SLIPPING INTO DEPRAVITY - Chapter 33, Cucking Ends, or Does it?

THE SECOND CUCKOLDING, PART 5 OF 5

KAYLEY POV

Sam would have done it way better, I thought. But this was good, this was still really good. I realized that Sam’s semen was dripping down my face, but I couldn’t find the impulse to care.

Leroy kissed my shoulder blade, licking away the film of sweat.

“I own you now,” he whispered.

Again? Geez.

“Yeah,” I agreed, too exhausted to roll my eyes. Honestly, I was annoyed by the way he never let up, but so exhausted I didn’t have the energy to do anything but go with it.

After a moment, with a deep grunt, he pulled himself off me.

“Sam,” he said, “get this.”

I felt him pulling my ass cheeks apart.

“See that?” He said. “That’s a fucking gape. That’s an asshole that’s taken a good hard fucking.”

I just laid there, sweat dripping off me, panting, boneless, limp, listening to him, feeling him handle my body like a slab of meat. I didn’t even have the energy to resent him being an asshole. I just laid there. He slapped my ass, I grunted and shook, but made no other response.

I was allowed to rest, panting, not even listening as Leroy spoke to Sam. Finally, he made his way around the bed. At first, I thought he was going to unbind my wrists. But instead, he grabbed my hair at the top of my head, pulling. Raising my head voluntarily, I sensed what was coming.

Obediently, instinctively, my mouth opened and Leroy shoved his cock, wiped hopefully, but still fresh from my ass, in.

“Clean it,” he ordered unnecessarily. Exhausted from the fucking and orgasms, my will shattered, I did as I was told, sealing my lips around his limp cock and swirling my tongue around.

“That’s how you do it,” he was telling Sam cheerfully.

As I laid there, limp and panting, I was struck by the dichotomy between how I’d totally dominated Sam, I mean, I’d fucking crushed him, on the one side. And on the other, how completely I’d been ruled and wrecked by Leroy’s ass fucking. I almost winced as I remembered my sarcastic attitude as I’d gone along, even as he’d utterly broken me down and pounded me into exhausted submission.

Leroy slapped my ass. I didn’t even bother to respond, I just felt my body jiggle with the force, the hard sting, and the burst of warmth and pins and needles. He was going to leave a red handprint on my butt.

“Okay,” he said. “You look after her. It’s late now, I’m going to grab a shower, and after, I’ll just fuck off. You guys going to be all right?”

But he didn’t wait for an answer. I sensed, rather than heard or saw, him leave the room. A moment later, the shower turned on. Then Sam’s hand was on my back, stroking me.

“You all right, babe?” he asked.

“Fine,” I purred. “Just fine.”

&&&

It was an hour later. I’d sorted myself out, showered. We’d put on clothes and had a drink together.

“Listen,” Leroy said sincerely, “all that stuff, about my owning her, taking her away from Sam. All the bullshit about being pathetic, control power. All that stuff is in the session. But it ends there. Session ends, it’s over. None of it carries over, understand?”

“Got it,” Sam said. I yawned, I was so tired.

“It can be really intense,” Leroy said, “but you have to remember, none of it’s real.”

“Except the sex.” I said.

“Okay, that’s real,” he admitted. “But none of the rest. It’s not who you are. It’s a role play. What goes on in the session stays in the session.”

“Yeah,” I said. “We know.”

He nodded.

“I’m just making sure. Sometimes there are ... feelings. They’re powerful, it’s an illusion, but illusions can mess with you. If there are feelings, you come to me, okay. We’ll all talk it out.”

“Yeah,” Sam said, he was obviously exhausted.

“Promise?” Leroy demanded.

“Promise,” Sam sighed.

“Promise,” I said.

“Great,” Leroy replied. “Now let’s hug it out, you crazy kids, and then I’ll hit the road.”

We hugged. Finally, Leroy left. I looked at the time. Christ, we were going to have to get up in a few hours to get ready to go to our offices. We were both going to be so fucking wrecked and exhausted tomorrow at work.

The door closed, we looked at each other and waited, it felt like we were counting down.

After fifteen seconds, I took a giant breath and exhaled.

“Jesus!” I swore. “Thank the holy fuck he’s gone. It was a wild scene, but I think I would have gone out of my fucking mind if he stayed over. No more overnights. Fuck.”

I could feel the tension boiling away, stress and angst, that bizarre roller coaster sort of excitement physically leaving my body. I dumped myself n the couch and held out my arms to Sam.

“Come here, baby,” I said. “I need you.”

He stretched out on the couch, his head in my lap.

“Yeah,” Sam sighed. “I’m glad he’s gone. That role play, it’s incredibly intense, but it’s exhausting. It was too fucking long. I like Leroy,” he said. “I like him a lot. But sometimes it feels like he sucks the energy right out of you.”

I nodded. I’d noticed that too.

“You’re not too traumatized are you? No permanent damage?”

He laughed.

“I don’t think so. Honestly, it feels like I’ve been hit by a car. I was just walking along and WHAM! What the hell was that?”

He paused.

“I think I’m okay though. We did agree that I could just say uncle. I don’t think I ever reached that point where I needed to say it. Just... the next time I tell you to do your worst, slap me silly.”

I stroked his hair. He seemed fine, just regular Sam. I wasn’t entirely sure. I decided to watch him, just in case. No damage, I hoped, and no damage that couldn’t be healed.

“I’m so sorry,” I said,”about the leg-humping thing. I don’t know what came over me.”

I was too ashamed even to mention the other thing. I hoped he wouldn’t bring it up.

He looked up.

“You know what? It was so bizarre, I couldn’t even feel humiliated. It was practically an out of body experience. I felt like I was in a Fellini or a Warhol film. It was like Salo, where suddenly, you’re in something so fucked up and weird, that you can’t have any normal reaction. You’re just there, doing it, going ‘okay, so this is happening.’”

“You sure,” I asked. “I didn’t psychologically warp you?”

He thought about it.

“I guess you’ll know for sure when you start finding cum stains all over the furniture.”

I snorted involuntarily, and then coughed. I couldn’t help it, I laughed right out loud.

“I think maybe you missed your calling,” he said. “You’d make a world class dominatrix!”

I smiled.

“You think so?” I asked. I stroked his hair. “I don’t know. Maybe I could only ever do it with you.”

“That’s... both reassuring and terrifying,” he said.

He paused thoughtfully.

“I felt it, you know,” he said. “Every now and then, no matter what you were saying or how mean you got, every now and then, I could feel you caring. It was like dark clouds, so dark and scary, and then once in a while, the clouds would part and for a second it would be warm, I’d feel you shining through, checking on me, making sure I was okay, caring, loving.”

I nodded.

“That gave me the strength to keep on going.”

He shivered.

“But sometimes, a lot of the time, you were fucking terrifying. I think you even scared Leroy.”

I laughed at that.

“But you sure as hell scared the fuck out of me.”

I laid on him and wondered about that. My ‘caring’ had been a lifeline. I was glad of that. But maybe I shouldn’t have. Had I contaminated the experience? Should I have been harsher, been more careful about showing care?

Or would that have been too much trauma? Would that have broken or scarred him irreparably, or liberated hm through catharsis? There was no instruction manual for this kind of journey.

For that matter, was he traumatized now? He seemed okay. He’d bounced back incredibly well. Of course, it was just a role play, we all knew it wasn’t real. But...

I decided to keep a close eye on him, just in case.

Something I couldn’t tell him was how real the darkness had been. How cruelty, sheer viciousness, had called to me. How I’d constantly been on the edge of running out of control. On the edge? I’d run wild, and loved it. It’s sobering to discover that part of yourself.

In the meantime, time to change the subject, lighten the mood.

“He told me to pee on you,” I said. “I wouldn’t.”

He nodded.

“I’d never do that to you,” I assured him. “I mean, you could pee on me if you wanted. I’d let you, but...”

I stopped. What had I just said? Wow, that had come out completely garbled. I hoped he didn’t get some weird idea from that, that I was some kind of pee freak. That wasn’t what I was saying at all!

I turned, shifting position again, taking my weight away from him.

Let’s just tip toe away, so he doesn’t get the wrong idea. Maybe he hadn’t noticed. Totally not into that stuff. I was blushing hot.

“What’s with the whole ‘anal virgin’ thing?” Sam asked suddenly.

Relieved, I chewed my lip.

I’d meant to bring it up with Sam, at least to get him on board. But the whole thing at Leroy’s apartment had thrown me. I didn’t like keeping secrets from him, and somehow, once I’d committed to the secret, I couldn’t see how to raise it.

Sam could have simply blurted out ‘I fuck her ass constantly.’ And that would have shattered the fantasy.

Nah, I would have stuck my tongue down his throat. In the end, we’d been able to read each other well enough to navigate it.

“I don’t know, really,” I said honestly, giving it a thoughtful examination. “He just got the idea in his head somewhere along the way and got really excited about it. He fixated. I could tell he was fixating. I went along because it seemed so important to him.”

He nodded.

“He really was into it. You should have seen his face. He was like a kid at Christmas. You just know, he was gong to run home and put it in his scrapbook. Or maybe ask his mom to sew an extra badge onto his boy scout uniform - ‘Anal Plunder.”

“I don’t think that boy scouts have an Anal Plunder badge,” I said.

“Honey!” he said. “It’s the boy scouts! Of course they have an Anal Plunder badge.”

I smacked my forehead. “You’re right, what was I thinking. Do they have a fisting badge too?”

“Girl guides.”

“That makes so much sense!”

He paused.

“I could see he was really into it,” he said, “and you were going along. So I figured I’d just keep my mouth shut and ask later.”

“I didn’t ham it up too much?” I asked.

“No,” he said. “You were very convincing. You had me going there for a bit. I was really worrying for you. I thought I might have to stop it.”

“What gave me away?”

He shrugged.

“I’m not sure,” he said. “I mean, you and I do it all the time. I just started to pick up that you were... not exactly faking, but acting, performing. It was role play, and you were okay.”

I smiled down at him. We were so in synch, the two of us.

“How was he?” he asked.

“Okay,” I mused. It wasn’t like I had a sample size to compare with. I’d done anal with only two men - Sam on a wonderfully regular basis, pun intended, and Leroy twice. “Not nearly as good as you. Hurts a little. I’m tender. My clit too.”

Definitely not as good as Sam. Sam seemed to instinctively do everything perfectly, his body knew just what to do with my body. He slid inside me without a shiver of pain, it was all welcome and joyful and filling. Sam was always welcome up my Chimney, all year round, not just Christmas.

“I guess because I’m smaller,” he said thoughtfully.

I snorted and rolled my eyes, as running jokes went, this one was already tiresome. I just wished they’d let it go, it’s stopped being funny guys. True, I’d indulged it for the cuckolding session. But we weren’t in the session now, and I don’t know why he had to keep at it.

“Oh yeah,” I said sarcastically, laying it on with a trowel, “that must be it. Because he’s soooooo much bigger. Obviously.”

I almost rolled my eyes.

“Think we should tell him the truth?” Sam asked.

“Oh god no!” I said. “Did you see how happy he was? He was like a kid at Christmas! I don’t want to ruin it for him. And he’d think we were just... toying with him. I think it’s better to let him believe. Let him think he has something unique.”

I nodded.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “It might help him bond. Lose some of that competitive bullshit, if he thinks he’s got a special trophy.”

“God,” I reflected. “We talk about him sometimes like he’s a kid. Our kid. I don’t know whether we want to fuck him, or adopt him.”

“He comes across as immature, sometime.” He nodded. “Sometimes it’s sweet, sometimes it’s annoying. On the one hand, he’s so ... accomplished. And then...”

“Yeah.”

We contemplated the mystery that was Leroy for a moment.

“Hey,” he said. “Did you really think of sex every man we flirted with?”

I burst out laughing.

“Oh my god no!” I said. “That was just for role play.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” Sam said defensively. “I never snuck off to the bathroom to masturbate... except that one time at Holden’s.”

Sam was insecure! It made me want to laugh. I scooched back over on the couch, so I could lay flat on it, side by side facing him, our bodies pressing, looking into each other’s eyes.

“It was just fun flirting with them,” I said, “and it was only fun because you were there.”

“Ever think about fucking any of them,” he asked, he couldn’t let it go.

“No!” I laughed.

I paused.

“Well... Some of them. Especially as we went on,” I admitted. “Mostly no, but once in a while.”

“Like who?”

Fuck, I was on the spot. I tried to think.

“That salesman from Ohio, at the Fairmount lounge.”

“I remember him. Why him?”

“I don’t know. He was just so sad.”

“A pity fuck?”

“Eugh!” I said, appalled, “that’s a heartless way to put it. No. He was just so quiet and sad and lonely. You know. Reflective and thoughtful, my heart just went out to him. And I thought, ‘I would like to take you to bed, so that for a little while, you wouldn’t be so lonely and broken, and maybe after, you could ... I don’t know. Start living again.’”

“I would have said yes,” Sam said. “If you’d come and asked me.”

I kissed him.

“I know you would have, Sweetie,” I told him. “That’s why I didn’t.”

“Anyone else?”

“That guy with the stopover, you know the one - the computer nerd, Edgar. Overweight. Sweaty. Gross.”

“Lester?”

“Lester!” I said. “That’s his name.”

It was Sam’s turn to make a face.

“Why him?” he asked. “Are you turned on by gross, fat, sweaty, hairy guys?”

I laughed, just slightly nervously, but not enough to be noticed.

“No,” I said quickly. “He was just weirdly sexual. Hung, you could kind of tell, gynormous I bet. But there was just something about him. I think he was autistic or asberger’s or something. Hyper-focused, even when he was pretending not to be. He had this selfish sexual intensity... It’s hard to explain.”

“I guess,” Sam said. “Although I don’t see it at all.”

I stuck my tongue out.

“He’s definitely not your type. I think he was the first one I really thought about it. I just had this feeling, that he really wanted to fuck me. And not panting, horny-dog desire.”

Sam blushed.

Oops, I thought, I’d have to watch myself around that. Edgar... Lester had definitely given me the tingles. I hated to admit it, but there were certain kinds of men that my body seemed to yearn for. It was a little embarrassing.

“But this kind of laser focused quality. Like he absolutely didn’t care how I felt or what I thought, but if he had even the slightest chance, he’d go for it, one hundred per cent, relentless. If there was any opportunity, he would have fucked me. And I sensed that.”

“And...”

“That’s when I wondered what it would have been like. He was too creepy though. Soooo seriously creepy. I got bad vibes along with the sexy ones. The wrong kind of bad vibes.”

“Okay,” he said. “Who else? Mr. Astronaut?”

“Mmm...” I said pretending to consider it. “Not really. Maybe, for about two seconds. No, not even one second. He looked good, but everything was too plastic. He was like a GI Joe. You didn’t want to take him out of the box. And if you did, and took his pants down, there’d be nothing there.”

I thought a moment.

“There was Tom, the Dwarf,” I said. “Actually, definitely!”

“Kinky!”

“Shut up!” I laughed. “The swimmer,” I said. “That guy in for the comedy festival. He actually invited me up to his room. I wasn’t really tempted, but I liked the invitation. Definite maybe. And that traveler - the one who lived in a yurt. No wait, definitely not him.”

I shrugged. “Not that many. And only a few, really, where I thought about it even half seriously. Like not so much, I should or even could. But thinking, what would it be like? Mostly not even interest, just... vague curiosity?”

“These are mostly later,” Sam said. “None of the early ones?”

“None.” I shrugged. “I guess I started to as we went on, more and more, later and later.”

“So Leroy was just right time, right place, you were ready to go for it?”

“Hmm,” I said thoughtfully. “Well, he was one of the most aggressive for sure, and the sleaziest. Maybe. I think part of it was the ‘right here/right now vibe.’ He wasn’t even inviting me up to a room, he was going to go for it right there in the bar.”

I gave a rueful smile. “Even then, I probably wouldn’t have. At best, I was straddling the fence. You were the one that kicked me off.”

“Regrets?”

“Nope, not as long as I’m with you,” I smiled and played with his hair.

“Would you do any of them now?” Sam asked.

I thought. “Lester. There’s just a creepy magnetism to him. I don’t know.” I almost said the salesman, but buried that. “Stand up comedy guy.... nah. The swimmer... no. Tom, the Dwarf. Maybe, maybe not. There’s a huge difference between thinking about it and actually doing it. I could do it, doesn’t mean I would. But... Maybe.”

I thought a little more.

“Scratch Lester, too creepy.”

I thought some more.

“The only one that would be a closest to definite yes would be the Dwarf. Before Leroy, he was the one I almost said yes too. He got me to feel his cock in his pants. I was so embarrassed, but it was exciting.”

“Really! You never told me that?” Sam said.

“I was kind of embarrassed. It was just an impulse thing.”

“So...?”

“Hung,” I admitted. “I was curious.”

“Why the Dwarf.”

“Really aggressive,” I said. “Very up front about it. Funny. Driven. I liked his personality, and honestly... this is so un-politically correct, I was really curious about sex with a Dwarf.”

“You are kinky!”

“You just noticed?”

Now some decidedly un-politically correct images were going through my mind. When I’d felt his cock, it had been very generous. Very very generous.

“If you ever tell anyone I said that last part,” I said, “I’ll have to kill you.”

“You have a Dinklage fetish?”

“Peter Dinklage is a brilliant fucking actor,” I replied. “And he oozes sex appeal. It’s those eyes. And the voice. And the sheer raw talent! Any woman would do him in a heartbeat!”

“Interesting,” he said. “So when... or if... we do the dating game again, you’re more... seduceable?”

“Theoretically,” I said. “I guess now, with all we’ve done, it’s a real option now. I’d have to really feel it, and want it. I think the bar would be high though. And I suppose I’d want to check with you. Have a signal or something, a go ahead. But let’s say we’re at a hotel bar, and I meet some guy, say a big swarthy Sikh, dark dark skin, thick body hair poking out of his shirt, about six foot two, turban, big bushy beard, huge hands, and just penetrating eyes–”

“That’s oddly specific,” Sam said.

It was, I thought. For a moment, I wondered where that had come from?

“-- and we talk, and he’s just radiating this carnal sensuality, and my panties are just wet, and he says ‘come up to my room, I have always wanted to impregnate a redhead, and I want to do the Kama Sutra on your tiny white girl body.’ And you were giving the green light, I’d go ‘Yes! Yes! YES!!!’”

I paused.

“That’s very very very specific,” Sam said. “Any particular Sikh in mind.”

I shrugged. I had no idea, it just popped into my head. I didn’t know any Sikhs.

“Just a random example. But if it’s just an accountant or tile salesman from Des Moines, even a Sikh one... Meh, why bother?”

Sam nuzzled my neck, making me giggle.

“Now I know your secret lusts,” he said - “Fat, hairy ugly guys; big brawny Sikhs like Jason Mamoa, and Peter Dinklage.”

I laughed nervously.

“Jason Momoa’s not a Sikh,” I said. “But I’d hit him anyway.”

“Who wouldn’t,” he replied, fondling my breasts, and kissing me.

“You’re incorrigible,” I giggled, kissing him back.

His eyes were sparkling.

“Sort of,” he said. “Honestly, I’m only half way back, but after the session, I just want to feel playful and relaxed. I want to shake it off.”

I reached down, squeezing him gently.

“More than half way, I judge.”

“What can I say,” he said. “You’re my everything.”

“I love you,” I said urgently, the words tumbling out. “You know that I really love you. I would never hurt you, or allow you to be hurt. This was all just play, none of it was real. You’re the only thing that matters.”

“I know,” he said. “I trust you, and I’ll never stop trusting you.”

I laughed joyfully, relieved and elated. No matter what, I promised myself, I’d protect him, I’d keep him safe. I’d broken through the armour to the vulnerable raw Sam-soul beneath, and I cherished it. I’d never let anything happen to it.

The laugh turned into a gasp and a sigh, as his fingers found me.

“Oh,” I said breathlessly, “I should tell you, I fucked the waiter.”

He nodded.

“I know,” he said, “Leroy was going on about it. I thought he was just bullshitting. So you really did?”

“I really did,” I agreed, “although Leroy didn’t know. And I’m sure he didn’t believe me when I said I did. I don’t think he thinks that I did. I think he was just bullshitting to get to you.”

“Huh,” he said, absorbing that. “How was it?”

“How was what?”

“The waiter.”

“Oh,” I paused, thinking it over. “He had the most gorgeous blue eyes, like just amazing deep blue. Every time he looked at me, I got little wet shivers. It was easy to flirt with him. But the sex? Two minutes. Meh.”

“Too bad.”

“I’m not shitting on him, it was just really rushed circumstances.”

I paused, thoughtfully.

“Right after he came though, he had a crisis. He was married, or had a girlfriend, I can’t remember. But suddenly, he was just... flaking out. And I felt terrible. I realized something.”

“Yes?”

“Well,” I said, “there’s fun, right? But people aren’t sex toys. They have lives. Feeling. You can’t just use them, that’s fucked up. You can hurt them, just by messing with them. I shouldn’t have fucked him. It wasn’t right, it wasn’t considerate or respectful of him.”

He kissed my forehead.

“You’re a good person,” he said. “And I know you’ll be... we’ll be careful of people. Do no harm. No one unwilling or regretful. Just... spread joy.”

I was a good person? After the shit I’d just done to him? And the way I’d genuinely enjoyed it? And fucking around privately with Leroy, and the booths? I’m not sure his faith in me was justified. I wanted to be a good person. It just felt really hard to navigate.

I was keeping things from him. The booths, the private encounters. Maybe now was the time to come clean. Just tell him everything. I took a deep breath.

I thought back to the roof top, Polaris, the north star. With it, you could always find your way. Be my Polaris, Sam, I’m just a little it lost right now, but as long as you’re there in my sky, I’ll always find my way.

My lips parted, and then closed. No words came out. Just tell him, I ordered myself.

Was I a good person? I felt bad about what I’d done to the waiter, and to Sam. I would be more careful. Maybe that was the key. Maybe a bad person would do these things and never feel bad, they’d just keep on doing them.

“Uh,” I whispered. Truth time.

Sam’s fingers moved against my clitoris, I gasped and shifted.

“It’s hard to think really deep thoughts,” I complained, “when you’re fingering me like an electric guitar.”

“Just practicing. Oh my!” he teased. “You’re really wet.”

I pretend scowled.

“And you’re not doing anything about it,” I complained.

“Now who’s incorrigible!”

&&&

My ringtone went off, even before I picked it up, I knew who it was calling me in the middle of the night. We hadn’t decided between trying to go in to work, or just both calling in sick and sleeping it off. The one thing for sure, we weren’t sleeping.

Before Leroy left, he’d made us both promise no sex for twenty-four hours. Yeah. Fuck that noise.

I held the phone to my ear.

“If Sam’s there,” Leroy said, “don’t let him know that it’s me.”

“Hi Jan,” I said cheerfully. “You’re up late. Really late. Is everything okay?”

“Is he close by?” Leroy asked.

“Totally,” I said. “Extremely.”

“Is he doing something sexual?”

“I would agree with that.”

“Licking your pussy?”

“You got it.”

“Is he hard?”

“Uh huh,” I replied. “So what’s up Jan? Something on your mind? It’s crazy late.”

“I just wanted to check up on the two of you, especially Sam. It went pretty hard on him.”

I looked down at Same, faithfully licking my pussy.

“Jan says hello,” I said.

Sam paused long enough to lift his head and say “Hi Jan.”

“Oh yeah,” I said, “he’s fine. It’s all good.”

“He’s very submissive,” Leroy said. “A natural cuck. He really takes to it. I thought you might have pushed him too hard, but he rolled with it.”

“I suppose so.”

“Anyway,” Leroy said. “I was a little worried about him.”

“That’s really nice of you.”

“How about you? How’s your ass? You got it hard physically.”

“I wouldn’t worry,” I said. “Those things are built to handle all kinds of situations.”

I reached down with one hand, winding my hand in Sam’s hair, and pushed him hard against my clit. I moaned.

“Sounds like he’s doing a good job,” Leroy said.

“Oh that,” I said. “Sorry, that was a yawn, it just came over me. I couldn’t help it.”

I grinned down at Sam, his eyes were sparkling as he looked up at me, thinking I was talking to Jan. His tongue became wildly animated, and I had to struggle not to gasp too loudly.

“I’m not surprised you’ve got him licking your pussy.”

“Oh yeah, and why is that?”

“Because he’s still lingering. He’s hanging on to his submissive mode.”

I pulled Sam’s hand up to my breast.

“Really? That’s an interesting theory.”

“Are you going to fuck him?”

“There’s a personal question,” I said. “Didn’t we talk about that?”

“There’s making promises and keeping them,” Leroy said. “I think this time you should keep it.”

“Oh you think that?”

“Tell you what, let’s make it interesting.”

“I’m listening.”

“No fucking,” Leroy said, “but oral is okay. Oral is great.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“You can go down on Sam, if you feel like it,” he said.

“Oh I don’t need incentives,” I said. “I’m always there for that.”

“Sam goes down on you, all you want. You come as much as you want.”

“Still liking it.”

“But Sam doesn’t come at all. You blow him, you fondle him, you tease him, you keep him hard the whole twenty-four hours, but he doesn’t get to fuck, and he doesn’t get to come. You edge him, until he’s screaming. Tie him down if you need to. I guarantee, it’ll blow both your minds.”

“Interesting,” I said. “I think I could be up for it. It’s definitely a possibility.”

“Think about it,” he said. “Twenty four hours, of oral servicing, coming over and over, and keeping him hard and helpless the whole time.”

“You’re definitely selling it.”

“You’ll go for it.”

“I guess.”

“Say it.”

“All right,” I said. “Yes.”

“Then let’s make it really interesting: Forty-eight hours.”

“Whoa!” I said. Sam looked up at me. I pressed his face between my legs, suddenly much wetter. I could feel my pussy squeezing. “That’s really hard core.”

“You’re not refusing.”

“That’s true,” I said.

“You told me you cut him off two days before the session,” he said.

“I did say that.”

“So what’s two days after the session?”

“It seems exhausting and difficult.”

“But exciting?”

“Yes.”

“Try this - twenty four hours, set in stone. That’s your target. If you make the end of the twenty-four, then add twelve. If you get all the way through the twelve, then add another twelve.”

“That sounds feasible.” Oh poor Sam, I thought gleefully.

“If you can make forty-eight, then another twelve and even another...”

“Too much.”

“But forty-eight.”

“All right.”

“Then do it!” His voice changed timber, suddenly commanding.

I gasped, and jumped a little, my body flushing hot suddenly. I pushed Sam’s face down against my pussy, so he’d think that the sudden surge of wetness was him. But it wasn’t. It was Leroy’s command. Not a suggestion, not a request. An order, immutable, irrevocable, non-negotiable.

Perhaps it was my own lingering submissiveness, but as my heart beat faster, and my muscles tightened, it felt like a seismic shift. He’d shocked me by exerting dominance, and caught by surprise, I’d slipped or been thrown into utter obedience.

“Yes.”

“Promise.”

“Yes. Totally,” I tried to sound casual. My heart was racing, and suddenly I was breathless.

“You know,” he said. “You don’t have to tell him. Just go ahead and do it.”

“And how would that work out?” I replied unsteadily, my voice quavering. I hoped that Sam thought it was because of him. I supposed partially, in different senses, it was.

“Just do it,” Leroy said. “And he’ll figure it out and accept it, and you won’t have to say anything.”

“Maybe,” I gasped a little.

I was starting to be a little uncontrolled with my sex noises. I couldn’t help it, while Sam licked my pussy, Leroy was fucking with my mind, and the two tracks of stimulation were really difficult.

“Oh, nothing,” I said randomly, for Sam’s benefit. “I’m just moving around, getting things done as we talk.”

“I bet,” Leroy chuckled. “He thinks it’s him doesn’t he?”

“You got that right.”

“Anyway,” Leroy said, “option two - he figures it out, and he starts to beg. I think you’d love having him beg.”

“Oh Jesus!” My hips lifted up against Sam’s face. “Oh no! No! I was just opening a jar. I think I spilled some juice. Yeah? What you were saying? You know me so well.”

Leroy chuckled.

“Option three - he figures it out and rebels. And you crush him. You’re dominant, he’s submissive, he’ll give in, and you’ll fucking love it. You love setting up these little contests where you get to surrender. I think you’d love arranging one where you win and conquer.”

“Wow!” I said breathily and a little too enthusiastically, my hips lifted again, I was so fucking wet, and I could feel tingles going up inside me. I grabbed Sam’s hair tight in my fist and started grinding into his face, which only made the sensations stronger.

“You’ve really got it all worked out! Anyway Jan,” I spoke quickly, my voice straining with approaching orgasm, it wasn’t here yet, but I could feel it gathering, “this has been really interesting, but I have to... Take care of some... things. So talk later, okay.”

“You’ll do what I told you.”

“Yes! Of course! Definitely! Bye!”

The last thing I heard before I broke the connection was Leroy’s cruel laughter. I barely had time to think ‘what an asshole’ before the orgasm broke and barreled over me, I howled, squeezing my thighs against Sam’s head, grinding hard against him as I gushed and gushed.

The orgasm was intense and delicious, leaving me breathless and sated. Finally, I went happy and limp, utterly sated, loosing my grip on him.

“Come up and kiss me, Lover,” I called to him.

He came up, our lips pressed together, my mouth opened on his, and our tongues flicked gently against each other.

“What’s up with Jan?”

“Oh,” I said. “Her usual crises. It’s too involved, I’ll tell you tomorrow. Sometimes that girl has boundary issues. I didn’t really have to say anything, she just needed someone to listen for a few minutes.”

Hopefully, he’d forget about it in the morning, or I’d be able to make some shit up. Because he loved me, he swallowed the lie without blinking. I felt a little bad, even with the excitement of Leroy’s call and his persuading me to his little game. I was lying to Sam too much, it was harmless, but maybe eventually, it wouldn’t be. I needed to stop.

On the other hand, Leroy’s idea was so utterly delicious, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I’m a bad person... and I found I loved it.

So, as we kissed and made out with increasing intensity, as our bodies ground together, and I felt his hard cock pressing against me, I smiled looking into his eyes. His knee parted my thighs willingly, I laid back as he moved up on top of me, his cock hanging rigid between us.

Sam moved his hips forward, his rigid cock sliding forward. God, he must have such a sexual charge, the night had been so intense. He was so ready to feel my wet pussy wrapped around him, and for the two of us to make frantic love.

He thrust, and his cock met the back of my hand, as I covered my pussy. It slid up and then off, leaving a wet trail.

Surprised, he looked down at me.

“Naughty, naughty,” I told him, my eyes dancing merrily, as he play thrust again against the back of my hand, his cock sliding smoothly off again. Or did he hope that I’d relent and grant him entry? No chance! “Didn’t we both make a promise? Hmm? You can’t come in just yet.”

“But the session is over,” he said, he shrugged. Another smooth pelvic thrust, the head of his cock pressed between my fingers. He adjusted a little, and it glided over my knuckles along the back of my hand almost to my wrist, where it fell off, nestling somewhere between the inside of my thigh and my belly. “There’s no harm in trying.”

I smiled, keeping my hand in place

“There’s no harm in making you wait a little...” I said. He thrust smoothly between the edge of my hand and my thigh. Denying him gave me this buoyant feeling of power and control. “You didn’t mind waiting last time. Maybe this time, we’ll go the full length. Think you can last the full twenty-four?”

Or forty-eight, I thought.

“Ouch!” Sam said. “You like torturing me.”

“You like me torturing you,” I pointed out.

“We still do other stuff?” he said hopefully. “Like before.”

I nodded. “We just did, and I definitely approve. I intend to return the favour... But...”

“But?” he asked.

“Well,” I said thoughtfully, “I intend to perform the act of oral sex upon you, with celestial enthusiasm... But there’s nothing in the rule book that says how many times I make you come, or when I decide to make you come, or whether I choose to allow you to come at all.”

“There’s a rule book?” he asked.

“I’m writing it,” I teased, “as we speak.”

“Oh my!” he said. “You have an idea?”

“Something might have occurred to me,” I smirked.

He stared at me, excited.

“You look positively devilish.”

I grinned.

“Maybe I feel positively devilish.”

His eyes darted back and forth, as if playfully looking around.

“Should I be worried?”

“Not at all my love,” I kissed him. “I guarantee you’ll enjoy every minute. I just don’t guarantee your orgasm. You’ll come... Eventually... when I decide. You just won’t know when I let you come... Imagine how intense it will be when you finally feel it happening...”

“If you allow it at all?”

“If I allow it at all,” I whispered. “That’s the evil part. You won’t know for sure, will you? You just have to hope that I will... Eventually. Maybe. Maybe not.”

“Evil!”

“And you love it!”

“I do!”

I wondered if he would be saying that at hour twelve? Or Twenty? Or Thirty-two? Or Forty-seven? I wondered how he would react when it began to sink in. Frustration? Desperation? Panic? Pleading? Would he whimper? Or challenge? What would he do? And what would I need to do to enforce my will on him? The thought of finding out gave me a wild thrill.

I kissed him deeply, running my fingers through his hair. Looking deeply into his eyes, I was overcome with pure love, I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have him in my life, or how happy we made each other.

His face was wet and slick from my pussy, he smelled of me.

Leroy may have inspired or pushed a little bit, but I was the one in control. I didn’t have to do what he said. And I wasn’t really doing what he said. I was just going to do what I wanted, what excited me, what felt deliriously intense. And if it happened to line up with his commands... well, so what? He wasn’t pulling my strings. I was the one making choices.

Oh my darling, I thought, I have such plans for you over the next two days. Or three?

My plans.

“You know what?” I whispered.

“What?”

“I think I’m recovered.”

His eyebrows lifted.

I placed a hand gently on his head and whispered, “down boy.”

He got the message and sank, kissing his way down my breasts and belly.

“Who’s a good boy?” I teased, as he made his way between my legs.

He looked up at me, eyes shining.

“You are,” I said. “Now get to work.”

I closed my eyes and smiled happily, thinking about the next two days.

Such plans.