0 comments/ 24441 views/ 2 favorites A Perfect Match By: madengineer3 All Characters are to be viewed as over the age of eighteen. Copyright 2008 by madengineer3, All rights are reserved! This story is not to be copied or circulated except by madengineer3 or by means of the Literotica website, and under Literotica's rules. * As I look at the beautiful wedding band on my left hand I am almost overcome with gladness. There was a time when you couldn't have convinced me that my life would become as fulfilled as it has. Let me tell you the story. I was born thirty years ago. From my first true awareness, I knew that something was wrong. I had a male body, but a female mind. After years of fighting off that internal knowledge I started to live as a trans-sexual. I changed my name from Carl to Carla and settled in a small city about an hour away from where I grew up. I found that to be exceedingly difficult. I'd begin to get serious about a guy, and when he found out about my problem he'd split. Sometimes the guy would simply walk out and sometimes I would get a few punches thrown at me. I was reaching my limit of endurance. Life seemed so empty. In desperation I contacted Robert; the old senior pastor of my church. He was a kindly old man, and I strongly suspected that he was not judgmental.. I called him and made an appointment to sit and talk. I arrived at his office right on time. "Hello, Carla, you seemed to be very concerned about something when you called me. Come on in and have a seat." I walked in and closed the door behind me. "Do you really want to close the door? After all, we don't want to start rumors." he said with a smile. "Yes, Pastor Joe. I need to speak in absolute secrecy. I am heavily burdened by a problem that I think may be insurmountable." "Carla, there are no insurmountable problems for God. Let's pray first. Heavenly Father, we ask for Your Spirit's presence to allow our communications to be clear and allow our understanding to be as You would have it. We ask this in Jesus name. Amen" Now, how about you tell me the problem." "Will you promise that you will not share a word of what I am going to say to anyone, including your wife?" "Of course. You can trust me. You've known me for years and your beautiful voice has really helped our chior." The funny thing was, I knew that I could trust him. "My problem is a very deep one. From my earliest days I have always known that I was a girl. Mentally, emotionally, in almost all the ways it counts I am a woman. But I was born in a male body. Does that shock you?" "No, Carla, it doesn't. I have helped several trans-sexual people resolve their problems over the years. It used to be much harder to fix such problems than it is today." "What do you mean, fix?" "Let me ask you a few questions before I start suggesting anything." "O.K." "Have you ever seen a doctor or mental health practitioner about this problem?" "Yes. I spoke with a psychiatrist at great length. Her conclusion was that I am one of those unfortunate people who have been born into the wrong body. One of my concerns is how come God allowed this to happen. I mean, it isn't fair." "I know just what you mean. I can give you a long drawn out answer or the short answer that I truly believe but both reach the same conclusion.. Which would you like?" "Let's go with the short answer." "Good! My belief is that when sin entered into the world that it caused a mental, physical, and moral fall from perfection. I believe that sin changed our DNA such that we were no longer what we were created to be. One of the things that I believe happened was that genetic errors like hemophilia, sickle cell anemia, and such were allowed to occur; not because God didn't care but because He allowed these problems to drive us back into fellowship with Himself. " "You mean, there is a chance that God purposely allowed this to happen to me?" "It's possible. I don't believe there are any such things as coincidences. I truly believe in the sovereignty of God." "If that's so, am I destined to remain unfulfilled and alone all the rest of my life?" "Sixty years ago the answer to that question would have been yes. Now, however, the answer is no." "Please explain." "Have you ever heard of SRA; Sex Reassignment Surgery?" "Yes, but I always thought it couldn't really work." "Fortunately, you thought wrong. It works very well! " The pastor then took a scrap of paper and wrote a telephone number on it along with a name, Samantha. "This lady is an expert surgeon who had done many hundreds of SRAs. I would suggest that you call her. Let's close in prayer! Heavenly Father, we thank you for your guidance and unconditional love. We can only be whole with Your presence in our lives. We thank you for that presence, in Jesus name." When I left the church and got back to my apartment I sat for the better part of two hours just considering the number that I had been given. I then made the hardest phone call that I have ever made. That was four years ago. When I contacted the doctor she had me sit down with two psychiatrists and herself. The questions and answers were probing. At the end of that meeting the surgeon told me that she wanted me to get a PET scan of my brain. The scan was set up and I had it done. *************** "Carla, I have some interesting news to tell you." the surgeon said. "During early fetal development a babies are all female, until the hormone testosterone gets involved in males. One of the things it does, usually, is to disrupt the inter-hemisphere communications in the male brain. That disconnection never happened in your brain. You are already neurologically more female than male as far as your nervous system is concerned. Based upon these results, and the fact that you have already lived all your life as a woman, would you like to set up for the long process of becoming a woman?" "Yes, doctor. When do we begin?" "I'll see you in our local hospital next Wednesday, at seven in the morning. The first step is to remove your testicles. I'm also going to trim the adrenal cortex on your kidneys. They also product testosterone." I agreed to the operation and went through with it. The surgeon then told me that after I had a full recovery, she would start the actual conversion. Since I had been taking female hormones since before puberty I didn't have to worry about my breasts. They were already a nice "B cup" in size. The next two months were filled with surgery and pain. It hurt to have all of that work done on my most sensitive tissues. The day finally came when I was to have the bandages removed from my crotch. "Are you ready to see the new you?" "Yes!" "Now bear in mind that there will still be swelling and redness because the surgery is still very recent. Those problems will go away in the next few weeks." The doctor carefully removed the bandages and held up a mirror so that I could inspect myself. "You are a wizard, doctor. Except for the swelling from the surgery, that looks like a perfectly normal set of female genitals. Thank you so much." "I'm glad I could help you. I know exactly how you feel." "How can you know?" "I was born Samuel. Samantha is my post-operative name. You see, I have fought the same battle that you have. I understand!" I broke down at that point an cried my eyes out. I have never felt such joy in my life. That was two years ago. Right after the surgery I came back to my apartment and went to thank my pastor. He said he was happy for me. He also mentioned that he wanted to introduce me to someone I knew of, but had never formally met. The next Sunday, at coffee hour after church the pastor introduced me to Bob. I had always been interested in Bob. He seemed to be a perfect gentleman. Beside having a car he also rode motorcycles, was an excellent competitive target shooter, worked out with weights, and appeared to be a wonderful gentleman. "Bob, I want to introduce you to Carla. She is a special lady who has a good heart." Bob smiled and held out his hand for mine. After a minute or two the pastor walked away. "So, what do you do, Carla?" "I don't do a lot. I have a degree in electrical engineering but when my grandfather died he left my father a very large inheritance. My dad died about seven years ago. I haven't really had to work. What do you do Bob?" "I'm President of Linhar Ltd. You know, the people who make devices to help the mute communicate? I started out as an engineer working in my basement, sold some of my early models after patenting them. We now do rather well. Beside giving a tenth of our gross corporate income to the church I make sure that even people who cannot afford our devices can get them." "Wow, that's wonderful. Why do you do that?" "The Lord has been good to me and I want to please Him. Let me change the subject for a moment. Are you attached to someone special?" "No, It's a long story that I don't want to get into, if you don't mind." "No, that's fine with me. I, also, am not attached. I suspect that the pastor is trying to get us together for some reason." "Yeah, I got that impression." "What are you doing for dinner, today?" "I was going to go home and see what I had that would cook up quickly and also taste good." "Would you be interested in letting me take you out to dinner? I know a good Italian place that makes a wonderful Lasagna." "You've twisted my arm. When do you want to go?" "Whenever you are ready. I can follow you in my car." "You don't have to, my car is comfortable and I promise I don't bite!" We both laughed at that. Knowing that the pastor thougth Bob was O.K., I decided to accept his invitation. The rest of the day was wonderful. We spent the next year dating. There was one thing that I found strange. Bob always treated me as a lady. He wasn't pushing me to have sex with him. He seemed to love me simply because of who I am. I really liked that. I must admit that we did neck and do some light petting, but nothing that required us to be undressed. Then one evening, when I had cooked a wonderful dinner. We had wine afterwards. We went into the living room and were sitting on the couch. We started necking and I became sexually aroused. I took his hand and placed it on my breast while we were passionately kissing. "Carla, I have to ask you a question. But first we need to talk. We need to talk about some things that are delicate and highly personal." Bob sat up and released me from his embrace. With much trepidation I said; "O.K. what do we need to talk about?" "Are you aware that there are some people who are born in the wrong body? For example, born with a female body when they are really a male inside?" I just shook my head yes. I was terrified. How had he found out? "What do you think about people like that?" By this time I had tears in my eyes. "I think that they end up being very lonely. They also have to feel very afraid that they'll be rejected if anyone finds out." Now, Bob had tears in his eyes. "You're exactly right. Did the pastor tell you about me?" "What do you mean? He has never said anything to me except that he wanted to introduce me to you." "Carla, I was born Roberta. I am a trans-sexual. I was born with a female body when I knew that I was a male. I went out West, to Colorado, to have reassignment surgery done. I'm a male now, but could never give a woman a child. I love you and would love to marry you but you will need to know that instead of having a large penis I have a large clit that acts as my penis. I want you, but I will understand if you don't want me." He was looking down at the couch as he said this. "Bob, I would love to marry you. But...." He broke in, "you can't live with the thought that I once had a woman's body?" "No, listen to me. I have a question for you. By any chance was the surgeon named Samantha?" Bob's eyes all but bugged out. "How do you know about Samantha?" "Because I was born Carl and she changed me into Carla." His face beamed and he reached out to embrace me. He was crying and laughing at the same time. "Oh, I am so happy! You are a dream come true! I had been praying that God would send me a wonderful woman who would understand. He has provided me with the perfect match." We both embraced more fervently than we had ever done so before. Then Bob broke the embrace and started talking again. "Carla, I have been praying about this for as long as we have been together. I felt that God had told me to step out on faith. I did that yesterday." At that he brought our a small velvet bag from his pocket. He opened it and then asked; "Carla, would you marry me?". As he asked that he took out a beautiful platinum ring with a beautiful diamond solitare mounted in it. My answer, through my tears of joy, was yes! Bob told me he had also purchased the wedding bands when he purchased the engagement ring. We were married four months ago. It was a small wedding, but was a dream come true for both of us. One of our wedding guests was our surgeon, Samantha. Bob had purchased a round trip ticket and the best room in our local hotel as a wedding present to both of us. It was good to see Samantha's smile as she saw that her work had helped out two lives. Our wedding night was a hot and exhausting time. Our love for each other has done nothing but grow. For the joy of being close to Bob I am working at his company as an engineer. It's neat when your boss is also your helpmate and lover. Sometime I'll have to tell you about our honeymoon. A Perfect Match James couldn't get it up the second time. No that's not quite true, he got it up, but couldn't keep it there. The fucking thing just wouldn't stay hard. Kelly and he were having one of their, not too regular, wild evenings in. They tended to have them every six weeks or two months. She'd cook a nice meal or he'd barbecue steaks, they'd drink too much, smoke a joint or two and then fuck, but not always in that order. Sometimes the sexy little blonde haired bimbo that is his wife of twenty years might return from the kitchen with the dessert and her knickers in her hand or even just in her knickers implying 'fuck the dessert' and that was always alright by James. Usually they'd try somewhere different, the sitting room floor, up the stairs or, on a nice night in the garden. They always tried to do something different to make their wild evenings in special. Tonight they'd lasted through dinner and then had a long session on the carpet. She'd sucked him, he had sucked her and then they had played with each other for what must have been at least an hour. They eventually fucked; firstly James had her from behind and then turning her over onto her back he got between her leg, hauled them over his shoulders and deep fucked her that way. They had great orgasms and then we went to bed with a bottle of brandy, which wasn't going to be used as a sex toy, even though the idea of a bottle of Hine XO Cognac shoved up Kelly's cunt was pretty appealing. They drank and talked, dozed and then drank some more. A couple of hours later, it was near midnight, she started to play with him. She pushed her small, heavily nippled tits towards him and he cupped and squeezed them, then stroked and caressed them. James loved his wife's tits, but then to be truthful he loves most tits as long as they are shapely and don't' sag too much. Playing with Kelly's usually that does the job, not tonight though. "Methinks," she said huskily "He needs a little special attention." "You're not wrong there love,"he said taking another swig of the ridiculously expensive Cognac. The sight of his wife's blonde hair slithering down his body was great, Kelly gives marvellous head. She reversed her position leaving her breasts and now her bum and those other lovely places as well so easily available to his hands and she grasped his limp cock. She licked it and his balls as her fingernail scratched at that little patch between them and his bum. Shit it was lovely and James immediatelyI felt some quiverings. Kissing and licking both the length and the tip of his cock it started to harden making Kelly feel pleased and also relieved; on a wild night in once was certainly not enough for her! "Mmmm that's better," she said "How do you want me?" "Doggy?" he suggested watching her kneel with her head resting on her forearms on the bed and her gorgeously pert arse in the air. He got behind her and as he went to push it on it started to soften. "Fuck it." "What is it?" "I'm losing it." "Lay down and close your eyes," she said kneeling beside him. It took longer this time, but at last felt ready. But the same thing happened again. "Just relax it happens at our ages." she said snuggling up alongside him feeling sorry for her husband, and herself if the truth be known. James put his arm round her and pulled her against his chest. She pulled the sheet up and rested her hand on his stomach, her fingers slipping just into his pubes. "Fuck it Kel, I'm only forty five." "Well that's when it starts or so Cosmo says." "What losing it?" "Yes some go completely in their forties." "Gee thanks a bunch." "Is it me?" "What not being able to get a hard on, you?" "Yes am I the reason?" "Of course not I was ok the first time." "Yes but not the second time, you used to be able to get it upi so quickly and easily, perhaps you don't fancy me as much nowadays" she asked. "True, but why would it be you?" "It happens. Maybe someone else would get you hard easily." "Oh you mean the grass is greener thing?" "Yes." "I don't know do I do, I don't look for a greener grass," James lied. Whilst Kelly and James Ioved each other it was in their own ways. They had a pretty relaxed marriage. Although they never talked about it they both had 'fun' outside the marriag. "Yeah right," she said "What about if it was Brad." "Brad?" "Yes the guy in Boston," she said referring to a bloke she'd pulled in the Marriott Copley Place for them to have their long yearned for threesome with. "What about him?" "Well he got you hard quickly after I sucked you." "Did he?" James said as if he couldn't remember; it was actually absolutely vivid in his memory and he could recall every moment of the threesome. "Yes, so what if he was here now and doing this," she said rubbing his cock and cradling his balls. "Would that help?" "Doing what?" "Exactly what I am doing," she said pumping his cock slowly with one hand and rolling his balls with his fingers on the other hand "Kel I don't know" he lied. "Do you ever think about it?" "What Boston?" "Sometimes, do you?" "Yes often, I'd like to do it again." "What me and another bloke and you." "Yes, but more you and another bloke." "You want to see me with another guy?" "Mmm it was the sexiest thing I've ever seen. You did like it?" "Yes." "Would you do it again with me?" "Yes I would," James said quietly. "Good, but in the meantime you can now fuck me," she said stroking his ramrod like hard cock. * Although James had 'performed' with Brad in front of his wife when she had pushed their cocks together and then put their hands on the other's cocks and had encouraged them to masturbate, he hadn't let on to her about his bisexual feelings or how he had been satisfying them over the past few months. He hadn't told her of being massaged and having the male masseur jerk him off or of visiting gay saunas. He hadn't mentioned that he had been tossed off there by strangers and that he had returned the favours. Naturally he hadn't mentioned that he had taken Cialis before he went so he kept his hard on longer. That was important when he went to the hot tub and saw several guys looking as he slowly removed his towel feeling excited as their eyes locked on to his erection. It was also important as he walked round the club, his towel folded in half so the hem of it hardly covered his balls and arse the outline of his erection under the towel plain for all to see. And most importantly he hadn't told her that he had been sucked off several times, once to complete ejaculation into the other guy's mouth. Critically he hadn't mentioned that next time he went he was planning to go to one of the quiet rooms with a guy and suck him off. * Kelly and James had an unusual relationship. He in his mid forties and she slightly younger they had been childhood sweethearts and had married some twenty years ago. They had no children. Maybe it was that, possibly that they met and married too young or it could be a range of other factors, but they didn't love each other; well not in a conventional way. As a result, over the years their marriage had become rather 'open' and they were both pretty sure that the other had 'flings' although they never discussed it. Equally, they never questioned the other when they were out for the evening. James ran a successful business and they were well off with his and hers Mercs, a London house a villa in Spain and no children; money was not an issue for them. Kelly had become interested in the arts and was taking a degree at Middlesex University as a mature student. Given that she was a stunning looking blonde, with small, but nice shaped tits, great legs, a fabulous ass and that she was very generous in the students bar, she was hugely popular with the male students of all ages many of whom were eager to get into her knickers. The two that did were probably the grubbiest, least well off guys in the year. They were in their mid twenties, lived in a squat and hunted women as a duo. Hence, the first time Kelly got shagged by both of them was on a blanket in a room empty of furniture in a house that was due for demolition. It was the sheer squalor and sordidness that for some reason appealed to her. That is in addition to having two almost insatiable, bisexual studs at her sexual beck and call. The next few times were in similar surroundings, though different locations, and with other people, males and female in the room; they paid little attention to what the three of them did, but the fact of them being there was an additional turn on for Kelly. She hadn't of course mentioned a word about her sordid afternoons to James who was blissfully unaware that his wife avidly watched the two guys masturbate and suck each other. He was equally unaware of course that his wife several times lay on that that tatty blanket masturbating herself to conclusion as one or the other of her two student lovers fucked the other. * James was slowly coming to terms with the fact that his sexuality was changing. That his female side was emerging and that the bisexual elements that presumably had lain dormant for years were pushing themselves to the forefront of his sexual needs and behaviours. He still shagged other women, his wife included, but more and more he wanted more than what a woman could give him, more than straightforward sex, more than heterosexual sex. James wanted it all, but as yet had no idea what all was. As he had fucked Kelly that night when he had trouble getting a second erection they had talked. Often as he lay buried deep in her they would discuss sexual matters. It was in such a situation that she had eventually told him that she had tried sex with another girl, adding untruthfully that it was when she at college when they were not a number. "It just nothing for me" she told him ending years of him trying to persuade her to have a threesome. It was that night though that Kelly had said. "It was thinking about what you did with Brad wasn't it that gave you this boner wasn't it?" James had started to deny that, but she saw through that. "Don't worry I understand, I want to do it again." "Do what?" He asked. "Have you and another man." "And what do you want us to do?" He asked thrusting up and down her a few times. "I want you to see you suck each other," she replied contracting her vaginal muscles and gripping him tightly. "You sure?" He said feeling his ejaculation starting deep in his balls. "Yes I want to see your cock in his mouth and his in yours as I masturbate." It only took moments for James to cum deep in his wife. * "How about partner swapping with a bi guy?" James asked Kelly a few nights later. "What about her?" "His partner?" "Yes." "How do you mean?" "She'll probably be bi too." "Well we can check that, maybe she'll be like you." "Maybe." James was on a swingers' website trying to find a guy to share his wife with. He could hardly believe they had come this far, but realised that it was probably the only way for he didn't feel able to ask anyone he knew and Kelly hadn't come up with any suggestions. She had thought of suggesting one of her student lovers, but had rejected that on the grounds that they might tell James too much and they had a little too much stamina for both were able to get it up within .half an hour twice in an afternoon. They'd decided that a swinger was the best option or failing that a male escort. "I don't really like the idea of paying for it?" James had said thinking that it would probably be some stud who would embarrass him. "Why can't we try another Boston?" "Lightning never strikes twice in the same place love, but of course let's look out for any opportunity." James continued looking through swingers' sites gradually finding some more specialised ones including a 'Bi men for couples site." There were loads of entrants. He emailed a few, but got only a few replies from spectacularly unappealing guys most of whom were older than himself. "It's no good, I can't find any," he told Kelly one evening. "Oh well you'll just have to fuck me and make out it's a bloke won't you." "Hey hang on I wasn't thinking that way?" "Weren't you?" Kelly asked a slight smile on her lips as her eyes caught his just as she slid his cock into her mouth. Kelly's fascination with watching blokes together started, or so she believed, a few years ago when she was doing voluntary work for the National Trust at a stately home a few miles to the north of London. She had an affair with one of the curates, a man in his fifties. It started pretty normally, a few kisses and caresses in secluded places in the large house, a fuck one autumn evening when the clock changed then the occasional time in the car or hidden moments around the big old house. It was when he invited her to his house when his wife was away that they got down to the real nitty gritty. Following his instructions they both undressed and went into the living room. There was a wood fire blazing in the open grate and he had lit loads of candles and joss sticks. They sat opposite each other both leaning against heavy chairs. They opened their legs, raised their knees and pushed their feet together. He told her to stare at his cock as he would stare at her cunt, but he used the word genitals to replace the more basic that came to Kelly's mind. His erection reared up his stomach. "Now Kelly touch yourself," he said running his fingertips up the hugely respectable length of his swollen cock. Without hesitation Kelly cupped and then squeezed and pinched her breasts. She watched fascinated as he started to pump his cock; she had never seen a man masturbate before. Involuntarily she swore, one of her hands slid down her body and found her clit. The combination of the sensations she was giving herself and the sight of him pumping his gorgeous cock quickly built up her orgasm. "I'm very near Kelly," her grunted. "So am I," Kelly moaned. He knelt and moved towards her, she guessed what was going to happen. Just as the storm cloud of her orgasm burst over her so his cum, a surprisingly large amount for a man of his age, shot from his cock and splattered all over her tits and face, the sheer sordidness of it sending her right over the top. * James wasn't gay. Of that he was sure. He never went around fancying other men or wondering what they looked like naked as he did women. He never had the urge to fuck a man as he did when he saw a tasty bird. He would no more wish to read a gay mag as he would one about Zen Buddhism, but he was a 'buzz junky,' or more to the point a sex junky. He had always been up for anything. Right from his teens when he plucked up the courage to visit a Soho prostitute, he had been ready to try anything. Marrying Kelly hadn't changed that for just weeks after his honeymoon he was fucking an old flame and just a few days later a new one. It was the sheer buzz, the excitement, the turn on of something different, something new, something alternative. That had taken him onto joining a swinging circle with a girl friend who thought he was separated from Kelly, visiting massage parlours, having two girl massages where they performed and to a host of extra marital activities of which he wasn't proud, but which he felt were fair game. Then purely by accident he had his first bi experience. It was a simple massage at a holiday spa by a Thai man. For some reason he got hard and the guy said he could fix it if James wanted. Lying there eyes closed, naked, warm oil all over his stomach, balls and cock, his full erection in the masseur's hands, the Thai guy slowly and expertly wanked him. As James started to cum so unconsciously he reached out and gripped the outline of the masseur's cock through the thin material of his baggy Thai trousers. That started it. Unlike many, he wasn't worried that this signified a change in his sexuality, after all Bowie, John Lennon and Mick Jagger had all 'admitted' to gay flings. What it most indicated to James was that he wanted more. So then came the male massage found in the local paper. He went there regularly about once every three weeks. Each time he ended up holding the nude Michael's wonderfully large, but only semi erect, cock as the masseur brought him to wonderfully, gushing climax with his spunk flying all over the place. And that, of course led to the gay saunas and the touching and groping in the dark cruising room with total strangers, the nude hot tubs where James flashed his erection and had guy's feet and hands stroke him under the water. It went onto the sauna and steam rooms where a hand might touch his and contact was made and they might start masturbating each other as several guys looked on, some joining in. James found that he enjoyed being watched. However, iIf privacy was needed, and James rarely felt the need for that, but some partners did, there was the small cell like rooms where a couple could go and do anything they wished. James had the urge to do something bi occasionally. It was not a continuous urge and was not a strong one; it certainly was less powerful than the urges he had to be with other women. Although he never worried about what he did, and he was doubly careful health wise, and didn't have traumas or guilt trips he did think about it a lot. He was easily able to rationalise it by concluding that given the right circumstances everyone, if they could shake off the shackles of religion and social conditioning would be bi. James justified his awakened sexuality as he thought of it, as being the norm. He and Kelly had never discussed that, well not as it related to him. But they had as it related to her. As with most men, James wanted to see his wife with another woman, he wanted a threesome and would have loved to have fucked another female as Kelly kissed them both. He had tried for ages, years really to persuade but she wouldn't. "It just doesn't work for me love, sorry" she had said as they lay in bed in New York. "Hmmm shame." "But now two guys and me Jimmy, that appeals," she said tentatively as she held his cock. She was a little worried at her husband's reaction and certainly did not want to get into discussing other men she may or may not have been with. "Really?" "Sure, does it you?" She asked already knowing the answer by the hardening of his cock in her hand. As they fucked they discussed that. "I can just imagine kissing you as the other guy shags you." "Mmmm and then both of you doing me." "Really you want that?" "Of course, but then I want more than that." "What else do you want?" James asked thrusting himself as far up his wife as he could get himself and then holding his cock there, still and rigid." "I want to see you and him doing something." "Doing what?" "I don't know yet, we'll find out when we do it won't we?" They found out a lot quicker than they thought. They were in Boston two days later staying at the Marriott Copley Place. They had been to dinner at l'espalier and had walked to the hotel along Boylston Street. They decided to have a drink in Champions Sports bar on the mezzanine floor. It was inhabited by mainly single businessmen and women although there were a few couples. They had chatted to a few people when James' mobile rang, he listened for a moment or two. As it had rang they were talking to a guy who had already introduced himself as Brad. James apologised and said to Kelly that they would have to go for he needed to do some work on his laptop. Kelly demurred saying jokingly, or so James thought "I'm sure Brad will look after me." "You can rely on that James," Brad smiled. Feeling a little uneasy for James was pretty sure that Kelly liked to play away from home he agreed and told them that he would be half hour or so. A Perfect Match Returning to the bar he saw Kelly and Brad were sitting close together and were in deep conversation. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything," James had said rather sarcastically. He certainly wasn't for Kelly smiled up at him and Brad told him what a lovely wife he had. "Gee James, Kelly sure is some woman," he said after Kelly had excused herself saying she was going to the suite. James placed a lot of business with Marriott and they rewarded him well when he stayed in their hotels. James had stood when she said she was going up. He went to kiss her on the cheek and she whispered in his ear. "I think he's the one. I asked Brad if he would like to join us for a drink in our suite darling, he's staying at the hotel." In the suite some twenty minutes later James was surprised to see that Kelly was wearing a long, flowing silk dressing gown that was held together by a tie at the waist. "Wow Kelly," Brad said. "You like?" She flirted giving a quick twirl. "I certainly do." It hadn't taken long and no more than two more drinks, Dewars and ice for Brad, Cognac for Kelly and James, before Kelly was sitting on Brad's lap. It hadn't taken much longer before James had asked Brad when Kelly was in the bathroom "Want to take things further?" "What do you mean" The booze giving him confidence James said "Would you like to fuck Kelly?, I assume that was what you were trying to persuade her to do whilst I was away." "Of course, but don't you mind?" "Not at all, we both want that." It had been an incredibly horny experience for James to lay beside his wife occasionally kissing her as she was fucked by an almost total stranger. It had been an equally incredibly horny experience for all of them a couple of hours later when Kelly knelt between them and stroked and licked each man in turn back to erection. It was an even hornier experience when she pressed their cocks together and even more so when she pushed one of each guy's hands onto the other's cock. The finale was when the two men watched Kelly rubbing her clit and bringing herself off as they wanked each other. As she saw them getting close Kelly wiggled her body so she was tight beside them and croaked. "Cum on my tits." * And now they were going to do it again; yes now they were going to have another two men and one woman threesome, and it was at Kelly's suggestion and persuasion; James wasn't aware just what a lucky man he was James had worked hard searching the net and had found more sites offering bi men to couples. He had narrowed his search down to two. He'd exchanged emails and photos of Kelly and him with the pair of them, both of whom reacted favourably to Kelly's photo in a brief bikini. He had arranged to meet both of them the same evening in different bars in the west end of London. "I don't know why you bother selecting just one, we could do it with both," Kelly said as he set off to meet them. A week later James was saying. "Kelly this is Peter, Peter my wife Kelly." James had selected Peter, a forty four year old divorced actor who had worked mainly in rep, but had done some TV soaps and commercials, but now mainly did voice-overs and role-plays for management training for a global telecoms company all over the world. He'd explained to James that the theatre is very touch feely. Being lonely and with his travelling restricting friendships, he was now happy to meet couples for no strings attached sex and fun. He was good looking, had a muscular, fit body and so his ad had said was well hung, something James hadn't felt the need to check. As James had got into the networld of male bi sex so he'd learned the lingo. Bottom and top, O and O2 being the main ones. Bottom it turned our was willing to be fucked, top was fuck only, O was oral giving O2 oral giving and taking. Peter listed all four. Kelly had prepared a pasta meal and they chatted quite easily as they ate that with ciabata bread washed down with the best part of two bottles of Chianti. Finishing, Peter insisted on helping with the clearing away until laughing and joking, flirting, chatting and touching and feeling they retired into the sitting room. James sat in a chair and Kelly on the settee, she patted the place next to her for Peter. Kelly looked great. She was wearing a fashionable floor length, strapless, low cut white dress which was held up due its tightness round her boobs. Quite often it slipped a bit and throughout the meal she had continually pulled it up. Indeed as Peter plonked himself beside her on the settee she was doing just that. James took the bull by the horns. "Kel, given as to why Peter is here, why bother keep pulling that fucking top up." She smiled at her husband, then at Peter and said "Darling you have such a wonderful way with words" as totally unselfconsciously she pulled the top down exposing her small, but beautifully pert breasts. James hadn't really for one moment expected that reaction from his wife. Equally she was as surprised as he was at what she had done. Peter, having been in such threesome situations before was the least surprised. "Oh Kelly that's lovely," he said quietly looking at James as he moved closer to her on the settee. As James saw him moving closer to his wife and his anticipation of what would soon happen increased so his erection flourished. He nodded at Peter who put his arm round Kelly, looked enquiringly at her and seeing her head tilt to one side, her lips part and her eyes close, he kissed her. His other hand found her breasts and nipples and quickly they were joined in a strong, passionate, lusty embrace that hardened Peter's cock, stiffened Kelly's nipples and made her damp between her legs. James looked on absolutely fascinated. It was a good kiss, a long and varied one that both of them got deeply into. Their mouths were wide open, their lips were squirming and their tongues were probing as James joined them on the couch. He caressed his wife's breasts his hands occasionally touching Peter's. He pulled on the top of the dress rolling it down her body. Her mouth still locked to Peter's, Kelly lifted herself up so he could pull her dress down past her waist and hips along her legs and off. She was just wearing a little black thong. Her fingers were fumbling at the buttons on Peter's shirt. She broke the kiss and whispered. "Take it off," as her mouth found her husband's and they kissed. She broke that too and looking from one to the other said "You both look a little overdressed to me." They got the message and both men undressed. James was hard, but felt a little wary when he looked over at Peter who certainly had not been lying or exaggerating when he'd said he was well hung; he was big. As they undressed Kelly slid her thong off. She and Peter kissed and his hands found her breasts while James fingers slid between his wife's thighs that she slightly parted. She moved her head from Peter to her husband and kissed James as her hand found Peter's erection; a little shudder ran through her when she realised that she could not get her fingers all the way round its girth. The men alternated kissing Kelly, squeezing and rubbing her breasts and running their fingers along her lips, into her pussy and round her clit. She was near to cumming. Kelly was laying on the settee on her right side with from her hip upwards on the couch and her legs off it her feet on the carpet. She was facing her husband and Peter was behind her. She was kissing James who was pulling her nipples and she had her hand behind her rubbing Peter's cock as he ran his fingers along her ass crack and between her lips and into her cunt. He moved forward and holding her hand on his cock he pushed himself between her legs. The thick knob end of his penis was pushed right against her wet lips. Peter reached round her and stroked her face as he said huskily. "Ok?" Instinctively James went to answer, but realised the request to fuck her was directed to his wife who looked into his eyes and whispered to the virtual stranger. "Yes Peter, please fuck me." It took no more than a shrug of his slim hips and Peter's sizeable cock surged up inside Kelly's most private place, her cunt. It felt great for both of them and each let out a deep grunt. Looking on, caressing her breasts and kissing her as she rubbed his cock, James watched the actor start to fuck his wife. It was a seriously powerful turn on particularly, but maybe strangely because the look on her face, the glazed eyes, the opened mouth and the slight rolling from side to side of her head told him just how much she was enjoying it. And she was. Kelly nearly always enjoyed the first fuck from a new lover and she'd had many over the years. This was particularly enjoyable due to the feeling of beings stretched and filled by Peter's deliciously big cock; it had been such a time since she'd had one this big, that being she recalled on an eighteen year old boy she had seduced. Peter was entirely happy. Kelly was so much more attractive and with such a better body than most he went with and James was slim, looked fit and was very inexperienced, just right he thought as he started to fuck Kelly. "Oh yes," he gasped, half acting, for he knew just what couples liked to hear, but half meaning it for she was a bloody fuck he thought. Kelly was thinking the same as she held her husband's cock and looked into his eyes as he stroked her tits. "Good Kelly?" "It's fucking wonderful." Peter fucked her for some time thinking, quite rightly that she wouldn't want him to cum so he held back. He guessed correctly for suddenly she said. "Come on James your turn now." She shrugged Peter out and welcomed her husband's familiarly smaller prick inside her. He did make her cum a little, but she stopped him climaxing by again pulling out. She knelt on the floor supporting herself by her elbows on the seat of the settee, her legs were parted, her rump was in the air and her cunt lips were open and soaked. Peter was in her like a flash. The difference as his size swamped the insides of her vagina made her think, smiling to herself that perhaps size did matter; he really did feel bloody good. James was sitting on the settee and he edged along so his wife could get at his cock. She licked its length and then took it into her mouth as both men caressed her tits and pinched her nipples. It really was a truly amazing feeling to have two men in her body, four hands exploring every part of it and two mouths and tongues orally loving her skin. She momentarily wondered whether it would be possible to get both cocks up her cunt and thought that might be something for later, but at the moment as Peter made her cum she had other plans. "Oh God," she groaned feeling half way up that lovely wall of feelings as an orgasm builds up. She wasn't so far gone, though, to forget her plan; if Peter's big cock felt good up her pussy just what would it be like in her mouth she wondered as she wiggled herself off him, turned and presented herself to her husband who was quickly in her from behind. Peter saw what was coming and smiling he held his cock, bent it forward a little and pushed it towards the blonde woman who he was finding more and more horny every moment. '"Fuck, I can hardly get it in my mouth, I can't get my lips round it' she thought to herself as Peter presented his gorgeously big dick to her. She could of course, just about, and after licking its length she managed to get it in her mouth; god it felt good. They rolled around on the couch with the men kissing, caressing, squeezing and touching Kelly everywhere. In turn she rubbed their cocks, cradled and squeezed their balls and took one after the other into her mouth. Then with them both kneeling upright she pulled both of their cocks towards her mouth at the same time. She licked the length of each in turn and then pressing them together she licked both at once. She kissed and sucked at each tip taking them a little way into her mouth as she cupped and squeezed their balls at the same time Inevitably they were all now very, very aroused, even Peter who managed to get into a threesome similar to this about once a month. She was taking them down the path they both wanted to travel and the one that she particularly wanted to watch. She pushed her husband onto his back and knelt beside him. She pushed her head and shoulders across his chest cutting off his view downwards and then nodded to Peter who knew instinctively exactly what she wanted. As Kelly pulled her husband's erection almost vertical to his stomach so Peter leaned forward, licked up its length and then, after looking Kelly in the eye, smiling kissing her softly on her lovely lips, he slid her husband's cock deep into his mouth and began to bob his head up and down. Kelly assumed, quite wrongly, that James would be unaware that he was in Peter's mouth and as she slowly turned towards her husband so he could see her mouth she was slightly disappointed that he wasn't shocked. "Surprised darling? She asked kissing him. "Oh god yes," he lied looking past his wife and seeing Peter holding his cock and fellating him. He had to admit that it felt every bit as good as when his she did it to him, but having her breasts to fondle and nipples to suck as he was given such a beautiful blow job by Peter was absolutely awesome. He was near to cumming, who wouldn't be he thought as Peter sensing that stopped and took his mouth away. "It's your turn darling," she whispered. "You do want to don't you?" James was aching to suck Peter's cock, but felt it wise to be cool about it. "Sure, ok, if that's what you want babe," he said wiggling his body so that he was closer to Peter. He took the big dick in his hands and, although he had seen, touched and even sucked largish cocks at the sauna, Peter's was, without doubt, all round the largest he'd come into contact with. "Mmmm," he said licking it. "You like a big dick do you?" Peter asked James could do no more than make a gurgling yes as Peter's dick was deep in his mouth. "Big like your wife likes?" "Mmm," James managed. "Don't you Kelly?" Peter asked his hips finding a similar rhythm to James' mouth as he reached out and cupped her breast. Kelly was so turned on by what was happening: being the centre of attention, having two men 'servicing' her and watching her husband and the stranger have bi sex, that she started to cum. She squeezed her tits and rubbed her clit as she watched Peter sucking her husband. As Peter groped her breasts so she slid on top of her husband, straddled him with one knee on the settee and one foot on the floor, grabbed his cock and wiggled it inside her. And then, as Peter fucked her husband's face Kelly fucked his cock. They all seemed to cum at roughly the same time with Peter removing his dick and shooting his cum over James' stomach and her tits. * They lay entwined on the settee for some time as the traumas of their climaxes wore off. "Who'd like a drink?" James said breaking the silence. Despite just having been given a blow job by another man, surprisingly he didn't feel at all embarrassed or worried about what Kelly would think of him. After all, he was thinking as he walked naked and flaccid over to the drinks cabinet, she had sort of encouraged me. "Why not open some champagne darling," Kelly suggested. "Maybe we could take that to bed?" After they had all visited the bathroom and cleaned up they did just that. The men laying either side of Kelly, they talked quite a lot, but not surprisingly about sex or what had just happened. James put some smooth jazz on the sound system that was bluetoothed round the entire house and they chatted away just as if they were around a table at a dinner party and not a naked threesome in a bed. Obviously as they lay there sipping the champagne and occasionally filling the glasses they touched each other. At first they were just innocent touches, but as time went on so Peter's foot on Kelly's calf became a sexual gesture and Kelly's hand on her husband's stomach became a come on. Peter moved closer to the blonde so that the side of his arm brushed against the side of her boob. He lifted his leg and put it on top of hers. Kelly pulled on James' leg and lifted that on top of her other leg. James' leg touched Peter's. They both put their arms round Kelly and they both kissed her. Their hands and arms rubbed together. It didn't feel wrong or nasty. Skin was skin, touch was touch and sex was sex. It was just different genders, but that seemed to cease mattering. They kissed Kelly at the same time the sides of their faces touching as Peter's arm rested on James. Kelly stroked their cocks at the same time. They looked at each other, their eyes just inches apart. Peter was up for being kissed, but knew that was extraordinarily intimate and might be a bridge too far for James, just yet, so he made no overtures leaving it in James' court. James felt the urge to kiss Pater, but couldn't bring himself to do so in front of Kelly, so instead he kissed her thinking 'I can let him suck my cock, but I can't kiss his mouth in front of my wife. Odd' They were both hard again, but then it had been an hour and a half since they had all cum. They both fucked Kelly again. Not to ejaculation, but just gently. Peter went down on her as she sucked her husband and then the men changed places. As Kelly's mouth was filled so her breasts were being squeezed, her nipples pinched and her clit rubbed. Fingers went deep inside her without her even knowing whose; where her husband ended and Peter began lost meaning. She was being made love to by two cocks and mouths, four hands and twenty fingers and just who was doing what was irrelevant, both to her and as time went on to them as well. Kelly was lying on her back, Peter was laying on his left side his head on her thighs his tongue up her cunt. His body was stretched out to Kelly's left. James was also on Kelly's left. She saw him take hold of Peter's awesome cock. They looked at each other, she smiled and nodded as his head went down and he took the tip of the cock in his mouth. He sucked it, long and enjoyably, but didn't make him cum. "I want both of you," Kelly moaned. "How?" James asked. "Both in me," She whispered. "Do you think you can take both of us?" Peter asked. "We can try." They did. James from behind got the bulbous end of his cock up his wife and then Peter from the front, as they all laid on their sides, pushed his in her. It went a little way, but hit against James and he could go no further. They tried with Peter behind, but it was still no good, she just could not take the two cocks. "It's no good love," James said. "We're just too big for you" he went on laughing. "Shame, but there is another way." "Like this" she said kneeling across Peter's stomach and bending forward. His cock as big as it was slid up her quite easily. Her anus, which James had fucked several times was beckoning him. He reached into the bedside drawer and got some baby oil, which he rubbed round his cock and on Kelly's anal hole. It went in surprisingly easily and Kelly got her wish to be fucked by both of them at the same time. This time as they lay together in bed after cumming, they were much more relaxed and they did talk about sex, particularly male bi sex. "So," Kelly asked Peter. "Have you er, ever um?" "Been fucked?" He offered. "Yes," she smiled. "Yes several times." "And have you fucked other guys?" "Yes many times." "Which do you prefer?" "I prefer fucking to being fucked, but both are ok." Kelly was finding this discussion both interesting and arousing. James stayed silent. "I take it James," Peter asked. "You haven't?" "No, neither." "Would you like to?" A Perfect Match "I'm not sure." "What about you Kelly, what would you think of your husband doing either? Would you like to watch him?" Kelly thought for a moment or two and then said to Peter as her hand found her husband's hardening cock. "What are doing next Friday night Peter?" A Perfect Match Carissa looked down at her newly applied manicure. She spread her smooth, delicate hands wide and worked them with firm pressure down the length of her voluptuous curves. Her skirt lifted as she proceeded to run a finger up towards her slit. Soon her fingers were dancing in her pussy and she was bucking her orgasmic release. Satisfied, Carissa poured herself a cup of coffee, added some crème liqueur and sat down on a bright red sofa in her modest apartment. She glanced at her "To Do" list. Third on the list was National Nude Day. An idea started to form in her head. National Nude Day on July 14th was an opportunity for a new life. She knew her curves and beauty were a commodity, but how to best invest was the question. Carissa went over to her wardrobe and looked at the array of colourful clothes she had bought over the years. The styles, colours and patterns that were being developed these days could make a man melt in the presence of a hot woman, and that is exactly what she offered. While scouring the internet Carissa came upon a link to an exclusive auction to be held on National Nude Day. Details presented, stated that beautifully attired women would be hired and could submit their photo, in the costume they would wear, to the address below. The idea sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. She was twenty eight years old. She took good care of herself. Eating well, exercising and using her incredible figure to her advantage were areas she excelled at. Carissa circled her neck with her hand then plucked at her nipples. Her fingers twisted, flicked and played with her nipples roughly, yet again, sending her arousal levels through the roof. Her hands moved down her stomach until her right hand was cupping her pussy. Two fingers circled her clit expertly as she rode her hand to satisfaction. Carissa couldn't help herself. She could never help herself. She was insatiable. Sex was just too much fun and produced such wonderful feelings. Why should a person not live a life fulfilled? We know what we want, so let's enjoy, was her attitude. Being a seamstress had its advantages. Carissa decided on the bull's-eye approach. Hone in on what mattered. Her big round sweet tits and round tanned bottom would be beautifully exposed. Being in the auction could offer new opportunities in wealth. Sex was second nature for her. Carissa loved sucking cock. Why not suck rich cock went through her head. Her photo was received with an immediate reply, showing interest. Her costume consisted of light gold, bronze, and dark gold tassels arranged around her big beautiful tits, sexy ass and waxed pussy. She would be extremely fuckable in many different ways. When National Nude Day arrived Carissa stood on the long podium, waiting with anticipation, along with her fellow auction prizes. Each girl had an exquisite quality that made her desirable. A man in an expensive suit walked up and down the line of beauties, then stopped in front of her. Gage had a mean streak. He enjoyed women as his prey. He pulled and preyed on their emotions, treating them as pawns in his game. It's what thrilled him. It's what made him hard. When he saw Carissa he became instantly hard. She was amazing and would look so good tied up in his bedroom or looking up from his cock while he gagged her with it. He knew he wanted her and would pay any price to have her. Reynold perused the girls from a distance. When his eyes landed on Carissa he knew he had to have her. She was a rare beauty and deserved to be treated and spoiled and fucked like the princess she was. Her features were riveting but it was her eyes that fascinated him. Her eyes were full of wisdom, yet they were very Cleopatra like in a sultry, sexy way. A "fuck me attitude" was written on her face. It appeared in her mannerisms and in the way her sexy body moved. Reynold was pissed when he saw that his prize desire was being sought after by the cruel, sadistic millionaire that often frequented the same auctions as he did. Gage was standing in front of Carissa staring at her in an intimidating way. One of two things would likely happen. He might present the winning bid or perhaps share and rescue her as he had done with other women, previously. He made a mental note to tip off the auctioneer to give him the edge and expedite his winning bid fast. Secretly employed by the auction house, it was Reynolds's job to rescue the beautiful starlights who craved rich men and didn't think about the consequences of allowing themselves to be bought. The women on display at the auctions were typically young, sexy and full of confidence. Gage walked over to two twenty something sexy nymphs on the auction block. He smoothed his moustache, ran a hand through his hair and patted his stomach. It was big from too many indulgences. Gage liked his indulgences. The beauties stood before him as he and other participants perused them. Carissa stood out among the group. Gage walked over to her and ran his finger over her full lips. While she stood still he ran his fingers over her chin and down her elegant neckline. He then cupped one of her exposed full breasts and squeezed while trapping her nipples between two fingers. It grew between his finger tips. Gage noticed a shiver of excitement flow through her but she didn't flinch and stood her ground. That was a good sign. He liked them obedient and willing to submit. He held her gaze while his hand roamed from her tits to her fully exposed round ass. It was hard and tight from a healthy workout regime. He squeezed her ass cheek roughly and then took a broad hand and made a loud sound that made heads turn. Carissa held her ground and didn't react. The expression on her face remained motionless. Gage decided she would be perfect. He would enjoy controlling her. Carissa looked in admiration at the first girl up for auction. A barely there, pure white sheer linen draping material covered her tanned toned body. Her wrists and ankles were wrapped and tied with strings hanging. Her nipples were exposed as well as her midriff and long legs. The effect was very pleasing to the eye. Reynold thought for sure Gage would go for her, since she was his type, but it didn't happen. When the bidding started Gage watched as the girls went one by one to the excited suitors who were eager to pay for the beauty's charms. Then finally his prize was open for bidding. "Twenty thousand!" one of the regulars called out. "Thirty five!" said another. When the dollar amount rose past a half million only Reynold and Gage were left in the race. From having danced this dance so many times before the men had reached an agreement many years ago, that when the bidding got out of control, they would share. Share the cost and share the girl that is. Whoever made the S sign first would be entitled to go first. Reynold was relieved when Gage finally made the sign at five hundred and forty thousand. They would split the cost and split the girl. Reynold liked to go last to repair the damage that was done and set things straight so future auctions wouldn't be compromised. Gage only knew that Reynold liked to go last and wouldn't give up. The limo driver didn't alter his expression when Carissa arrived escorted by Gage. Her colourful and exotic cat woman costume with cut outs emphasizing her best features didn't faze him one bit. From the corner of his eye he could tell she was an exotic treat. When in the limo Gage kept the screen up so his chauffer could see everything. It was one of the perks of the job. "You've got beautiful long hair babe," Gage said twirling her hair in his hand. He kissed her and took her tongue into his mouth holding it there, and then releasing it. She ran her hand through his hair and returned his kiss with equal attraction. "Spread your legs cunt. I own you." Carissa felt excitement race through her. She was wet. Her pussy glistened. Leaning down Gage took one, then the other tit into his mouth. He pulled at her nipple with his teeth upwards. Then he jabbed two fingers roughly into her moist cunt and started aggressively fucking her with his fingers. After a couple of minutes he went for three fingers, stretching her and taking her like the strong Master he was. He watched her come in waves as her gorgeous body bucked to the rhythm of his fingers dancing in her pussy. When she opened her eyes she knew this man was for her and she would do anything he introduced into her world. The house he lived in was set on a hill behind a huge metal grate that he opened with a remote control. They drove along the circled driveway and stopped. He told the driver to dismiss the staff. "Make me a drink. It's over there, and come tell me about yourself!" Gage instructed when they settled into the living room. She mixed single malt with equal parts water and poured the mix into two glasses. "Lay down on the sex chair and spread your legs wide. I want to see my pussy, and don't talk, just do exactly what I tell you." Carissa couldn't help but be intrigued. He was handsome and rich and she wanted this. She was ready for this ride. He was behind her now putting a blind fold over her eyes. She sat in the sex chair and waited. After a while there was a knock on the door. The sound of the door opening and closing followed by numerous footsteps intrigued her. Carissa shivered when she felt six hands with exactor knives stripping away the fabric that covered her soft curves. It happened quickly and left her breathless. "Spread her legs wider," she heard from a distance as two hands moved her legs on either side of the chair and fastened them down to the floor so she couldn't move. "Pierce her nipples, her tongue, and her labia," she heard Gage say as she lay helplessly with her gorgeous long legs spread wide apart. Each of the three artists worked skillfully on the three body piercings. Carissa whimpered and endured the pain as her body was being prepared for the ravishing. When they were finished Gage said to one of the men, "Tug on her nipple rings!" Carissa called out. "Good, she'll be able to feel extreme sensations," he said looking at his prey with desire. "Leave now!" The door opened and closed. Carissa's eyes opened wide when Gage stripped. He was a big man, in every way. She became nervous when she thought of his huge cock pushing past her new jewellery to enter her. Gage moved over top of Carissa and dipped just an inch of his cock inside her playfully. "Do you want this bitch?" he asked. "Beg me for it!" When her efforts seemed weak he pulled on her labia and nipple rings, until she was begging him to fuck her in a wildly seductive voice at a loud volume. He fucked her, ramming his cock in her so deep she felt her pussy stretch. She was still chained to the floor, a thick blind fold covering her beautiful eyes, when she felt him leave her pussy and challenge her mouth. "Work that pearl baby!" he said. The pain from the piercings was overshadowed by the sexual energy Gage brought to the table. She'd never been in the company of such a strong man before and it thrilled her. Doing her best and ignoring the pain, she used her new tongue piercing along with her hands to stimulate and arouse his cock. Before too long she felt his jizz coat the pearl and slide down her throat. He held his hands around her neck as she swallowed every drop of his cum. As she tasted his sweet and salty mix she felt the shackles being lifted and the sensation of being turned over. "Stay there whore, I'm not done with you yet." A long time went by before he returned. Carissa stayed still and did as she was told. When he returned he was carrying a tray with objects on it. "I have a little fetish," he confessed. She felt her ass being lifted as he slid a pillow underneath her. Not satisfied with the height he slid another pillow under her, raising her ass high in the air. She saw him reach for a funnel and felt the sting as he inserted the end slowly into her untainted, tight, little ass. She felt the cool liquid enter her and pool deep inside her. Carissa closed her eyes for a moment and felt something inside her, probing her. It wasn't a dildo, or a cock and it was very big and solid. He was punching it inside her now creating many wild sensations. Then another object entered her pussy. This one was different. It was long and ribbed. Carissa responded to being double fucked with a loud screaming orgasm. "Good my Pet, you did so very well," he said while stroking her hair and cheek as he cooed his approval. He saw the zucchini and carrot as the carrot that was inside her pussy approached her mouth under his direction. "See how wet that carrot is? Eat your pussy from it. Do you taste the strawberry massage oil and your juices on that big thick carrot? Tell me how you taste!" "It tastes delicious Gage. I taste delicious. I can smell strawberries!" "Good girl," he said stroking her hair. He took the funnel out again and poured another liquid inside her. It smelled like chicken soup stock. He took a butt plug and inserted it, then fastened a leash on her. Gage commanded Carissa like she was his dog. Stay, sit, suck, dance and spread were the words he spoke that she responded to. "Now empty." Carissa went to the washroom, removed the butt plug and let the liquid inside her flow. Gage repeated the procedure many more times. Then he used a thicker liquid. Thick, gooey honey entered and filled her slowly. The doorbell rang reminding Gage of his commitment. Gage went down the stairs to answer the door. "Hey Reynold, I forgot about you. Sorry, I'm not finished yet. Say, I'll tell you what, I'll pay you out." "You didn't hurt her did you?" he asked. "Hell no!" She's too much fun." "Hey honey," he called out chuckling, "Reynold is here, tell him you're okay." "I'm okay Reynold," she called out. "Let me see her so I know she's okay!" he said insistently. "You just want to fuck her, and I can't say I blame you. You can have her cunt. I get her ass." Happy to be off of rescue patrol and suddenly in the middle of threesome, Reynold made his way upstairs to arrive at a very sexy sight. The beautiful nymph he saw earlier was lying on the sex chair with her ass high in the air with honey dripping from her hole. He slid underneath her and started kissing and fucking Carissa. He felt how tight it became when Gage started fucking her honey laded hole. The men took turns slamming in and out of her. Orgasms all around. Gage and Reynold became good friends. Carissa and Gage became inseparable. They both loved what each other had to offer.