The Joneses* had been referred to me by a mutual friend as 'adventurous, but needing to push their boundaries'. The meet and greet had taken place a week before, and we'd gotten preliminaries and hard limits out of the way. I'd grilled them for two hours in a McDonald's sipping iced tea and learning who liked what where as we reviewed their sexual histories, what they'd done in the past that they'd liked, what they'd not liked, what they were curious about, and what was verboden. They'd done some light swinging with friends years ago. Helen was pansexual and Dave was bi-curious. He wanted to try pegging and she was curious about anal. I'd given them a print out of my hard and soft limits and answered their questions.
This was our second date, I'd arrived in an Uber and had a small duffel bag tucked under my chair. Dave was a little schlumpy, a high school athlete trying to hold onto his glory years, his expanding belly and thinning hair aged him and gave him a severity that looked adorable on his nervous face. Helen was a platinum pixie stretched across a ballerina's body. Her tits were minimal rises capped with pale nipples, her hips would vanish depending on what pants she wore, but her ass was firm as a gymnast's. I idly stroked Helen's hand on the candlelit table and chatted with Dave as his wife of 20 years alternated between blushing and glancing around the dining area to see if anyone was watching us. I gently gripped Helen's hand when she tried to pull away as our server appeared, and silenced Dave with a touch on his forearm as he began to order.
"Three white wines and a cheese and meat plate for the table," I informed the server and watched with amusement as she glanced at the couple across from me before vanishing back into the subdued murmur of the dining area. I carefully watched their faces as they processed that I had taken Dave's control away from him. I had done it smoothly, I hadn't made a scene, but with a simple touch, I'd made him secondary to my needs and desires. "Just like that, Dave," I said as the tension drained from his face, "That's all Domination is: Taking control of a situation and trying to take care of everyone and everything."
"'White wine' though'?" He asked with a smirk.
"I want you in fighting form," I replied, now stroking both his and Helen's hands. "No whiskey dick and sober to give consent."
"Are you really going to-"
"Helen," I admonished, giving her a soft slap on the wrist, "WE'RE really going to."
She grinned and, like Dave, began to relax under my ministrations. I could see the thoughts bubbling in their heads.
Mistress is in charge.
Mistress is going to take care of us.
Mistress is going to make sure everyone is happy.
I glanced around the restaurant and smiled at my couple. A $10 bill tucked into the hostess's hand had ensured we'd been seated in a dark private corner with them facing the dimmed room. "Helen, did Dave follow my instructions on what to wear?"
Her eyes widened and I felt Dave's hand stiffen under mine as a blush crept up his face, "Yes," she whispered.
"Dave, did Helen follow my instructions on what not to wear?"
He coughed and took a sip of his wine. "Yeah."
"Helen, spread your legs and pull your skirt onto your lap." She stared at me like a deer caught in headlights. Her eyes darted around the room as her free hand slipped off the table and began bunching the material against her waist. I caught her eyes with mine and continued to stroke her hand. "Dave, play with Helen's pussy." He coughed again, and, his hands trembling, lowered his free hand under the table and onto her thigh. Helen was lightly panting, I could see her pelvis rocking, and watched her jaw drop as she felt her husband begin to finger her under the table in a restaurant filled with diners and waitstaff. I held her eyes as he dipped his fingers into her. "Tell me, Helen. Tell me how you feel."
"Naughty," she gasped. "I feel reckless and dirty and like everything is spinning." She gripped Dave's wrist and pulled it against her, moving his fingers deeper. "I feel like a teenager. Immortal and stupid with decades in front of me." She gripped Dave's neck and pulled him towards her, resting her forehead against his. "I feel like a horny slut who needs a good hard cock."
I released her hand and lifted my glass. "There's one in front of you." She leaned forward and struggled to bring down his fly for a moment, before sliding her hand between the metal teeth and taking his shaft between her fingers. Dave's eyes fluttered shut and he took a shuddering breath as she began to stroke. "Dave, look at her and tell me what you feel."
HIs eyes open, "I feel like my dick's a two foot long firehose and the only thing it wants to do is fuck and cum." I leaned forward, watching them bask in each others nearness. "I want to throw Helen on the table and plow her like a whore in heat. I want to shove my cock all the way into her pussy and never take it out." Our little corner was beginning to take a brothel-like odour as my couple continued to quietly stroke each other.
"Dave." His head turned as if he was in a dream. "Let's go someplace where we can fuck." He nodded and groaned in misery as Helen reluctantly pulled her hand from his pants. He tossed some cash on the table and we quickly shuffled out of the building leaving a pungent trail of eau de baise. We piled into their car, Dave drove as I pulled Helen into the backseat. I tugged at her skirt's waistband as she lifted her gymnast butt and in a moment the garment was on the floor and I was face deep in her. I heard Dave muttering something about unfairness as I dragged my tongue up and down her grooling pussy and took her clit in my mouth as I slid my fingers into her. Helen's hands dug into my scalp as her leg spasmed and her heel began to drum against my back. Wrapping my arms around her thighs I honestly tried to climb into her pussy as I ate, shoving my tongue in and sucking on her flesh. She clenched and squeezed my head and neck for an eternity as she came. I slowly climbed up her, pulled her face onto mine and noisily made out with her while her husband did his best not to speed while going as fast as he could.
Dave pulled into his driveway and threw himself out of the car as his wife and I untangled ourselves. Helen climbed out of the backseat and onto Dave gripping his chest and wrapping her long legs around his waist as he began grinding against her dripping crotch. Laughing, I took control of them, dragging them to the door, and shared a giggling fit with Helen as we stood there half-naked in the fall twilight, as Dave rushed back to the car for the keys. We stumbled inside and somehow found our way to the living room. I grabbed Dave and pulled his face to mine as his hands groped at me. Stroking my ass. Feeling my pussy. Squeezing my tits. Helen came up behind me, slid her hands under my blouse, under his hands, taking my tits from him, tugging at my nipples as her husband fought with my buttons, my pants having vanished somewhere between the restaurant and house. I closed my teeth against his probing tongue and smiled into his eyes as they popped open. I gave him a push and he fell back onto the couch. "Get undressed, Dave. I'm here to fuck," I ordered as his wife left a hickey on my neck. I turned and took Helen in. Her pale skin was inflamed with lust, her gem hard nipples jutted skyward, and her pussy left streaks of want as she ground herself against my thigh. I wrapped my arms around her and sank to the smooth cold hardwood. I knelt above her and brought my pussy down against her's, gasping as her clit struck mine. I pulled her firm leg against my chest and began humping against her as she drove her pelvis upwards into me. Movement caught my eye, and I seized control without mercy. "Dave! Take your hand off My cock!" I snarled. He looked confused for a moment, but stopped jerking his pretty glistening cockshaft. "Shove it in your slut's mouth!" He scrambled off the couch to the floor; finding a comfortable position straddling Helen's chest and pumping against her face.
"Do you like fucking your slut's mouth?" He moaned something unintelligible so I turned and slapped his ass as firmly as I could. "Answer me, you naughty boi! Do you like fucking your slut's mouth?"
"Yes," he choked out. All I could see was his flexing ass and his sweaty back as he drove his crotch forward over and over. "I love fucking my slut's mouth!" He leaned back, leaving just the head in her mouth, reaching behind his back and savagely twisted her nipples. "I love fucking my slut's mouth," he roared as he came. Dave slid off Helen's makeup smeared face and pulled her to him, snowballing his cum, as I brought his wife to another squealing climax. Dave flopped backwards as I stood unsteadily, began rummaging inside my duffel bag, and pulled out my strap-on, a packet of condoms and rubber gloves, and a large squeeze bottle of lube.
Helen and I helped Dave up and lay him on the couch. I positioned Helen on his face and we both praised him as his cock sleepily twitched back to life. Helen shimmied happily on his face, as I rolled a condom over my cock and began lubing up. Rubbing the unscented lube into my cock, then taking Dave's and stroking him with one hand as I began coating and fingering his asshole with the other. I'd expected Dave to be leery of penetration, but he pulled his knees up like a true slut, opening his ass for me. Using my thumb as a guide, I slipped the head into his asshole and played with his balls while Helen stroked his cock and sometimes suckled the head. Dave was busy eating his wife like a honey and cream coated peach as he mauled her pale nipples and didn't give us a second thought as we lay claim to his cock, balls and asshole. I began pumping gently and marvelled as after only a few strokes my belly was pressed against his tightening balls. I pulled his knees onto my shoulders and began fucking his slutty boi pussy, watching as the muscles in his thighs shivered with each impact. Helen mewed and sighed as she stroked his cock and didn't even flinch when Dave came again, showering all three of us. She shivered with lust as I pulled the strap-on out of her husband and fell back onto my butt. I watched as she clambered forward over her husband; cum, sweat, lube, and drool coating her neat little breasts, making her nipples shine. She dragged herself on top of me, smearing our love across my body, and kissed me hungrily. "Janice, fuck my ass," she whispered, her hungry pussy grinding against my pelvis, before crawling back to the couch and draping herself over Dave's heaving cum-soaked chest. Reaching back, she grasped her asscheeks and pulled them apart as her husband wrapped his weary arms around her. I rolled the used condom off and tossed it and my gloves into a nearby trashcan.
"Are you sure, Helen?" I asked as I admired her pink asshole and oozing pussy sitting on top of Dave's lube polished and twitching cock
"Fuck my asshole. Fuck my asshole. Fuck my asshole. Fuck my asshole," she began chanting as Dave kissed the top of her head.
I smiled and reached for the lube and a fresh condom.
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* Names have been changed to protect the horny
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