A story - fiction - A wet afternoon - part 1

It's a rainy afternoon and I'm sitting at a table in a coffeeshop. I'm reading a magazine about photography. My drink is a large skinny latte with an extra shot. The tables in this establishment aren't the largest I've ever come across. They are about the size of terrace tables you get in Paris.

It is quite busy, but I'm lucky, so far nobody wants to share my table. For the right person(s) I wouldn't have an issue sharing the table.

I hear a voice, asking, are these two chairs free please? I look up and see two good looking, well dressed men in their early thirties. They aI say, be my guest. I continue to read my magazine and sort of overhear the two men are talking about a sailing holiday they are planning.

As I said, the tables aren't very big, and on more than one occasion the knee of the man next to me touches my leg. I'm sure that this is a coincidence due to the size of the table. Then he says, I'm sorry, I don't mean to do that. I look at him and say: Am I complaining? His friend says, he's not rubbing your leg with his, is he? He's such a tart. I say, well he is. I'm waiting for his hand on my knee, and smile. I know I'm pushing it here a bit. But I like that. They both smile and continue to talk about their holiday. One gets up and asks if I want another coffee, as an apology for his friend? I say, no thank you.

I then feel a hand on my knee. The man next to me says nothing, just leaves it there. As encouragement I widen my legs slightly and his hand moves up a little.

When his friend comes back, he looks at the man next to me and says, I hope that hand is not where I think it is. I look at him and say, where do you think it is? He looks at me and says, somewhere between your knee and your thigh, I guess. 

We introduce ourselves, as that makes it a bit easier. The hand on my knee belongs to Darren and his friend is Martin.

I close my magazine and I'm asking them about their sailing trip. They tell me about it, it's an “adult” only trip. Loosely translated as a swinger’s cruise. While one of them talks about it, the hand starts to stroke my thigh. Darren says to me, we are going over to my place for a drink and movie, care to join us. I look at him and say, what kind of movie would this be? Darren smiles and whispers, you ask a lot of questions for the little slut you are. How far is your place, I ask, as it's still pissing down. Just behind the station, which is across the road from the coffee shop we are in. What could possible go wrong I say. 

We leave, there isn't much use is running or walking fast, we'll be getting wet.

Darren's house is a three-story old Victorian building. When we get inside, I apologise for dripping on his floor. He laughs and says; you'll be dripping a lot more later. I feel my cock twitching at his comment.

Why don't we all take the soaking wet stuff off, bathrooms are there. Bathrobes are on the door.

We sit down in the living room; Darren asks what we drink. I ask for a double vodka with one cube of ice and Martin asks for a red wine. As we all seem to smoke, Darren is quite happy for us to smoke inside. He says, it's my place, I can do what I want.

So, I say, what's this; I'll be dripping more later as you said earlier. Wait and see and be a good little slut is the response from Martin.

Joking aside, let's have a grown-up discussion. We all know why we are here, but let's set some ground rules.

We then talk about the rules of engagement. Our hard limits, our safe word. Nothing is happening yet, just three guys talking about sex. As people do.

I tell them that for today I'm the submissive bottom. We do talk about our interests in BDSM and other kinks/fetishes. Just to get to know each other a bit. It turns out all of us are at least bi-sexual. It also turns out, I'm somewhat older than they are.

We agree, that from then on, I'll be their slut. Luckily the house is warm enough as I'm told to get naked. Darren, there will be two more guests over later today. Is that ok with everybody? I say, yes Sir.

When the door-bell rings Darren says,  I’ll have to open the door, take their coats and ask them what they want to drink. To ensure I know where things go and everything is I get a tour through the house. While I should be surprised, I'm not, one of the rooms is a fairly fully equiped BDSM dungeon.

Darren asks me what kind of porn we should we should watch. I BDSM with shemales and men, no surprise there I gues.

I'm told I'm not allowed to speak or look at them without permission. I'm allowed to ask for something, but there is a limit of how often. They won't tell me the limit, because when I break it, I will get punished. 

I have one last small glass of wine and some "stimulants". No more alcohol I explain, as it reduces my pain threshold.

A movie starts to play. I'm not getting into detail, as that's not what we are discussing. But it's a professional movie.

Martin puts a collar with lead around my neck. We are going to have to stretch you up for later he says, gets up up tells me to follow him. We enter a room, full of wardrobes and other storage. Martin opens a drawer, and it has the largest collection of butt plugs I've ever seen. Let's start easy, medium sized, he says. He also takes a chastity belt, as this will keep the plug in place.

Bend over he says, and starts to lube my ass. I feel a finger go in, then another one and another one. He pulls fingers out and replaces them with the butt plug and puts the chastity device in place.

He takes the leash and I have to follow into a bathroom. I need a piss and he puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me down and forces me to sit on my knees next to the toilet. He grabs my neck and pushes towards to toilet. It's clear that some of his piss will be on my face. When finished I'm told to take his cock in my mouth and clean it. 

I do that, and then some more piss comes out, I choke a bit. He laughs and says, you like that don't you? Now clean my cock with your  mouth and tongue.

We go back to the living room. Martin tells Darren how much I loved tells his friend how cleaning his cock after a piss. Well Darren says, that's convenient, as I need a piss as well. I'm told to follow, but I have to crawl. Again, I sit on my knees next to the toilet and feel some of the piss splatter against my face. I'm now cleaning his cock with my mouth and tongue. I can feel his balls twitch, which hopefully means I'm doing a good blow-job.

I'm going to increase the size of the butt plug Darren says. I'm crawling behind him, on the leash, to the previous room. He loosens the belt and pulls the plug out. He takes one that is at least two, if not three sizes bigger. Sitting on my hands and knees with my ass in the air my ass gets lubed. Slowly but surely a much larger butt-plug goes in. The belt goes back in place. I am allowed to walk now, behind him. Suddenly he turns around and slaps me in my face. I'm wasn't polite enough. I didn't say thank you Sir. Thank you Sir, please forgive me Sir.

Maybe is the answer, we'll see how you behave.

Back in the living room, I get blindfolded and must sit on my knees. Darren and Martin are discussing that they need to check how good my blow-job, deep-throat and swallow is. They can't afford me being crap at it with their friends arriving in less than two hours.  

One of them picks up the leash and pulls me forward until I feel the sofa. I feel a cock against my lips, based on size I think it's Martin. I take his balls in my hand and start sucking his cock. My tongue plays with his dickhead. I use my tongue as if I am french kissing his cock. He starts to fuck my throat, first slowly and gently, then harder and deeper. I gag and I hear them laugh. My mouth and tongue go over the length of his cock. I suck his balls in my mouth and feel them twitching. He grabs me, and rams his cock deep in my throat and starts fucking my mouth. Then suddenly a load of cum in my mouth, I manage to swallow most of it. He squeezes the last bits of cum out and his finger wipes what's on my face in my mouth. 

I say, thank you Sir. Martin removes my blindfold and says to Darren: He is good. Our friends will not be disappointed.

Darren tells me to stand up and walk over to him.The chastity belt and butt-plug get removed. Darren drops his pants and tells me to suck his cock. Which I eagerly start doing. His cock is a lot bigger and I struggle getting it in my mouth. He pulls his cock out, turns around and sits on his hands and knees on the sofa. Worship my asshole he says. I start licking and kissing his asshole. He turns around, positions me on the sofa so he can fuck my mouth. Tears are running down my face from stretch and gagging reflexes. Luckily for me it doesn't take long before he explodes in my mouth and over my face. I clean up his cock and empty it of the last drops.

That was very good Darren says. The guys will be here in 45 minutes, so you should get a shower. We'll show you were.

Entering the bathroom, I'm instructed to sit on my knees in the shower cubicle, which is the size of a normal bathroom it seems. They come in with me. As you liked the piss experience, you'll get a golden shower, before your shower they say. 

They piss all over me, some enters my mouth. Then I clean their cocks again. I feel a total slut and the evening still has to begin.

Part 2 next time.