DOUBLE DATE
by Zebulon
This is a work of fiction. No reference to real persons is
intended. It contains strong, non-traditional sexual imagery
and language. If you don't like this kind of thing, don't read it.
This may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper
credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being posted,
and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site where it is
being posted.
Feedback is welcome. Zebulon@fastmail.ca
(MF, FF, Bond)
* * * * * Start of * * * * *
"Say again?" His voice was soft and teasing.
She was clearly embarrassed. She looked down at her dessert
plate and said, almost in a whisper, "Please."
"Say it again." His voice a bit more commanding.
The small noises of the restaurant had faded completely behind
the rushing sound in her ears.
She stared at her half empty plate and mumbled an
unconvincing, "No."
"No?" he asked in a playful tone, knowing he'd tapped into a
most secret place.
"Not really," she said with a trembling voice, "that is, not
exactly."
"Explain." he said almost sweetly while increasing the tempo
of his finger movements through her now squishy flesh.
* * * * *
They had met at a political fund-raiser. Sarah was a beauty
from the local college. She was doing volunteer work for the
campaign. Jason was a donor. He was tall, dark, and
handsome. She was rather surprised to discover how wealthy
he was. He seemed rather to have so much money.
She also thought he was a bit arrogant, if charming. He asked
her out and she surprised herself by saying yes.
Sarah was even more surprised that their first date had gone
so well. He had been a perfect gentleman and they'd had a
great time. Within a month she had shared his bed and was
again surprised to find he was an excellent lover. She'd
somehow expected that with his good looks and money he'd
be a dud at lovemaking.
Then the other shoe had dropped. On the third night, when
making love, Jason pulled some soft ropes out of nowhere and
asked if she'd like to 'play a little game.'
She was very nervous; almost scared. But she also found --
and this was the greatest surprise of all -- she was
tremendously turned on by the idea. They played. It was
great. She wanted more.
By the end of a few months their relationship had reached the
point where they were taking their sex games out in public.
* * * * *
Dinner was at a very expensive and exclusive restaurant
overlooking the bay. The lighting was subdued, the mood
being set by moonlight reflected on the water and a small
candle flickering on the table. There was soft romantic music
playing in the background.
The food had been sensational. The other diners were
absorbed with their own meals and conversations. Jason's
fingers were gently sliding through the moist folds of Sarah's
womanhood under cover of the long tablecloth. He had made
her come to dinner in an expensive evening gown and no
panties. Soon after ordering he had slid a hand under the table
and hiked her skirt up into her lap. He had been toying with
her privates and with her passions ever since.
Then there had been those questions. Idle conversation when
anyone was within earshot punctuated with a whole series of
personal, confidential, and often embarrassing questions when
they were alone. That was the game. 'Had she ever faked an
orgasm?' 'How often?' 'Why?' She was obligated to answer
truthfully and had been doing so.
'Did she like giving head?' 'What did she like best about it?'
'What was she thinking that first time she asked him to do her
from the rear?' That was a big one. She had always had a
strange curiosity about anal sex, but she'd never worked up
the nerve to ask any of her previous boyfriends to do it that
way. With Jason it seemed an easy and almost natural
request. And it turned out to be even better than she'd
imagined.
'How long had she known she was a bottom?' 'Why did she
like it so much?' 'What did she want to try that they hadn't
already done?' She found, without much surprise, that having
to answer these embarrassing questions in this public place
was turning her on tremendously. Her had been slightly
moist when they'd started. It was quite damp now. She was
afraid the back of her gown must be getting a wet spot and
worried it would show when she got up to leave. She was
very grateful for the dim lighting.
Then came the question she had been passionately dreading.
It had really struck a nerve and she had done a miserable job
of trying to hide the fact. 'Have you ever had sex with
another woman?'
She had somehow known the question would be asked sooner
or later. A part of her had actually been looking forward to it.
* * * * *
Jason knew early that he liked bondage and domination
games. But finding playmates who shared his passion wasn't
easy. When he first started dating he'd found only one. Then
his died and left him a large successful company and a
fortune in cash and stocks. That made things considerably
easier. And he'd developed an instinct. Over time he'd
learned things to say and questions to ask when talking with
new girls. More importantly, he'd learned how to interpret
their answers. Now about one of every three he dated
ended up being added to the growing list in his little black
book.
And being rich he wasn't obligated to play by the same rules
as, what his had called, 'the little people.' He wasn't
monogamous and didn't pretend to be. He was, in fact, very
truthful to his playmates about his other partners. Those who
could live with it did so. The others left. And still his list of
names grew.
Sarah had been quite a find. She was a tall with a vaguely
middle-eastern look. Something in her shape and bearing
reminded one of a belly dancer. But her skin tones weren't
dark. And her long wavy hair was such a light brown it
almost looked blond. All in all, Jason thought she was quite
a treat. And then to discover her deep capacity for
submission.
* * * * *
He thought about her non-answer as he continued to stroke
his finger over her clit. Even in the unclear light he could tell
she was blushing furiously. "Go on, explain," he again
prompted.
Sarah was stuck and knew it. "I . . . That is, I've never
actually been with another woman."
"But you think about it?"
She flushed even deeper and nodded her head.
"You think about it a lot. Don't you?"
Bingo! He'd hit the mark. Sarah, still looking down, closed
her eyes and said, "Yes, sir."
"My, my, my, . . . you like women," Jason mused, ". . . and
you like to be dominated." His finger slid across her engorged
clitoris as he spoke. Sarah unexpectedly tripped over the edge
and orgasmed right at the table, just as the waiter was walking
up with a carafe to freshen their coffee.
"Please pardon my friend," Jason explained, "she has asthma."
* * * * *
Their lovemaking that night was the best ever. There was an
intensity Sarah had never before experienced.
Then she didn't hear from Jason for the next two weeks. She
didn't know if she'd done something wrong. If the whole
thing was over. Or if he'd just upped and died.
She was moping around her dorm room one night when the
phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Are you free Saturday night?"
"Jason, where the hell have you been?"
"Busy," he said brushing aside her question as well as her
implied question. "Are you free this Saturday?" he asked with
a little more iron in his voice.
She was tempted to say 'No' just to get back at him for
leaving her hanging. But instead answered meekly. "Yes,
sir."
"Good. My place, 6:45 pm sharp, informal attire, but look
nice. Eat a snack before you come, dinner will be late." He
paused. She said nothing. "Oh yes," he continued, "and don't
beat off between now and then." The phone went dead.
Part of her was furious at this cavalier treatment. But she was
also quite turned on by it. Her were very damp
indeed. She hadn't felt like having sex for over a week. Now
she most certainly did. But she couldn't beat off for the next
five days. Sarah felt like howling in frustration.
* * * * *
Jason lived alone in an impressive penthouse apartment in the
business district. It wasn't even a penthouse in the regular
sense. That is, it wasn't part of an apartment complex. It had
started out as a temporary residence for his father, who quite
literally 'lived the business.' He had it set up using the entire
top floor of his corporate headquarters.
When his died, Jason made sure the company continued
to thrive. Knowing he had no head for business, he'd done a
good job of hiring excellent managers to run things. Aside
from the occasional public event he was obligated to attend,
he stayed out of their way and let the cash roll in. The
enterprise grew. Soon the corporate headquarters had moved
to a larger and more impressive building in a neighboring city.
Jason expanded and converted the top two floors of the
building into a rather flamboyant bachelor's pad. The 28th
floor he reserved as a buffer and a kind of storage facility
against his future needs. The rest of the building had been
converted to office space.
All of which made for good neighbors. The building was
largely deserted nights and on weekends.
There were security guards to guard his security. There was
a maintenance crew to deal with maintenance. And there was
a discreet cleaning lady who came three times a week to
straighten up, do laundry, and make sure the larder was well
stocked.
All in all, it was an ideal life for a young, well-to-do, and
rather kinky man-about-town.
* * * * *
Sarah arrived by taxi at the front door of the complex a bit
early. The security guards knew her face and let her in. She
took the executive elevator up to the 29th floor and waited in
the anteroom, killing time and checking her wristwatch. She
wasn't sure what this new game was, but Jason had said '6:45
sharp.' Punctuality had become an important part of their
game. So she waited. Before leaving her dorm she had called
and set her watch by the atomic clock in Washington.
She fidgeted with her purse and waited some more. At
precisely 6:44 and 50 seconds she walked to the apartment
door. It opened even as she was raising her hand to knock.
Jason was dressed only in his black smoking jacket. His hair
was slightly disheveled and to Sarah he looked positively
delicious. Without saying a word he took her in his arms,
pulled her close, and favored her with a long, luxurious kiss.
She was almost breathless with lust when he broke off and
pulled back to look at her.
"You look fabulous," he said, and then added with a sly grin.
"Are you ready for an adventure."
Sarah didn't know quite how to respond. Her legs were
weak. What did he have planned? She felt powerful jolts of
lust, fear, and curiosity. She suddenly found she couldn't
muster the will to speak. Instead she just looked at him with
all the emotions she was feeling playing clearly over her face.
Jason studied her for a moment. "I'll take that as a 'yes.'"
Taking her hand, he walked her through the penthouse to a far
corner of the building.
Sarah found herself entering a large unlit room. She'd never
seen it before. It was a den or office of some kind. There was
a massive desk lost in the gloom in one corner. Wood
paneling covered the walls. And there was plenty of fine
conservative furniture scattered about. Jason led her to a
massive leather sofa facing a great glass window overlooking
the city. The sun had just set. The view was magnificent.
The city was starting to light up. The bay was still visible in
the distance. A large yellow moon was hanging overhead.
Jason didn't stop to admire the view. He turned and gave
Sarah another long kiss. Then he reached down, grabbed the
bottom of her fuzzy turtleneck sweater and, as she raised her
arms, gently lifted it over her head. He kissed her again,
reached around, and unsnapped her bra. Removing the
garment, he leaned down and nuzzled and kissed her lovely
breasts. Sarah's nipples were rigid and hypersensitive. She
trembled as he kissed her. Then she noticed a small pile of
bondage paraphernalia on the coffee table. She trembled even
more.
Sarah wanted to ask questions, but that wasn't the game. And
she had to admit that the uncertainty was adding a tremendous
dash of excitement to the evening's mix. What did he have
planned? She was already moist when he'd started undressing
her. By the time she'd noticed the bondage materials, she was
positively wet. Her were going to begin sticking to
her crotch if this went on for long.
But Jason just kept kissing and licking and nibbling and
undressing her as he went. He got down on one knee and
carefully removed her sneakers and socks. He undid her jeans
and slid them down as well. The were the last to go.
He carelessly tossed her clothes onto the large leather chair.
When Sarah was finally nude, he stood up and stepped back
to admire her. "Superb," he said. She suddenly felt extremely
self-conscious and stifled an urge to cover her and
crotch with her hands.
Jason reached over to the table and removed a leather collar
from the pile. He brought it up and held it before her face so
that she could look at it. There was a brass plate with an
inscription she could just make out in the dim light. It was her
name. She didn't know what to say. So 'this' was what the
evening was about.
Jason opened the collar and moved to put it around Sarah's
neck. She helped him by pulling her long hair up out of his
way.
Once the collar was in place he kissed her again. Then he
turned her around, facing away from him. She heard him
reach down and pick up something else off the table. She felt
her hands being cuffed together behind her back. He stepped
up against her and reached around her taut body to massage
a with one hand and her twat with the other. She could
feel the stiffness of his prick against her hands as he nuzzled
her ear. If he kept that up for any length of time she would
come for sure.
But he didn't keep it up. Just as she was about to grab his
member with her cuffed hands, he pulled away again and
moved her over to the sofa. With a little help (it was awkward
laying down with her hands cuffed behind her), he positioned
her so that she was lying on her belly on the sofa.
Jason cuffed her ankles next. He used a short strap to tie her
wrist restraints to the ankle restraints. He cinched them
tightly. Not so tightly that it was painful, but tight enough
that Sarah knew she wasn't going anywhere until he let her.
Jason stepped back again to admire the view. "Magnificent,"
he said again. "Simply marvelous." Sarah felt very proud to
hear him say that. But she felt more lustful than anything else.
'OK,' she thought, 'he has me tied up. Now what?'
The 'now what' turned out to be a gag. It was made of black
leather that almost seemed to match the sofa. There was a
soft blunt penis prod on the inside that effectively filled her
mouth to capacity. And once strapped in place, it kept her
from saying anything or even from making very loud noises.
And then nothing much happened at all. Jason sat on the floor
next to her and continued to kiss, lick, rub, and fondle her
body around the restraints. But Sarah sensed that he wasn't
going anywhere with it. He was just biding his time. It was
highly erotic, but her curiosity was starting to drive her crazy.
Then, as he was teasingly running one fingernail over her butt
coming tantalizingly close to her crotch, a little chime went off
that she never heard before. She turned her head and looked
at him. He was glancing up at the wall clock. "Right on
time," he said, almost to himself.
Sarah grunted questioningly. He only smiled and continued
with his gentle fondling. But noticing her uneasiness he said,
"The guards ring me to announce guests." At this, Sarah
became quite distressed indeed. Somebody was coming up?
Surely he wasn't going to let some stranger see her this way.
She thrashed about and grunted objections into the gag.
Jason just smiled again and gave her butt cheek a serious slap.
It stung. "Quiet," he said. "This is part of the adventure."
Sarah quieted but didn't lose any of her agitation. She could
hear the elevator mechanism gently whirring in the
background.
Jason again glanced at the clock and then stood up. Leaning
over, he kissed her ear and whispered, "Now don't go
anywhere." And he was gone. Sarah was left to writhe in her
bondage. This she did for just a half minute. Then, realizing
how hopeless that was, she got as quiet as possible and
listened intently.
At first nothing. The elevator had stopped. She looked up at
the clock. 7:14 pm. The second hand was coming up to 7:15.
With 20 seconds to go there came a distant knock. 'Hmmph'
Sarah thought with a vague sense of superiority 'whoever it is
didn't set his watch as accurately as she had.'
A few seconds later she heard the front door open. There was
a quiet muffled conversation. Try as she might, she couldn't
make out the words. The voices came closer, and Sarah
thought she would void her bladder on the nice leather sofa.
But the voices turned aside and began ascending the stairs
before reaching her.
She was breathing a sigh of relief when she heard the only
words she could make out. It was Jason saying, "Are you
ready for an adventure?" Then the voices were out of range
and try as she might, Sarah could hear no more. She was left
trembling in her constraints.
* * * * *
Jason met Daria in college. He was a junior and she was a
freshman. She was the most heartbreakingly beautiful he
had ever seen. But when he studied her face closely, he could
never understand why. Nothing seemed to match. Her face
was almost square. Her eyes seemed too big and her
eyebrows too pronounced. Her nose was slightly upturned
and seemed the wrong shape for her face. Her lower lip was
too and her upper lip too thin. Her mouth was crooked
and ears were too big. There was no reason to believe that all
these mismatched features put together would spell beauty.
But they did. She was absolutely gorgeous and, not only
Jason, but everyone who saw her thought so.
Daria had an equally lovely body. Just about average height,
she had a very athletic build and deep brown hair. She also
had a set of rather impressive and very firm breasts. Jason
also discovered she had a wonderful capacity for and interest
in sex. And she loved to try new things.
Together they discovered bondage. This lasted until Jason's
graduation a year and a half later. Then Daria suddenly and
rather unexpectedly had gotten cold feet. Jason was getting
a little too serious for her. She was afraid he might start
talking marriage. And their sex play was becoming more
intense all the time. More intense than she seemed ready for.
One day, a few weeks before graduation, he'd asked if she
wanted him to take her to a sex club and put her on stage.
That threw her for a bit of a loop. She said she'd think about
it.
While she was thinking, Jason's died very unexpectedly.
First he was gone and when he returned he was busy. They
hardly had time to speak during his final two weeks of classes
and examinations. When he graduated he left for good. And
that seemed to be that. Daria did get one phone message from
him a few weeks later. It was on her answering machine with
his new number, but she never called back.
In a fit of what was almost remorse, Daria went back to
vanilla sex. For awhile she didn't miss her wilder side. She
told herself it was just a phase she had gone through. She
joined the cheerleading team. By the time her own graduation
came up she'd met and gotten engaged to the star defensive
end. Her life was starting to develop in a very traditional way.
And that might have been the end of that . . . .
Except that one week before her wedding, she'd caught her
husband-to-be in bed . . .
. . . with another man.
So the marriage was off. At first Daria didn't know if it was
the infidelity or the homosexuality that bothered her more.
She just knew she was pissed.
She got back in touch with Jason. She needed to talk with
someone and he was the obvious choice. But they hadn't
spoken in over two years. The number he'd left her didn't
work, so she looked him up through the alumni association.
She sent him an Email and he sent an immediate and very
friendly reply. They traded recent histories. He told her about
how busy he'd been since his father's death but didn't mention
anything about his new found wealth. She told him about her
broken engagement and he turned out to be a great listener.
They went back to being good friends. But it was clear their
relationship wasn't about to pick up where it had broken off.
A distance remained between them.
For the next several years they were Email friends only but
they shared a great many confidences. And largely through
their correspondence, Daria worked the anger out of her
system. She came to understand that the problem with her ex-
fiance had not been the homosexuality. It had been the
infidelity. She knew this because she began to realize she had
deep-seated bi-sexual feelings of her own. 'Hmmmph. How
about that?' She confided these thoughts and feelings to
Jason even as they continued to live their separate lives.
One day, the company Daria worked for folded. Jason offered
to help her to find a new job. 'Where did she want to live?
He could find her a job almost anywhere.' This seemed to be
an invitation to move closer to him if she wished. They hadn't
seen each other or had a real-time phone conversation since
college. She mulled it over for a couple of days before
deciding. Then she picked up the phone and dialed. It seemed
to break some kind of ice and they talked for hours. In the
end she asked him to find her a job in the city where he was
living. She would give it a try, at least for a while.
They went back to being close friends. But not bed partners.
They continued to correspond by Email and talk on the phone.
They would even get together now and then for dinner. But
each seemed to be waiting for the other to make the first
move. Perhaps this had to do with Daria's confusion about
her sexual identity. Since the break up of her engagement,
she'd had several sex partners but they had all been men. Yet
the knowledge of her sexual attraction to other women kept
gnawing at her. She'd been talking with Jason about this for
years. Neither knew what it might mean in terms of any
possible future relationship.
Things might have stayed this way forever. But then came
that fateful dinner with Sarah. Jason had several possible sex
partners in mind for a little manage a trois. But Daria might
be perfect. In fact, she might be more than perfect. Of
course, he might be risking their friendship. Then again . . .
He called her unexpectedly and told her he had something
extraordinary in mind. He gave her just enough hints to start
her juices flowing. Was she interested? She spent almost a
week considering the implications.
Jason didn't pressure her at all. He just waited. She called.
'What exactly did he have in mind.' She could almost hear
him grinning over the phone. "You'll just have to trust me,"
he said.
She spent a few more days agonizing about it before calling
back and saying, "Yes."
She could feel that grin over the phone again. There were a
few long moments of silence. "OK," he finally said, "here's
the deal. First thing, don't beat off between now and then."
"What?"
"You heard me." Another silent grin. "I want you ripe and
ready for this little adventure."
"And?"
"And I'll send you details once I have them. Check your
Email."
* * * * *
Sarah felt like she'd been lying there for hours. But when she
heard the unmistakable sounds of returning footsteps she
glanced up at the clock and realized that it had only been
about twenty-five minutes.
"And how have we been?" Jason asked as he entered the
darkened room. "Still horny, I hope."
Sarah started to protest into her gag but quickly gave that up
as futile. Besides, the truth was that she was indeed, still quite
horny. Her mind had been running circles trying to guess
what Jason was up to. She hadn't been able to understand
anything the guest had said. But unmistakably the voice was
soft and sexy and very feminine.
Sarah thought about her last date with Jason and all of those
questions. She remembered especially those final questions
about her secret lusts. And now he had brought her here
along with another woman. She spent the whole time she was
alone working herself into a terrible state of erotic tension
pouring over the myriad possibilities of what the evening held
in store. 'Yes,' she wanted to tell him. 'Yes, I have these
secret desires all the time. But I'm not sure I really want to do
anything about them. At least not yet. I don't think I'm ready
for it.'
Sarah felt Jason reach in between her bound legs. In her
hogtie, her legs were splayed. She could actually hear the
moist squish that accompanied the feel of slick fingers easily
worming their way through her engorged flesh.
'I'm not ready,' she thought furiously as he removed his
fingers and gave her butt a firm squeeze.
"It's playtime," he said, as he released the strap that held her
hogtie. Her legs flopped down. She wiggled her ass
impatiently. She wanted him to release the rest of her
bondage and take out the gag so they could talk about this.
He undid her ankle restraints. She flexed her toes and waited
for him to undo her hands.
Instead he merely clipped a leash to her collar and helped her
to unsteady feet. He held her in his arms, gag still in her
mouth, hands fettered behind her back, and kissed her on the
forehead. When he pulled away, she looked up into his face
with an expression that bespoke the powerful uncertainties
that were playing through her mind.
'Please don't do this now,' she wanted to beg. 'Not now; not
yet.'
But all she could do was to gently shake her head. She felt his
fingers moving thorough her hot slit again. He was kissing her
on the side of her face and around her ear. "Fun time," he
whispered. And started off, pulling her along by the leash.
For a brief moment, she thought about resisting, but some
morbid fascination deep within her made her follow meekly in
his wake.
She walked noiselessly, padding on bare feet through the silent
apartment, up the stairs, and down the long hall that led to his
large bedroom. She had been nervous the first time she'd
entered this inner lair. Now she was almost beside herself
with anxiety. 'What was waiting for her behind that door?'
Jason stopped short of entering the room. He dropped the
leash and turning took Sarah's face in his hands. For a long
time he just looked at her, smiling gently into her eyes. He
kissed the exposed flesh around her gag and then said, "This
is for you, darling."
She made a plaintive little whining noise behind the gag.
He smiled. "I know. But isn't it better this way?"
'Isn't what better which way?' she wondered as he took up
her leash again. Turning he opened the door.
His bedroom was lit with the soft light of a half dozen candles.
Jason took a couple of steps into the room and stopped.
Sarah had followed directly behind so her view was blocked.
She hesitated to look around him to see what was awaiting her
on the bed. For long moments nothing happened. She heard
a muffled sound of movement. A little pause. And then
another. She could smell another woman's perfume in the air.
She found that and the flickering lights very disorienting.
Finally screwing up her courage, Sarah took a deep breath and
peeked around Jason's broad shoulders. She felt a chill run
down her spine. There was a woman in the bed. That was
hardly surprising. But the woman was completely naked and
tied down. Sarah might have expected it, but hadn't.
At first, she couldn't see much detail. The woman was lying
on her back with her arms pulled straight up over her head.
Her wrists were fastened together and a strap was pulling
them up to the center of the bed. Sarah could tell there was
a lot of tension on the strap because it was tugging at the
mattress as it disappeared over the edge.
The woman's legs were cuffed at the ankles and there were
straps pulling each toward the nearest bedpost. And because
Jason's bed was so wide, her legs were spread rather far apart.
The effect was that her body formed a large letter 'A.'
She took a step closer without realizing she had done so. The
woman was wearing a gag identical to her own. Sarah
worked her tongue around the penis prod invading her
mouth and imagined how she must feel. The woman's eyes
were following her over the gag. Her dark brown pubic patch
glistened moistly in reflected candlelight.
Jason reached over, removed the leash, and put his finger
through the O-Ring in Sarah's collar. He pulled her closer so
the woman could get a better look at her. "Daria," he said,
"this is Sarah."
The woman looked but otherwise didn't react.
"Say hello to Sarah."
The woman grunted something into her gag. Jason stepped
behind Sarah and again wrapped his arms around her. She felt
him firmly squeezing her in a big hug. His wrists crossed and
he grasped each of her lovely with opposite hands.
Sarah could feel his stiff member pressing up against her
fettered hands through the open front of his smoking jacket.
She took hold of it almost for comfort. He nuzzled her neck
and spoke softly into her ear. "Sarah, this is Daria."
Sarah grunted her own hello.
"Good girl," he said. He then released her and took
half a step back. Reaching up he unbuckled her gag, took it
out, and tossed it lightly aside. With the gag removed, Sarah
was free to speak. She said nothing. She was suddenly, and
for no particular reason, keenly aware of the feel of the soft
carpet on her feet.
Jason reached down and undid her fetters. Sarah's hands fell
lightly to her sides. She was now completely naked and
unrestrained except for the collar. But she didn't move. She
didn't know what to do or what Jason expected of her.
The woman on the bed just watched them carefully. She
didn't try to speak. She wasn't resisting. She hardly moved.
But there was an intensity in her eyes that Sarah couldn't miss.
And unless it was a trick of the light the moistness of her
crotch had increased.
Jason came around and putt his finger through her collar ring
again. He pulled her gently to the side of the bed. They half
sat and half climbed up until they were quite close to the
bound girl. He reached down and squeezed one of Daria's
breasts. She sighed into her gag.
Sarah didn't know what to do. She watched Jason's hand as
he worked Daria's breasts. First one, then the other.
Squeezing, rubbing, scratching the skin lightly with his
fingertips, pinching her engorged nipples. The dark skin
around her nipples was completely crinkled and almost seemed
to twitch at his touch. Sarah became fixated on what he was
doing.
Jason reached over and took her hand. He brought it over to
Daria's nearest breast. Sarah felt her fingers come in contact
with the warm flesh. They seemed to tingle at the touch.
Then his hand was gone. She watched it travel down the
woman's belly and slide through her pubic slit.
Sarah heard a 'hummm' from the head of the bed. She looked
up. Daria had closed her eyes and was quietly moaning.
Looking down, Sarah realized that without quite being aware
of it, she had taken over pleasuring the woman's breasts. This
went on for several minutes.
Jason was doing something that was making Daria breathe
harder and faster. But Sarah was fascinated with watching her
own hands work the highly sensitive mammaries. She
remembered the way she liked her own fondled and
was using this to excite the woman.
Somewhere in there, Jason stopped what he was doing and
got off the bed. Now it was just Sarah and Daria. She
continued to manipulate the woman's and only vaguely
wondered what would come next. Looking over she noticed
Daria watching her again. Then she felt Jason's hands on her
hips.
Jason had removed his smoking jacket and come up behind
her. Using his strong hands he repositioned Sarah so that she
was face down on the bed with her head hovering over Daria's
closest breast. He lay next to her and gently pressed her head
until her lips were only inches away from the bound girl's
nipple. Then he started rubbing her back.
Sarah felt his finger slide slowly down her spine and through
the crack in her behind. She was transfixed. She looked
down at a gently heaving and up into Daria's eyes
gleaming back at her. She looked down at the again
and over at Jason's smiling face. He leaned forward and
kissed her. Deeply and tenderly. When he broke off, he
reached up and took a fistful of her hair. Using it like a
handle, he repositioned her face so that her lips were actually
making contact with Daria's nipple.
Sarah closed her eyes and began to suck.
She had fantasized about this for years. A dark, deep, fantasy. Now her relationship with Jason had brought it into
reality.
After a couple of minutes Sarah opened her eyes and really
started to get into it. 'What did she like?' She brought her
hands up and grasped the nearest breast. She squeezed it
rather hard to make the skin taut and sensitive. She nibbled on
the nipple and swirled her tongue around it in lazy circles. She
was gratified to hear the bound woman moan through her
nose. She inched forward and repeated the performance on the
other breast.
For a while Jason continued to rub and tweak Sarah's behind
as he watched her. Then he moved back down between
Daria's legs and did something else that caused her to writhe
with pleasure.
Jason let this build for a while. He randomly tickled and
prodded Daria's clit in preparation for what was to come. He
wanted her at a high pitch of excitement.
He watched Sarah as she increased the tempo of her assault on Daria's breasts. She seemed more animated in her
lovemaking than he'd ever seen her. And he was learning
some new tricks by watching. He would certainly know more
about how to please Sarah in the future. Meanwhile he was
keeping a careful eye on how turned on Daria was getting. He
wanted her deeply aroused, but he wanted Sarah to be the one
to push her over the edge. When he judged the time was
right, he moved.
Sarah felt hands on her hips again. She was pulled gently but
firmly back and away. Next thing she knew Jason pulled her
to her knees and then off of the bed and on to her feet. He put
his finger back through her collar ring and walked her around
to the foot of the bed.
Sarah found herself staring directly up between Daria's legs.
The face hovering above those legs was again studying her
carefully. But the bound girl's chest was heaving with her
labored breathing and her nostrils were flaring.
Jason moved around Sarah again. He hugged her tightly. She
could feel his stiff prick wedged up against the crack in her
ass. She suddenly wanted him to enter her from behind as
much as she'd ever wanted anything sexual. But he was
whispering in her ear again.
"OK, baby," he said. "She's all yours."
And then he simply released his hug and stepped back.
Nothing. For a long moment nothing. Sarah started to look
around to see what Jason was doing, but she felt his hand
come up and grasp her hair again. He positioned her head so
she was again facing directly toward the bound girl. Then he
pushed her head slightly forward and pulled up so that her face
was angled down toward Daria's crotch.
His hand withdrew.
More nothing. Sarah's heart was beating wildly. The on
the bed seemed frozen in place.
And Sarah, hardly thinking about what she was doing, inched
forward. She climbed slowly up onto the bed between the
bound girl's knees. She gently grasped a thigh with each
hand. She seemed drawn to Daria's wet crotch. The lips
were splayed completely open. Her pubic thatch was either
neatly trimmed or it just grew very short. The hair was fine
and very dark. Her moist skin was almost sparkling in the
candlelight. She could actually see the girl's heartbeat in her
pussy.
Sarah sat on the bed, leaned forward, and touched the
pulsating flesh. She was surprised to find it felt exactly like
her own. She then wondered why this should surprise her.
She pressed the little hood back and looked at Daria's clit. It
seemed rather large to her. She touched it with her finger.
The bound woman almost jerked in response. Sarah touched
it again. And then began rubbing two fingers in a gentle
circular motion as she did when fingering herself to orgasm.
She heard Daria grunt and moan in response. Looking up she
noticed the woman had again closed her eyes.
For a long time nothing else happened. Sarah just kept
fingering Daria's clit and observing her reaction. Then she
closed her own eyes and could almost feel how the bound
woman must feel. Lying there, completely restrained. Her clit
being rubbed and teased continually. And she knew what she
wanted -- what Daria must want. Almost without thinking,
she repositioned herself and began licking at the swollen clit.
At first she just dabbed at it with the tip of her tongue. She
found that she liked the aroma and taste. She was using one
hand up above to hold the clit open for easier access. Her
other hand was pressed down beneath her, the fingertips
lightly touching the skin on Daria's ass. But as the moments
passed, her tongue movements became longer and deeper.
She felt her lips touching the warm wet flesh around the clit.
Daria was moaning loudly now.
Sarah quickened her movements. Her lips now covered the
entire area of Daria's upper around the clit. the
tasty flesh into her mouth, she squeezed her lips together. The
little bulb popped up at the pressure. And Sarah started
licking and swiping at the hardened fleshy nub in earnest. She
wasn't quite sure what she was doing. She just wanted it to
feel good.
Sarah was also using her hands. She had moved one finger
into the bound woman's and pushed in and out like a
penis. Somehow it didn't feel big enough, so she pulled it
back and replaced it with two fingers. That was better. She
repositioned her mouth and tongue. Lubrication oozed
around her fingers and dripped down along the crack in
Daria's ass. Sarah brought her other hand around, slicked her
finger in the slimly goo, and then carefully inserted it into the
bound woman's anus. She was rewarded by hearing a great
sigh from above. The twitching and throbbing of the whole
crotch area seemed to increase.
She started moving her finger in and out of Daria's rear and felt delight in listening to the noises the bound woman was
making. Sarah was getting amazingly turned on herself. Her
own crotch was incredibly wet.
Daria was thrusting her pelvis against Sarah's mouth to bring
herself off. Sarah was trying to help her, but she must not be
doing something exactly right. As horny as the bound woman
seemed to be, she didn't seem to be any closer to coming.
She felt Jason at her side again. He moved in and lay next to
her. He grabbed her hair, pulled her head gently away, and
took over licking Daria's twat. Sarah's fingers were still
buried in the bound woman's holes. Not knowing what else
to do, she kept up her stimulations. But the pitch of Daria's
excitement quickly elevated and Sarah could sense she was
getting very close, very fast. Jason obviously knew some
tricks she didn't. Something in the back of her head told her
she would have to find out what they were.
Jason was still holding Sarah's hair when Daria made an
agonized moaning noise. Quickly, Jason pulled back, pressed
Sarah's face back into Daria's crotch and whispered, "Finish
her quickly. Lick hard and very fast."
Sarah did. The bound form started writhing with renewed
intensity and the moaning noises from above had turned into
hard quick grunts. Daria was virtually bucking her pelvis into
Sarah's mouth. Jason had rolled over onto Sarah's back and
slid his dick into her slippery cunt. He was pumping in
rhythm with Daria's bucking.
After only a couple minutes of this Sarah heard a kind of
shriek from above. The pelvis under her lips went stiff and
began lifting up off the bed. Daria was pushing herself as hard
as she could into Sarah's face. Sarah could feel the
contractions of the bound girl's orgasm through her lips and
fingers. The prick inside her just kept pumping and pumping.
It was positively the most erotic moment Sarah had ever
known. She experienced a small orgasm of her own in
response.
"Keep licking," Jason whispered into her ear, "but gently."
Sarah knew exactly what he meant. She knew how nice it was
when Jason would continue softly licking around her clit
without actually touching it after she had come. She did this
for Daria and heard a moan of contentment from above.
She felt Jason ease himself out of her and get up. After a
while, Sarah stopped licking. She pulled her face back and
looked down. She had never looked at another woman's
anatomy that closely before. The light was dim, but her eyes
were adjusted. It was hard to see much detail in the flickering
candlelight, but she found herself powerfully aroused at what
she saw.
Jason was making little noises around the room but she hardly
gave him any notice.
Sarah turned her head and pressed her cheek against the
warm, moist hair. She used Daria's pubic mound as a kind of
pillow and started thinking about what had just happened. For
a long while her face remained blank as she tried to collect her
thoughts and sort out her feelings. Then she smiled.
She felt Jason's hands return to her hips. He pulled her back
down toward the foot of the bed. He stood her up, positioned
her so that she was facing Daria, and refastened her wrists
behind her back.
So it wasn't over yet.
She looked again at the wet crotch below her and then up into
the flushed face near the head of the bed. Daria's gag had
been removed and her breathing was returning to normal.
Sarah felt a powerfully renewed lust at the sight. Of course it
wasn't over. She hadn't really come yet, and neither had
Jason.
When he was finished with her hands, he turned her around
and kissed her fiercely. She felt herself melting into him.
"You were great," he finally said when they had broken off the
kiss. She didn't know what to say in reply, so remained silent.
"Did you enjoy that?" he asked.
It was like the restaurant all over again. She lowered her eyes
and nodded in the affirmative. Jason saw a small smile playing
across her lips.
He reached down and picked up her gag which was lying by
the foot of the bed. "Open." She did. He fastened the gag in
place and then put his finger through the O-Ring of her collar.
She looked up into his face. Giving her a small peck on her
forehead, he stepped right up onto the bed and half-led, half-
pulled Sarah with him. She found herself standing between
Daria's legs again looking down at her. Daria seemed quite
alert and even though her mouth was ungagged she said
nothing.
Jason walked Sarah up to the head of the bed, right over the
prone body. She had to be careful how she moved so as not
to trip over the or step on her. He positioned her so that
she was standing directly over Daria's head. One foot on each
side. She looked down past her own and belly into the
bound girl's eyes. They seemed to be looking intensely up at
her crotch. Jason pulled down on the ring and helped Sarah
get to her knees. She could feel Daria's flesh against the sides
of her legs and the soles of her feet.
She looked down and could only see Daria's bound arms
pulled up in front of her. She looked over at Jason. 'Now
what?' she asked with her eyes.
"Now it's your turn," he said in answer to her unspoken
question.
Sarah's mind was racing. She took in a deep breath through
her nose and tried to stop thinking about it. She carefully
readjusted her position and gently lowered herself until she
could feel Daria's hot breath on her pubic hair. Slowly she
continued to inch her body downward.
And then, quite suddenly, she felt Daria's warm mouth and
tongue attack her pussy.
Daria wasn't being the least bit timid. She seemed to know
exactly what she wanted and was going after it with a ferocity
that disconcerted Sarah. Her tongue was a blur of pressure
and motion. Her mouth was sliding across Sarah's flesh
causing the muscles in the kneeling girl's thighs to begin
trembling.
This was incredible. Perhaps it was the softness of her face.
Perhaps it was some knowledge that only women
possess. Perhaps it was Sarah's own reaction to being licked
by another woman for the very first time. But the feelings
running through her were amazing.
She could feel the bound girl's and tight nipples
pressing up against her butt cheeks as she was being licked.
Sarah hung her head and breathed heavily through her nose.
The gag caused her to take quick shallow breaths and the lack
of oxygen seemed to be intensifying her passion. She was
making rhythmic moaning noises as the waves of pleasure
washed over her.
Sarah felt Jason reach over and fondle her while she
was being eaten by Daria. His touch was incredibly intense.
She felt his palm press firmly against her nipple. Then his
fingers pinched her hard, rosy bud. She moaned even louder
from the pleasure and delighted even more in the feel of the
busy mouth working on her sopping pussy. The hand on her
breast withdrew.
Before Jason, Sarah had only been given head by one other
boyfriend and he didn't really know what he was doing. Jason
had been the best. But this was so much better than even that.
Sarah found herself twitching and bobbing from side to side in
rhythm with Daria's tongue. This went on for many delightful
minutes.
Then Sarah started getting close. She almost wanted to rear
up and slow things down. To draw out the pleasure. But
Daria's tongue was insistent. And the bound under her
was making grunting noises as she labored to breathe while
pleasuring the perched on her face.
Sarah started making her own grunting noises through the gag
as her orgasm approached. Daria sensing this clamped down
on the skin above and below Sarah's clit with her lips and
pressed tightly. She thrashed the little bulb lustily with her
tongue.
Sarah came rather suddenly. She made a loud whining noise
through her nose and reared up off of Daria's face. She was
climaxing wildly and the intensity had gotten to her. Daria
craned her neck to reach up after the retreating pussy. But the
distance was too great and she gave up. Letting her head fall
back she enjoyed the wonderful passionate noises that Sarah
was making and the sight of the trembling crotch hovering
over her. She found the tuft of light brown hair fascinating as
it glistened wetly and quivered.
Jason pulled Sarah up and off to one side, laying her face
down on the bed along side Daria.
A little earlier, when he'd finished fondling Sarah's breast,
Jason had again gone down between Daria's legs. He started
carefully and gently licking her towards another climax. By
the time Sarah had come, Daria was close too. But he
wouldn't push her over the edge until after Sarah had finished.
Then when it happened he hadn't finished her off right away.
Instead he moved up quickly and pulled Sarah off.
Then, while Sarah lay panting on her belly and coming down
off of the climax, Jason hurried back and licked Daria a little
more until she was right on the edge of a second tremendous
release. When she was quite close, he scooched up and
plunged himself into her sodden pussy, grinding his own pelvis
into hers and driving her over the precipice to another jarring
climax.
Daria quite literally screamed with pleasure. Sarah turned her
head at the sound and watched her come. She was amazed
how beautiful the bound looked while in the throes of her
orgasm. And for a moment Sarah thought that was the end of
it. But it wasn't. Jason, wasn't quite done.
Now it was his turn. But rather than come in Daria, he gave
her a couple of last minute pumps and a long romantic kiss.
Then he quickly withdrew.
Moving over to Sarah he spread her legs and took her doggie
style for a little while. The feel of his balls slapping up against
her supersensitive was making her ready for another
orgasm. He stopped for a while and reaching down played
with her clit in a way he'd never done before. She found
herself ready to come again in surprisingly short order.
When he felt she was quite close, he removed his hand and
carefully pressed his dick into Sarah's rear hole. She could
feel the bulbous head of his prick slide into and past her
sphincter. She loved that. And of course she'd never had
anything like it under these circumstances. It only took a half
dozen firm pumps before Sarah screamed into her gag for a
second time. And with a few additional pumps Jason shot his
load into her firm, round ass.
After that, the only sound heard was heavy breathing all
around. For a long, long time no one moved. They were all
exhausted and glowing.
Eventually Jason got up. Gently pulling Sarah to her feet, he
released all her restraints including the collar. Then he
climbed onto the bed and did the same for Daria. Sarah stood
dumbly, not knowing what to do, as Jason worked the knots
on the soft ropes. Once both were completely free and
naked, he strolled off to the bathroom to fetch some warm
washcloths.
There was an awkward moment when the two found
themselves alone in the big room. Daria took the initiative
and, climbing out of bed, walked up to the taller girl. She
looked directly into her eyes and studied her face as if she
were trying to fathom something. Sarah didn't know what to
say or do, so she simply stood there with her hands hanging
limply at her sides.
Daria took Sarah's face in her hands. Pulling her face down
she kissed her full on the mouth. It wasn't a heated passionate
kiss, but a tender romantic one. Romantic, but there were
tongues and some heavy breathing involved before it was
over. Then Daria released Sarah's face and said, "Thank you.
That was fine."
In a weird way, Sarah felt proud. And this went beyond just
pleasing Jason. Somehow Daria's approval unleashed an inner
pleasure she had never suspected existed.
* * * * *
After they'd mopped up a bit, Jason suggested they take a
little nap before showering and heading out for a late supper.
Both enthusiastically agreed. So he set an alarm and they
all lay down together.
Jason was in the middle. Sarah was nestled up against him on
one side, already asleep. Daria was lying on his other side.
She was facing him and toying with his chest hair thoughtfully.
His eyes were closed but he wasn't yet asleep. Daria's eyes
were open.
"That was really nice," she said quietly.
"Hmmm," he responded with a more-or-less affirmative tone.
"Pretty pleased with yourself, aren't you?"
He favored her with another 'hmmm'ing noise. This one
sounded almost smug.
She reached down and took his now lax prick in her hand.
"Good dog," she said.
He chuckled.
"Next time, . . ." she said and didn't finish the thought.
"Hmmmm?"
"Next time," she said, "I want to run the show." She gave his
prick a little squeeze and watched as it half inflated.
"Next time?" he half mumbled.
"You know what I mean," she said, rubbing his member so
that it started to come more fully to life. He good-naturedly
swatted her hand away. He'd had enough for one night.
Daria smiled to herself and thought, 'last one standing.' She
continued, "I want to sit naked in that big chair in the corner
and have Sarah on her knees before me licking my twat."
"Hmmmm."
"I want her cuffed and collared. I want to hold her leash and
call the shots." She brought her hand back up to his chest.
"What do you think?"
"Hmmmm," he said. "We'll see." He yawned and then said,
as if to end the conversation, "We'll have to see how Sarah
feels about that."
That was good enough for Daria. She whispered, "Go to
sleep."
"Mmmmmm," Jason agreed. It had been one hell of a double
date.
Daria was sure there would be a next time and that she'd get
her way. She propped herself up on one elbow to look at
Sarah. 'Beautiful' she thought. She imagined that mouth
totally at her command and felt a small sexual rush at the
thought. Reaching over Jason, she took one of Sarah's
nipples between her fingers and watched as the luscious bud
inflated. The feel of the now rigid flesh on her fingertips was
delightful.
Sarah moaned softly but showed no signs of waking.
Daria lay back and settled down to sleep. But she maintained
a tender grip on Sarah's nipple. She played with it idly as she
drifted off. 'Next time,' she thought to herself. 'Next time.'
* * * * * End of * * * * *
DOUBLE DATE
by Zebulon
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