0 comments/ 23228 views/ 11 favorites The Trigger By: The_Lady_Within Jim had told me that he was going to take me to a party and that he expected me to wear my sluttiest clothes. I was excited because I thought he planed to take me to an orgy with his friends. I had chosen a fishnet dress and instead of a bra, I put a pair of crossed red tapes on my nipples. On my way driving to the address, the catcalls and whistles from other drivers ensured me that I had met Jim's demand. I had met Jim about a month ago in bar. He was a bulky and brooding kind of guy, and judging by his clothes and watch, it was easy to guess that he was rich. I confess that the money was an important motive for my flirting with him, but after our first fuck, I realized that I had the whole package. He fucked me roughly, usually in the ass, and was not shy to spank me or pull my hair during the sex. He never cared if I had an orgasm and let me go whenever his business was over. I enjoyed that, because I liked my guys to treat me like the whore that I was, and despised the sensitive type who made me want to vomit by treating me like a princess. Even the gifts he bought me were for his own benefit, and included slutty lingerie, sex toys, and perfumes. He was the perfect guy, except for an unimportant detail; he already had a girlfriend. His girlfriend's name was Katherine and I had seen her a couple of times when she walked in on us while we were having sex. As far as I was concerned, she was a weirdo and I did not know what Jim saw in her. She was a short, flat-chested girl who wore glasses and always had a book or booklet in her hands. According to Jim, she was a PhD student. I did not feel threatened by her because I knew she had nothing to compete with my huge boobs and perfect ass. The weird thing was that she did not seem to worry about Jim fucking me. She even apologized after the first time that she saw Jim ass-fucking me in their bedroom, and hurried out to let us finish our business. After a while, I gave up trying to understand her. I found the building and had an exciting walk from my car to the flat. The door was opened by girl, who seemed to be surprised by my sight. She had short hair and was wearing a black T-shirt and worn-out jeans. She checked my whole body and grinned. When I introduced myself and told her that I was invited by Jim, she moved a little and gave me narrow passage to get in. She made sure that our bodies touched. Definitely a dyke. The flat was spacious, but it had a modest decoration. There were many bookcases around the living room, and a sofa and some armchairs were in the middle. There was also a huge painting, which showed the nude muscled body of the dyke who opened the door. Jim was already there, and I was disappointed to see that he had brought his "real girlfriend" too. I was also mortified to see that everybody was dressed casually and I was the only one with the slutty outfit. There was another girl, a goddess, in the living room, who was so beautiful that I forgot about my humiliating situation. Her red dress did not much to cover her slim figure and long beautiful legs. Her pale skin made a sharp contrast with her dark red hair, and her big hazel eyes shined under her intelligent eyebrows. It took me some moments to realize that I was gawking at her. Jim introduced the two girls. The dyke was called Jessica, and the goddess was Jim's sister and her name was Chelsea. He said that her sister was a painter and she beautiful work on the wall was created by her. He then introduced me. "... and this is Mandy. I asked her to be here tonight to help me with your birthday present." I was confused because he had not told me anything about any present. "I did not bring any presents. I can go out and get one..." "You do not have to do anything Mandy. In fact, it would be very helpful if you did not speak a word until the end of the party." I opened my mouth to ask more, but he raised his eyebrow and I decided to shut my mouth as instructed. Jessica grinned and gave a thumbs-up to Jim. She then went to the kitchen and came back with a basket full of hot, delicious smelling muffins. She held the basket in front of everyone and when it was my turn, she waited longer and unashamedly checked out my cleavage. Jim closed his eyes after taking the first bite out of his muffin and moaned. "This is fucking priceless. Your girlfriend is a magician, sister. I wouldn't mind having her as a lover if she was not a lesbian." Jessica snorted. "You wish." Chelsea folded her arms and touched Katherine's foot with the tip of her shoe. "Oh, I do not blame you. I wouldn't mind borrowing Katherine for a night either. I see so much lesbian potential in her." Katherine smiled at Chelsea with coquetry, which apparently made Jim jealous. He pulled Katherine to himself and held her tight. "Hands off my girl, you greedy dog." This made all the girls laugh, and Jessica gave Chelsea a high-five. Jim pointed a finger at Jessica. "This is all your fault. You are a bad influence on my meek sister. She would never talk back to me like that before she met you." Katherine punched Jim's arm. "Cut it off, you jackass. As far as I remember, your exact words were that you actually like the way Jessica is unleashing the wild animal in Chelsea." This brought a momentary silence to the group, which made me more conscious of my slutty outfit. I really felt that I did not belong there and wondered what Jim was thinking when he told me to come. After a while, they made some more jokes and talked together as if I was not there. I was somehow grateful for that and wished to get out of this humiliating position as soon as possible. Jessica snuggled Chelsea and pointed to me with her chin. "So, are you going to explain this phenomenon?" "Oh, I almost forgot about her. Let me tell the story from the beginning. Some weeks ago, I was sitting in a bar, drinking my vodka and thinking about you two. I was worried that sooner or later, you bastards would try to steal Kat from me." Katherine puffed exasperatedly. "Which translates into that he was worried that there was something missing in your relationship." "As I was saying, I was worried, so I was thinking about a solution to bring more juice into your platonic shit." Chelsea frowned and protested defensively. "Nothing is lacking in our relationship and there in not a single thing that I would change about Jessica. I am sure that she feels the same." She looked at Jessica expectantly. Jessica hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "There isn't anything about you that I would want to change either, honey." Jim folded his arms. "Ok, do not try to bullshit me. I have a very good instinct about these things and I can see that there are dark corners in your relationship. Let me put it this way; have you two ever spoken about your boundaries? Have you addressed kinky things like having a threesome, bondage playing, spanking, role playing and etc.?" Both girls remained silent. "Yeah, I did not think so. Contrarily, whenever someone starts talking about kinky stuff, you two grow strangely silent; like right now." Katherine nudged Jim. "Stop bullying them and get to the main point." "OK. From the first time that I met Jessica in her bakery, I realized that she is a dominatrix. Women like her need a submissive by their side. You, my dear sister, are too proud to be anybody's sub. So, I feared that sooner or later, you two will grow distant. I was drinking and thinking about a solution for this predicament, and suddenly..." He pointed towards me with his thumb. "... I saw this girl at the next table. She was looking at me invitingly and was flashing her pussy. I usually ignore these bimbos, but seeing this pathetic creature gave me an idea. I decided to take her home to test her and also make sure that she is not dangerous." Chelsea seemed confused, but Jessica's face was shining with excitement. "What kind of test are you talking about?" "I wanted to make sure if she was a horny whore. I was satisfied with the results: she has zero self-respect and she is practically a bitch-in-heat." I was dumbstruck and my jaw fell down. Although I knew he was right, I was desperately looking for some words to save my face in front of the other girls. Eventually, it was Chelsea who spoke up. "I am very disappointed in you. I thought you have grown up and stopped being a man-whore. How dare you brag about cheating on Kat?" Katherine shook her head. "He checked it with me first." "What the hell? Why would you let anybody sleep with your boyfriend?" Katherine shrugged. "I feel guilty that I cannot spend enough time with Jim because of my research project. I cannot remember the last time I attended one of his matches or went out to a date with him. Sometimes I imagine Jim him being alone at home, waiting for me to come back from my lab and fall asleep. I want him to remain my goofy playboy and not to become a dark depressed hero." She ruffled Jim's hair, as if he was a naughty dog. "He got offended the first time that I tried to hook him up with some of my friends. But one day, I came back and saw him pounding this cutie and I was filled with relief. And, by the way, I believe that sex without love is like masturbating in someone else's body..." Imitating Jim, Katherine pointed to me with her thumb. "... And who am I to deprive my boy from some masturbation toy." Well, that one hurt. Especially coming from a girl who I considered as a weak competition. Jessica nodded approvingly, but Chelsea still looked angry. "How about this girl? Don't you think that she has feelings?" Jim smirked. "She sure has feelings, but they are not the romantic ones that you are familiar with. When I told you that she has zero self-respect, I was not exaggerating. Hear this one: Yesterday, I called her to come to my place. When she came, I was sitting in the toilet. I ordered her to give me a blowjob right there. When she was finished, I told her to piss off, because I was awaiting Katherine. Can you guess what her reaction was? She left immediately and after an hour, texted me to thank me for the thrilling moment and asked if I was satisfied." Chelsea gave me a bewildered look for a second, and looked away disgustedly. "OK, I give up. She deserves what you give him. But how do you think that she can help my relationship with Jessica? Is she supposed to be a role-model for us?" Jim raised his hands defensively. "Easy sis! I just followed my instinct. The rest is up to you to figure out what you want to do with her. Throw her out or keep her. She's yours now." "What do you mean by 'She is yours'?" "I mean that I am giving her to you as a birthday present." He told this as if it was a very evident fact. During the silence that followed this statement, I really felt that I should say something. It was a tough challenge, though; on one hand, I wanted to try to keep some dignity for myself and on the other hand, I did not want to disappoint Jim or ruin a possible orgy with the two hot girls in the room. Everybody was looking at me now and it made me more nervous. "Jim, whatever I did was for your love, and you know I will do anything that you want." Jim rolled his eyes, Katherine and Jessica laughed, and Chelsea just shook her head. She spoke to me as if she was talking to a child. "You cannot love anybody unless you love and respect yourself first. If you want to have someone, you should believe that you deserve having her or him. This is a basic principle in any relationship." Apparently, I just managed to humiliate myself further. I wished I had listened to Jim and kept my mouth shut until the end of the party. He gave me one last reproachful look and stood. "I really need to get my girlfriend away from you sharks. Have a sweet night." Jim and Katherine said goodbye to their hosts, and left without giving me another glance. I really had no idea what to do after Jim left. I had licked pussies before, but it was always in a threesome or an orgy where a guy was fucking my pussy or butt. By the way, it was evident that Chelsea was disgusted with me, and I did not think that she would consider getting naked in front of me. When I stood to leave, Jessica called me. "You are not going anywhere until my partner decides what to do with her present." I was excited by the demanding tone, but tried to hide it. "I beg your pardon?" "Save the begging for later. You are offered to my girl, and she should decide what to do with you." Chelsea seemed to be concerned. "Come on Jess. This was just a joke. You should not bully the girl into doing something that she does not want to." I wanted to ensure her that I was not offended, but before I could open my mouth, Jessica gestured to me to take a seat and I immediately obeyed. Then she faced Chelsea. "I know her type very well, my dear. She would not dress like this in a party if she did not want to be used. The important matter is what "you" want. Do you even find her slightly attractive?" Chelsea gave me a shy glance and quickly turned away. She remained silent for a few seconds. I was afraid that she might not find me attractive at all. "You know that I'm usually drawn to people's strong character, and not to their body. But to be honest, I'm not turned-off by this girl's appearance." I was happy by this small acknowledgment and thanked Chelsea. Jessica slapped me hard. "Keep your filthy mouth shut. You are not allowed to speak unless someone asks you something. Is that clear?" I nodded. I was shocked but I was also satisfied because, clearly, Chelsea's approval of my body had made Jessica a bit jealous. Chelsea frowned at Jessica and that seemed to unsettle her. Jessica went to Chelsea and held her hand possessively. This silent apology lightened the atmosphere. Jessica broke the silence. "I think that Jim was right about there being dark corners in our relationship. I did not dare to bring up the kinky matters because I was afraid that it might hurt our perfect bond. By bringing this slut, your manipulative brother managed to make us talk." She took a deep breath and looked away from Chelsea. "I had always had sadistic feelings towards other women. Whenever I saw an attractive girl, I wanted to tie her up and make her scream. The girls who liked this kind of treatment were usually shallow sluts and I could never talk to them as an equal person. When I first met you at the bakery, I felt the same sadistic urge, but as you came and go, and our small conversations turned into dates, I realized that I have found my soul mate, and also that I can never hurt you in the slightest manner." Her voice started shaking. "I tried hard to supress that dominant part of myself. It was like cutting off a limb, but I told myself that being with you is worth it." Chelsea caressed Jessica's hand. "We do not have a perfect relationship if we cannot openly talk to each other. Please never hold back on anything ever again." She hesitated for a few seconds and meanwhile, her face started to get red. "You know that I can never hit anybody and I will not tolerate being hit either. But I am not as innocent as Jim believes me to be. I knew from the beginning that you are dominant, and I confess that I have always had fantasies about you dominating other women." When she finished speaking, her face was blood red and she looked absolutely adorable. Jessica looked at her unbelievingly for a moment, and then jumped on her and after covering her face and body with hundreds of kisses, she let go and started dancing and jumping up and down. Chelsea was also laughing out loud. When they calmed a little, they remembered about me and Chelsea became serious again. "I do not want you to do anything without her consent, though." Jessica's shoulders fell. She paced the room for some minutes, and then sat by me. "Here is the deal; I truly believe that you are a lowly slut who would get off from any kind of attention to her snatch. If you are dumb enough to doubt that, I'm ready to prove it." I was turned on by the verbal abuse, but I could not find a way to agree with her proposal without further degrading myself and showing how desperate I was. Jessica seemed to be losing her patience. "I'll make it simple for you. If you are a retarded piece of meat who does not want to enjoy mind-blowing sex and abuse, you should leave right now. If you stay after I'm finished counting to ten, it means that you submit to my terms." I was breathing faster and faster as she kept counting. Chelsea was observing me with her piercing hazel eyes. When I did not make any move to leave by the end of the counting, Jessica looked at her partner. "Are you satisfied now, or should I make her beg you to let her serve us?" Chelsea, who was still looking at me, nodded and sat back in her armchair. I lowered my eyes, ashamed of being so pathetic and docile, and at the same time, I felt as if my pussy was on fire. I was wondering what they were going to do to me. Jessica started with caressing my hair, which lowered my tension. Shen then massaged and pinched some erogenous points here and there, and after some minutes of this treatment, I was withering and moaning wantonly, begging her with all my existence to fuck me as hard as she could. She pulled me and put my crotch on her lap. She pushed my face down to the floor, making my ass stick out in the air. She immobilised me by putting the sole of her sneaker on my face, forcing me to face Chelsea, whose eyes were now half open. She was biting her lower lip. Jessica started kneading my ass cheeks and gave me pleasant shocks buy squeezing them hard. After about a minute of this handling, I lost control of myself and started making animal noises. A sudden slap on my ass made me howl. Jessica kneaded my ass some more and then bam; another slap. While Jessica was spanking me like that, the sight of Chelsea's excitement increased the intensity of my shameful pleasure. Her eyes were now wide and she was clawing at the armrests. After some minutes of spanking, Jessica finally stopped and pushed me off her knee. I was lying face down on the ground, panting like an excited dog. Jessica turned me with her feet and made me lie on my back. She took out my panties and checked out my pussy. "Wet and swollen like a hot hamburger. I'm afraid it might explode if I don't give it some attention." I opened my legs wider to give her a better access. She sat in front of my crotch and put the tip of her snickers on my pussy, and made me moan by squishing it. She rubbed it slowly up and down. I needed more and raised my crotch to increase the pressure on it. Jessica gave it soft kick and told me to be still. She kept teasing me like that and suddenly stopped. I raised my head to beg Jessica to continue, but I saw that Chelsea was now sitting behind her, holding her tight and nibbling on her earlobe. The goddess now looked like that wild animal that Katherine had mentioned before. Jessica's eyes were closed and she seemed to be in heaven. I watched them intently, enjoying the scene so much that I forgot about my own frustration. Chelsea opened her eye for a moment, and blushed when we made eye contact. She whispered something in Jessica's ear, making her smile. "Oh, come on. She is not a real person; you do not have to be shy in front of her." Chelsea insisted by rocking Jessica's body. Jessica shrugged. "OK, princess. Let's go to the bedroom." She rose and raised Chelsea with her. Before leaving me there in the middle of their living room, Jessica throw her sneakers on my body. "Finish your business but do not make too much whorish noises. You can sleep on the couch after cleaning up." The Trigger Ch. 02: Surrogate A bisexual sub considers being a surrogate for a gay couple. I was kneeling in front of the door, waiting for my mistresses, Chelsea and Jessica, to come home from their night out. Earlier that night, when they were about to leave, I could not stop admiring the couple, with Chelsea shining in her green satin dress which was complimentary to her red hair and hugged her hourglass figure, and Jessica in her sexy pants suit which accentuated her athletic build. Jessica had told me to assume the kneeling position when they were about to come back, as this night would be definitely a "play night". Following the instructions, I was naked except for the gold chain collar around my neck, which was adorned with a tag with the words "Chelsea and Jessica" engraved on it. My hands were clasped behind my neck and my chest was pushing forward to showcase my huge breasts. I also had to put on a blindfold. When I heard footsteps from behind the door, my heartbeat got faster. As the door was opened and a cool breeze engulfed my naked body, I anticipated the girls to start caressing my milk-white skin and smooth curves. When nothing happened for a few seconds, I started panting and shaking with need. I was shocked to hear a man's voice murmuring "holy shit." When I tore away the blindfold, I saw two huge hunks standing in front of me. I shrieked and like a dumb girl, instead of running away, tried to hide my naked breasts and crotch. The guys were apparently startled, but I could hear laughter from behind. When I turned and saw Chelsea and Jessica giggling, I felt relieved and confused at the same time. I rose and scowled at the girls on my way to my room, which made them stop laughing. In my room, I could hear my heart pounding. As a former party-girl, I wasn't scandalized for being naked in front of strangers, but nonetheless I was totally stunned by what just happened. I could not work it out, especially considering that Chelsea was a shy angel, Jessica was a possessive dominatrix, and both girls were radical feminists. The only way I could make sense of the situation was that maybe they had realized that I missed having cocks after many months of being their sub, and this was their goodbye gift before leaving me for their trip to Paris. This thought got me excited and I decided to start playing a game. I could not stop trembling as I put on my slutty maid outfit. I held my breath as I sauntered to the living room and in a formal manner, asked the girls if they needed anything. The girls grinned and played along by ordering me to bring some cocktails. Their guests, a black guy and a redhead, were still a little confused but manage to utter their own orders. When I returned to serve the drinks, I checked out on the guys more closely. The black guy had short hair and a goatee. His black eyes were playful and the whites of his eyes and teeth contrasted with his blue black skin. The redhead had somber blue eyes, and his long hair was tied in a ponytail. He was a little taller than the black guy. None of them seemed to be interested in the cleavage that my outfit presented. Somewhat thwarted, I turned to return to the kitchen, but Jessica told me to have a seat and introduced the two guys; The Black guy was called Mike, and his friend was Bill. "Mike and his partner are both teachers. After hearing about you, they wished to meet you in person." Said Jessica. Partner? My eyes went wide and I gazed at the guys, unbelieving. Upset over my shattered fantasy about a surprise orgy, I blurted out something which I immediately regretted. "Don't tell me you are fucking gays." "Don't tell me you are a fucking homophobic" Said Bill, who seemed to be offended by my reaction. I shook my head frantically, suddenly feeling intimidated and at the same time aroused by their pack of muscles. I could not help imagining how hot it would be to be held in those thick arms. I decided to try my chance once more. "I am bisexual myself and I have absolutely no problem with gay people. So, why do you wanted to meet me anyway? Are you also bisexuals?" Jessica snorted, but Bill seemed to be irritated again. He opened his mouth to say something, but Mike gave him a stern look, which apparently leashed the redhead. This was followed by some awkward moments of silence. Now that it was clear that there wasn't going to be any orgy, I felt miserable and stupid, and was looking for some excuse to go back into my room. It was Chelsea who broke the silence. "These guys wanted to discuss a delicate matter with you, and I think it's best if we stop fooling around and get to the main point." This made the atmosphere heavier, and I started to feel a little anxious. Mike's face was now serious and he clasped his shaking fingers together. "Bill and I have been living together for about ten years now. We think that we are settled enough and it is time for us to have a child." I could not understand why these guys thought that this was such a big deal and why did they come all the way here to talk to me about such stuff. I shrugged. "Well, congratulations. So, have you started the adoption process?" "Well, adoption agencies do not like us very much, because we have a criminal record. And after being rejected over and over, we were hurt enough to entirely give up on the adaption option." Said Mike. I gulped and stared at the guys. "To be honest, you don't strike me as the criminal type." "I injured a guy in a fight long ago, but I assure you that I am changed and now I have full control over my anger." Said Bill. This guys were really creeping me now. "Why do you assure me? I mean, why are you telling me these things?" I asked. The two guys exchanged a look with my girls, and Mike leaned forward. "We decided to consider other options for having a baby, and after giving it some thought, we realized that it would be ideal if we could find a lady who would consider surrogacy." It took me a few moments to stomach that revelation. It stirred some deep and wild feelings, and finally, a cold anger took over. There was many things that I wanted to shout at my girls, but I did not want these strangers to see how humiliated I felt. I stormed out to my room and banged the door shut. As I was not the crying type, I just leaned against the door and panted until I heard the guys leave. After some murmurs between the girls, I heard a knock on my door. I took a deep breath. "Just leave me alone. I am angry and I might say things that I will regret." There was some more murmurs, and I heard Jessica's voice. "We will feel worse if you don't talk to us." I remained silent for some seconds, and then half opened the door and sat on my bed. The girls came in and sat on each side of me. Jessica held my hand and started talking. "What we did was dumb and we did it out of a drunk impulse, but I swear that I could not guess that this could hurt you. I thought that even if you were not interested in helping them, you would just shrug it off and laugh about it." I didn't say anything for about a minute, and when I had my breathing under control, I started talking without looking at them. "I feel so cheap and humiliated. How you offer my body to some strangers for breeding?" I touched my collar. "Before, I came to believe that this meant something. That our thing could be something forever. But apparently I'm just some dispensable plaything. How naïve of me to believe that I had eventually found somewhere and someone that I belonged to." "You do belong to us. You..." Chelsea began to say with a shaking voice. "If I really mattered, you would have asked my opinion before making a deal with the guys." Chelsea started perspiring and her face got blood red. "Tonight, at the party, I saw Bill drinking alone in a corner. He seemed lost and grim, so I asked what was wrong. He suddenly started crying and said that he felt guilty that they could not adopt a baby because of his criminal record. I could not bear to see him suffer like that but I could not console him. Suddenly, I thought of you and how generous and selfless you are. I assumed that you would love them as much as I do, so I insisted to bring them to meet you." Chelsea shook her head in despair. Her words became barely understandable through her sobs. "I swear that all I wanted was to help and to make everybody happier, but I ended up hurting the guys even more, and worst of all, I broke your heart." And then the dam broke. No matter how much I tried to soothe her and tell her that we were cool, she just could not stop crying hysterically. I and Jessica watched her cry herself to sleep, and finally left her there and went to the living room. "You should have listened to me when I told you to leave me alone. I already regret what I said." I told Jessica in a hushed tone. "You shouldn't. I appreciate it that you decided to be frank. It scares the shit out of me to think that you were going to keep quiet about those feelings. At least now we know how to make it up to you." She put her hand over my shoulder and drew me to herself. "I should confess that it also made me happy. Before tonight, I thought that you intentionally kept your distance, while I and Chelsea were getting attached to you more and more. I was afraid that you saw us just as playmates and would leave us one day. Now I know that you take this relationship as seriously as we do." She gave me a tender kiss, which made my heart skip a beat. She let go with a kind smile. "But there is some misunderstandings which should be corrected. First, I would never expose you to strangers. Mike is the closest person that I have to a brother, and I owe him a lot. Second, we did not make a deal with anybody. We just gave them a chance to try to convince you, which they failed. Your decision will have no effect on our relationship. It is something between you and the guys, and as they are strangers to you, you have no obligation to them." She went on to promise that she will never mention the guys again, and she also made me promise to act as if this never happened. Although the girls remained true to their word and never talked about the surrogacy thing again, I kept thinking about it anyway. I remembered how stressed the guys looked when they brought the matter up and I also thought about Chelsea's words about Bill's suffering. There were also some existential concerns in my soul about what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. Eventually, one particular event gave me the opportunity to face the matter seriously. We all went to a party and there I saw a pregnant girl. As I overheard others, the girl was a surrogate and the baby belonged to her sister and brother. The pregnant girl, Pam, was a tall blonde and even with her bulging belly, looked like Scandinavian supermodels. Later that night, when she was alone, I went to her. When I introduced myself, her face lit up. "Oh, I have heard about you. I really was curious to see what was so special about you, because Jess never went out with bi girls. Oh, by the way, I am also into BDSM." "Are you friends with Jessica?" "Not exactly. But that's a long story. So, tell me. Do you want me to reveal some dark secrets about her past?" I shook my head, and after some thinking, I finally asked what was on my mind. "I wanted to ask you a few things about the pregnancy." Pam puffed and responded in an exasperated tone. "Why don't you guys stop it already? I am so fed up with people treating me like a wierdo. So yes, it is my sister's baby, and no, my brother did not fuck me, and I won't do it again for you and your partner." God she could be as intimidating as Jessica. I apologized and tried to explain myself. "Some guys asked me if I could be their surrogate. I refused them, but I don't feel very good about my decision right now." She calmed down and looked at me for a few moments, then sighed. "OK, I'll give you the short answer. The pregnancy is not a very enjoyable experience. You will feel sick all the time, you will look all puffy and ugly, and people will tend to avoid you. The surrogacy has the additional disadvantage that in the end, you will not be rewarded with a cute little baby and you should give it to its real parents. Do not do it for money, and do not do it for strangers. Do it only if you really care about the people who want the baby." I did not dare to ask her further questions and just thanked her. When I wanted to go, she grabbed my hand. "So, I have heard that Jessica and Chelsea are planning to travel to Paris without you. Aren't you upset?" "Yes and no. I know I am going to miss the girls, but I really don't think that I can tolerate that city for two months." "Bullshit. Nobody would want to miss the opportunity to visit Paris." "Well, I have already been to Paris a couple of times with my parents, and let's just say that I rather be homeless in San Francisco, then to live in the fancy hotels in Paris. I have really bad memories from my previous trips there. And besides, I don't want to ruin it for the girls." Pam nodded, then looked over my shoulder and grinned. "Please don't turn around. Jessica is watching us. For a little background, Jessica and I used to compete over subs and sometimes had fights after one of us stole a girl from the other. Now let's tease her a little." She took a pen out of her purse and started writing a number on my palm. This made Jessica reach us with light speed. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Pam looked at her innocently and raised her shoulders. "She just asked me about the surrogacy and I am giving her my number in case she has more questions." Jessica seemed a little embarrassed by her abrupt rage and apologized in a low voice, but Pam did not stop teasing. "Besides, I heard that you are going to Paris and I thought she might need a loving Mistress who won't leave her behind." Jessica's face was white with anger. She pulled my hand out of Pam's grip violently, and made me stand behind her. She pointed a finger at Pam. "I am so going to kill you after the baby is born." The next day, when I asked for the address of the school where Mike and Bill worked, both Jessica and Chelsea were surprised. Chelsea was excited, but Jessica frowned. "You know we do not expect you to do it, Amanda." "I don't want to do it for you. I haven't reached a decision so far and I need to think more and know the guys better, but if I do it, I'll do it only for myself." This convinced Jessica, and she gave me the address. I went there the next day and tried to hide my identity by wearing plain jeans, a black T-shirt, and a cap. I first went to the football field where Bill was training some kids. It was quite a sight, and it reminded me of Arnold in "Kindergarten Cop". I smiled watching him try to separate two fighting boys or to help a crying girl who had fallen on her face. Then I was startled to hear Mike's voice from behind. "Hello detective." He said, grinning and showing off his sexy white teeth. "The girls couldn't keep their mouth shut, could they?" "It was actually Chelsea who called a few minutes ago. She just wanted to make sure that we won't screw up again." I turned my attention to the children again. "I thought that Bill had a problem controlling his anger. How can he be trusted with children?" "It was only one incident that made him end up in prison, and that was when a kid told him that his dad kept beating his mom in front of him. Bill just couldn't wait for the law to do its job. After sending that parent to the hospital and spending some time behind the bars, he have learned to manage his anger." I nodded, and we watched the field in silence. As I spoke again, it took me some effort to keep my voice steady. "The night that we first met, it wasn't your fault that I freaked out. The girls don't know anything about it, but I had a very unhappy childhood and at a point during my adolescence, I vowed that I will never have children." My voice did shake, and Mike noticed it. "I am so sorry if we made you suffer. We couldn't possibly know." I shrugged. "Anyway, you guys made me think seriously about my life, and I realized that up until now, I haven't done anything important with it. I still don't see it in myself to raise a child, but it's also hard to ignore my instincts for having a baby. I think that maybe I can deal with my crazy hormones by helping other people. You know, I can give you guys a child, and then move on with my life." Bill's class was over now, and he was sending the children back to the main building. When they were gone, he spotted us, and walked towards where we were standing. Mike seemed a little confused, and I decided to lighten the mood. "Besides, they say that giving birth reduces the chance of ovarian cancer, which killed my aunt." Mike smiled to that, but he was still gloomy. "I am not sure if you are taking this seriously. But we have been through hell these past years and personally I cannot bear to be let down once more." At this point, Bill reached us, and we greeted. He blushed a little when he recognized me. He tried to apologize for the last time, but I punched his bulging biceps and said that we were cool. Mike still looked worried and was waiting for my answer. I took a deep breath. "Do not raise your hope just now. I should know you better before making any decision. But one thing is certain. If I tell you that I am in, I will keep my word to the end." In the airport, Mike and Bill helped the girls with their heavy baggage. The plan was that after the girls were gone, I would be staying with the guys for some time so I could get familiar with them. When it was finally time to say goodbye, Jessica started giving some instructions to Mike. "Do not let her masturbate in any circumstances. I have tried so hard to eliminate that bad habit. And don't forget to wax her regularly. I want her back as smooth as shiny as she is now." Mike was a little taken aback and Bill's face was blood red, and I was aroused already from this farewell game. "Ah, and don't forget to spank her from time to time. I would have disciplined her one last time right here, but I think that it would cause some problems with the airport security. So, can I count on you guys?" Naturally, their answer was negative. Jessica insisted some more, but to no avail. She finally turned to me. "Well, darling, seems that I am going to have to do a lot of corrections when I am back, but until then, have fun." She grabbed my face and gave me a tender kiss, which sharply contrasted her little act of roughness. Chelsea, whose eyes were teary the whole day, came to me next and held me in her embrace for so long that Jessica had to pull her away by force. Chelsea suggested again that they could still cancel the trip and I had to push her through the gate to make her leave. It was only when they were completely out of sight that I let go of my tears. And soon, I felt myself hugged by Mike and Bill. Their apartment was somewhere near the school. I expected it to be the usual man cave with beer cans, dirty T-shirts, and pizza boxes scattered all over the place, but it was far from that. The living room was surrounded by bookshelves and there were some puffy and tempting armchairs and a sofa pointed to a big screen TV. They showed me my room, which had a separate bathroom. Mike explained that it used to be their home office. They left me alone to settle in and refresh. When I joined them again, they were both watching football. We watched in silence and waited for the girls' call from Paris. It was around midnight when they finally called, and I went to bed after that. The next morning, I woke to the aroma of coffee and pancake. I dried myself after the shower and out of habit, walked naked into the kitchen. I was really amused by their startled reaction. I sat at the table, and waited for the guys to finish preparing the breakfast. I used this opportunity to tease Bill a little. The Trigger Ch. 02: Surrogate "Why do you avoid looking at me? You are planning on impregnating me anyway." Bill pondered as if it was a serious question. Mike grinned and brought the breakfast. "Come on Bill. She is just messing with you." They both joined me on the table, but Bill was still a little awkward. I kept picking on him during the breakfast. When we were finished, he pointed his fork at me. "Jessica was right that you need discipline. You are acting like bully girls who make fun of gay people." I raised my eyebrow. "Were you bullied in high school? It's really hard to imagine you running away from girls." "Different people are always good targets for bullying; no matter how physically or mentally superior they are." I pretended to be embarrassed and humbled. I lowered my head and in a meek tone, asked for forgiveness. "So how are you going to discipline me, sir?" The guys exchanged a look, and Mike grinned again. "I told you that she is just messing with you. All she wants is her daily spanking." I bit my index finger, and confirmed his observation with a nod. But Mike shook his head. "We are not into that sort of game, young lady. Now finish your breakfast, put something on, and join us in the living room for some serious talk." Disheartened, I did as he said. They were frowning and I knew that there would be no more games until this conversation was over. So I sat, feeling like a teenager in a counseling session at school. It was Mike who began speaking. "So we have done some research about surrogacy and we have consulted with some professional. After running some tests and preparing the legal documents, there are some options, which include fertilizing your own egg in the lab or using a donated egg. We prefer the latter one, because it will make it easier for you to part with the baby." The guys were looking at me anxiously, as if they expected me to ask them tons of questions or to freak out. "It might come to you as a shock, but I am not as ignorant as you assume and I have also done my own research and consultations. The tests are OK and the surrogacy contract is also cool, if it makes you feel assured. But about that lab fertilization, I don't want my pregnancy to be some impersonal and laboratorial shit. I plan to spend the rest of my life with my girls, and this might be my only chance to experience a regular pregnancy. So I think that you can understand that I deserve my only pregnancy to be beautiful and personal and I also want it to be my own baby." The guys looked dumbfounded a bit. It was my turn to treat them as immature kids. "If I decide to bear your child, I want you guys to fuck me. Is that clear? If you have any problem, I can take my womb and offer it to another couple who appreciate my feelings." Bill's mouth was gaping and Mike was touching his forehead nervously. Well, I expected this and to be honest, I totally enjoyed the sight of these hunks completely at my mercy. It didn't take long for me to reach a decision, and I should confess that lust was an important factor. Mike and Bill were noisy in their lovemaking and I couldn't help tiptoeing to their door and peeking through the keyhole. God, they were rough. I grimaced as I saw Mike pulling Bill's hair or Bill clawing at Mike's ass. But I also imagined myself sandwiched between these monsters, and I bit my lip and almost moaned with arousal. The emotional bonding also went well, as they let me go through their photo albums and watch their vacation videos. I was amazed how carefree and happy they were in the beginning of their relationship about ten years ago, before Bill went to prison. Although they weren't depressed and broken now, you could see in their eyes the effects of aging and the awareness of the world's evil. I felt it in my heart that they deserved the light and laughter that a child could bring into their home. Before anything else, I called my girls and told them about my decision. As expected, Chelsea was thrilled and Jessica was cautious and apparently also a bit jealous. As I wanted to inform the guys in a dramatic way, I waited a little. One night, while they were fucking the shit out of each other, I wrapped a bed sheet around my naked body and entered their room. I let the sheet slip from my back, and opened my arms wide. "I am all yours; make me pregnant." It had the desired effect, as they stared some moments and then ran to me to hug me and cover me with kisses. I threw myself on their bed, and signaled for them to join me. When they settled on each side of me, I took both their penises and massaged while switching from one guy to the other to kiss them on the lips. After a while I lost patience and went down on Mike and started sucking his erection, and guided Bill's cock with my hand into my pussy. It felt like heaven to have a real cock inside me after so many months. I gripped it hard with my pussy muscles and closed my eyes to enjoy the fullness for a few seconds, then slowly started to ride it back and forth. The pleasure was so intense that I had my first orgasm in a few minutes, moaning loud while Mike's cock was inside my mouth. I sat up to take a hold on my irregular breathing, then like the hungry predator, switched the position and took Bill's cock in my mouth while Mike's cock was inside my sex. This time it took me longer to climax, and it was even better. I was amazed that the guys had so much stamina and did not cum in my mouth or pussy, but I was so delighted that I didn't really care and enjoyed them until I became exhausted and fell asleep. The next morning, I grinned as soon as I opened my eyes. I looked around to find myself alone in the guys' bedroom. I looked at the ceiling, trying to recall every moment of last night. I felt an urge to kiss both guys and hurried out naked. I yelled "good morning", making them both jump a little. I was thrilled to see Bill blush again after seeing me naked. I couldn't help laughing out loud. I hugged and kissed him on the mouth, and then did the same with Mike. I sat at the kitchen's corner, and raised my fists triumphantly. "I have your semen inside of me." The guys seemed a little unnerved by this statement, and looked at each other guiltily. Confused, I lowered my fists and looked from one guy to another. It would be natural if they felt a little embarrassed or even irritated, but there could be only one explanation for their guilt. "You didn't cum." Bill put on a show of forced coughing and Mike seemed to be suddenly very focused on his coffee cup. I jumped down from the counter and banged my fists on the table. "Come on. Nobody is that gay." When the guys remained quiet, I puffed and stormed out to my room and stayed in the shower for a long time. When I eventually calmed down, the guys took me to the living room and started telling me stories about their own and their friends' embarrassing first experiences with women. After a while they managed to make me laugh. After that, Mike got serious again. "We weren't mentally ready last night, because you kind of caught us by surprise. But I am sure that we can find a way to do the job in the next opportunities." Their solution was that one of the boys would get the other one aroused and then it would be my turn. During the sex, we all were so concentrated on putting the semen into my vagina that there wasn't any chance for enjoying the sexual experiment. We agreed to give it up after a couple of times. The pregnancy tests were all negative, and I was beginning to consider the IUI option more seriously and let the guys impregnate me in a lab, but a silly idea saved me. One day when Mike was out, I was watching soccer with Bill, and he was patiently explaining to me what an offside foul was. I drifted away in the middle of his explanation, and my mind wandered to a movie I had seen about a girl who wanted to play soccer so badly that she pretended to be a boy. Bingo. I jumped to my feet and that irritated Bill, whose speech was interrupted. I told him that I should head for the mall, and went out immediately. First, I got a boy-cut in the beauty salon. Then I bought a very tight sport-bra which mostly masked my big breasts, and then bought some baggy shirts and pants. I also considered buying a fake beard, but decided against it, because it would make me look too dorky. I finished the job with spending the afternoon getting some sunburns and watching and imitating the sloppy and large strides of boys. I even tried catcalling some hot girls to check if I could pass as a boy, but they didn't pay any attention to me. When it started getting dark, I walked home trying to keep the masculine movements on the way, and at the door, I leaned again the wall and folded my arms after knocking. Mike opened the door and after a few seconds of staring, burst into laughing. Bill joined him in a moment and his reaction was exactly the same as Mike. We spent the whole night laughing as they watched me try to imitate boys by doing the walks and the voices or trying to belch after drinking beer. They gave me a lot of suggestions but in the end, we all agreed that my performance was really shitty. That effort had a positive outcome, thought. After some drinks, we started some roleplaying game in which I was a punk and the guys were trying to teach me a lesson. And that resulted in a threesome and we all had mind-blowing orgasms. And that opened a whole range of possibilities. During that next weeks, we had hilarious sessions in which we played different scenarios. One time I was a Russian spy and the guys wanted to get out information, another time I was thief and they were security guys, another time I was a runaway prisoner and they were angry guards, and so on. Naturally, the games mostly involved anal sex, but the guys eventually learned to aim for the right orifice in the right time. After a few weeks, it was finally time for the girls to come home and the guys took me to the airport. Both girls were shocked by my new appearance and Jessica started yelling at the guys. "What the fuck did you do to her? Didn't I tell you that I wanted her back as shiny and as smooth as she was at that time?" The guys listened patiently as Jessica went on with her bashing and kept a polite smile on their faces, which infuriated Jessica even more. But Chelsea was the first to realize that something was going on. She gazed into my eyes for a few seconds and her eyes got full of tears. She pulled on Jessica's shirt and told her to look at me. Jessica was irritated and snapped. "I can see that these morons had turned my lovely Amanda into a disgusting tomboy. She even has a mustache, for Christ's sake. And I am going to kick their..." She fell silent as it hit her in the face. She put her hand over her mouth, her eyes went wide, and she jumped forward and hugged me. Chelsea joined her and they squeezed me so hard that I hardly could breath and barely managed to talk. "OK, girls. Try not to kill the fetus." The Trigger As they turned, Chelsea, who was now locking her knees around Jessica's waist, gave me a tiny wave of her hand. I lay there for some moments, listening the sound of their pleasure. I looked at my swollen pussy and was excited to see that the dirt from Jessica's shoes was still there. I started masturbating with Jessica's shoe on their floor, where at the moment, I felt I truly belonged.