0 comments/ 40513 views/ 4 favorites A Night on the Town Ch. 01 By: hot_uccouple "I told you I was going to make this dinner fun," you said as you pushed the beads inside my ass. "You didn't think I would forget, did you?" When that last bead disappeared inside my stretched rosy ass, your smiled a satisfied smile and brushed your tongue along the rim of my ass. "Now then, we have dinner reservations. Lets go." I sat still for a moment, unsure that I could move. The feeling of the beads inside my ass, pulling me open, was making my pussy so wet that it was dripping down my legs. You noticed the same wetness that I was looking at, and buried your head into my leg to lick the wetness. "Now, lets go" you said, more impatiently this time." In a dark corner of the restaurant, I shifted in my seat, feeling very antsy. Your eyes were gleaming and your mouth was permanently crooked into a smile. Watching all the guests around us, everything going about like normal, we were in our own private world with our secret. During dessert, your hand poked under the table and slipped under my skirt. You stroked my bare crotch... you have shaved in bare of hairs and refused to let me wear panties. When I had tried to put them on, you promptly came up behind me and ripped them at the seams, rendering me completely exposed. As your finger stroked my ass, making light circles around it, you whispered in my ear "I can feel your ass bulging with the beads and it's making me so hot I just want to come right here." With that you nibbled fiercely on my ear and I drew a loud sharp breath to keep from moaning with pleasure and anticipation. Almost two hours had gone by with my ass gaping, waiting for your cock to fill it up. I could hardly bare it any more and was ready to fuck you right there in the restaurant. "Baby lets goooo" I cooed, hoping you were just as anxious. But you weren't. You loved the torture you were inflicting on me. You sucked hard on my neck and breathed hot air into my air, your hands still fumbling beneath my skirt. Suddenly I felt a pop, as you tugged on a bead. The smooth ball was now pushing out of my ass. "You like that!" you exclaimed, "I just felt your pussy get soaked." I shivered at your words, and goading me on you continued. "Yeah baby, I know how much you like having you ass full. You're so naughty; you're the only one in this room who has your ass stuffed, waiting to get fucked. And you like it. You're soaked, you're dripping all over me." Your finger plunged inside my pussy, and I couldn't contain my moans anymore. "Please, lets go!" I begged. "Okay!" You said chipperly. It seemed too easy. You pulled me out of my seat and hustled to the car. I smiled, thinking I had finally gotten to you. The ride home was a daze as I stared off into space, anticipating what it would feel like when you pulled the beads out of my ass and stuffed your cock inside. Suddenly we parked, and I snapped out of my daydream. "No no no" you said, as I looked up. You wrapped a blindfold around my eyes and escorted me out of the car. As soon as we walked inside a door, I knew that we were not at home. The smell was sweet and the noises were loud, with music pouring out of a speaker. I heard you murmur to someone, and then you guided me to a chair. "You're gonna have to wait a little bit longer for that ass fucking" you said as you pulled off the blindfold. We were definitely not a home! I found myself sitting directly in front of a stage, with leggy blonde dancers parading around only in their lingerie—talk about torture, we hadn't gone home, we had gone to a strip club. "Yeah, imagine yourself at home, dancing around in your stocking, beads pushed up your ass. How sexy would that be?" you asked me. But you weren't looking at me. I followed your gaze to a blonde dancer who looked surprisingly like me, rubbing herself on a gentleman in front of us. You called her over. "Heeey" I protested. But when she got to us, I realized you weren't getting her for yourself. She began to gyrate on my lap, breasts hanging in my face, and all the while I could feel the beads in my ass digging inside of me. You whispered in my ear "Yeah baby, that's what you're gonna do to me. Except with my cock in your ass." With that, you pushed your hand down the back of my skirt and pushed the bead that was still hanging out from earlier back up inside of me. The dancer still lingering over me, the beads, your hot breath on my throat-- I could hardly bear it all. I moaned loudly and your grinned widened. As we watched the rest of the show you would whisper to me how the girls could only be as sexy as me if they had beads in their ass, and how you'd like to see me bent over, pulling them out of my ass. Finally, the buildup got to you too. You said it was time to go, and we got in the car. But you weren't ready to make it home yet. Your voice became demanding. "Take off you skirt." I was too excited to protest, and tugged off my skirt, sitting naked on the seat of the car. "Good." You said approvingly. You pulled out a vibrator and sucked on it for a moment. "Now, use this." Finally! Some relief for my throbbing clit. I I ferociously began rubbing the vibrator up and down my clit, my pussy soaking it with juices. I moaned as you reached over and turned the speed on higher. "Inside." You demanded. "Put it inside. Now" Your demanding voice was so hot. I eased the vibrator inside. "Fuck it." You goaded. Fuck it like you want to fuck me!" Pushing it inside my pussy, I could feel the friction with the beads in my ass. "Yeah, baby. Show me how full you like it. Oh, you are so hot." You pulled your bulging cock out of your pants and began stroking it. Harder and faster as your demands continued. "Harder. Fuck it like you want me. Feel those beads. Imagine my cock stretching out your ass." Without a word, you grabbed my head and pushed me down on your cock. My mouth opened and your hard cock plunged inside. You continued pushing down on my head until your cock it the back of my throat. "Yeah, open up. That's a good girl." I struggled to hold you all in, still rubbing my clit. You continued to push my head up and down on my cock. Harder. And then you stopped. "Alright. Lets go home. That ass is ready to be fucked." Luckily we were just down the street, and your cock was still hard as we pulled in. Inside, you smiled at me and said. "Bend over. Just like I said I wanted." I bent over, hands holding my ankles, as you stared in awe at my ass. "Your ass is so hot. I can't wait to be inside of it." With that, you began pulling. Slowly. Torturously. One bead at a time. Alternating rubbing my breasts and caressing me, until you had the whole strand out, and my stretched ass stared right back at you. "Ooooh." You moaned. Your tongue began to lick the rim of my ass. Then suddenly it plunged all the way in. "Oh yea!" I moaned, as your wet soft tongue was in such contrast to the beads I had felt. "Baby, fuck me in the ass, please, please." "Mmmmhmmm" you groaned as your tongue poked inside even further. It was going to be a long night! A Night on the Town Ch. 01 "Alan, stop it." "Sorry, you know me, I can't resist myself." "Please, I'm ticklish." "I know, and it's in public." "I don't care about that." God I love my wife, everything about her, her legs, her calves, her lower back, her... "Alan!" I mean 'everything' even how she can't look my boss in his face, not that he is at hers but, her shyness in public and her wildness at home. There's nothing I don't love about or can't do for her. "Alan, give it up, we're lost." "We are not lost, we're...taking a detour." "Well we might miss the thing if we're late." "I'll find us a way there, don't worry." "It's your fault for moving out our comfort zone." "Hey, you wanted to do new things." "I love Phil and Clarissa, but things get old." "Not everything." With a wolfish smile and questing hands. "Alan. Not. Now." "No ones around, we could, find a secluded location, and well..." "Alan. Later." I know my wife's No voice, she may be the most demure, quiet girl when it comes to what people think is the important stuff, but where it matters, my girls in charge. "Okay." We walked around a bit longer, getting more and more lost, and finally I realized something. "I have to ask." "For what?" I sighed, "Directions." "Good god." "You're lucky I'm in a good mood." "Or what, I'd get it." "You bet you would." We walked for a while longer, until we saw a pacing figure, his hands were shaking and he was smoking. "Excuse me, we need direction to-" "Hand it over." He screamed. "Uh, what do we hand over." "Everything, the money, the keys, the jewels, the girl." He had a knife. "Wait a minute." I retorted "'Wait'? You want me to wait? How do you give me orders, how?" He had a knife to my throat. When you're in these situations you notice the little things like my wife pulling something from her purse. "Don't worry whitey, you'll get the lovin' to." My wife stepped forward and tasered the thug across the back, he went through some spasms and dropped. My Alice went under one shoulder and I the other, we dragged him through the alley; his shoes scrapped on the uneven asphalt. "You have the reservation?" I asked nervously. "Yes of course." "The owners on the straight and narrow?" I asked more nervously. "No." "Good." He was heavy but we lifted him easily enough, see, the only thing my wife and I compete on is sports, in the bed, she's queen, outside, I'm the master. But in a gym, a fiercer rivalry would spawn a myth. I run a 6:30 mile, she runs 6:15. She makes county in tennis, I make state. Still it never is too serious and it keeps her and me hot as hell. We made good time to the site. "Close the door please." My sweet wife requested. It clanged shut. "Yes mistress." "Good, strip him, and hang him up." "Yes mistress." You see, she's in charge behind closed doors. But I'm not some sub bitch boy, bent over waiting for a dose of mistress's cock to rock me to sleep. I'm not her slave, I'm her aide. As hard as I try, she just dominates, controls, forces obedience. I stripped the man quickly and efficiently, his moca skin shone in the half light, he was tall, taller then my wife, who's taller then me, and he was in decent shape, I got the shackles and bound him, hand and foot. Then I ran a length of chain through a ceiling hook. My second task was easier, I had a lot of experience with my tux, more so with stripping unconscious men, and got it off in half the time, I stripped to the flesh, my tan hide illuminating my muscles as I bent over to remove my socks. "Hurry." "Yes mistress." "You're making me wet." "Sorry mistress." "Don't apologize, just move faster!" Completely naked, I kneeled before my god, my idol, who placed her blessing on me, her collar, a thick affair of leather and steel, she's never attached a lead, but it's still their. Next I moved to my master, I got her shoes off, slowly, then her bracelets, ring, and necklace. I moved that to a secure location and got to work on the dress, unzipping it, she stepped out of it contemptuously, finally free to be in her own element. Her legs were a glorious beginning to a perfect end, a pert ass, smooth cunt, and somewhat on the smaller side breasts, I don't care, she put down her hair and flowed to her shoulder. I shuddered before I got the corset from the closet, I'd prepared his place quite thoroughly, and strapped in on her, she stepped into her boots, and slid on her belt, which has a variety of 'attachments'. "Is my slave awake?" "Not yet mistress." "Wake him up." "Mistress, our toys?" "What could I do without you? Set them up." "At once mistress." I placed the table out, got a cloth and put our toys on it, a modest collection including: Whips, crops, cord, various dildos and vibrators of increasing size, a small set of butt plugs, in number not size, and astroglide. "All set mistress." "Yes, wake the slave." She grabbed a riding crop and held behind her, like she was scathing her back. I got a bucket of water and doused him. He spluttered coughed and woke up. "Where, who, what?" "You said you wanted love slave." Mistress said. "We're here to give it." "No please." "Don't interrupt!" The crop slapped down, he screamed. "But I didn't mean..." *Slap* *Scream* *Slap* *Scream* "Oh god oh god oh god." "Will you learn your lesson!" She signaled to me. "Mistress wants you to pay attention." I grabbed his face and pointed it at hers. "Please...mistress." "Don't deign to talk." She lifted the crop, he flinched. "Good, now listen." She leaned against him, he wobbled. "I know you want me," Her hand ran down her body. "I know I want you." Her fingers clenched and pumped in and out, she was wet so the sound and smell filled the room, I breathed deep. "But you have to prove something, prove you want me. Get me ready, I need to be cleaned." She ground her crouch into his face and began moaning. "Get me, *Pant* get me *Pant* Lube up." "Yes mistress." I grabbed the bottle, and squirted just enough to coat my nine by nine member, mistress's moans filled the room and I ran to assist her. When I got by her, she wrapped her legs around his head and I lifted her high so I could slide in, I let go, a little at a time, she relaxed her sphincter and I popped in, after this first gasp of shock and pain when my mushroom slid past her gate, she began moaning as she slid down my pole. "Fill me, fill me, I need, I need! Oh, oh, oh." "Of course mistress, right away." I began moving her up and down faster and faster, and I felt myself rising in my hairless sack. I was ready to burst when our slave finally did his work. She clenched and relaxed as I shot a steady stream into her bowels. "Yes, yes, you're fucking me right Alan, you're fucking me, you're fucking me, oh, oh god yes I'm, I'm, I'm cumming, right now, yes god please fuck now." She shuddered for the last time and I carried her to a mattress. She breathed deep and steady breaths. "Get me the three inch." "Yes mistress." I ran to our toys and got the medium butt plug. I carried it over and she stuck it in squelching. Her breathing steadied as slave rocked in the wind, his eyes were bugging out. "Now." Mistress said smiling evilly, "How can we reward you." "Please, let me go mistress, please miss, I'm sorry, so sorry." She stood up, rocking slightly, I grabbed her arm until she could stand without me and then she stalked, closer to him, her grin widening with every step. She reached him and her glove caressed his weeping back, the switch broke the skin, and lines of red crisscrossed this mahogany shoulders. Her hand stroked up to his shoulder then trundled down to his ass, her fingers delved into his crack and he gasped. "No, not that, I'm, I'm not gay." "Did you deny me?" "No, ma'am no." "That sounded like a refusal, I decide if you get fucked, when you get fucked, how you get fucked. And it's now. You." She pointed at me, "Lower him and get over here." "Yes mistress." I ran over to the end of the chain that held him to the ceiling and let it down a couple inches putting his ass at a perfect fucking height for me or mistress. Then I did as mistress bid and went over to her. "Mistress." "Inspect him." "Yes mistress." I kneeled and examined his cock first. It was almost as long as mine, but much more skinny and thick hair covered everywhere. His ass was no better, his hole was filthy sweaty and hirsute. "I'm sorry mistress, but this slave's in poor condition, whoever owned him didn't treat him very well. I'll do what I can, for you." "Good, Alan." "But first we teach him, I decide his fate. Switch." I got one for her. *Whap* *Whap* *Whap* Three rapid strikes scored his cheeks, and his screams rocked the room. "Good thing it's sound proof mistress." "Yes. Now clean him up I want my fun." She dragged a recliner from a corner of the room, and got a selection of cocks from the table, she laid back in her chair and began trying the double enders on for size. Meanwhile I unhooked slave from his chains and he collapsed in a huddled heap. "Please, release me and I'll free you, we'll spit roast the bitch and we'll make her give you your balls back." He whispered to me. My answer was short, brief, and painful. "Watch it slave." I told him as I dragged him to a modified gynecologist's chair, "She's not the only one who's going to enjoy you." I propped him in the chair and strapped him to it, one arm at a time. Mistress began moaning; I stared at her toy and got a wicked grin. "This is our first time doing this, and it looks like she means to break you, imagine that monster in your ass." His eyes widened. "Please, no, I'll, I can get money, I'll turn myself in, just let me go." "Someone will be probing your ass soon enough, if I were in your shoes I'd rather it be that goddess then some overweight Hispanic meth head." I finished tying him down and getting his legs in the spreader and then I could get out my barbers kit, the shaving was done in silence, I guess he figured he had no chance, and well me, I like working in quiet. I wiped away the hair and shaving cream, and began work on his ass. After shaving I got out an enema, and stuck it in. "All ready mistress, just waiting for it to clean up." She rose and my knees quivered. She walked over, and taking her gloves off as she went, she raised her hands and I removed the corset. All she had on was the boots and her harness, which contained a massive double ended vibrator, it was upward of ten inches, and the black rubber coating shimmered in the half light. "Oh, he's not ready." Sure enough he was flaccid. "I'll remedy that." He picked up at the sound of that, but he lowered his head when mistress knelt in front of me and her tongue darted across my shaft. It picked up and soon her mouth was all over it, however I wasn't the only person enjoying the show, and sure enough slave was growing too, I nudged mistress and she stood up her hair shaking as she did so. "Thank you Alan, you'll get your turn soon enough, prep me." I removed the enema and got a bottle of lube and a gag with a hole in it, I tied it on him and he began rocking back and forth, shaking his head. "It's no use slave." I hissed at him, "You're fucked." "Ungggrghgh." I laughed, and tossed the lube to mistress. "I don't think he deserves this." "No mistress?" "Make him please you." "We should ask him mistress, give him a choice." "Good point Alan. Slave, do you want lube." Slave nodded. "Suck that." She pointed to my meat, veins were popping out and precum was accumulating on it. I vaulted on to the chair, and shimmied until my groin was face level. I pushed my rod through the hole and deep into his hot throat. I groaned as he began to move his tongue inexpertly around my cock, saliva and precum mixed and I shuddered at his ministrations. "Good boy." Mistress rubbed a light coating of astroglide over the shaft of it. It was well proportioned and it stuck out from her skinny frame obscenely. She walked over to his exposed ass and slapped it once. He shuddered at her touch. She walked right up, and without stretching it, without anything more then spreading his cheeks, jammed it in there. He bucked and squirmed at the intrusion, and I saw his eyes grow wild as I rode his face. I would like to imagine that I heard the ripping from here, but it's probably my imagination. She reamed in and out of his asshole at a prodigious rate, her hands alternated between keeping him on the edge of release and slapping his ass. My girl has stamina and genius at this, I'm glad I'm by her side. Even in the midst of what I imagine is mind wrenching pain, slave managed to continue his awkward slobbering and brought me to cum, mistress would have blown me twice by now. Mistress bucked and screamed as the double tipped menace did its buzzing work and brought her to climax, multiple times judging on her howls. "I'm fucking, oh yeah, I'm the fuck god, I'll cum and cum and cum again, oh, oh YES!" Finished I slid off, undid the gag and let him breathe deep again. "I'll, *Pant* Call the cops you sick *Pant* fucks, you'll be fucking, fucked in fucking jail fuckers. You'll bend over every night for the rest of your *Pant* fucking life. And butch over there." Slave pointed to my baby, by darling, "Will *Pant* pry apart Maggie's thighs if she wants to live." I did the only thing I could after he threatened my goddess, I hit him, and hit him, and hit him until his face lost its shape. One eye was closed and blood flowed down into the other, my hands were shaking. My wife must have finished, because she grabbed my shoulder. "Alan, it's alright." "He, He threatened you, us." "He's no threat, I've got some friends that are interested in a slave, he's never getting out." We laughed. Hope you enjoyed it, please questions, requests and critiques would be much appreciated. A Night on the Town Ch. 02 ..."So where's the fun?" I thought aloud, after several minutes of silence, during which I was quite disoriented. Being tied to the bed post had it's advantages, which surely would show themselves once the fun began, but initially I was very helpless. I figured Jesse must've put one of the blankets from the bed up over the window, because it was pitch dark in the room. I couldn't even tell where he was, though I knew he wasn't on the bed. A few long seconds later, I felt cool liquid landing on my bare stomach. I breathed in sharply at the surprise "attack" and began to wonder what this was that he was pouring on me. It was too cold to be fresh cum, and after what we had finished earlier, I doubted he could make another batch in just ten minutes. My curiosity got the best of me. "What is that?" I squealed as I shivered, suddenly feeling a bit cold. Jesse didn't answer, but the pouring did stop shortly after that. I felt his hand softly trace the curves of my body, trailing goosebumps up to my neck, and then one of his fingers was in my mouth. I began to suck on it gently, and discovered that it tasted like chocolate. Chocolate syrup, I realized. After I cleaned his finger off, he began to lightly kiss my neck. I could feel pleasure stirring in my loins as his tongue traced from the tip of my ear down to the lobe, where he nibbled gently. He knows my ear is a torture spot for me, and did it on purpose. He kept trailing kisses down my neck, across my collarbone and shoulder, and down my arm until his cheek brushed against my breast -- another weakness of mine. Ironically, they are his as well. He has swirled the chocolate syrup in a spiral on my breasts, and he began to lick it up from the outside in, driving me crazy as he neared my nipple. Once there, Jesse suckled and nibbled, flicking every so often with his tongue, knowing he was making me hornier with every moment that passed. Remembering he still had another breast left, he proceeded to go through the same ritual with that one. God, how I wanted my hands untied so I could stop him there, press his head against my breasts forcefully and enjoy the sensation forever. But my hands were literally tied, and he continued licking up the chocolate as he followed it down towards my navel. His hands were on my breasts now, as if following his tongue on its journey towards my sex. He gently pinch and twisted my nipples, and enjoyed cupping my C-cups in his warm hands. Jesse's tongue had made its way to the start of my thighs and was lightly teasing the edges of my bare labia. I moaned softly as he teased me with his breath, the warm air leaving my outer lips cool as it collided with the dripping juices flowing from inside. His hands traced down my sides, coming to rest on my ass, pushing my cunt up towards his waiting lips. I inhaled sharply as his tongue flicked my clit the first time. It didn't take him long to have my hips writhing in his face while his tongue fucked my slit. "I'm gonna cum, baby," I whispered in between heavy breaths. And then it stopped. It was as if his tongue had just disappeared. "Not yet," he whispered. I could tell he was grinning, even though the room was so dark. He untied my hands, turned me over so I was facing the headboard, doggie-style, and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, cuffing me to the bed. I was very turned on, and not just because he'd been working me up for a while already. Doggie-style is my favorite position, and the extra excitement of the handcuffs, knowing I couldn't move anywhere, made my insides tingle with desire. Pop! Feeling Jesse's hand spank my firm ass as I knelt there, vulnerable in front of him, sent chills down my spine. When I didn't verbally respond, he spanked me again, harder this time. "Yeah, baby," I moaned, "Spank me harder!" I stuck my ass further out, begging for more. He rewarded me with a continuous bombardment of spankings, until my add was pink and warm from the contact. The next thing I felt was something cool sliding into my dripping cunt. Jesse spread my legs, and laid down beneath me on his back. I was on all fours straddling him, my breasts hanging down playfully, and a vibrator being pushed in and out of my pussy. As he worked me up some more, Jesse began sucking and playing with my tits, feeling them smack against his face as he fucked me with the toy. All I wanted to do was grab his dick and shove it inside myself and fuck him relentlessly, but I was not going to be able to move until he decided he wanted me to move. He turned on the vibrator now as he continued pushing and pulling the toy in and out of my lips. "Grrrr," I breathed as the sensation changed and my pleasure heightened even more. I started grinding my hips in rhythm with Jesse's thrusts of the vibrator. I barely noticed that Jesse stopped sucking my nipples and moved out from under me, all the while still pleasuring me with the toy. "Holy fuck!" I screamed suddenly, as I felt Jesse's lubed up prick enter my asshole. I felt very full with the vibrator slamming into my cunt still, and now Jesse's shlong in my ass. But boy, did it feel good. He wasted very little time letting me get used to the new sensation, and it didn't take long before I began to feel the stirrings of an orgasm beginning in my depths. I loved hearing the sounds of his flesh slapping against me, feeling his balls hit my underside as he rammed his hard rod into me. I began to shudder as the first wave of my orgasm took control of my muscles. All the tightening set Jesse off too. He pretty much dropped the vibrator and unloaded his jizz, coating the inside of my ass, as well as shooting some all over my ass cheeks. I nearly collapsed in exhaustion as my legs began to feel like rubber bands. He managed to uncuff me from the headboard, and I sank into the comfort of his arms and the bed, falling immediately off to sleep.