Group Sex The Bag

Helene took the toy and the harness and slipped the dildo through the ring in front and then fastened some snaps that held it firmly in place. She then knelt before me, allowing me to step into the harness, then she lifted it up to my waist and tightened the straps, taking care that the harness was positioned just so. I realized at that moment that there was a small nub on the inside of the harness that was now resting against my clit. When I thrust in and out, it would give me pleasure as well.

Silently, Helene stood up and moved around my back. She embraced me, placing her hands on my breasts and started kissing my shoulders and the back of my neck. God! That felt good. Her hands roamed across my body as she continued kiss the back of my neck, then she moved down, kissing along the spine down to my ass.

Then I got the surprise of the evening. She spread my cheeks and started tonguing my asshole. I squealed, partly out of surprise and partly out of pleasure. It felt great. I'd never played with my ass before. I had thought it was dirty and vaguely disgusting, but here was this woman sticking her tongue up there, licking around the anus and thrusting in and out. I spread my legs to give her more access.

I think I might have cum from that alone if she had kept doing it, but Helene moved around to my front and started sucking my new cock. Of course, I couldn't feel anything, but it was sexy to look at.

"Is it lubed enough for you?" I asked.

Helene nodded without stopping her sucking.

"Okay, then on the bed."

Helene gave me a questioning look.

"On your back," I said, figuring out what she wanted to know.

She complied.

I moved to her, cupping her right breast with my left hand and placing my right over her pussy. She shivered, but wasn't all that wet yet. I licked my fingers to get them wet and then ran them along her labia, which slowly blossomed open at my touch. I alternated rubbing circles around her clit with the rubbing along her lips until she was wet. Then I slipped a gloved finger in to make sure. I leaned down suckling her breast while I finger-fucked her. I was rewarded with some low moans from this gorgeous woman. I was getting the hang of this girl-girl thing.

I moved my mouth up to her ear, nipping at her earlobe and whispering, "now I'm going to fuck your brains out. Are you ready for that?"

In response she nodded and the muscles in her pussy clamped down around my finger.

I removed my finger and positioned myself between her legs, pressing the head of my new silicone cock against the entrance of her vagina. I pressed forward and it slipped it. I stopped for a moment, and she moaned. Then I shoved it all the way in. Helene yelped, her eyes opening wide, and an almost maniacal smile coming across her face. She liked it hard.

It took me a few minutes to get the hang of using the strap-on. Going slow was no problem, but doing it roughly took a bit of practice. For the first time I gained an appreciation for the work that guys have to do during sex. But soon I was pounding her hard, so hard that she kept moving across the bed, and I had to keep pulling her back to me to keep the rhythm going.

That was frustrating. So I pulled out and flipped Helene over, rather roughly—she smiled at that. She was lying face down on the bed, her feet on the floor, and I entered her again from behind. No preliminaries, this time, I just shoved. She yelled, but it wasn't the safe word, so I kept going. Pounding harder and harder until I just couldn't go any harder.

Helene was biting her lower lip, and I could see her fingers digging into the mattress. Then she let out a scream as her orgasm hit her. I stopped my thrusting, just leaving the dildo in her—I could feel it twitching as her pussy clenched and unclenched, milking it. That little nub felt good against my clit—not enough to get me off, but definitely getting me excited all over again as it kept rubbing me from her shuddering as the last convulsions of her orgasm diminished. Then I slipped out of her.

I bent over her, kissing the back of her neck.

"Have you had enough, Bitch?" I wasn't sure about using that last word, but she trembled when I said it, so I think she liked it.

"No, mistress."

"Would you like me to fuck you again?

"Yes please, mistress."

Then I got an idea. She had given me a rimjob, so she was into anal play.

"Would you like me to fuck you in the ass?"

Helene gasped. "Oh yes, mistress, please."

I peeled off those long, black gloves, grabbed a bottle of lube and squirted some along the crack of her ass, and then rubbed it, making sure the outside of her anus was slick, and making sure my fingers were well-lubed in the process. Then I slipped the tip of my index finger into her ass. She let out a gasp, and I could feel her sphincter tighten around my fingertip. I let it sit for a minute until her anus loosened its grip a bit, and then I pushed it deeper. To the second knuckle, and then all the way. I started working my finger in and out.

"This is just a taste," I whispered in Helene's ear. "Just you wait 'til I start pounding your ass with this big dick of mine. Can you wait?"

"No, mistress."

"Do you want another finger to help you get ready?"

She nodded.

I slipped my middle finger in too, and soon I was reaming her ass hard with both. It was time.

I pulled my fingers out of Helene's ass and poured lube onto the strap-on. It was already pretty wet from the fucking before, but I figured better safe than sorry. Despite my tough talk, I didn't really want to hurt her. I'd never done anything like this before, and for a moment I didn't really know the best way to take her. Then I got another idea.

I grabbed Helene by the hair, and pulled her head back. I kissed her roughly and said, "You've been a good little bitch, so I'm going to give you a choice. I'm going to fuck you hard in the ass—no choice in that—but you can choose how you want to take it. Get in the position that'll hurt you the least."

"Thank you, mistress."

And with that she climbed up on the bed, on her knees, ass high in the air, and her head down on the pillows. Before I climbed onto the bed, I had an inspiration and picked up the pocket rocket vibrator, palming it. Then I climbed up behind her and positioned the head of the dildo at her sphincter.

I pushed, slowly but steadily. At first it wouldn't go in, and I could feel the base of the dildo pressing against my pussy. Then the head popped in. Helene let out a little yell, and I stopped, like I had with my finger, and let her anus get used to the girth of this rather large strap-on. After a minute, I pushed some more. Another inch, and then I stopped again. Then another inch and another stop. Finally I started pushing steadily, still slowly, but without stopping. Helene moaned

Soon, I was buried in her ass all the way to the hilt. I had trouble believing that this little woman could take that big dildo all the way, but she had. I started thrusting in and out slowly. I gradually built up speed until I was fucking her hard, not as hard as I had fucked her pussy, but still pretty hard.

"Can you take more, bitch?"

Helene grunted in response, which I took to be a yes. I started thrusting faster. That little bud felt even better on my pussy. Her ass gripped the dildo tighter than her pussy had, giving it more friction against my clit. I went even faster. Helene's hand wandered to her pussy, and she started rubbing her clit.

I could tell she was at the verge of orgasm, so I suddenly pushed her hand out of the way and applied the pocket rocket to her clit. I've never heard a woman yell so loud, and she went over the falls. She bucked so hard that she pushed the strap-on out of her ass, and it was all I could do to keep the vibrator against her clit. She convulsed. I mean she really went into convulsions. For a moment I was scared that I'd really done something to her. Then her hands pushed the pocket vibrator away from her, she could take no more pleasure. She lay there heaving, tears streaming down her cheeks.

I leaned over and kissed her.

"Are you all right, Helene?"

She smiled and nodded, not yet capable of speech. But she didn't lay there long.

"You haven't cum," she said to me.

"Earlier I did, but not with you."

She unbuckled the strap-on and dove down onto my pussy, sucking my clit into my mouth. That little bud had gotten me worked up, and it didn't take long for Helene's tongue to finish the job. My orgasm was nowhere near as dramatic as Helene's had been, but it was very satisfying.

We lay together for what must have been nearly an hour, kissing, caressing, and holding one another. It was delicious.

Helene was the one who got up first. She kissed me again, stroked my face gently, and told me that she really enjoyed herself, as if I couldn't tell from her last orgasm. She asked when I might be coming again, and I told her I was in town for the weekend and would be back tomorrow. She sighed, saying that she wasn't working tomorrow, and while the club's owners didn't mind employees occasionally staying late to indulge themselves, they weren't supposed to come there when they weren't working.

After Helene left, I gathered my things, placed them in the bag, and went downstairs to my dressing room. I took a shower and debated whether I should sleep there for a few hours before I put on my street clothes, but I figured I would probably be more comfortable at the hotel. I left the bag and the toys in the dressing room and went out into the lobby. The staff at the front desk, a rather large and burly man at this early hour in the morning, called me a cab, and I went back to the hotel.

I woke a little before noon and ordered breakfast from room service. Then I contemplated what had just happened to me. It was incredible. I thought I had always been rather open sexually, and I knew that I hadn't done anything all that extreme. Lots of people have had same-sex experiences, multiple partners at once, and played light dom-sub games, but there's a huge difference between knowing other people do these things and actually doing them yourself. And of course few people have so many first-time experiences in one night. I had jumped into the deep-end and discovered that I was a good swimmer.

What really threw me was what I had discovered about myself. I had no idea that I was something of a dom. Thinking about it, I probably shouldn't have been surprised. I always had sex on my own terms, picking up guys and calling friends for booty calls when I wanted it. But I had never tried to dominate anyone. But being in charge, really in charge, definitely turned me on. And while I had done a little fooling around with girlfriends and had told myself that I was up for more, I had never seriously considered having sex with another woman. Now I had done it. Not only that, I had liked it. A lot. I thought about that for a while—seriously. At that moment I was really questioning my sexuality at this point. But after a few minutes I realized that while I would happily have sex with women in the future, maybe even going so far as to pick up a woman who looked nice, I really was primarily attracted to men.

Then I thought about going back to the club that evening. There wasn't any question. I definitely was.

Then I remembered the bag and the mysterious person who had sent it. I hadn't thought about that since sometime when Helene was giving me the tour of the club. Who the hell had sent it?

Having seen the club, I could rule out any of my friends. This club had to be mega-expensive, and none of them could afford to join it, much less give me a membership as a prank. The same went for most of the people at work. While we're all well paid, we're not that well paid. There was Cynthia, of course, but she would never do something like this. Even if she was into kinky sex, she'd never take the risk with someone from work.

I thought about John and Keith, the two clients here in Montreal. John was even a less likely candidate than Cynthia. Keith, however, was quickly becoming the prime suspect. Then I remembered that yesterday John excused himself from our meeting at one point to take care of something because Keith was on vacation in the Caribbean. If Keith did this, he'd certainly be in town to see the result. So I still had no clue who sent the bag.

I put the thought of who had sent the bag out of my head. It did not good to dwell on the matter. The person would eventually reveal themselves, and then I would deal with it.

I went out for a few hours to play tourist and check out the city. Montreal is a great city, and I would enjoy coming here, even without considering the Club Sans Limites. But I cut the tour short in the late afternoon and headed back to the hotel for a nap and then a light, room service dinner. I wanted to be ready for action that evening.

Around eight I called the club and said I would be coming by at ten, and to please have my things ready for me. The man who answered the phone was very pleasant and said it would all be ready when I arrived. Then I spent the next two hours in nervous expectation. Finally it was time and went downstairs and caught a cab to the club.

Going into the club seemed different this time. Of course the it looked the same. The staff at the front desk, a handsome young man who I would have been glad to pick up in a bar a week ago and a nice-looking young woman who I'd now gladly pick up after last night, were friendly—although not as friendly as Helene had been, but then she was a special case. But I was more confident. I knew what to expect, or at least I had a reasonably good idea what to expect. I knew that I was still in for some surprises.

When I got to my dressing room, the bag and all its contents had been cleaned and were laid out for me. I thought about just going naked, but decided I should have some kind of sexy accoutrements. I decided to forgo the body harness and gloves, but I put on the leather collar and boots, and again I tied my hair back in a ponytail. That had worked well last night. Then I picked up my strap-on and my bottle of lube, leaving the vibrators and other toys behind as too much to carry, and walked out into the club.

It was more crowded tonight. There were four couples scattered about the floor of the main room, engaged in various activities. And there was one threesome in the middle, where a woman was tied down over the horse. One man was spanking her, and another was teasing her mouth with his cock. That looked promising, but I decided to make a round before committing to anything.

I walked upstairs. Only three rooms were occupied with open doors. An older couple was fucking in one. Another, the room I had been in last night, had two women toying with a man who was tied spread-eagled to the bed. That looked like fun, but I really wanted some cock tonight, and three women in one room would be a bit much. The third had a well-muscled guy sucking another guy's cock. I stayed and watched that for a while, but no invitation to join them was forthcoming, so I moved on, a little disappointed but appreciative of the eye candy they had given me.

I looked over the balcony at the people downstairs. The couples all seemed pretty engrossed in one another. So the threesome in the middle looked like the best bet for my first fun of the evening. I went down and approached them.

I stood a few feet away, strap-on and harness in hand, waiting to see if they wanted more company. I looked at the man who had been spanking the woman, and who was now giving her a rimjob and realized that he was the most drop-dead gorgeous man I had ever seen. In his late-thirties with brown hair that was just starting to go gray around the temples, strong jaw, and chiseled features. His body was toned, without being aggressively muscled, tapering from broad shoulders to a slim waist and a cute butt. And, best of all, from the bulge in his leather g-string, which was the only thing he was wearing, he was very well-built down there too.

The woman looked attractive, although she was facing away from me, and since she was bound and lying face down over the horse I couldn't see her well. She looked a bit older, fortyish maybe, with short, dark brown hair. She was wearing a leather bustier, garter, fishnet stockings and high heels.

The other man was quite good-looking too, but suffered in comparison. A bit younger, he was also blond and thinner, attractive, but not as aggressively masculine and oozing testosterone as his male companion. He had stopped teasing the woman with his cock, and now she was sucking it. He looked at me, smiled, and waved me over.

"I'm Alan. I have two playmates here," he said. "If you'd like to play with George for a while go ahead, while I get Cynthia ready. She likes a triple stuffing."

I looked down at the woman and suddenly realized she was my Cynthia. My boss.

Cynthia stopped sucking just long enough to smile and say, "Hello, Jenny. I'm glad to see you enjoying your membership." Then she went back to sucking Alan's cock.

I guess I knew all along that it had to have been Cynthia who gave me the membership, but knowing something in your bones and suddenly being faced with the fact are two different experiences. I couldn't respond. Nor could I process what this all meant.

I just stared. It was Cynthia all right, but I'd never imagined her like this. I just watched, stunned, as she sucked Alan's cock and George rimmed her ass. She looked good, really good. It seemed like I stared for ten minutes, but in actuality it probably wasn't much more than thirty seconds.

I knew I couldn't stand there gawking all night, so I walked over to George, took him by the hair, made him stand up, and walked him over to where Cynthia could see us. Then I made him kneel and shoved his face into my pussy. George's lips and tongue went right to work, first grabbing and gently tugging at my labia, then his tongue sliding up between my nether lips, and finally after a few minutes of this, after I was thoroughly wet, he locked onto and started sucking my clit. He was a good pussy licker; not as good as Celine had been last night, but still very good. All the while Cynthia kept sucking Alan's cock, but her eyes were locked on mine.

I was so intent on watching Cynthia, I almost missed the warning signs of my impending orgasm. But I noticed the tingling in my legs at the last moment and grabbed George's shoulders for support as my first orgasm of the night swept up through me. It was a nice one, but not overwhelming, but I was just getting warmed up.

But I still needed some cock. I pushed George's head away and knelt down facing him. I kissed him and said, "that was quite pleasant, George. I'd like to give you a reward for eating me so well. Would you like me to suck your cock?"

"Yes, if it pleases you mistress."

"It does. You have a very nice looking cock, and I want to know what it tastes like. Stand up."

George stood up, and pulled his g-string down, taking my first close-up look at his penis. It was beautiful, some seven inches long, and nicely thick. It was mostly erect already, with the head poking out of the foreskin. I took it in my right hand, rubbing down the length of the shaft and exposing the head completely. I knew it would feel fantastic inside of me.

I took a quick lick at the head, running my tongue along the hole, catching a drop of salty pre-cum. Then I dove down, taking most of his shaft into my mouth, and started sucking in earnest. I really like sucking cock, and this was one of the nicest I had ever been presented with. After a bit I switched up, pushing his penis up against his stomach, and tacking the underside of the shaft, occasionally dipping down to take his balls in my mouth.

All the while I kept glancing over to Cynthia. She was still watching, but Alan had moved around and was fucking her from behind. I only wished I weren't so busy. I would have liked to watch them. But there would be plenty of time for that.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to find out if George fucked as well as the looked and tasted. I stopped sucking and laid back onto the floor, pulling George down on top of me.

"Fuck me," I commanded.

"Yes, Mistress."

I could feel him rub the head of his cock against my labia, finding the entrance to my vagina, then he pushed forward and entered me. It felt wonderful as he filled me. He started thrusting back and forth, and I wrapped my legs around his torso, matching his thrusts. We fell into a rhythm almost immediately, as if we'd been lovers for years.

I looked over at Cynthia and Alan. He had unstrapped her from the horse and had laid her on the floor next to me. He was now fucking her missionary style too. I reached over and grabbed Cynthia's hand. She gripped mine back tightly.

It didn't take long for George to bring me off a second time. This orgasm was bigger. I don't think it screamed—it was probably more like load moaning. Five or six major contractions and then a lot of little ones as George stopped his thrusting, holding his penis inside me. My vaginal muscles kept tightening and loosening around his shaft. God, it felt good. Then, slowly, he started thrusting again.

Then I had an idea. I don't know what made me think of it. Maybe it was because I was still holding the strap-on in my left hand. I'd never given any thought before to pegging a guy before, but suddenly I wanted to take this gorgeous man who was standing in front of me.

"George."

"Yes, mistress."

"Do you like to be fucked in the ass?"

"Yes, mistress. Very much."

I slipped off of him, letting go of Cynthia's hand, somewhat reluctantly, and stood up. I attached the strap-on and told George to assume the position. He got down on his elbow and knees, ass high in the air.

I applied a generous amount of lube to the dildo, and then to the crack of his ass, working one of my well-lubed fingers into his asshole in the process. It was tight, gripping my finger so hard it almost hurt.

"Relax, I'll go slow at first," I told George. Then I worked a second finger in, and started moving them back and forth slowly. George exhaled, and his grip on my fingers loosened a bit. I moved my hand a bit faster, keeping it up until could withdraw and insert my fingers quite easily. It was time.

I positioned the head of my dildo at his anus and gently pushed forward. There was a moment of resistance, then the head of the dildo popped in. George gasped, then relaxed. I held it there a moment, and then started pushing slowly deeper. One inch. Two inches. Then three. Soon I was buried to the hilt.

I started thrusting in and out, slowly at first, but picking up speed as I went. Soon I was slamming George pretty hard, but he didn't seem to mind, letting out a low groan of pleasure each time I drove the dildo back deep into him. I reached around and grabbed his cock, giving him a handjob. It was rather tricky at first to get the rhythm of both hand and dildo working in sync, but I got it after a minute.

It didn't take George long. He'd been building up to this all night, and my stroking his cock sent him over the edge. He erupted all over my hand. I kept stroking, but slowed my thrusts, eventually pulling out of him. I shoved my hand in his face, telling him to lick his cum off it, and he dutifully complied. I can't describe the thrill of having this beautiful man do whatever I said.

I looked over at Cynthia and Alan. I'd forgotten about them as I had gotten busy with George. They had finished fucking and were watching us.

"Now, are you ready to be triply fucked?" Alan asked Cynthia.

"Yes, Master. If you desire it."

"Now go prepare your fellow slave so he is ready for you. The faster you get him hard, the faster you'll be fucked."

Cynthia crawled over and took George's cock in her mouth and began sucking. I moved over and sat next to George, watching the pair. I noticed George was still hard. He evidently hadn't cum, and he was slowly stroking himself to keep himself that way. I reached over and took over that duty as we watched. It was the least I could do for his sharing George with me.

"It won't be long," says Alan. "George has a rather short refractory period. He's ready to get back in the saddle in minutes. He's really an amazing fellow."

"Are you lovers?" I asked.

"No. I mean we have played together on occasion, but neither of us is really into other men. Usually we team up with another sub woman. We play with Cynthia whenever she's in town, but we've been looking for a dom woman to join us regularly. She told us you were coming to town this weekend and might be joining the club, so she arranged for us to meet."

All the while we were talking I was getting my first good look at Cynthia. The business attire I was used to seeing her in showed that she had a nice figure, but it obviously covered up a lot. She is quite petite, about 5' 3" and small framed, but she sported a very nice pair of breasts that her business suits hid quite well. They were still firm and capped with big pink nipples. She also shaved down there, completely. I wax and keep my hair down there trimmed short, but I'd never thought of Cynthia doing it, much less taking it all off. She really is a beautiful woman.

Alan and I continued chatting as I slowly stroked him to keep him hard, but he was right. George was ready to go again in less than ten minutes.

Alan orchestrated this next phase of our session. He handed me another strap-on that was identical to mine; it must have been Cynthia's. I exchanged it for the one that I had fucked George with, and once I had it cinched up, Alan had me lie on the floor. He then grabbed Cynthia by the hair and led her over to me.

"Fuck your friend for me," he commanded her. And Cynthia lowered herself onto my silicone cock. I was face to face with my boss for the first time that evening.

Then Alan snapped his fingers, signaling to George. He pointed, and George obediently moved behind Cynthia. A moment later she gasped. I couldn't see it, but he must have penetrated her anus with that rather large cock of his.

Then Alan placed a foot on either side of my head and fed his cock to Cynthia's waiting mouth. This was the triple-stuffing that he had been talking about.

Cynthia began to rock back and forth on my faux-cock as George thrust into her, and with each forward thrust she engulfed Alan's cock with her mouth.

I tried to match her movements by thrusting my hips in time, but Cynthia's hips and thighs kept me pinned to the floor; she was using me as a base to steady herself. So there wasn't much I could do but watch, but it was quite a view. As I said, I couldn't really see George, but Cynthia's body and movements were on full display for me. Her nipples were hard as rocks, pointy as pencil erasers. Looking straight up I could see her blowjob technique from below. It was an angle I'd never seen before, watching Alan's balls swing back and forth every time Cynthia thrust against him.

I couldn't get any sensations from Cynthia's vagina against the dildo, of course, but I could feel that little nub move back and forth against my clit as she moved and with each of George's thrusts. It felt good and was getting me worked up, but it wasn't enough to get me off.

Alan, unsurprisingly as he'd been building up to it all night, was the first to cum. As he groaned, George stopped his thrusting for a moment, allowing Cynthia a chance to milk Alan's cock of the last drops of semen, then Alan withdrew his rapidly deflating penis.

Cynthia looked down at me.

"You had better have saved me some of that cum," I told her sternly. She nodded yes in response, unable to speak with her mouth full.

I reached up and pulled her head down to mine, and we kissed for the first time, transferring the salty goo into my mouth, and then back into hers. We kept kissing, smearing the cum over our faces.

"You'd better clean that off me," I said.

"Yes, mistress." And Cynthia began dutifully licking the cum off my face as George resumed his thrusting.

I tried kissing Cynthia again, but it was difficult. George was thrusting too hard. So I just held her head in my hands as she ground against my strap-on dildo and took each of George's thrusts. I could tell from her expression that she was about to cum, and a moment later she began moaning and panting.

"Oh, God, God, uh, uh, uh, God."

She quivered and shook. It was like an earthquake happening on top of me. I heard George groaning too. He was cumming as well.

When George withdrew, Cynthia simply collapsed on top of me. I held her tight until she stopped trembling. Then I brushed her hair back and started kissing her. She didn't respond at first, but after a few kisses she started returning them, and we spent the next few minutes just holding each other and kissing.

I realized that we were neglecting Alan and George, so I broke the kiss and looked around for them. They were sitting on a nearby couch, watching us and smiling. Two other women were with them, watching as well. I looked around and realized a small crowd had gathered to watch, but was breaking up and the people were getting back to whatever activities they had been engaged in before. I gathered that the four of us had put on quite a show.

I motioned to Cynthia, and the two of us crawled the short distance to where the two men were sitting. I thanked them and we kissed. But they seemed comfortable with the two women who had joined them and looking for some new adventure, so I promised to ask the club to tell them the next time I was in town.

I took Cynthia by the hand and led her away, picking up the other strap-on as I left. I wanted some time alone with Cynthia. I didn't know if she wanted more sex that night, but I needed to talk to her. We went upstairs to an empty room, and I closed the door behind us.

"What would you like me to do, Mistress?" asked Cynthia as I unstrapped the dildo that was still around my pelvis.

I told her that the role play was over for now, and that I wanted her to join me on the bed. We lay down and just looked into each other's eyes for a few moments. Finally I spoke.

"I can't believe you bought me the membership to this club. How did you know I would take to it."

"Well, I don't know what I find harder to believe, that I actually screwed up the courage to do it, or that you followed through and came here. But I had my suspicions that you might be a bit kinky."

"Well, I had no idea. Before this the kinkiest thing I'd done was a little mutual masturbation with a girlfriend. I've been pretty vanilla. I was happy with my sex life, but after these two nights, I see there's a whole nother world of things for me to try. But the last thing I expected was for you to be into it, especially as a sub. You're so commanding and charging at work."

"I guess the sub thing is a release," she said. "You can't be in charge everywhere. It's too exhausting. To let go and have other people tell me what to do is relaxing for me. And I'm so exciting that you're a dom. We'd have fun together regardless, but that's just perfect."

"Do you do this at home too?"

"Not so much. I try to keep my play a few hundred miles away from home so no one finds out. But there are few discreet couples I play with sometimes. I'll introduce you. And now, of course, I've got another friend to play with at home. That is, if you want to, of course. Our professional relationship won't change one bit regardless, and we'll still be friends even if you don't want to play."

"Oh, I definitely want to. I want to explore my bi side more, although I'm pretty sure that I'm mostly into guys."

"Me too. I've got a strong bi streak and really enjoy women," she said. "But I couldn't live without a good stiff cock."

It was weird to hear her talk like this. But I could get used to it.

She told me that she had gotten me a three-year membership to the Montreal club. Club membership fees were usually non-refundable, but she'd worked a deal with the club to get a refund for most of it if I had refused it. She also admitted to arranging for Helene to take special care of me on my first night.

"What have you discovered about yourself?" she asked.

"Oh, God. Like I said, I've discovered that I'm a bit bisexual, but there's just something about muscles and a hard cock that I can't do without. I think I kind of knew I wanted to play around with women, though, at least in some recess in the back of my brain. But the dom thing came out of nowhere. I had no idea that was lurking underneath my skin. I really get off on telling people what to do." She smiled again.

I leaned in and kissed her again. Cynthia was irresistible when she smiled.

"Are you up for a little, gentle, vanilla love making?" I asked. "Vanilla is one thing I haven't tried here yet. Is it allowed here?"

"Well, I won't tell anyone if you don't"

She kissed me again, and I rolled onto my back pulling her on top of me. She then slipped down and took my left breast into her mouth. I just leaned back and let her take me, too tired to keep playing the dom. After a few minutes of playing with my left nipple, getting it nice and hard, she switched and did the same to the right. I love to have my nipples played with, they're so sensitive. But all too soon she journeyed south, stopping to tongue my navel for a few moments, then on to my pussy.

She gave me several minutes of delicious frustration as she kissed the inside of my thighs and mons, and as she sucked my labia into her mouth, doing everything except touch my clit. When she finally clamped her lips around my bud it was a blessed relief.

After a few minutes of just lying back and enjoying, I asked her to swing around on top of me again, and we settled into a sixty-nine.

Cynthia's pussy was sweet and it didn't take long for both of us to rock into another orgasm. I was the first to go over the falls, and when I recovered and returned to my duties Cynthia followed soon afterwards.

We held each other for a while, and then headed downstairs to the showers and back to the hotel. Cynthia was staying in another hotel, but she spent the night with me in mine. It was the first of many nights that we would be together.​