June 1999, I'm well into my second year as a consultant, having signed a two-year extension with Colin in February. Money talks! And what money! The contract hours had increased even before I’d agreed to complete the first twelve months, and are now twelve hours per week, give or take, with a cap of six hundred and twenty-four hours per twelve months, including holidays. Overtime can be worked! With the new contract came a generous pay rise, too. Well deserved and earned, Colin confirmed.
I settled into the job more easily than expected. Any nervousness soon evaporated as the mundanity of the work quickly became apparent. Meal, drink, chat, and sex, not necessarily in that order, are the standard routine, and it was all enjoyable, if not scintillating. Of course, being a professional person, I work to the best of my ability and ensure the clients are well satisfied! My clients are predominantly middle-aged to elderly gentlemen of every nationality, and every shape and size. Some are fit and virile, others are rotund and less vigorous—a true cross-section of masculinity.
Most appointments are in the evenings or occasionally on weekends, which fits well with my daytime career in the NHS. I work flexi-time, usually starting at six in the morning and leaving early afternoon. The occasional weekend appointment does not disrupt my time with Ken too often.
While happy with my income, Ken has become jaded with my storytelling. After all, even I find it a bit boring now; it's the same thing week after week. Of course, he still listens and still makes love to me after each of my appointments. Reclaiming me, as Ken puts it.
However, tonight, my clients—yes, two of them—might spice things up a bit.
Alex asked me a few months ago if I could accommodate this couple. A husband and wife from India. He is a big player in Indian manufacturing, and she is a lawyer, and they like to share. She will be the first woman I have had any sexual contact with, and I'm not sure what to expect. I have researched the subject as best I can!
"Thank you for coming, Sharon. My name is Parinda, and my husband's name is Gupta. We welcome you to our table," Parinda almost trumpets as the maitre'd introduces me to their table. "Please sit beside me."
"It's my pleasure to be invited," I reply politely.
The usual small talk ensures family, work, and our different cultures. Oh, and cricket. Gupta is passionate about it.
Our first course has just been cleared away, and we're talking again when Parinda places her hand on my knee, making me tense slightly; she slowly runs her hand up my leg and over my stocking top, finding and caressing my naked flesh. Calming myself, I relax and let her play. She is the first woman to touch me in any intimate manner, and it's surprisingly pleasant; her hand is soft and smooth, and her actions light and teasing.
She tugs gently at my leg, encouraging me to give her access to my inner thigh, which I find myself doing. Fingertips smoothly glide over my flesh, exploring my inner thigh and gently urging me to part my legs just that bit more. They part of their own accord, and she is now stroking my damp crotch over my silky knickers, pushing them into my slit with her fingers, teasing at my sex. Her fingers move to the edge of my knickers and slip under them, reaching for and probing at my wet and excited hole.
The waiter approaches, bringing our main course; Parinda removes her fingers from my wanting pussy and presents them to me to lick clean. That’s a bit embarrassing with the waiter watching! But he doesn’t bat an eyelid.
They are not in any hurry, and we eat at a leisurely pace; anytime that is free of food, a finger or two is exploring my sex. Parinda is enjoying me, and I am enjoying her. My pussy feels on fire, desperate for release.
After our meal, we wander to the lounge and order drinks, sipping them slowly, allowing our food to settle before retiring to their suite.
Gupta ushers Parinda and me through the door. Parinda walks over and puts on some music, an Indian melody. Turning around and prowling toward me, she looks like a tiger about to pounce.
I am not too far wrong. Parinda grips my head in her hands, pulls my mouth onto hers, and kisses me ardently. Pulling away, her demeanor and mood change completely; I am slightly taken aback as she announces, “Now slut. I am your mistress, and you will do exactly what I say when I say it, do you understand?”
I stand frozen. She slips behind me and slaps my bottom hard, making me jump forward.
“Do you understand?” she shouts.
“Yes, yes, I understand,” I splutter.
Slap, another jump forward. “And call me mistress,” Parinda growls.
“Yes, I will,” I answered.
Slap, jump. “Do it then,” she growls.
“Yes, mistress,” I meekly reply.
“Better, take all your clothes off and be quick about it,” she commands. I quickly strip and stand naked before her. “Good and bad, you were not quick enough,” she smirks.
“Sorry,” I say.
“Bend over,” she orders.
I do as I am told and say nothing.
“You are not learning. You answer me every time I speak; do not move or utter a sound,” Parinda orders.
Slap. I am knocked forward by the force of the blow on my bottom and squeal out.
“I told you not to move and to be quiet, and you forgot to answer me before,” she bellows.
“I apologize, mistress.” I splutter nervously.
Still bent over, I expect more slaps, and they come. It’s not Parinda’s hand now, but a paddle. She lashes across my buttocks until my bottom seems on fire. I manage to keep quiet and still. Ken and I have played like this occasionally, but never this painfully.
“Good girl. That is what you will get if you disobey me; this is what you get if you are good.” She plunges her fingers deep into my pussy, at least four, I think, stretching me wide. I nearly groan, just stopping myself.
“Stand up and walk into the bedroom; I will join you shortly.” Parinda points the way.
“Yes, mistress,” I meekly reply.
I wait patiently. Parinda and Gupta walk in; both are naked. Gupta walks to the chair, his manhood swaying invitingly, and sits down. Parinda walks toward me, and I gasp. She has a beautiful body, but it is the giant strap-on cock she is wearing that makes me gasp. I’ve never seen anything like it before.
She slaps my right tit hard, making me gasp again. Another slap. I keep quiet.
“I did not tell you to make a noise,” she shouts. “Lie in the middle of the bed, face up, and spread your arms and legs wide apart. Gupta, tie her to the four corners when she is in position,” Parinda commands her husband.
Funny, we both reply correctly.
Spread-eagled, my sex hole exposed and vulnerable, I begin to have doubts about this situation. Parinda, though, is now full of gentleness as she sits astride my waist and gently plays with my breasts, squeezing and kneading, twisting and pulling my nipples. I moan gently. She slaps both breasts; I moan again. Slap, slap, slap, slap.
“Be quiet, or it will get much worse for you,” she splutters.
More gentleness. She is kissing and nipping my breasts now; I keep quiet with difficulty. Sliding down my body, she nips and kisses every inch of me, down to my wanton pussy. She sits up and stares at my hole.
“Gupta, come here and see.” He does as requested.
“Don’t just look, my husband; fill it with your seed,” she commands.
Gupta climbs atop me and slides his rigid cock gently inside of me. He moves in long, gentle strokes for a good few minutes, then leans into me and whispers in my ear, “You are doing well, just the right amount of fight.”
“Oh, for goodness sake Gupta, fuck the slut as if you mean it,” she reprimands.
He does, pounding me like a jackhammer, hard, fast, and quickly climaxing, flooding me with his warm seed.
“Move away, Gupta. Good girl, you kept very quiet; there’s always reward as well as punishment,” she purrs as she moves between my legs and starts licking at my hole, removing and swallowing all the cum she can get. Next, she moves to my pussy lips, cleaning and stretching them. I groan. She bites me – quiet is difficult! Then my clitoris is attacked; her tongue is skilled, slipping from side to side so gently it is like being tickled by a butterfly. I know she is going to make me cum. I have to be still and quiet. I tense my muscles, willing myself to keep still as wave after wave of pleasure courses through me. I am biting my lip; it passes.
“Oh, so much better, my dear. So much better. Shall we do that again?” Parinda teases.
“Yes, please, mistress,” I beg.
“Oh, better still.” She lowers herself back to my sex area, briefly teasing me. Then she slides up my body. Her boobs rub over my stomach, and up to mine. Our boobs squash together as Parinda leans down and kisses me delicately, before lifting herself on her arms and thrusting her plastic cock into my waiting hole. It smashes painfully against my cervix; it is so long and so hard, and so different from the real thing. Parinda slides it back and forth, simultaneously squirming her body into mine and making gentle movements. I have so many inches exploring my deepest recesses, only stopped by my body’s limitations.
She whispers, “When you cum, you can celebrate.”
“Yes, mistress,” I squeeze out.
She begins pounding me, speeding back and forth along my inner walls, painfully striking the very depths of my body, bouncing painfully off my cervix as she tries to push past this, too. My pleasure seems to be enhanced with each painful blow, confusing me and my body until I burst with an animalistic howl, bucking and shaking, my body’s natural reaction to the incessant pleasure flooding me.
Parinda slides her plastic cock out of me, steps off the bed, and looks down at me, slowly unstrapping her cock.
“Your turn now, my love,” she gently informs Gupta.
Where’s her fire gone?
Gupta caresses my body with soft, fluffy mittens, tickling and arousing simultaneously, pleasuring me with softness and care and tenderly teasing my nipples, belly, and sides. It’s hard not to giggle, but I don’t want to spoil the moment. Down my thighs and legs to the soles of my feet. Again, it is hard not to giggle. I can be pretty ticklish, and it takes all my willpower not to succumb to his tender ministrations. Succumbing, in other ways, is much more pleasant, and a slow, teasing orgasm ripples gently through me.
“Rabbit, please, Parinda,” Gupta asks of Parinda as he shakes off his mittens.
A well-lubricated toy slips easily into my excited maw, its noisy motor heralding the trembling vibrations that flood along my vaginal walls—setting all my tender nerves alight. Parinda reaches down and slips my clitoris out from under its hood, allowing unfettered access for the excitedly vibrating ears. Tormenting pleasure rips through my loins, quickly sending me into a world of exquisite pleasure.
The rabbit, though, is tireless and continues assaulting my body and turning the pleasure into something else entirely. Not pain, but something to be endured, not enjoyed.
“Enough, Gupta,” Parinda tells him.
My body relaxes as the rabbit is removed, and I calm myself.
Parinda releases the ties, pushes me off the bed, and takes my place. Gupta ties her, just as he had tied me, to the bed.
“Do to her what you will, no restrictions, make her scream,” he grins.
I walk out of the room, coming back in with her paddle. It’s wicked, two inches wide, and very springy – no wonder it stung so much! Without warning, I slap across her boobs, not hard, but making her scream in surprise twice, three times, slapping those beautiful orbs. Then, I target Parinda’s dark, proud nipples, slapping each one in turn with the tip of the paddle, making them grow with each threatening slap. Parinda is groaning as I leave her breasts and move to stand at the bottom of the bed and gaze at her beautiful pussy. The exposed pinkness contrasts so well with her light brown skin. It may be beautiful, but that doesn’t prevent it from being my next target.
I tickle her pink exposed pussy with the tip of the paddle, then slap her mound; she screams and shudders. Climbing onto the bed and straddling her body, I give her a view of my bum and pussy. That’s better, and I slap her open pinkness once, twice, three times in rapid succession, not too hard, just enough to make her groan and writhe. I manage to encompass the entire length of her slit, tormenting her clitoris, lips, and open hole.
Discarding the paddle, I lower myself onto all fours into the '69’ position. My pussy is just out of the reach of Parinda’s pouting mouth. With full access to hers, I suck her lips deeply into my mouth, making Parinda moan, nibbling, chewing, pulling my head back, and stretching her tender lips as far as I can. Pleasuring another woman comes so naturally. I know what she wants; it's what all women want. She is squirming and pulling against her bonds, moaning and squealing with each new sensation. Juices are flowing for both of us; mine are running out of my open pussy and dripping onto her face. Her juices are just making her ready for the pounding to come.
I tease her mercilessly, bringing her to the brink and letting her down again. Climbing off and positioning my mouth at her gaping maw, now her clitoris is at my mercy; it is bigger than mine and a nice mouthful. I may not be as practiced at this as she is, but I remember what she did to me, and soon, she begs me to stop. I don’t; even after she climaxes, I keep my tongue running over her sensitive, tormented, and engorged sex organ.
I see Gupta grinning gleefully, enjoying his wife’s torment. Then he moves behind me and thrusts his cock inside my pouting pussy; I moan in delight. Parinda is still begging for me to stop when she suddenly bucks into the air, her whole body tensing and shaking as a heart-rending scream leaves her mouth and an enormous orgasm rips through her body. Gupta slides out of me, pushes me to one side, and mounts his wife, unloading his seed deep inside of her grateful pussy.
Not to be outdone, I strap her plastic cock to myself and pounce on her when Gupta withdraws.
Positioned to gain entry to her treasure chest, I push the dummy cock into her so-red pussy. It is such a strange sensation, using a cock instead of having it used on me! I pound her hard from the start, going deeper into her than she did to me, not banging against anything; she is taking all ten inches – impressive. This is hard work, though. Who would have thought of men having to work for sex?
I relent as another orgasm engulfs her trembling body. Then I lie down beside her, lean over, and kiss her passionately.
Gupta releases her bonds, and she tosses a leg over me, pushing me onto my back and kissing me long and hard.
Gupta rolls us across the bed, still entwined, and deftly straps us together. He pulls us forcibly together, our breasts squashed into each other, and hauls us off the bed, instructing us to stand still and not utter a sound. Parinda forces her mouth back onto mine; I think she knows what is coming.
Slap, slap, slap. Parinda pushes into me with each stroke of the paddle across her buttocks. Now it's my turn as Gupta turns the paddle on me: slap, slap, slap. Parinda and I keep our mouths planted together partly in pleasure, mainly to stop us from screaming. Gupta continues his attack on our now tender and glowing buttocks. We feel relieved when he stops.
"Next time, do not neglect me," he grumps as he releases our bonds, and we fall onto the bed, still in each other's arms.
We rest awhile, wrapped together. I glance at the clock; Gupta and Parinda still have ninety minutes of my time. Gupta has left the room. When he re-enters, sometime later, he is dressed and carrying a small box.
"I have a small gift for you, my dear. Please open your legs for me," Gupta instructs.
Mystified, I do as I am told. Out of the box comes an egg-shaped object which Gupta deftly pushes into my pussy, deep as he can. "Now you can get dressed," he says.
"Can I shower first?" I ask.
"Of course, just don't lose the egg." Then he presses a button on a remote, and the egg quivers inside me. I wriggle as I walk to the bathroom, leaving the en-suite to Parinda. The quivering stops, and I shower and dress in peace; they come out of the bedroom together.
"Oh, jolly good. We're all ready for some last drinks, aren't we? Let's go down to the bar," Gupta gushes.
He presses the button once more, scrolls through the settings, and watches me quiver and moan until one setting makes me gasp.
"That's the one," Gupta cheerily exclaims.
He leaves it on as we walk down the stairs. Stepping down the stairs makes the egg move about inside me, increasing the torment, and I gasp in relief when we reach the foyer, and Gupta turns it off, giving me a moment to recover my decorum.
Parinda and I stand at the bar—sitting is a problem! I spill my drink now and again as Gupta plays with the remote; Parinda grins every time it happens! We chat until their time is up.
Gupta looks at his watch. "Alas, our time is done. It has been an absolute pleasure, dear Sharon. We do hope to see you again sometime."
"I would like that," I reply with meaning.
Gupta hands me the remote, which I gratefully take and turn it off!
In my room, I undress, remove the egg, and look at my bottom in the mirror; it is red and still a little sensitive!
A cool shower is called for!
I relax under the soothing water, musing on how educational the last six hours have been! Sex with a woman is fun, pain can be pleasurable, and an extra person adds spice.
Perhaps Ken and I can try something like this!
