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A Consenting Adult

byLankM6782©

**Author's Note: This story is a work of erotic fiction. All characters and plotlines in this story are the creation of LankM6782, and any similarities between them and real people or occurrences are strictly coincidental. This story may be linked to at the discretion of literotica.com, and nobody may copy, reproduce, or repost this work without the consent of literotica.com and LankM6782. This story contains elements of a sexual nature; so, if you are offended by such content, please press your browser's Back button before reading any further. All characters in this story are 18 or older.**

Part I: The Beginning

"I just can't do this anymore...I don't think it's gonna work."

I felt my heart hit the floor. How could she say that to me? After all, we had been dating for over a year.

"But...but why? I thought we got along fine! You never showed any indication that there were any problems," I stammered quickly. I was trying really hard not to lose my cool. Lindsay was perfect. She was smart, funny, witty, and goofy in all the right ways. She wasn't built like a model, but she had a beautiful face, and she was round in all the right places. She had wavy red hair that perfectly matched her pale, freckled skin and framed her bright green eyes. Nobody would put her in their "Top 5," but believe me; she turned every head when she wanted to.

"Have you not even been paying close enough attention to me to notice?" she quipped. "You seriously haven't noticed me being more assertive lately?" Her inflection on that word sent a cold chill through me, and I had no idea why. "All my life, I've been so meek. Quiet. But you have slowly and steadily irritated me to the point that I asserted myself. I got a little taste of power...and I loved it. And...I plan to exercise it...a lot. Someone like you just won't mesh with that."

"Wait, let me get this straight." I was almost choking out the words. "You just want to be more assertive, and somehow I get in the way of that? I don't understand. We can fix this, whatever's wrong."

"No, it's not that I want to be more assertive. It's that I want control. Complete control. And, yes, frankly you get in the way of that. You can't be anything but strong and domineering, and I don't need or want that anymore."

"I can change that!" I replied with haste. "You want the power, you got it! Just let's not jump into...or, eh, out of something so quickly."

"You really think you can handle the new me?" she prodded. "There are certain things I want; things that I need in order to be happy." She sauntered over to me like some kind of leopardess stalking her prey. "Look me in the eye and tell me that you agree I call the shots from now on. Tell me that you'll accept whatever makes me happy. If you can do that, I'll give you another shot."

"Whatever you want, baby," I conceded. "I just want you in my life, Lindsay. That's all I need."

"What a good little bitch," she said, smirking at me. She grabbed my face firmly with one hand and kissed me. She didn't kiss me like normal; she kissed me like she was some kind of animal in heat. Whatever this "new her" was, I was liking it so far. That, however, wouldn't last long.

--

When I returned home from work the next afternoon, I opened the door to a wonderful surprise. There was Lindsay, standing in front of my glass patio doors facing out of the living room, completely naked and in full view of anyone who might happen by.

"Oh hey honey!" chirped Lindsay. "I was hoping you'd be home soon. I let myself in to get ready. We're having company soon, and I wanted to tell you the rules before they get here."

"Company?" I asked. "Who's coming? And don't you think that you should put some clothes on first?"

"Quiet!!" she shrieked. I was taken aback; she certainly was taking this assertiveness thing to the fullest extent. I was shocked enough that I subconsciously sat down on the sofa. "Here's what is going to happen. You are going to sit there and shut the fuck up while I learn some new tricks. My two friends from work are coming by and we are going to have some fun. And you are not invited. Understand?" Her words were forceful and hateful.

"N-n-n-no," I stammered. SMACK! She backhanded me hard across the face, and then hopped on to my lap. She began grinding against me, leaning over to rub her perky tits in my face just like a stripper would.

"Do you ever want to see me riding on your dick like this again?" she murmured into my ear. "Because remember I am in control and if you don't do what I say, we'll be through. Now..." she trailed off momentarily. Suddenly, she shifted to place one leg between mine. "Do...you...understand?" With each word, she applied sharp and painful pressure to my groin. It wasn't enough to do any damage, but it sure was enough to make me moan and writhe in pain. She grabbed me by the hair on my head and jerked my eyes up towards hers and got right in my face. "DO YOU, FUCKER?" she screamed.

"Yes, yes!" I responded. Anything to avoid another ball busting!

"Good," she whispered gently. "Because I wasn't going to let you stay in the house while I was busy. But, since you understand, if you promise to be a good little bitch, then I'll let you sit here." There was that phrase again. Who did she think she was now?

"But I don't under—" SMACK! The moment she slapped me, she shoved me down onto the couch and forcefully mounted my face as if I had a saddle on it. She started thrusting her hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy up and down my face furiously.

"Stick your tongue out, you worthless fuck!" she commanded. I did as I was told, as she already had reached back with one hand to squeeze my balls. After three or four minutes of roughly being face-fucked, she came to a squealing orgasm. Panting, she got up, and simply walked out of the room.

I was stunned. I sat up, trying to take stock of the situation. What was happening to me, to us? She returned moments later, having gone to the bathroom to fix her hair. "Now, do you promise to be a good little bitch, or am I going to have to kick you out of your own house?" she reasoned.

"Y-yeah. Whatever makes you happy."

"Oh yay!" she squealed, clapping joyfully. "Like I said, then, sit down here and be quiet. Don't bother us, or you're done." Just then, there was a knock at the front door. To my surprise, Lindsay walked over to the door without attempting to cover up. She just opened the door. "Hi, boys! Glad you could make it." She held her hand up and struck a pose as if she were Vanna White. The two men entered, glaring at her like she was a piece of meat. Well, I suppose at the moment, she was. She walked them into plain view of me. The men didn't look like they worked at her office; they looked more like TV parody construction workers: a little dirty, buff, and trouble. They looked at me, confused, and I shared the sentiment. However, their confusion quickly turned to apathy as I watched my naked girlfriend rubbing their cocks through their jeans.

She began kissing one and rubbing the other, alternating every few seconds. Slowly, she began peeling their clothes off and soon they too were naked like my Lindsay. She grabbed their now erect cocks and began leading them up the stairs. I could have stepped on my jaw. Why was I so powerless to stop this?

Over the next few hours, I heard moans, screams, and the repeated sound of the headboard of the upstairs bed beating rapidly against the wall. I was beginning to doze off after trying to drown out the sounds for so long when the men came down the stairs to gather their clothes. I struggled to hide my erection that must have popped up from hearing the sex sounds right upon falling asleep.

"Thanks for letting us fuck your bitch, bro," the one said to me. I hung my head.

"Yeah, she's a real animal. Never seen a slut suck dick like that," said the other. They got dressed quickly and walked out.

Soon after, I saw Lindsay almost floating down the stairs. Her hair was everywhere. By the time she got to me, I could see a trail of their juices trickling down her thighs. Her nipples were puffy and swollen. There was a distinct glow of pure bliss in her eyes, too. She straddled me, rubbing a mesh of her juices and two strangers' cum on my now rock hard cock. She leaned in to kiss me; how could I refuse? As her lips touched mine, I instinctively parted mine to kiss her. She took the opportunity to slip a fresh load of one of the men's cum right into my mouth. I felt sick, and tried to pull away, but she grabbed the back of my head and pressed her mouth to mine hard. I didn't know what to do. So, I swallowed. She broke the kiss and smiled widely.

"Good little bitch," she cooed.

"One thing I don't understand, Linds," I said. "Why did you fuck those guys and not me?"

"Because I wanted to try something...bigger," she replied, her eyes widening. "Now, about this mess I have between my legs..."

TO BE CONTINUED...

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