Behind Closed Doors

"One where you do exactly as I say. The both of you.

Without question."

It was obvious Mike knew what Jenny had in mind.

"Two little puppets to perform as your Mistress instructs."

I knew what she intended. Perhaps not the detail, but enough. It wasn't an unpleasant thought. He did kinda look hot. Arousal did that. A body in the grip of sexual demand was always less judgemental. And it was part of the price to achieve my real dream here.

I looked back into Jenny's eyes. My acquiescence to whatever she wanted was on full display in my face.

"I have an outfit." She said excitedly with a manic smile.

"Wait till you see it. I think you'll be fine then."

She jumped up and disappeared upstairs.

I turned to Mike, my eyes looking him over, finding things to justify what I was expected to do. He was fit for a guy. And I knew him well enough to know he was kind and gentle. Those things were important qualities. But I'd still have to touch his cock. Perhaps...

"Don't you have an outfit as well?" I said forcing the other thoughts from my head.

I'd deal with it when I got there.

Now he gave me that same smirk.

"I don't think outfits are quite what Jen has in mind for us minions."

I started to feel a little nervous wondering if I'd bitten off more than I could chew. I looked at his groin, a bulge evident through his trousers that I couldn't help but think was coming my way.

Then Jenny was back.

"Fuck me."

Outfit wasn't exactly how I would have described it.

Jenny was a picture. One I thought I'd never see. She was wearing a black basque with a red panel at the front tied up with a crisscross of black strings. Leather boots, laced at the sides reached to just above the knee completing the look. There was nothing else. All I could see was her exposed tits sitting over the top. Two gorgeous mounds, slightly lifted, with ruby nipples that stood proudly to attention and seemed to beckon me.

My eyes dropped. Bare thighs and hips accentuated by her pulled-in waist. Such soft beautiful skin. Smooth with just the right amount of padding to make the idea of laying between them so attractive.

In the centre, the most amazing pussy I'd ever seen winked at me. A small pink line with the tiniest of perfectly even, darker coloured, lips lining it.

She stood in the doorway like a Queen. My mouth watered. So did my pussy.

"Now there's something wrong here. You both seemed to be dressed. Can you remedy that please?"

That was her work voice. The same one she used when someone wasn't doing their job properly.

I looked at Mike to find him removing his shirt. Not the slightest hint of embarrassment as I was greeted by the sight of his toned chest and a wispy covering of hair.

"Stella?" Jenny snapped playfully in what I now viewed as her dungeon mistress voice.

"You want me to undress?"

I was still hesitant.

"I think I was clear when I said, without question."

Mike was removing his trousers. Sculptured legs and more hair. I looked back at Jenny's big eyes and those tits. My reticence melted away.

It felt strange stripping in front of my two friends. Exciting, erotic and slightly naughty.

I blushed as I straightened up giving them a clear view of me. I saw them looking me over. At my tits, pink nipples springing to attention. Then lower down to a pussy that was starting to burn between trembling thighs. Their eyes felt like fingers brushing over my skin and tiny goosebumps prickled up at the tightening of muscles, my nudity triggering the flight or fight syndrome.

I looked over at Mike to see my first cock since that boy had put his in my hand by the railway. I couldn't help but stare. I had little to compare it to but it looked big. Fat and slightly curved upward with a mushroom-shaped head that shone in the light. And beneath it hung his balls in that ugly wrinkled bag men have. They were something I'd never seen before in real life and curiosity momentarily held my attention.

And then there was the hair. A small forest around the base of his meat and a light covering that reached down to his feet and up into his chest and arms. So used to the smoothness of a girl I couldn't decide if it was something to be disgusted or intrigued by. Certainly, it would feel different to run my hand up his leg or to put my mouth... I decided not to think about that right now.

"That's better.

Now follow me."

She held her hand out and I took it nervously, letting her fingers gently entwine with mine as she led me upstairs with Mike following. My eyes never left her arse. Rounded, like a cherry, emphasised all the more by the basque squeezing her waist. Dead centre a neat crack with a darker coloured little hole that reminded me of a small tight belly button. All I could think was that Mike had penetrated that tight-looking barrier with the gigantic tool bobbing in front of him.

I'd never seen their bedroom before. I think at this point I was expecting a French boudoir or a dungeon dominated by reds and blacks. It was neither. Instead a contemporary room that wouldn't have looked out of place in a magazine selling furniture. White laminate wood flooring and a low grey leather bed. It curved like a sleigh with rolled tops to the head and footboards.

My arse cheeks clamped at the thought I might find myself bent over there shortly. It looked perfectly shaped for the purpose and I wondered how many times Jenny had been taken over it. I hoped I would have that opportunity.

The opposite wall was lined with more grey. Floor-to-ceiling wardrobes. Smokey oak wood with lights that shone down the doors from their recesses in the solid frame.

Jenny turned and stood majestically at the foot of the bed. Still the ringmaster in a game of sexual dare.

"This is your prize." She fingered her pussy, rubbing softly over delicate flesh that moved serenely under her touch. I watched her meat deflecting as it was pressed and stroked. I saw the first hints of wetness seeping out.

"I know you want it."

Fuck did I.

"But first you have to earn it by completing some simple tasks."

Again my eyes flicked to Mike. I knew what was coming. Not something I'd ever expected to do in my life but Jenny was right. I wanted my prize and resigned myself to doing as she said.

"Let's have a warm-up.

Now, why don't you get to your knees."

Commanding but soft all at once. Like a loving monarch instructing her subjects.

I did as she asked. Then came a shock.

"Hands behind your back."

I did it innocently enough. Only for Mike to clamp cuffs around my wrists. Supple leather cuffs linked by a short chain.

"What the fuck?"

Jenny stepped forward quickly, bending to give my arse cheek a firm slap. My eyes went wide as her tits swayed just in front of my face. Then the sting of my punishment reached my brain along with the surge of desire emanating from my bean.

"Ow."

"Complete obedience." She commanded.

Then more softly close to my ear, just to remind me it was a game.

"Keep your eye on the real prize."

I braced myself. It was obvious what was coming.

"Slave. Take up position and wait to be serviced.

The husband of my best friend stood in front of me, relegated to the role of prop for my initiation. Naked with his twitching cock just inches from my face. To be honest I was fascinated. An ugly protuberance of gristle and skin that seemed to move with a life of its own. That in itself was creepy.

I could smell it. To my nostrils a strong musk that lingered. It wasn't unpleasant. Just failing at the excitement-inducing purpose nature had designed it to elicit.

"Stella?"

I glanced at Jenny. Her face showed all her eagerness to watch me do something I'd never done or had any desire to do. My eyes dropped to her pussy. It seemed even more alluring and my arousal grew. I could see tiny droplets of her juice coating her tender flaps. I wanted to taste it. But first I had to taste cock.

Fuck it.

I opened my mouth and accepted Mike's cock onto my tongue. God, it seemed weird. Like having a warm peeled banana inserted. Only this one wouldn't break off. I tasted almost nothing at first, just the mute flavour of skin. Then came the saltiness of his leaking fluids. Sharp.

I did what was expected and bobbed my head, running my lips over its surface. Without thinking I swirled my tongue around it and looked up sharply at his first moans of pleasure.

Jenny moved closer, studying my technique.

"Tell me what it feels like." She whispered to her husband as she watched me.

"Wonderful." Mike answered.

"Like a warm purse wrapped around my cock."

"Is she working you good?"

"Yeah."

I felt a thrill at his words that made my skin prickle with excitement. That I was doing it right and bringing pleasure to another person was quite the morale booster. Even if a man wouldn't be my first choice. In truth, my mind remained firmly on what Jenny described as my prize.

Behind my back, I wriggled my hands with an instinct to reach forward and touch him. The straps held me firm. The softness of the leather betrayed how well worn they were and in a flush of excitement I realised Jenny had made a lot of use of those cuffs in ways I could only imagine. Those thoughts gave new emphasis to my actions.

My jaw began to ache a little but there was pleasantness to it. Something exciting and empowering to have a sensitive organ in my mouth. There was of course what would happen at the end. That I expected to find a lot harder to deal with. I loved girl gunk. Kitten juice. It was sweet. Man juice from what I'd seen in videos looked very different. Semen was sort of thick and slimy. And I expected it would be repugnant to my taste. What if I felt sick? The idea of swallowing really was a no-no, but where to spit?

Jenny saved me from finding out.

"Okay. That's enough."

Like a dutiful servant girl, I stopped on command and Mike stepped away, his cock glistening with my spittle. I'm sure it was even bigger.

"I think you've earned your reward." She said warmly.

Jenny stepped into his place and my stomach jumped at the vision before me. I breathed in the sweet scent of her sex and my mouth hung open, watering.

"Is this what you want?"

"Oh god yes."

Silky smooth thighs parted as she spread her feet and her groin came within reach. I ran my tongue up the length of her slit, quivering with excitement. Fuck she tasted good. Behind me, my hands gave another half-hearted struggle in the cuffs. I wanted to reach out and touch her. To stroke those thighs and feel the warmth of her body.

"'Mmmm."

Jenny shuddered and I reminded myself this was as much a first for her as it had been for me to suck Mike's cock.

I followed her line again, pressing harder, parting the soft flesh enough to find her juice, savouring it as it hit my taste buds.

"Mmmm." Jenny twitched.

"Christ that feels so good."

I twisted my head slightly to feel her leg on my cheek, just to touch that lovely soft flesh. I pushed my tongue into her.

"Uhhh."

I took my time to explore the folds of her flesh, making her groan with this new experience. Then I turned my attention to hunting out her hot little nub. I found it. A hard button hidden away in what felt like warm slices of thin ham. I tickled it with fast flicks delighting as she shuddered and shook.

"Oh my god." She breathed.

I'd hit her spot perfectly.

I couldn't see what Mike was doing behind her but when he pressed up close, reaching round to take hold of her tits, she leaned over me slightly. Her hands went to my shoulders for support. Almost immediately I found his cock fighting me for her pussy.

"Uhhh."

It slipped in on the same silky film that covered my face, brushing over my lips and tongue on its journey. When he started fucking her I had only to hold my mouth to her pussy to feel them both moving while my tongue rubbed over her bean.

"Oh my fucking god." She cried out.

"Yes. Yes."

My pussy gushed, a pressure building in my groin until it ached, demanding it next receive brutal treatment.

I pushed my face hard into her, almost unable to breathe in my determination to have my mouth over pussy, to taste, smell and feel the very point of her being fucked. Soft gentle flesh being deformed and stretched by the hard cock shafting her. This was beyond imagination.

Jenny came on my face.

"Uhhh.

Fuck."

A shaking spasm followed by a gush of wetness leaking past the impaling cock onto my lips. My tongue was on the underside of Mike's cock as he fired his load. I felt it pulsate as he filled her.

Then they were gone from me.

"Fuck that was intense." Jenny gasped almost stumbling in her weakness.

Her heavy tits were heaving with hurried breaths and I felt another wave of desperate need wash over me.

"How are you feeling Stella?"

I was squirming, pressing my thighs together to ease the burning fire in my groin. My juices were leaking, my twisting and wriggling spreading the wetness over the insides of my thighs.

"I need to cum." It was honest. And I was ready to beg if I had to.

"I think it's time.

Slave. Put her into position."

Mike took hold of my arm and pulled me upright, marching me to the bed. Now I was truly beginning to feel like a piece of meat to be toyed with. I was willing. The excitement was becoming palpable.

He was rough as I was pushed to my knees against the footboard and a hand between my shoulders forced me down until my face was flat on the bed.

"Uh."

Jenny slapped my arse. Bare handed. Hard.

"Fuck."

It stung.

Again she slapped me. On the opposing cheek.

"Uh."

Then a gentle soothing rub. Another came, sharp. Then another.

"Fuck."

Through the pain, my arousal grew. The next jolted me. Dead centre so that it landed squarely on my pussy.

"God." I screamed that I feared the neighbours would hear.

My hands struggled pointlessly in the cuffs and my brain turned to mush.

Jenny knelt behind me. I couldn't see her but I knew her eyes were studying my pussy as though it was a piece of artwork. My head just swooned as she hovered so close to my wet sex that I could feel every breath.

"Uhhh."

Tiny feather-like kisses around my slit. A torture of absolute delight. When her tongue drew up my length I lost my mind.

"Uh. Fuck."

"Mmm. You're right. Pussy does taste good." She whispered after her first ever lick of another girl's exquisite sauce. My juices. I'd fantasised so often about this moment and it didn't disappoint.

"Please. Make me cum." I muttered.

"I want to cum."

"I know you do. But not yet."

She returned her flexible muscle to my hot flesh, just carefully playing with me, lapping away the flood of nectar that oozed under her touch.

"Aw. Fuck."

"This is good. It's not cock but it's good." Jenny whispered.

"I think I've been missing out."

Again and again, her tongue drew up my slit, all the way to my arse, pressing at that tight little hole. Reminding me it may not be safe from invasion.

"Uhhh. Fuck.

Please let me cum."

"I'll let my slave take you there."

She stood away and I lay waiting as Mike positioned himself behind me. I didn't care right now whether it was Jenny or him. I just so needed to cum.

I was fascinated. Curious, not repulsed. A cock pressing at my pussy was something I hadn't pictured in my mind since early puberty before I'd worked out what I wanted. Always my were fantasies dominated by girly fingers, soft lips and the somewhat awkward art of scissoring so that wet pussies rubbed frantically against one another.

Jenny sat balanced on the edge of the bed next to me, her hand reaching down to caress my nearest tit where it hung freely beneath my bent-over frame.

"This is a moment in your personal history." She said.

"The first time you'll be truly fucked."

"Uhhh."

My eyes widened as I felt myself stretching around him. His cock easily slid through my parting flesh, lubricated by so much sweet-smelling juice. Other than the warmth at first, it felt little different to a banana or small cucumber. Both had been up there before in moments of desperation.

"Fuck."

Despite my admittedly limited love life, for just a moment I was a virgin again. An innocent flower being violated for the first time. I gasped as he reached his full length and I found myself filled and his hips pressed to my cheeks.

"Oh my god."

An exclamation more of surprise than arousal. This wasn't something I had some primal need of. But it did feel good.

"Fuck her." Jenny instructed her husband.

"Fuck our little sex toy good and proper."

Mike began rocking his hips and for a moment I just studied the sensation of him sliding in and out of me with the inquisitive interest of an observer.

"Uhh."

Then my body took over, responding to being stimulated rather than following the direction of a mind unimpressed by male anatomy.

"Fuck."

He was moving faster. Agitating the ring of nerves around the neck of my tunnel. His cock riding in and out of me with firmer and firmer thrusts. A hard hot shaft that impaled me.

"Harder. Make her scream. Destroy that pussy."

I stared ahead. Now just a slab of meat for their pleasure. My mind detached from my body except for the sheer sense of enjoyment trampling through me.

"Uh. Uh. Uh."

Mike fucked me. Pummelled me. I was bounced and crushed again the footboard. Jenny's hand tugged my nipple until it hurt. I gasped air as though suffocating.

"Oh my god yes.

Uhh."

Nothing I'd experienced before matched this moment. No amount of fingering, or rubbing myself approached this level of psychological and physiological stimulation.

"Uhh. Uhh. Uhh."

My orgasm blew my mind. I felt every contraction in my pussy and arse.

"Uhhh fuck. Fuuck." I cried out, delirious with pleasure.

Then warm cum invaded me, spreading around his cock and further easing his continuing ride in and out of me.

"Fuck." My voice now reduced to a feeble tremble.

Then after one last thrust, Mike stepped back and Jenny was at me again.

"Oh fuck."

Her mouth was on my still twitching pussy, lapping at the leaking mixture of cum. Mine and Mike's gooey viscous fluids were being sucked into her mouth as though the most glorious tasting cocktail ever.

I came again.

"Ahhhh fucking hell."

This time my body was spasming, almost wanting to escape the torture. My restrained hands stretched back to push her away. I couldn't reach and she continued to inflict her delightful but maddening torment.

"Uhh."

Finally, she did stop. Just continuing to caress my arse cheeks with her hands.

I only lay there. Too exhausted to move.

"How was that?" Jenny asked.

"Fucking wonderful."

"As good as you hoped?"

"Better."

It had been. The most intense orgasm I'd ever had.

"And you've only just got here."

Mike's hands pulled me back onto my knees and released my hands. I rubbed my wrists to get the blood flowing again.

"Fuck me. That was good."

"Even Mike's contribution?"

I looked up at him, stood silently watching me. I couldn't deny it. It had been pleasurable.

"Yeah.

Even with a man." I replied giving him a warm smile.

My eyes dropped to his cock. Now hanging limply. I suppose it did have a certain charm.

"I aim to please."

He was the first and I expected the only man who would ever get to put his cock inside me.

"I'm glad it was you." I said softly. Meaning it.

"Let's go get a drink."

Jenny said jumping up.

We went downstairs again. My instinct was to find my clothes but as no one else did I fought the urge, even feeling a tingling thrill from my nudity. This time we went through to the kitchen. Jenny hesitated in the doorway.

"Oh shit. The blinds are open to the front."

She made a dash for the pull string to block the outside view and more importantly anyones view in. She turned back and giggled.