The Stagers (10 page)

“Not a clue, but I’ll take what comes.”

“As long as it’s you, right?”

“Of course.” He chuckled. “Go home and rest up.”

“You too,” she said, closing the door tightly behind her.

Stopping in her office to gather her purse, she took the chemise and carefully folded it back between several layers of tissue paper, adding her blindfold and cording, placing it in her carry all. That night, she didn’t allow herself to think about what Van’s plan was. She kept busy cleaning her condo.

The next day, she went to the salon, had her hair cut and styled, and decided to let her normal bikini wax go a bit further. By the time she left the salon, her pussy was completely bare of all hair instead of the small, trimmed stripe of curling hair she normally sported.

The rest of the day, all she could think about was what Van would say when her bald pussy was revealed. With every touch of material to her clit and lips, she moistened more. That afternoon, she thought to nap and paused, lying naked on her bed, smoothing her skin with lotion. She found herself using two fingers to satisfy her lust.

With her eyes closed, she imagined what she’d look like in all white. Virginal, she decided, until he’d lift the hem and find her bare pussy. Clenching her thighs, the moist heat flooded from within. With a resigned sigh, she turned and pulled her dildo from the draw. Her fingers made circles against her clit while she sucked the plastic phallus. When it was slick, she pushed it between her lips, her pussy accepting it readily. One hand pinched her own nipple. The other worked the toy in her pussy. She was so close to coming, but orgasm was still elusive, so she left the toy to weigh her pussy and slid her wet finger in her anus. At first she stilled, her body adjusting to the intrusions. A harder pinch to her nipple and she slid her finger in and out of her anus as if it were a small cock. With the toy still embedded, she imagined Lyle’s cock in her pussy and Van’s up her ass. That image pushed her over the edge, and she came with abandon, her head thrashing from side to side as she used her other hand to pump the dildo in her pussy.

“Damn,” she whispered, amazed at her relaxed attitude about satisfying herself. Generally, it was an exercise in futility. Since meeting her men, it became a static wellbeing that resonated through her body. She realized it was a feeling of contentment. She napped until the alarm woke her at five to shower. She grabbed a light snack, so she wouldn’t be drinking on an empty stomach.

* * * *

Arriving promptly at seven, she had butterflies in her stomach at the concept of what might happen tonight. While she’d tossed jeans and a T-shirt in her carry all, she wore only a large, navy blue smock-like dress she used to cover her clothing while she worked. Tonight, it made the perfect cover for the chemise. She’d chosen three-inch black pumps to finish her outfit. This was the most daring thing she’d ever done, going out in public half dressed. Her pussy was wet from all the ideas she’d dreamt up while dressing. Farrin wondered if they would be able to see her essence on her naked thighs when the time came.

* * * *

Lyle pulled his vehicle beside hers. He wore a sly grin she’d seen the night they played principle, librarian, and student. He wore shorts and a T-shirt with sandals.

“Hi,” he said lightly, waiting for her to gather her purse. “Are you as excited as I am?”

“Actually, I’m very relaxed,” she started and laughed at the grim look he gave her. “All right. I’m a bit nervous, but mainly about driving over here dressed like this.” He looked at her from head to toe and smiled broadly. “You naughty girl. There’s nothing under that shirt, is there?”

“Of course, I’m wearing my gift.”

“Me too,” he confessed, letting his hand drop to his crotch, giving his cock a tug. He reached to take her arm. “Ready?”

“Yes.” Van opened the door before they got to it. He was a sight, she decided, wearing only a pair of black silk boxers. Lyle let out a wolf whistle at the sight of him.

“Come in, you two. Let’s get a drink.” His voice was calm and even. He waited to lock the door behind them and ushered them to the poolside. It was beautiful, Farrin decided. Twinkling lights lit up the yard and patio area. The underwater pool lights were on, reflecting the rippling water.

“I decided on margaritas tonight. Either of you prefer something different?”

“Not me. Margarita night it is,” Lyle answered.

“That’s fine with me, too.” Suddenly she was nervous. She put her bag on the patio near the back door and hesitated. With a deep breath, she reminded herself she could end this whenever she wanted, if she wanted. Accepting a glass of the cold concoction from Van, he proposed a toast.

“To good friends,” he said, and everyone agreed, clinking their glasses before taking their first sips.

“I feel over dressed,” Lyle said, putting his aside. He kicked off his sandals and tugged his T-shirt over his head. He tossed it toward a lounge chair while dropping his shorts. One step and he was out of them. “Well, what do you think, Van?” He turned in a circle showing off his boxers.

“You look just right for tonight, Lyle.”

Both men glanced to her. “Okay,” she said, handing Van her drink. Each button was opened slowly, starting at the top. She shook the shirt off her shoulders and let it fall to the patio. Standing tall, she knew what the men saw. While the heels and the chemise gave her the illusion of being taller, the white cord was wrapped around her waist, tied in a loose knot. She used her fingers to comb back her hair before looking to them.

“Wow,” Lyle said. “You look amazing.”

“I’ll second that,” Van added, handing her glass back. It was all so natural, she almost laughed at the angst she’d started to feel.

“So, we all look the part. Now it’s your turn to tell us what our parts are.” She looked directly at Van, and he smiled.

“Do you trust me, Lyle?”

“Of course, Van. I trust you implicitly.” He smiled at the other man, a half smile she’d seen before. Just like the day she watched the men fuck in the office.

“Farrin, do you trust me in this situation? Are you comfortable?” Both men stared at her, and she was thankful the dark lighting hid the burning embarrassment flooding her cheeks and neck.

“I’m comfortable so far. If the situation changes, I’ll let you know.” Van gave her a quick nod in acknowledgement. He walked to the seating area and sat in one of the chairs. “Lyle, why not top off our drinks?”

“Of course, your wish is my command.” He went to the bar and grabbed the pitcher, pausing to refill each of their glasses.

“Come and stand before me, both of you.”

Farrin noted the slight change in Van’s tone and knew the game had begun. “Do you have the rest of your gifts?”

“Of course,” Lyle pulled the blindfold and cording from his shorts pocket. She was wearing her cord knotted at her waist as a belt and drew the blindfold from the large pocket in her discarded shirt.

“Farrin, please use the cord to tie Lyle’s hands behind his back.” She put her drink on the table and waited while he took a last sip of his.

“Lyle, you okay with this?” she asked, stepping behind him, running the cording between her hands. His body shivered, and he smiled broadly.

“Absolutely, tie me up, Farrin.” He placed his hands behind his back and stared at Van. She took a step behind him and wrapped the cording around his wrists, tying it solidly so it wouldn’t slip.

Van stood and walked toward them. “Kiss for me,” he said, wrapping an arm around each of their waists, bringing them closer. Lyle kissed Farrin lightly at first then relaxed and began to kiss her fully. Van’s hands roamed over each of their backs and shoulders as they kissed. She used her hands to angle Lyle’s lips to hers, thrusting her tongue into his mouth.

As they relaxed and began to enjoy the intimate act, she let her hands drop to each man’s crotch. Through the opening in their boxers, she took each of their cocks in hand, stroking them back and forth. Lyle hitched his hips forward while Van stood still, enjoying her manipulations. Van pushed the strap of her chemise off her shoulder, baring her breast. The night air made her nipple pucker. Van’s lips attaching to it made her pussy pulse. She groaned as he lavished her tit, still kissing Lyle’s mouth and manipulating both their erections.

They were hard, and she shivered with anticipation at the idea of bringing them both to orgasm. Without prompting, she dropped her hands. Lyle let out a groan of disappointment.

“Relax, gentlemen.” She took a cushion from one of the seats and dropped it in front of the men, lowering herself to her knees before them. Their hardened cocks bobbed in the night air, sticking through the opening in their boxers. Farrin took each man in hand and began to stroke them. First she licked Van then Lyle. Back and forth between the two, she settled on her heels, and started to make love to their erections. Each drop of pre-cum was lapped up greedily.

Farrin never knew she could become so relaxed. Both men stood tall, accepting her mouth and hands. She glanced up and knew she never wanted this to end. As she looked back to their crotches, she glanced down and saw her breast exposed. It was just another level of excitement, she decided, baring herself before them. Then she remembered she still had the best surprise to come.

“Farrin, finish off Lyle, please.” Van sounded so formal, she almost laughed, but concentrated on bringing Lyle to orgasm. With little effort, he sighed and shot his load down her throat.

“Thank you,” he whispered, a broad smile on his lips.

Chapter Fourteen

“Lyle, finish me,” Van said and broadened his stance, his feet planted shoulder-width apart. Lyle eagerly dropped down and captured Van’s cock between his lips. “That’s right, Lyle. Use your mouth. Don’t rely on your hands.”

Farrin moved closer to Van’s side and began kissing his chin and throat. From small nips to light licks, she flicked her tongue against his flat nipple. Over and over she continued until she sucked it between her lips. She felt Van tense, but he didn’t move. Lyle sat back and released Van’s cock from his lips.

“Do that again, Farrin. He just surged in my mouth.” Lyle swallowed the cock again, and she sucked harder. Van dropped one hand to Lyle’s head, softly guiding him. His other arm wrapped around her shoulders, his fingers just missing the touch to her breast she wanted.

“Make me come,” Van uttered. His hips jutted forward, and his arm went around her shoulders, holding her in place. When he came, his whole body shuddered.

“Thank you, Lyle.” Van reached to help him stand and kissed him squarely on the mouth. The men shared his essence in a hot kiss that had her pussy melting a notch further. She hoped it would be her turn soon. When they broke the kiss to breathe, Van retrieved their glasses and handed her one. He held the other and brought it to Lyle’s lips to sip, sharing the drink. It didn’t go unnoticed by Lyle that her breast was still exposed.

“May I suck on her tit?” Lyle asked, glancing first to Van and then to her for permission. Van answered he could, and Lyle moved closer to Farrin. His lips greedily sucked her nipple, his motions going directly to her crotch. With his hands still tied, she controlled how much of her breast he could suck. She found she was pushing herself harder against his lips, her hand finally coming around to hold his head in place.

Van dropped one arm and let his hand brush against her crotch. He matched the rhythm Lyle started, and she knew her orgasm was close. “Van, finger me,” she said.

“Who’s in charge?” he asked.

Farrin opened her eyes and looked at Van. He had a serious expression on his face, one she chose to interpret as reinforcement.

“You’re in charge. Please finger my pussy.” She watched him openly, wondering what his reply would be. With Lyle’s lips still attached to her nipple, she so wanted the release that had been building all evening.

“Not yet. Come for me this way.” His hand turned and cupped her crotch. “You’re hot to the touch, Farrin. I can feel your heat through the cloth.”

“I’m so close,” she said, not caring she was pushing Lyle’s mouth harder against her breast and leaning into Van’s palm. He moved his fingers against her pussy only a few times, and she came. Lightening her grip on Lyle, he continued to lick and suck her, his touch a mere caress. “Thank you,” she managed and let Van tuck a hand under her buttocks and behind her back. Letting her weight fall against his chest, he turned and walked the few steps to the lounge area. He placed her down lightly and again retrieved their drinks. Lyle sipped from Van’s glass as they all garnered their breath.

“Well, now that we’ve gotten the first one out of the way, shall we begin?” Van rubbed his palms together with a sly smile on his lips.

“Anything,” she managed to whisper. Lyle seconded her words.

“Farrin, stand up and turn your back to me.” She did as he asked, presenting her wrists behind her. His large fingers undid the knotted cord tied at her waist and used it to bind her wrists. His mouth was lightly kissing her neck, one hand holding her bonds, the other slipping around her body, moving the material over her belly and hips. The slight movement against her bare skin gave her a chill. Soon both men would know what she did.

It never entered her mind not to trust these men. In the last months, she’d come to know them as individuals and as friends. She trusted them with her career, why not her sex life? While she would never have accepted this from any man in her past, this felt right inside. It was an experience she wanted to feel.

“Farrin,” Van said, his fingers now rubbing directly over her junction. “What have you done, girl?” He continued to palm her, pushing harder. “Lyle, are you aware of our girl’s secret?”

“No.” His answer was quick, and he leaned closer to her body. “What did she do?”

The men bantered back and forth a bit, but she didn’t care. His fingers still massaged her. With her body resting against Van’s chest, his other hand rose to pinch her exposed nipple. She groaned with pleasure before she could pull it back. Van straightened behind her and held her at the waist until she steadied.

“Let us see,” he motioned Lyle to stand beside him. Lifting the hem of her slip, he exposed her bald pussy to their view. Farrin knew her body heated with embarrassment, and it made her hot. “You’re bare, Farrin. You shaved off your beautiful pussy curls.”

“Don’t you like it?” she asked, suddenly unsure of her impulsive decision.

“I didn’t say that, but you neglected to get my permission.” He used his other hand to rub his index finger between her pussy lips. When he pulled it away, he wiped her moisture on her lips. Her tongue swept at it, savoring her own taste. Maintaining character, he again asked, “Did you forget to ask permission or did you do this on purpose?”

“I did it on purpose,” she answered, holding his gaze. “How will you punish me?” She tried to hold back her smile, but it tugged at the corners of her mouth.

“Lyle, what do you think? How should we punish her?”

“You choose, just let me lick her before you start.” Lyle walked to the lounge chair and sat, leaning forward. Van gently directed her toward his waiting tongue. She stood tall, and gave Lyle full access to her wet pussy.

“Man, she is so hot and wet,” he said between licks.

“Suck on her clit until she comes,” Van told him, taking her breast in his hand and rolling her nipple between his fingers. She groaned in approval and let her head drop back on her shoulders. Farrin let her body take over and enjoy their touch. Just when she was about to orgasm, Van spoke, stopping the wonderful sensations.

“How wet is she, Lyle?”

“She’s almost liquid,” he answered.

“Then lie back,” Van directed. Lyle gave her pussy one last long lick before he sat back, shifting to get his hands in a better position before lying back. “Straddle him, Farrin. Let him fuck your pussy.” Van fisted Lyle’s cock a few times, spreading the silky boxers to expose his genitals. He picked up a condom from the table top and unrolled it over Lyle.

She did as he told her, not stopping her descent onto Lyle’s cock, now hard after licking her. Van moved behind them, and without warning, started to spank her butt.

“Next time you want to make a change like that, you’ll ask for permission.” His hand contacted with her buttocks, the slaps and taps making her grind harder on Lyle.

“No,” she said, knowing where her answer would lead. “It’s my body. If I want my pussy bare, I’ll shave it.”

“But it’s my pussy now, mine to control, don’t forget that.” He spanked her a few times more. “I should spank you until your cherry red, then you’ll remember to consult me.”

“Or me, I have a say in this, too,” Lyle chimed in.

“Just suck my tit, Lyle,” she told him boldly. He latched on and sucked her nipple, the ripples making their way through her body to his. With each continued spank of her butt, Lyle thrust upward.

Just when she began to wonder if taunting Van was a good idea, he moved away. “Stand up,” he helped her to rise, still straddling the lounge and Lyle. It was an awkward position, but she didn’t move. Behind her, she felt Van, his hands on her thighs. He kissed each hip, thigh, and cheek, mumbling about the glow of her skin. He lightly pushed her forward, bending her at the waist. It left her in an awkward, vulnerable position.

Farrin drew a breath and realized the picture they made. Lyle lay almost naked under her, his hands still bound behind his back. His cock was stiff, straining through the silk material. She was standing over him, her legs spread wide, bent forward at the waist. Her hands were bound behind her too, her chemise still baring one breast. Van was behind her, and lowered himself. He began to lick her exposed pussy and ass. His tongue bathed her, taking her essence and swiping in further up, moistening her from front to back.

“You’re hot, Farrin. Your pussy is dripping with heat. Did you play with yourself this afternoon before coming here?” She didn’t answer, and he tapped at her buttocks, reinforcing the sting. “Did you masturbate before you came here?”

“Yes, I did, and it was wonderful. I made myself come.”

“What?” She half turned to look at him.

“Tell us how you got off. What made you come?”

“Go ahead, Farrin, we both know you did it. Tell us how.”

“Fine,” she said, with an exasperated breath. She hadn’t thought this might come up, wasn’t prepared to tell them. Van’s palms grabbed her hips, spreading her cheeks wider. His tongue slid between her cheeks, just missing the touch to her anus she needed.

“Tell us, or I won’t let you come.”

“I didn’t start out to play with myself. I was slathering lotion on myself, and I knew I was horny. I let my finger dip down and rub my lips. They were wet, so I sucked my finger.” She paused, but Lyle prompted her to continue.

“Were you lying on your back or sitting on the bed?”

“Lying on my bed. After a while, my finger wasn’t big enough, so I sucked on my dildo and pushed it in my pussy.”

“Did you work it in and out? Did you picture you were sucking Van’s cock?” Lyle asked.

“Yes, for a while, but it wasn’t enough.”

“What else did you do?”

“I left it in place and…”

“Go on, Farrin, tell us how you fucked yourself until you came all over your bald pussy.” Van continued to take long licks of her pussy and ass. His fingers pinched her stinging skin, reminding her of his spanking.

“I left the dildo in my pussy and sucked on my finger. When it was wet, I pushed it in my ass and fingered it while the dildo was still shoved deep in my pussy. That’s how I came, my other hand pinching my nipple.”

“Now, was that so hard to admit?” Van asked. She felt him move away, felt the difference in temperature behind her. She heard the familiar tearing of the condom package and hoped he’d fuck her.

“That is such a hot image,” Lyle said. “I can picture you pinching your tit, a big dildo peaking from your hairless pussy lips, and your finger in your ass, pumping in and out. Did your body quake when you came?”

“Yes, and I drifted off to sleep until the alarm woke me.”

“But you took the toy out, right?”

“No, I left it in. When I took it out after my nap, I sucked my own juices off it.” Never before had Farrin been so bold and vocal. But under the circumstances, why not? This was a new experience for her, and she wanted it all.

“You had quite an afternoon, didn’t you?”

“Not as good as this. The real thing is always better.”

“Sit on Lyle, Farrin, and lean forward so he can suck on your tit.” She did as he asked and slowly sunk over his cock, impaling her body around him. She felt him twitch inside her as she moved to put him in just the right spot. Van moved behind her and braced his hand on her shoulder. With his other hand, he wiped his cock against her pussy, sliding against Lyle’s cock until he slid it higher. Van pushed his cock in her ass, and she braced for the ache.

“Oh, God, yes, that’s what I need to come. Fuck me, Van. Fuck my ass while Lyle fucks my pussy.” She’d never been very verbal, but tonight she didn’t care. She wanted what she wanted.

“I can feel the silk against my skin, front and back.”

“How does it feel?”

“Decadent,” she said after hesitating to find the right word. “It slides against my bare pussy and yours are brushing against my ass. It’s soft, and your cocks are so hard.”

He began to thrust in earnest, the men matching their strokes. Lyle sucked her nipple, and Van lightly spanked her ass cheeks.

“You should see my cock going in and out of your ass. You’re spread wide, wanting more.”

“Yes, more,” she managed, lost in the push-pull actions her body craved. She felt Lyle come, his grunt loud. His cock surged inside her, and she felt him relax under her, although he continued to suckle her tit.

“Van,” she said, and he gripped her hips harder. Her climax came in a flash, with pinpoint lights on the inside of her closed eye lids. It was like a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes as her body sucked Van’s cock deeper in her ass. She felt Van tense and come, her pussy tightening, triggering her release. They stayed in that position only a few moments before Van moved from behind her. He helped her to rise, using the cording holding her wrists tight to steady her. He untied the cord and handed her a glass. Before he moved away, he paused to suckle her exposed nipple for just a second before sliding the strap of her slip back on her shoulder.