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My quiet, studious looking neighbor built custom, high-end BDSM furniture.
“And I had plans for you. This,” his gaze swept over my nude form, “is way ahead of my schedule.”
First encounter
Glass window at club
First night with the stranger
but . . . hearing a dominant beg rather than a submissive? That would be quite the power trip, and he considered it carefully. Would he ever get another opportunity like this?
“Please.” His voice was unsure. “Please do it. I want to see you fuck her and make her come.”
“I want to see your cock slide inside her tight, little pussy. I want to find out if her moans are the same as when I’m the one fucking her.”
“Make her come . . . and you can only use your mouth to do it.”
“This is what you want?” he asked. “Me to clean up after him?” I didn’t know if this was a turn-on for the men, but for me? Fucking yes. Not just because I’d get an orgasm, but the idea of it . . . It was so dirty and hot, I couldn’t catch my breath. So, I swallowed thickly, gave him a shy smile, and bobbed my head.
He stared at me bound to the table he’d built, and watched as another man feasted on the pussy he’d just fucked.
“Do you like how I’m licking the taste of you from her pussy?”
Clay wasn’t the one in control of the scene anymore, and Travis didn’t just know it—he relished it. “I could eat this pussy all night.”
Two weeks ago, he’d just been a guy trying to make it in the Music City, but last week he’d won an online competition, and now the whole town was buzzing about the pool boy who could be the next big thing.
Travis: Party bus? Me: It’s my friend’s 21st birthday. Her boyfriend rented a bus so we can go bar hopping. So...everyone will be kinda young. Clay: OMG. It’s not too late to back out, Travis.
The week after my date with Travis, private DMs from a married, conservative politician leaked online, and his atrocious and graphic texts to his mistress gave us a lot to talk about. I’d started it off by jokingly asking why I didn’t get horny texts riddled with typos from either of my men. Me: It’s like you don’t even care about me.
His voice deepened and filled with sex. “Think about how good you’ll look in these and nothing else.”
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