed my stomach, "heightens pain."

Oh God.

"And this is going to hurt," she said.

Fuck.

"A lot."

David went even faster. I think he was as turned on as I was.

"Close your eyes, Jenny," she drew out the words very slowly.

I did.

Snap, she bit the tip of my nipple. Not hard. 

I yelled.

"You surprised me," I said.

"I bet," she said.

"This is going to hurt more," she said.

I opened my mouth. I couldn't breathe.

She blew gently over my nipple. Then she clamped her teeth around the top, very, very softly.

I realized that what she was doing with telling me it would hurt. She was playing mind games with me. She was increasing my anticipation and excitement. It was working.

I could feel her teeth, completely perfect. Then she moved her teeth side to side, gently twisting the top of my nipple. I groaned. I could never explain how amazing it felt.

She stopped that and then she slowly increased the pressure of the bite. More and more. She adjusted a little bit so her teeth were higher up on my nipple where it was even more sensitive. She increased the pressure more. It didn't hurt; it was only pressure. Marissa took my other breast in her hand and teased the nipple up.

She squeezed her teeth in a quick last clamp so I felt a shoot of zing and 'it hurts so good' pleasure run through my body and then she released. She put her hand on that nipple, soothing the teeth marks.

"Would you like me to kiss it and make it all better?"

Holy shit.

There was definitely only one answer for that that wouldn't earn me a slap.

"Yes Mistress."

"Good girl," Marissa said.

"Don't stop David," she said.

David stopped.

But Marissa had her eyes closed and she was gently kissing my nipple. I sighed.

"Glorious," I whispered.

She laughed.

"I'm going to have so much to write about I won't know where to start," I said.

She laughed again.

And then all of a sudden she was sucking on my breast. She took a whole mouthful in and was sucking, a lot.

"Jeez Marissa, you can't do that," I said.

She made a gesture with her hand that I interpreted to mean, 'Oh yeah? Watch me.'

Or maybe she meant, 'You're submissive to me so I'll do whatever the hell I damn well want'.

Or maybe she meant you have such beautiful breasts I can't resist.

There was a whap of the crop on the carpet.

"Marissa you can't do that to me, Mistress," I said.

I grabbed her face and tried to pull her off.

She sucked harder, just to let me know who was in charge. I kept the upward pressure on her face.

After a second she let go, pulling the nipple up as she came off with a popping sound.

"Why can't I do that? Suck your nipple," she said.

"Because I'm not bi," I said.

"You are now," she said.

"That should not be that hot," David said.

We both looked at him.

Marissa sat back on her haunches.

"You know me. You need this from me, and you're going to get this. From me."

Well I had to admit it was great having her on my breast. But I wasn't bi so thank God she stopped. Of course her hand had just been in my cunt so my logic was definitely flawed. After everything she had just done to me, now I was protesting? But maybe it was seeing her. Seeing her reminded me.

This is Marissa, I said to myself. Who is my best friend. Who I've known for ten years. Who is the coolest person I know.

She reached out and held my hand.

"Jenny, you need this in order to write about it. I know you're a little, I was going to say prudish, or naïve, but those words don't cover it, that's not what I mean at all. I know you're a little," she looked at David and noticed he'd stopped rubbing me. 

"But I'm not ..."

"I don't give a fuck what you think you're not. What you were. I care about what you going to become; are becoming. Right this damn second as I fuck you any way I want."

"Damn," David said. Thank God he had stopped touching me. It was all too much.

Marissa scooted over a little bit and started rubbing my clit with a lot of pressure.

"I know you're a little bit under exposed," she said, "but this is very lightweight. Touching a breast is hardly triple X." She changed the direction of her rub on my clit and rubbed faster. I moaned. "Everyone in the world, male and female has dreamed of this."

Marissa gave me a nudge with her knee. "Even you."

"I'm going to suck your tit. Because you need it," she said.

"Nod slave," she said.

I nodded.

"Besides, as I said, I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want. And you're going to enjoy it," she drew the last two words out. "Trust me."

My pussy was really beginning to hurt. I squeezed my legs together around Marissa's hand.

"I get what you're saying," I said. "You win; I acquiesce. So punishment over?"

"Yes," she said.

"Thank God," I said. I closed my eyes and gathered into a ball.

My legs were shoved open, hard, fast. Quicker than I could blink Marissa was between them.

"You said that was the last time!" David said.

"I lied," Marissa said.

"Oh God, Marissa, Mistress, please, I learned my lesson. I'm sorry. Everything so far has been great but..."

"Jenny, shut up."

I leaned back and closed my eyes.

And a tongue flicked my clit with one fast swipe.

"What!" 

Please tell me that tongue was David.

No. It was Marissa.

And she had the most evil smile I ever saw on her face.

"You were a bad girl," she sang.

Then her face was in my cunt, licking.

I was horrified.

"Marissa, no! No. My God you're a girl."

She stopped and looked at me. Gauging my reaction rather than my words. Seeing something in my face, watching the pulse in my throat.

"Drink your cod liver oil with a grain of salt and all that," she said. "Now be a good girl and accept your punishment. This is the last one, I promise."

We locked gazes. I was afraid.

Marissa put her fingers in me, bathing in my thick honey, rubbing me gently. It felt fantastic.

"Are we really going to do this?" I asked her.

"Absolutely," she said.

And that was it. She dove in, licking my cunt. Her tongue was pointy at the tip and strong and it danced over my clit in a way that said she really knew a woman's body. I could feel her cheeks against my thighs and they were so soft. Not like a guy's. I concentrated, trying to remember every sensation so I could write about it later for the magazine.

And then I couldn't think at all. She was so good at this. I groaned and moaned and made noises that there are no words for.

Then David was in my vision. His big shoulders and chest blocking out some of the light and his expression like his face was going to explode from how turned on he was.

Then he kissed me. David at my lips and Marissa at my lips down there and it seemed to go on forever.

Abruptly she stopped.

"David we need your cock now," she said.

"Marissa I don't think I can..."

"Jenny no talking," she said.

Then David was completely naked and had a condom on really fast. I was loose and limp and couldn't move. Quickly David was above me, doing a kind of push-up and poised to enter.

"Nooooo," Marissa said.

We both looked at her with confusion and question marks on our faces.

"Up. Now."

David sprang up. 

"I can't move," I said.

"David, help her up," Marissa said kindly.

He offered down a hand.

"I'll need more help than that," I said. "You two are thorough."

He bent down and helped me sit up and then slowly helped me to my feet. I worked at catching my breath and breathing deep.

"You have always been the prettiest woman I've ever known, Mistress," I said looking at Marissa. "And now I know without a shadow of a doubt that you're also the hottest, but you dish out a cruel punishment."

"Thank you. Stop stalling and stop talking," she said.

She grabbed my elbow and hustled me over to the dining room table, stopping when I was about two feet away from the end of the table.

Now what?

"Jenny bend over and grab the edge of the table," she said.

I did.

"Tighten up your grip good and hard."

I did what she said.

"Now on your tip toes."

"What?"

Fist in my hair. Quick yank.

"One. You heard me. Two, that's 'What? Mistress' ," she said.

"Do it. On your toes. Now!"

I did it, all the way on the balls of me feet as high as I could.

Marissa put her hand on the edge of my hip to help steady me.

"Open your legs a little wider Jenny," she purred.

I did.

She caressed my ass.

"David," Marissa said and she made a gesture over me like I was a buffet.

David caressed my back, a long swipe with that big hand. "Baby, are you okay?"

"Ye...ah...yes?"

"You sure?"

I took a deep breath.

"Yes," I said.

I could feel his moving the tip of his cock against me, poised to enter.

"Wait!" I said.

David stilled immediately.

"What?" They both said.

"Um...I've... um, never done it from behind before," I said.

"Good," Marissa said. "It will be another new experience to broaden your horizon and give you something to write about. Just another day in paradise."

Heartbeat of silence.

"Do it, David. Hard."

David plunged into me in one hard stroke and immediately started moving, a glorious fast pounding. He grabbed my hips to force me back against him with each hard push into me. He was so big and he was going further into me than anyone ever had but it didn't hurt.

I was panting and yelling and groaning and so was David and the smell of my sex was everywhere.

"Jenny I'm not going to be able to last very long," David said. "You're so hot and tight and sweet and watching the two of you before was so hot that I'm not going to be able to last much longer. I'm sorry."

"That's okay, I can't either," I said.

"You'll last as long as I tell you last," she said. "Both of you."

We both groaned.

"Please Marissa," David said. "A guy's biology can only..."

"Keep going. I'm serious," she said. Hard voice again.

I heard a noise.

"She's leaving," David whispered.

"What?" I said.

I turned my head and she was running up the stairs. What the hell was she up to? I watched her go, even from the back she was smokin' hot in that outfit. That tight ass barely covered in the slick black, those thigh high boots, which I could see now also laced all the way up the back. 

"Those boots are hot," I said.

"Tell me about it," David said.

He was all the way in me but he had stopped moving completely.

I heard him breathe out a big puff of air and imagined he was trying to calm himself down. He bent over a little and caressed my hair.

"How you doing there, my love? Are you still okay?"

I thought about it.

"Yes, I'm still okay. Really okay," I said.

We heard the boots on the steps and David started pumping again.

Remember everything, I thought. Every single second of detail. I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensations. 

Then I felt something around my neck and heard a clasp click.

What the hell?

My eyes flew open.

"Wha..."

"No talking Jenny," Marissa said. "Moaning good, talking bad."

Oh boy.

I watched her.

She had put a collar on me. It was lightly padded on the inside and I had to assume it was brown leather on the outside. I assumed that because attached to that were two long leather straps. 

What the hell were they for? I honestly couldn't imagine. To hold in your hand as a leash?

I kept my hold on the table but twisted around to look over my shoulder to see what Marissa was doing.

Holy fuck.

Marissa was attaching the straps around David's waist. Oh my God, she was tightening them. Then with every stroke the pressure on the collar changed. With his out stroke the collar tightened, significantly, pulling back on the front of my throat so I had to bring my head back a little with each pump David did. When he plunged in I could breathe easier and I lowered my head back to level and the collar released.

It didn't hurt. It didn't squeeze too much or threaten to choke me. It was a completely new sensation for me obviously and it took a second to get used to it. And yes, I liked it. A lot. Strangely, it let me be relieved of the fact that I really liked sex. It was like, it's not my fault I love this so much, I'm owned by these people and they're doing it to me. See? Not my fault I'm such a pleasure loving slut.

I had no responsibility.

"I had no idea this would be this hot," I whispered to myself.

"Of course you didn't," Marissa said. "You've been sorely under exposed and deprived before now. Luckily you have me to help you fix that."

Silence for a moment while I concentrated on how good David's cock felt. Better than ever with this collar and harness contraption on. David was panting like a huge lion. Apparently watching what this collar and harness was doing to me was turning to me was turning him on too.

"And very, very thankfully you also have David to help you fix that. You wouldn't be able to have all these wonderful experiences without David," Marissa said. "Thank him for fucking you so well."

She's right. We found him through an ad, he's been by far the best fuck of my life, he's done everything Marissa or I have asked of him. And he's given me permission to write about the experiences I've had with him. And he calls me, 'my love'. He's a fucking miracle and a saint.

"Now! Baby Bitch," Marissa yelled. "What the hell are you waiting for?"

"Sorry Mistress," I said. Pound. Pound. Pound. Fuck, he's so good. "I was just thinking about all the ways I'm grateful for all the ways he's so amazing."

"So thank him," she said.

I twisted around which took the pressure off the collar. I took a deep breath, which I certainly needed because I had been panting too. I let David see all the love, and violent lust, and sincerity in my eyes.

"Thank you, David," I said. "Thank you so much." I started to tear up. Still he pummeled into me, pleasuring me. "You're one of the best things that's ever happened in my life." I would have said the best thing but I didn't want to make Marissa mad.

"My love," he said softly.

"I'm so grateful. I'm incredibly grateful. I should have told you last time. You're an amazing fuck. The best. Incredible. You're so..."

But then I couldn't speak anymore because he started to stroke faster.

"Oh God," David said. "OhGodohGodohGod. OhGod. OhGod. Turn around Baby, please, tighten up the collar. It's so fucking hot."

His voice was strangled.

He pumped even faster.

"Yes," I said. And then I was yelling it over and over. Moaning it.

"Please Marissa," David said and if I thought his voice was strangled before it was positively near death now. "Please, please, please, fuck, please give me permission to come; I can't hold it any longer."

I felt a swap of her hand high on my ass and a second later I heard a swack sound which I assumed was her slapping David's ass and she said in a regal voice, "You may both come."

It was less than a second later than I could feel the pressure of David shooting off, even through the condom. He gave this great mighty shout and then I felt his muscles go slack. 

Marissa took the collar off.

David slowly eased out of me and used my hips to guide me down, to help my feet relax off tippy toe. As soon as he let go off me my knees buckled. He steadied me and laughed.

"Job well done David," Marissa said. "Thank him again slave girl."

"Thank you David," I said.

He lovingly ran a hand over my back. "To say it's been a pleasure would be a gross understatement."

My legs were still Jello.

"Hold her there for a minute," Marissa said.

"Oh no," I said. "If you have more punishment in mind for me I think I literally may pass out."

"No Darling, you've done very well," she said. She stood very close to me and put her hand into my hair. She turned my face up to look at her.

"Now, are you a good girl?"

"Yes Mistress," I said.

"And who's in charge?" she said.

That was an easy one. "You are, Mistress," I said.

"Very good. And you're not going to start without me again, are you?"

I really didn't think she cared. She just wanted an excuse to mete out whatever devious sex plan she had in mind.

Hair yank.

What was the question again?

"No. I'm never going to start again without you. Never. I'm sorry."

Hair pull.

"Mistress."

She brought he face very close to mine. "Now it's not so hard to be a good girl? Is it?"

Like I had a choice.

"No Mistress."

"And you liked your punishment. You liked going from a bad girl to a good girl, didn't you?"

Shit yeah.

"Yes Mistress," I said.

"But you're never going to make me punish you again, are you?"

"Uh...."

She laughed.

"Maybe?" I said.

She let go of my hair and David let go of my hips. My knees buckled and I fell to the floor.

"Oh my fucking God," I said.

"No shit," David said.

Marissa brushed her palms together with a slapping sound. "My work here is done," she said.




Writer's Fantasy Ch. 02



"No kidding," I said.

"Baby, are you alright?" David said.

We both looked at him like he was nuts.

He laughed. "Just checking."

"I deserve a fucking Pulitzer Prize for this," I said.

"I deserve some sort of award too," Marissa said. "I masterminded it."

"Damn straight," I said. "What should we call it? Perverted Mistress of the Year Award? Best Sexual Punishment by a Female Award? How about Hottest Bitch in the United States? Or the world."

She smiled.

"Sexiest Dom in Boots?" I said.

"I like that one," David said.

We both looked at him.

He got down on the floor with me and gathered me in his arms.

"Oh no David, you're not done yet," Marissa said.

"What?!" David said.

"Well you still have to pleasure me," she said. "So loosen up that tongue. It's time to get that tongue out."

He groaned.

"But I've made it easier on you," she said, easing that short, short skirt up. "I'm not wearing panties."





Writer's Fantasy Ch. 03





by M . J. Roberts 







Writer's Fantasy Ch. 03



"You like that don't you?" Marissa asked.

"Y...y...yes," I said. It was rhetorical. She knew I liked it. I liked everything David did.

David continued fingering my clit while pushing in and out of me. He used his other hand to caress my back, compete loving. Love in every way flooding out of him and into me. And then that hand was fisting in my hair pulling ever so slightly. I felt that wave of almost there to orgasm rush up on me.

This was totally different than what he had done with Marissa. It was more like a boyfriend girlfriend in love thin rather than a guy fucking a friend's friend thing. And the moment I thought that I orgasmed, clenching around his cock and screaming out.

David pounded into me harder and he came a few seconds later. Then he rolled us both so we were on our sides on the couch, still connected, me spooned up into him. It took a minute for my vision to clear. And as soon as it did, of course there was Marissa. She looked like she wanted to be clapping.

"Good show mate," she said in a fake upper crust British accent, "Jolly good show."

I was too wiped out to laugh. David wrapped an arm around me and hugged me to him tighter. Protective. I could feel his breath in my hair.

"God that was so, so great," David said.

Marissa walked over and slapped us both lightly on the side of our thighs. "Come on, sit up."

David pulled out of me and maneuvered us a little. I was afraid to sit on Marissa's couch without a towel or something underneath me. The upside of being a fountain of wetness is your best friend can make you get wet enough for show without touching you; the downside is you may worry about staining her couch.

Seeing my hesitance Marissa said, "Don't worry, if I need to I can by a new couch."

But David settled me on his lap into almost the same position I had been in with him at the very beginning of this session. Although it sure felt different now.

Marissa had to crawl over my legs and lean into me for that kiss.

"Mari..." I protested.

"Sshhh..." she said. She pushed my torso back and started kissing me, really kissing me. I let her push me back and then my back was against that arm rest that had already proved oh, so handy, and she was half on top of me, kissing me, both of us in David's lap.

It was like Heaven, a really, really, dark sweet sexy naughty Heaven, and I had a thought, When is this ever going to end?

Then she managed to wiggle some room between us and plunged her fingers into me. Suddenly I was on fire, need ranging through me, wanting Marissa so much, wanting David. Hungry. Incredible hunger. Like I wanted to devour them.

But I was a long way from coming. Just fill of wonder and need and disbelief that Marissa and I were really doing this in David's lap. Then Marissa bit my lower lip and BANG out of nowhere, I was wrecked by a strong orgasm.

My whole body went loose and Marissa laughed and thank God David was holding me or I would have slid off the couch for sure because none of my muscles were working.

"That's not bad Jenny," Marissa said. "For a beginner. But you still need more practice. Lots and lots of practice."

I didn't know whether I should look at her like she was a Goddess or she was nuts.

"Doesn't she need practice David? Lots and lots and lots more practice?"

"Hell yeah," he said.





Writer's Fantasy Ch. 04







Writer's Fantasy Ch. 04



"And then stop for a second and do this," she said and she grabbed him with both hands and pulled, long and hard toward his chest, like she was wringing out something that was soaking wet.

"And then start again," she said. But she didn't for a second, she kept pulling on him while looking at me.

"You want to establish a good rhythm and keep it really steady, so it helps to think of a song with a good beat and fuck him with your mouth pulsing to that," she said.

And she went down on him again.

And I watched.

Holy shit was right.

More of her hair was escaping the hair pins so when she went down on him all I saw was her strawberry blonde head, totally covering him.

"You're going to kill me," David said.

She stopped.

"And then you bite him," Marissa said.

A 'holy shit, fuck,' from David that did not sound friendly.

But she didn't bite him; she went down on him and used her teeth, ever so lightly to drag a sensation up his shaft.

A strangled sound from David.

She stopped.

I waited.

"Do you want to try?"

"Oh. Hell, yes. I do."

She leaned back a little and made a 'well, he's all yours' gesture with her hand.

David's eyes snapped open. He looked at me.

I just waited, staring at him. It was all just so good.

"Jenny," David said. "Come on, please, don't make me wait. This whole thing is sweet torture enough and I want you so bad and ..."

"David. Shut up," Marissa said.

"Jennny," Marissa said sweetly. "Do you want a turn?"

She didn't have to ask me again.

I repeated everything the way she had instructed me, but it seemed to me from the noises David was making that to David it was a little different. But I could tell he loved it and I loved it so I just kept going, full-tilt, full of wonder and verve, taking, taking, taking. And giving. Sucking his cock in and loving it because it all was just, so, so, good.

"Stop Jenny," Marissa said.

I stopped.

And then she grabbed his cock, but just with two fingers pressed near the base on the front and her thumb firm on a vein on the underside.

Then she started jerking him off, little short, sharp tugging motions, using just those three fingers.

Hhhhmmmn...

I could tell she was about to ask David if he liked it but his back bowed off the ground and his hands curled, squeezing into deathly white clenched fists, and he ground his teeth together.

Marissa laughed.

"I guess you like that, hmn? Do you like that David?"

His eyes were closed and he didn't talk. Like he couldn't talk.

Marissa stopped.

"Want to try that Baby Bitch?"

My breath caught. The power she had.

"Yes," I said.

"Do it."

I did and David said, "Oh God, I'm coming, I'm going to come right now."

Marissa said, "NO." She knocked my hand out of the way and circled the base of David's cock with her thumb and forefinger, making a ring, and it looked like she squeezed good and hard. I thought I saw David's balls seize and tighten up.

"Not yet David," she whispered.

"That is, you do still want him to fuck you, don't you Jenny?"

My head tilted back. All of a sudden my neck muscles were loose and couldn't support it. "Oh God yes. Please, yes."

Marissa laughed again. Who was this woman?

"Alright Miss Writer, continuing our lessons, let me tell you. There are six basic classes of sexual positions. The hundreds of Karma Sutra like contorting and glorious variations can all be broken down and placed in these six different categories: The six positions of fucking."

"Six?"

"Six," she said firmly.

I couldn't think.

I heard David's labored breath. He was trying valiantly to calm down, struggling to practice deep breathing.

Marissa let go of him and used her fingers to count.

"One, man on top, two, woman on top," she said.

I paused. Picturing David on top of me, pummeling into me. Me riding him with my hands high and my elbows out.

"Okay, I understand that," I said.

"Three, from behind, four, someone's on their side, five, standing up, and six, sitting in an 'X'."

"Huh, what's that?"

"Like David and I did on the couch," Marissa said.

The picture of them moving together when I thought it was so beautiful my eyes might burn out from the sight popped into my head.

"You know, with his knees and her knees, and she's kind of sitting on him, and everything crosses so it sort of looks like an 'X'."

"Okay," I said.

"And considering that Dave here is on the clock, I think we should make him do all six for you."

Choking sound from me; concerned but 'oh, yes, yes' noise from David.

"Well, he's already on his back. It'd be a shame to make him get up when he's going to have to move so much in just a few minutes, so hop to it."

I stared at her.

She grabbed my hair. "Fuck him Jenny. You've kissed him, licked him, sucked him, now it's time for you to fuck him. Get on that beautiful animal and ride."

My eyes were flittering. She didn't let go of my hair.

"And I'm going to sit on his face while you do."

"Oh, God," I said.

She let go of my hair and I stood up quickly to pull of my underwear. I straddled him and quickly sunk down on him. He let out huge gust of air on one big breath, like being in me was such a blessed relief.

"Jenny Baby," he said.

I placed my hands on his chest and slid up and down on him once. It felt so incredibly hot and passionate and sexy and raw, so miraculously familiar, like I had completely arrived home. It was returning to a home that was so totally mine, even though I had never been there. Like coming back to the only family you've ever known after a long, long journey away.

"Baby," he said again.

I started moving up and down him in earnest now, wanting to bring him the same great pleasure he was bringing me.

I forgot about Marissa for a second and then she was in front of him, straddling him, lowering herself onto his face.

"He's a freaking lucky duck," I said.

"Damn straight," she said. Then she leaned forward and kissed me.

We established a kind of dance, Marissa and I almost entwined, lifting up, slamming down and back, doing it again.

It lasted just a short, short, time, before Marissa said.

"Stop now."

Briefly I had a flash thought of musical chairs, where the music stopped suddenly and everyone scrambled to find a good place.

"Up now," she said to me as she was getting up and off him.

I got up, none too gracefully, and stretched up, hands reaching toward the ceiling before I realized that the dress was so short, and I wasn't wearing any underwear, that I was now flashing them.

David smiled.

"We just did woman on top, I think you might remember man on top and the X from our previous sessions... you do remember our previous three sessions don't you Jenny?"

Strangled sound from me as every single thing from the first moment I saw David in the coffee shop, to me spilling my coffee, to seeing David's chest for the first time as he whipped off his shirt when Marissa directed him for the first time to lay on the floor in front of the couch, to all the decadent, wild, hotter-than-shit, oh my fucking God, new experiences of gluttony rushed through my memory like a Technicolor movie with roaring sound and oh God, smell. I was awash in sensations. I could feel my skin turn red up to my hair roots.

"Yeah...." I dragged out. "I remember."

"So that covers woman up, man up, X, and also from behind. When he fucked you with the harness. You remember the harness, don't you Jenny?"

Strangled groan sound from me and David.

"I remember," I whispered.

"I sure as fuck remember," David added.

"So that's four down, two to go. I think we'll leave standing up for another day, seeing as we've already been taxing his resources, sucking his ... energy, as it were, so that leaves..." she stalled, looked up, and tapped her face with her finger, pretending as if she were trying to remember.

"That leaves what Jenny?"

I forced my mouth to work. "Someone's on their side," I said.

"Right. Side by side. You ever been fucked while you were on your side, Jenny?"

"No," I said.

"Of course not," Marissa said.

"And would you like that experience? With David? You know, just purely for research purposes? So you have something to write about?"

I looked at David and remembered he hadn't come yet. His penis was jutting out into thin air, just hanging there, practically freaking throbbing with 'come here Bitch and fuck me' written all over it.

"I want it," I said. "I really, really..."

"Jenny shut up," Marissa said. 

"Oh, but wait I forgot something," Marissa said and then she said. "But wait! There's more!" In that game show voice again. "I've never taught you how to sixty-nine," Marissa said. "But surely you've sixty-nine-ed before haven't you Jenny?"

"Ah...no," I said.

They both stared at me.

"But you know what it is," Marissa said to me in a voice you'd use with someone who was horribly abhorrent.

"Yes," I said. "I know what it is."

"Well, we'll save that for another time too," I said. 

A soft moan from David, I couldn't tell if it was a good one or a bad one.

"So, where was I?" Marissa said, with a look that said she knew exactly where she was. "Where was I?"

She looked at me. I stared back at her, dumb struck. Damn if I know. Lessons, sixty-nine, later, what? She was speaking English but my body was speaking cunt juice.

"Side on side," David said in a rasp. "Jenny Babe, come here, please." The last word was strangled.

I looked at Marissa for permission.

"Jenny, come here," David said.

I walked to him and bent down in front of him. I started to lie down facing him but he grabbed my arms and turned me, manipulating me so I was lying down on my side with my back to him.

"Baby," he said passionately in my ear.

He angled the top half of my body away from him a little bit, grabbed my hips and yanked my ass toward him, fitting it snugly into his hips.

"You gonna be okay fucking from this angle?" David asked. He pushed my tight dress up a little. I had forgotten I was still wearing it.

I was silent. How the hell did I know?

He growled in my ear, "Because I really, really want it." He kissed my ear.

"Whatever you want, I want," I said.

Then I could feel the head of him slip inside me, so gentle, and then with a pumping push he was all the way in. He held still.

I closed my eyes, feeling all the sensations. David was in deeper now than he'd ever been before, hitting different spots than I had ever felt.

He pulled out and plunged back in. Waited for any response from me. I was still trying to get a sense of the newness of it.

Slow pull out. Fast plunge in.

"Jenny Babe. You okay?"

"Um, yeah. It's just, so deep. And you're so big it's...filling me up everywhere. It's really different." I paused, clenched for a minute, sensing. "But I'm okay. I ... I think I like it."

David laughed. "Well let's do it some more to make sure."

"Oh yes," I said.

And that was it. David was pumping in and out. One hand firm around the back of my neck, one big hand squeezed tight over the span of the side of my hip and my ass, pinioning me in place. He increased his speed and intensity, getting so much harder and faster, and every time he was all the way in it bumped this weird high place, almost hurting but not quite.

He was making these glorious sounds, these super male, almost animalistic sounds, somewhere between a grunt and a moan. Not loudly, not softly, but oh so powerfully, a 'mmn, anh,' coming out with each thrust in. He let go of my neck and fisted my hair, pulled my neck back as far as it would go. He twisted around above me and kissed me, hard, and then I was kissing him back, pouring all I had into him as pounded into me. 

Then Marissa said, "Jenny, put your leg like this." She came over and took my top leg and bent it even further and rotated it so my knee was facing the ceiling. She planted my foot firmly on the floor by David's thigh. With my high, high black heel with that tiny little ankle strap, it felt like something obscene. And it was. And I'm sure it looked obscene because Marissa was staring at me, right there, and David's sounds got louder.

"That's a good girl," Marissa said. "Now play with yourself."

What?

"That's the thing about this open position. It's totally open so it's a great position to play with yourself."

Totally open was right. I could feel air on my upper vagina, and it was so exposed and so right out there that I felt totally vulnerable, exposed.

"Jennnnn...ny," Marissa said firmly.

But David slid that hand that was on top of my hip down the front of me, over my mons, and right into my folds. It took less than a second for him to zero in on my clit.

"Jenny you're so wet everywhere, thick and so..."

He was quiet for a moment while he searched for a word. Like grabbing my hair and fucking my cunt hard, and rubbing my clit robbed his mind of being able to search for words, and he simply forgot how to say 'much' or 'a lot'.

"Abundant," I added and was rewarded with a particularly hard stroke.

"So thick and so abundant," he said in my ear, tons of that sweet, sweet, sticky nectar, dripping all the fuck over, a fucking huge deluge," he growled and his voice got low and raspy. "Fucking slicking so thick and nice all over my cock, coating down my fingers, running all over you. I love the smell, I love the taste. I just can't," even harder and faster pounding here, even harder grip on my hair. "I just can't believe how great this is; this river of greatness that fucking just starts from the very first second. I can't get over it. I'll never get over it."

He let go of my hair and slipped that hand under my ribs pushed and rubbed the side of my breast. 

Marissa came forward, my God she had been watching all of this, listening to all of this, my freaking God, smelling all of this. And that is just so, so wrong. Yet there was that part of me, that so wanted to be watched.

Marissa came forward and ghosted a kiss across my lips, just the lightest of touches. Then another butterfly kiss on my collar bone. Then she was at my breast, nipping and sucking.

I couldn't possibly get any wetter. I just couldn't, couldn't, couldn't, possibly get any wetter. 

Could I?

I couldn't, I thought.

Whoosh, flood. I was wrong.

Then Marissa kissed down my stomach, oh God, what was she doing? Where's she going? What the hell is she doing? Oh no.

Then she was at me, licking my clit, sucking me, flicking it with her tongue. She put both hands in me, opening me even wider as David continued to pump and rock in and out of me.

Marissa licked me harder and faster.

I started to scream.

Really scream, in earnest. Full out, let go, must have been able to hear it on other contenants scream. I heard Marissa laugh into my pussy as I began to shake.

Oh God, I have to wait for her permission, Oh God, Oh God.

The shaking of that one leg got bigger and greater, trembling out of control. I couldn't hold it. All my muscles were tightening, straining, and it began to be a torture I couldn't take.

"That's a good girl," Marissa said.

"Please! Please Mari, please," I said.

She stopped licking me and with one hard, quick flick of her thumb she said, "You can come now."

With a huge shout I came, racking spasms contracting my back up hard, pulling me away from David, and clenching of my insides holding him in. 

My heart rate was through the roof, blood rushing into my head. Everything was happening at once, my cunt squeezing and pulsing hard on its own. My body was flushing, burning, the lightning electricity zipping fire so hot up my legs I'm surprised they didn't burst into flame.

Marissa laughed out loud, a hearty, happy, throaty laugh.

"Now that's a good girl."

"No shit," David mumbled from behind me.

I melted into the floor, spent from the heat and the seizures and the intensity. Everything was completely lax and loose, like I had no muscles at all, or they had liquefied themselves. The heat of their power had consumed me. I was spent from the vulnerability, from being so open, from the wanting and the getting.

"I can't believe that, I can't believe any of that."

Warm, sweet chuckle in my ear from David.

"This isn't a writer's fantasy this is like a writer's...hallucination. Unimaginably mind-blowing dream. A writer's inferno. A writer's castle."

"A way with words," Marissa said.

"That's my girl," David said.

"Did you think that was hot?" Marissa asked looking right at me.

That was rhetorical right? I mean that was so beyond obvious that didn't deserve an answer.

But she looked at me. "Hot, right?"

"Searing, singeing, mind burning, hell annihilating hot," I said.

"That's good," she said. "Because next time will be hotter."

"I'm never going to survive all this." I groaned. "I can't get up," I said.  

"My work here is done," David said.

"Ever," I said.





Writer's Fantasy Ch. 05



5

It was Thursday, August 1st. Summer turned into a scorcher, from hot to hotter, and boy, could I relate to that one. We'd had four "sessions". Now it was a new month and part of me felt like the experience should be over. But most of me felt like it should never end, like I never wanted it to end.

And goodness, if we stopped, what would I write about? For my column for the magazine I had pretty much just been telling what happened with Marissa and David verbatim. I was couching the stories in a sort of 'yes, this could be fantasy but maybe it all happened' tone. As in, you can believe it or not, but this is actually what's happening; to this anonymous author, to me. To M.J. Roberts, writer of realism -- an erotic journey, and now a writer's fantasy, it's just one of life's bizarre twists that had turned boring into fanfare extraordinaire. 

The magazine had gotten so many letters and emails and magazines saying that they liked it that they gave me a raise.

And strict instructions to keep the stories coming.

With the ultra-reality tone forefront, as they said. Yeah, more, much more just like that, they said.

Holy fuck.

And me, usually creative but hopelessly dumb as to what I could write for my author's next possible adventure without help.

Help from you know who and you know who.

Oh, woe is me. Life is so hard.

Damn shame.

And today is Thursday. Which means I have to get through the whole damn workday, dragging on in super slow motion like an old fashioned record set on the wrong speed until it's time to go to Marissa's house again.

And David.

Oh yes, yes, fuck yeah. David.

Oh, too, delicious to be true but is. David.

Oh God I see you and I feel like my heart is going to swell and burst but I would never tell you that, David. Because, you know, he's technically the consultant, and I only see him two damn times a week, in these arranged "sessions". The fuck sessions you might call them. Hardly the place to pronounce your undying love.

But oh yeah.

Oooooohhhhh yeeeaaaaah. It's Thursday.

I was going to have to try to enjoy the wait.

I was standing in front of my closet trying to decide what to wear. I chose my very favorite sundress. A bright yellow dress with little cap sleeves and small blue and orange and purple flowers all over it. The grass may be burning to a crisp in late summer time but I looked like fresh spring.

Dressing like spring was a really good idea. It certainly wasn't a bad idea at all to dress like an Ivory girl. Because after being wholesome all these years and then all of a sudden plummeting into the fast, decadent, descent of corruption into the obscenely wholly dirty hell of the wicked, to dress with a little calm sunshine and bright springtime in my step would remind me of who I really am.

Or was.

I finished getting dressed, put on light make-up, slipped into sandals with at least a little bit higher heel that the flat ones I usually wore, in honor of it being Thursday, and went off to my job copywriting with a happy heart.

My copywriting had freakin' bloomed in the last two weeks. Like some strange odd occurrence, (I couldn't possibly imagine what), had opened a floodgate of creativity and speed and accuracy that made my day job a breeze and my bosses very happy campers.

Not as happy as me though.

I drove to work, knowing that I would be doing the day on autopilot.

Speeding toward 5:30. Toward Marissa's house. Toward the "session".

Knowing that despite the slow mo surreal sensation, the day would speed by.

Because it was Thursday.

And we all know what that means.

*

My cell phone rang at 4:30. I looked at the screen. Marissa.

Maybe I should change her ring tone. To Witchy Woman maybe. Or Wicked Games We Play. Or the part of that old Rick James song, Superfreak, the line that says 'she's a very freaky girl...'

I picked up the phone.

"Ah, hello?" I said.

"Hi!" The friendly voice. Just like we hadn't been doing the nasty in every which way but loose for the past two weeks. And I hadn't been documenting it for posterity. And then publishing it where anyone could read it. Just like, oh hey, hi. Not like, hey, it's me, your fucking dominating Mistress who decides what you will do and how you'll do it and to whom when I fuck your brains out.

Yeah. Right. Oooookay.

"Hi," I said back in the same tone.

"Knock off early," she said. "So you get here a little early."

"Marissa, I work a nine-to-five job; I can't just leave early."

"You mean you won't just leave early. It's already 4:30. You've been working faster and better right? Got all your work done already, ahead of time, right?"

This is what happens when you are best friends with someone for over ten years. They get to know you.

"Ah, y...yeah," I said.

"So. Come. Here." Voice not so friendly now.

"Right. Okay. I'm coming," I said.

"Right now?" Friendly again.

"Yes," I said firmly. "Right now." 

*

She opened the door and the first thing I noticed is she was wearing a black dog collar with spikes on it. The next thing I noticed was her hair was a dark, dark auburn, slicked back tight to her head and tied with some sort of black and gold and silver clamp high on top, with a long, long straight ponytail running down her back and all the way to ass. Straight and thick and looking almost more than anything like the tail of an actual horse. Or more accurately, a whip.

Then I noticed her abundance of black eyeliner, dark burgundy almost black lips, silver earrings that resembled little chains and paddles.

I also blinked convulsively at her dress. The dress had a bustier-like top part which cinched in her small waist even further. The corset was black leather and had multiple buckles on the sides and a zipper going all the way down the front. The skirt part of the dress was a tiny, short, tight, black leather skirt also with the front zipper.

Fuck.

"Come in," she drawled.

Double fuck.

"Aaaaauuummmahhh," I said with a coughing choking sound. I walked in.

"Yeah, um," I said gesturing head to toe to her outfit. Same black thigh high, high heeled, fuck, fuck, fuck me, laced-up boots. Strip of black fish net stockings sticking out between the boot tops and her skirt.

"Um," I tried again.

One word came to my mind. Gob-smacked. And then flabbergasted. And then tongue-tied. And then laryngitis because I wondered if it would be a week before I could speak.

"Um," I said again and paused. "Your hair's red."

"All the better to fuck you with," she said in a Little Red Riding hood parody.

I just looked at her.

I knew she wouldn't mess with her beautiful strawberry blonde hair, so this deep, deep auburn must be a temporary rinse, it would wash out. And her shoulder length curls would return to normal after she took the ornament clamp thing and the tail off.

But holy shit she was hot.

"Um," I said.

"The writer has a surprisingly limited vocabulary," she said.

She looked me up and down, taking in my yellow sundress, my unadorned not quite shoulder length brown hair, and reasonable inch and a half heeled sandals.

"Girl," was all she said. Then after a moment she added, "Eventually we're going to break you of this look."

"I look nice," I said.

"Very true," she said. "And perfectly dressed for teaching kindergarten. If we run out of teachers teaching out of one room school houses on the prairie you will be absolutely, perfectly, majorly appropriately set."

Humph. Thanks.

"Come on in," Marissa said although I was already in, "Do you want a drink?"

I looked her up and down. This did not look like it was going to me an easy day.

"Good Baby Bitch, do you want a drink?"

"Hell yeah, or two," she laughed.

She laughed and I followed her into the kitchen, watching her move with that short, tight skirt barely covering her ass, and I had the thought for the hundredth time, who was this woman?

Then I said it out loud, "Who is this woman?"

She laughed.

"And what did you to with my best friend?"

She laughed again. "Margarita?"

"You know it," I said.

She had everything out and ready and blended my drink up in a second. Handed it to me. It was just the way I liked it. Very little alcohol, tons of fresh strawberries, not too much ice, salt on the rim.

"Mmmn," I said sipping the drink. "I don't know who the hell you are but I'm glad my friend who knows what I like is still in there."

She saddled up close to me. "Oh. I know what you like all right."

Gulp.

Add huge swig of margarita here.

"So...Jennnnnn..nnnny," she said.

Ut-oh.

"Where's the list?"

"Hunh?"

"Give. Me. Your. List."

Wha...?

Bam. I got it. Holy crud, she wanted my list of possible sexual fantasies. No fucking way.

"Aaahhh, I don't have it," I said.

"Liar."

"No, really..."

Marissa put her finger across my lips. "I've known you a long time. I can always tell when you're lying. You have a tell."

Well shit.

"So hand it over," Marissa said. "Give me the list."

"Um, you know, I'd really rather not. You see, the thing is, they aren't really necessarily things I'd like to do..."

She glared at me.

"They're more like any possible different thing I could possibly think of that might be a possible topic for writing at a later date, you know? Like, a brainstorming list."

Ding-dong.

I was literally, saved by the bell.

Marissa wagged a finger at me.

"This is not over," she said.

I needed more alcohol. Definitely more alcohol. A lot more alcohol. I took a quick swig, put my drink on the counter, and hurried after Marissa to greet David. By the time she got to the door I was right beside her.

She opened the door.

And there he was.

Huge.

Handsome.

Powerful.

Starved.

Oh boy.

He took one look at Marissa and his eyes bugged out of his head. His eyelids peeled back and his mouth dropped open and he had a look on his face somewhere between someone who had just been in a car accident and was in shock and someone who just won tickets to Disneyland. 

"Why thank you David," Marissa said in a voice that was deep and pleased and oozed forbidden pleasure. "Come in."

He walked in and she slammed the door behind him. Locked it. Locking us all in together. She took a step a little closer to me so we were side by side.

David looked from Marissa to me back to Marissa and back to me again.

"Holy shit," was all he said.

"Marissa you look... well fuck, you know how you look," he said. He turned to me. "And you, you look..." and then he just broke into a huge happy smile. 

He looked from her to me and then her to me and back again. Blinked. Shook his head. Blinked again.

"It's like...night and day, darkness and light," he said.

"Naughty and nice," I said.

"The librarian and the slut," Marissa said. "Heaven and hell."

"It's such magnificence I hardly know where to start or where to stop. You absolutely slay me. The two of you together. Like this. Heaven and hell alright."

He came over and kissed me. The hello kiss. And then deeper and deeper, hotter and more passionate, one his hand around my back, holding me to him.

"I take it back," he said. "I know exactly where to start."

I smiled up at him.

"Jenny has a list she wants to show you," Marissa said.

Oh shit. Not this again.

"A list?" That was an interested voice from David.

"No, no," I said.

"What type of list?" he asked.

"It's a list of all the writer's fantasies," Marissa said. "Everything that virginal little inexperienced, secretly twisted soon to be slut writer could ever possibly imagine."

"Re-eeeeeeaaaaallyyy," David said. Very interested voice. "Do tell. Let's see it."

"Fuck seeing it." He nibbled my ear. "Read it to me," David said.

"Oh no," I said.

He licked my ear quickly. Nibbled my neck. Went to the other side and bit my ear lobe.

"Read. It. Read it Baby, read it to me," David said.

I laughed. "I don't think so."

"I'm betting she hasn't let it out of her sight since she wrote it," Marissa said. "I'm betting it's in her purse."

Oh FUCK.

She turned around to get my purse which was in the dining room, on the dining room table. I raced around her and ran to get it. Considering she was wearing those fuck holy hell fuck me six inch high heel fuck me boots I could move much faster than she could and I beat her to it.

Yeah sandals.

I snatched up my purse and held it to my chest. I looked from Marissa to David. He held his hands out in a 'hey, I just take orders here' gesture that I didn't believe for one second. He was counting on Marissa to wrestle it out of me. Or command it out of me.

"No freaking way, Marissa. Just not happening. No way."

She strutted the rest of the way to me, swaying her hips, swinging her ass, running a hand down her side.

"Okay, how about this. You're the writer. You look at the list. You pick something you want to write about."

Subtext: And we'll try it. Do it. Run with it a thousand fold.

"Um," I said.

"Just look at the list and decide what we're doing today," Marissa said.

That didn't sound so bad.

After all, I had written 38 things on the list. Yeah, most of them were too heinous and devious and outrageous for me to try, even with my outrageous quotient upped by about, say, one thousand thanks to Marissa, but there must be something on there that was tame enough that I could mention it as a suggestion. Whoa. That then we would do.

Okay. I could do this.

David walked a little closer to us.

"Okay," I said. "But I want to look at the list by myself and not have to worry about you grabbing it from me or either of you looking over my shoulder. You go sit over there."

I pointed to the couch. Obediently they both went over there and sat.

David smiled at Marissa. I recognized that smile. It meant he was going to raz her.

"So I'm guessing you're dressed for church. Maybe you'd like me to spank you first so you can go there all absolved and shiny and new? Maybe I'll be the dom and overpower you in that outfit. Think that's on Jenny's list? No? Maybe not? Or not right now?"

He put his finger on her collar and dragged her part way to him.

"Right after bible study maybe?"

"Jerk," she said, but in a voice that said she really liked it.

"Okay," he said with a laugh and jerked her to him and grabbed the back of her head. Then he kissed her.

"Hi Marissa," he said.

Good. Let them kiss. I'll look at this list. Jeez. I'm such a perv. We can never do any of this stuff. There must be something on this list that's at least in the realm of realistic.

Do it with two men. Well only David's here, so that's out.

Do it on film. Yeah. With my luck that would get back to someone from work and bite me in the ass. So no.

Do it outside and/or in a public place. Yeah, not with Marissa in that outfit. I don't want to be caught fully dressed on Halloween next to Marissa in that outfit.

Get tied up. Oh, now that's something I could get into.

I looked at Marissa.

Um, but maybe today is the wrong day to pick that. She looks scary. Hot as all hell, but scary.

Tie the guy up.

Ding, ding, ding, ding. 

I looked at Marissa and David. Him so big and tan and golden and strong and her so, well, her. They had stopped kissing and were staring at me. He was so major power restrained. And now he would be restrained. And she would do it.

Bingo.

"What?" Marissa said. "You found something."

"Uuhhh," I said.

"It's time to kiss and tell Jenny."

"Um," I said. "How should I say this?"

"I could just read it off the list," Marissa said sweetly.

I folded the list up tightly really fast and jammed it in my purse.

They both looked at me.

"Um," I said looking at them. Then I looked at the floor. "It said tie the guy up," I said softly.

"What was that?" Marissa said and I looked up to see her leaning forward with a hand behind her ear. "What was that?"

"Um, tie the guy up," I said a little louder. "Tie David up."

"Still can't hear you, what?"

David got up and put me out of my misery of having to shout it.

He came right up to me and hugged me and put his lips to my ear. "You can do anything you want to me. You know that. I'm here for you."

He didn't sound like a consultant or a hired gun. More like a lover. Or a husband.

I blushed.

"Whatever you want Jenny," he whispered in my ear. "However you want it. Whether you want to write about it or not."

"Alright slave players," Marissa said. "Hold that thought, I'll be right back." And she hustled upstairs.

"Whatever," he kissed my neck, "however," he kissed my ear, "whenever," he whispered dragging his lips against my outer rim of my ear. 

I shivered.

"Whatever, however, whenever you want." His voice got even softer and his grip on my waist tighter. "Let me ..." He paused as if he couldn't find words to finish his sentence.

"But this isn't really, I mean, I'm not, I don't..."

"Let me give you a chance to go where you would never go." David nuzzled into my hair. "Let me do for you Jenny. Let me push you toward your wildest fantasies, hell, toward everything you've ever dreamed of Jenny." He kissed my neck and his voice dropped to the softest whisper. A seductive trance-like slip of sound. "Everything you've dreamed of and haven't dreamed of. Just let me give you everything."

Holy moly.

I heard sounds from upstairs.

"Take from me, Baby. Take and take and take. Take everything, I've got it. No matter how shy you are to say it. I can handle it. I can take it. I promise you. Whatever you need, let me know, and I'll go to hell and back to get it for you, I promise you."

Fuck, that should not be so hot. That might be the hottest thing that has happened so far.

"Okay?" he asked.

Laryngitis again. Flabbergasted. Astounded. Blown away.

"I'm completely blown away," I said.

He kissed up my neck. "Good," he said.

Marissa came down. Rattling. She was carrying rope, duct tape, and...chains? Bike chain? What? Cuffs. She was carrying so much stuff I couldn't even tell all she was carrying. 

Goodness gracious.

"I'm not sure this was such a good idea," I said.

"This was a great idea," Marissa said.

I looked at David.

"Yeah, maybe not," I said.

"Sure it is," Marissa said. "Your readers will love it. Besides, I'm already dressed for the part."

"Well that's true," I said.

"And besides," she said in a voice that was low and dangerous, "I already have the chains, and the tools, and the tricks of the trade."

"Damn," David said, in a voice that said, whatever else you may think about Marissa, you've got to respect that woman.

She had reached us and she stared at me. "Out on the patio," she said firmly.

I looked at David. He looked back at me. He didn't look scared. And there was no way he was as concerned as I was.

"What do you think?" I asked him.

"I think if it was somewhere in the back of your mind enough to put on your list, then I want to do it for you," David said.

Marissa was already outside on the porch.

David pulled me to him and kissed me. "Come on Baby, try. We never have to do it again. But Marissa's right. You dreamed it. Your readers will want to read it. And I want to give you this. I want to do it for you."

What am I supposed to say to that?

"I'm waiting," I heard Marissa call.

Well fuck.

"Yeah, we're coming," I called back.

As we walked toward the double glass doors I could see out to the patio. Every time I saw it, I was taken by the view. The patio was very large balcony that overlooked Marissa's huge pool. The patio had a big stone outdoor table with a colorful umbrella in the center, six wrought iron chairs, and two plastic lounge chairs.

David and I opened the doors and walked out.

We went out onto the porch and when I caught sight of Marissa I got shocked all over again. God, that outfit. She looked like bitch dominatrix from hell. Like if she had a cat-o-nine tails she could do some serious damage.




Writer's Fantasy Ch. 05



"You're pretty hot in that outfit Mari," I said.

"Pretty hot?" Marissa asked.

I smiled and rolled my lips together to keep from answering that one. She damn well knew she was smoking.

She took one high heeled boot and shoved one of the patio chairs, hard. The chair slid ten feet across the patio with a scratching sound.

"David," she said firmly, "sit."

He went over to the chair and sat in it. She walked over to the chair and put her foot on the edge of the seat between his legs and pushed the chair a little bit further until it was smack up against the bars of the railing of the balcony. 

"You ready to get fucked for Jenny?" Marissa asked him. The way she snapped out the word sounded mean.

He lifted his chin a little bit. "I'm ready for anything," he said.

"Bound up? So our girl can learn?"

"Like I said..." David said.

"Good..." Marissa purred drawing the word out.

"Jenny," she said. "Do you want to tie him up or should I?"

"Uah..ug.." I said.

"Me it is," Marissa said.

She tied the rope multiple times around his waist, tying him not only to the chair, but to the bars behind him. She secured the back legs of the chair to the bars of the balcony. She cuffed his ankles to the front legs of the chair.

She cuffed his arms to the chair. She duct taped around his arms and chest so his arms were pinioned to his side. He'd have to be freaking Houdini to get out of this one. 

Then she, oh my, she took the bike chains and was wrapping, and wrapping it all around him. Around his waist, into the bars, over his forearms, and wrists, around those muscular thighs.

I put my hand under my chin and clicked my mouth closed when I realized it was hanging open.

She had a ball gag and a collar in her hand and was bringing them toward David when he growled. And not in a good way. A warning.

"No Marissa, I don't think that's hot," I said.

She backed up a step.

"Oh no?" She said. "You want to wear it?" Challenging.

"Ah... the collar maybe," I said.

She laughed but she stepped back and put the red ball gag and leather collar on the table.

David pushed against the bonds an inch, testing them.

Marissa came and stood behind me, sexily fitting my body completely to hers.

"What do you think Jenny? Is that kiss on your list?"

She said it like it was some old song I should know but I had no idea what she was talking about.

"Does that turn you on?" Marissa asked me.

David moved against the bonds again. He didn't look submissive. If anything he looked less submissive. He was actually less subdued. He looked less subservient or passive or meek than ever. Instead he fairly roared with power restrained. Like some great animal barely caged, just barely held back. Like it was only with his permission that he wasn't bursting out like a deathly tidal wave to ravish me. Like his own fine honed, barely contained restraint was the only thing that kept him from losing control.

"Well Jenny," Marissa said. "Do you like it? Does it get you wet?"

I was too embarrassed to answer because I was ashamed to admit it, but it beyond turned me on.

Marissa grabbed my hair.

"Does that do it for you? Enough like you imagined? Does it make it hotter knowing that you're outside?"

Oh God.

Hair pull.

"Are you going to answer me?"

I only had eyes for David. I was staring at him, entranced. I couldn't help thinking he was trussed up for me like a Christmas tree, or a gift under the tree. And I wanted to do everything to him but I didn't know what to do. It was hard to answer Marissa because I was so busy staring at David, at the newness of it, that I could barely talk.

Marissa lifted my dress and moved aside my underwear and stuck a finger up in me and stroked it around. She took it out and looked at it. 

"I'd say you like it," Marissa said.

She put that finger in her mouth and sucked it.

"David was so nice to you," Marissa said. "Letting us tie him up all nice and neat just to satisfy your slutty curious bondage fantasy."

"So what do you want to do to him now?" Marissa asked.

"I have no idea," I said.

"Torture him? Blow him? Put on a show?"

"I don't know," I said.

"Well, he was nice enough to play nice, so we shouldn't keep him waiting," Marissa said. "So the answer is, all of the above."

A soft groan from David.

Marissa sauntered over to him and removed a crop from inside that long boot.

"David," Marissa said. "You're going to shut the fuck up and only speak when spoken to."

He hadn't said anything, so I thought the start of that sentence was harsh, but I wasn't going to say anything myself.

She rubbed the crop on his crotch. I flinched but David didn't. He looked her right in the eye with a 'whatever you can dish out I can take it look'. If I was wet before I was positively drenched now and was getting wetter by the minute. 

I always thought that David couldn't get any hotter. But seeing him like that... restrained like that, looking magnificently powerful, and uncontrollable, and untamable like that, fearless, strong, his face anticipatory yet defiant... Seeing David, facing Marissa who looked like she would throw him over the balcony without a moment's hesitation if it turned me on, was making his hot factor soar off the charts.

It was a huge turn on.

I was way more of a perv than I ever thought. Because I liked it, and I wanted more. Much, much, more.

Marissa ran the crop through his hair, and used it to caress down his cheek. She poked him with it in the spaces on his chest between the chains. She ran it up his thighs to his balls, worrying me that she might hit him with it, but David didn't look scared.

Marissa walked away from him, tapping the crop against her thigh. She tucked the crop back into her boot just before she reached me. What else did she have in there?

Marissa stepped behind me again. She pulled me into her until my back was snuggly fitted against her front. 

"Jenny, put your arms on the back of my neck," Marissa said.

She was behind me, so it took a minute to realize what she meant. I reached up and behind me, moved the long ponytail out of the way and held on to her. The position thrust my breasts way out.

Marissa rubbed her hips into my ass. "Don't let go until I tell you to," she said.

"Okay Mistress," I said. 

Marissa slid her hands over my breasts, down my stomach, over the top of my thighs. 

"It feels so good," I said letting my head tilt back, "The gentle caresses you're doing over my dress."

Marissa laughed. It was an evil, gleeful, powerful 'I'm in control, little laugh'.

I heard a soft sound and then felt cold metal, the edge of a sharp blade on my sternum.

David made a very soft warning growl.

With a huge, fast rent, Marissa cut a slash through the front of dress. She effectively created a deep 'V' neck where there had been none.

"Mari, my dress!" I said before I could stop myself.

But then she was slicing through the straps of my bra and as my breasts lowered the knife went with them. She was using the edge of the knife to ever so gently scrape down my breast.

A cold blast of air emanated out of David like a wave.

I looked at him. The message in his face was clear. Marissa could play and turn me on all she liked, but the second she actually hurt me he was coming after her, chains or no chains.

And that was fucking hot.

"I'm okay," I said to David.

The blade glided over my nipple and I gasped. It was a perfect sensation. I wasn't scared; I trusted Marissa completely. It was more like the danger brought out something that was close to fear and excitement but wasn't, more like a trembling need to please.

Then just as fast as it appeared the knife was gone. I assumed Marissa re-sheathed it in her boot.

Then I heard a ripping noise. Marissa was using the knife to cut and rip off two feet of fabric off the bottom of my dress. By the time I figured out what she was doing she threw the extra material aside and I was standing in a dress that was barely long enough to cover the bottom of my underwear.

"You've turned my dress into a ...a...a baby doll," I said.

"That's right Baby Doll," Marissa said. "Now, get one of the cushions from the lounge chairs and put it at my feet.

I hurried to do what she asked.

What the hell was she up to?

I put the cushion down in front of her.

"Kneel," she said forcefully.

I knelt.

"Now lick my boot," Marissa said.

"What?" I said. I didn't get it.

Marissa fisted her hand in my hair. "I want you to like my boot, from top of my foot to the top of my thigh. Do it now," Marissa said.

I still didn't get it, but I bent down and tentatively stuck my tongue out to test the feel of her boot near her ankle.

Marissa took the crop out again and with it she steered my body into the position she wanted it.

And then, bang. I got it.

I was on all fours. My ass, barely covered by the dress, was mostly toward David. I backed up a little and then crawled to Marissa like a cat. I arched my lower back. I turned my head toward David while staying in a place that gave him a good view of my body.

I looked at David while I licked Marissa's boot, from the toes up to her inner thigh. When I got to the top I ringed my tongue around the top, feeling the texture of her fishnets on my tongue.

I had slithered up her like she was a stripper pole. Now I was holding her upper thigh, my breasts pressed against her leg, my face at her hip.

She put her hand in my hair. "That's very good, slave," she said. "Now, are you going to do the same thing to David?"

"Fuck," David said.

Marissa gave me a light tap on the ass with the crop. "Go on, Jen," she said.

I crawled to David. A submissive cat realizing who is more powerful. I rubbed my face against the side of his shoe, asking permission.

"Fuck, yes," David said.

I nuzzled up his calves and his thighs, licking over the chains. How much of my tongue he could feel through his pants I couldn't tell you. But I could tell from the heat wafting off him that watching it was turning him on. When I got up near his crotch I waited, turned around to Marissa for instructions.

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