Sunday, May 1, 2011
Trying Something New
Due to the nature of this story, let's just call it fiction ;).
Trying Something New
There are two girls, no camera, and a client waiting in the parking lot.
One of the girls, Annika, hands me her phone. “See,” she says. “He sent me pictures of what he wants. Just in case you were worried about consent.”
The cell phone flashes several porno screen-grabs. I recognize one from a cuckolding site I used to work for. There's an older man on his knees. His wife hand-feeds him a young stud's cock.
“And he's straight?” I ask.
She nods, then says, “He doesn't know it's happening today. I just told him he's getting a surprise.”
“So when he gets here...”
She interrupts. “He's outside.”
“Okay, so when he comes inside... Should I hide?”
“He probably shouldn't see you,” says Annika. “At first. So yeah, maybe you could hang out in the girls' restroom.”
I sit on the toilet and play with my cock - which doesn't stiffen as fast as usual. It's the first time I've been this nervous in years. Because I've never done this before and I don't exactly know what to expect.
When Annika first called me, I told her, “No promises. Older men are not my thing, so it's possible I won't get hard.”
“That's fine,” she said. “If it doesn't happen, I'll just blame it on him. It will give us a reason to beat him up even more.”
Before she hung up, Annika mentioned his “pilates body.” Probably to get me more excited. But I didn't know what she meant.
I still don't.
And I still don't like the fact that I can't yell, “Cut!”
There's a soft knock on the door and I open it. Annika's on the other side, whispering.
“Look at this,” she says, flipping through a stack of hundred dollar bills. Her eyes go wide and so do mine. “Five of them are yours.”
I pocket the cash and follow her towards a dimly lit room.
“Juelz is still working him over up front,” says Annika. She's talking about the other girl and, of course, the client. “So just wait here. I'll be right back.”
“Can I take my pants off?” I ask.
“You can do whatever you want,” she says. “This isn't a movie. You don't need to wait.”
I'm naked and masturbating when they burst through the door. Annika is leading the way and Juelz is in back. The client's blindfolded. Also, his neck and arms are stuck in a hinged, wooden board – like one of those medieval stocks.
The man's not gross – about forty, tan, and relatively lean - so I relax a little bit. Still, I'm not really dying to fuck him.
But the girls force him to his knees in the center of the room. Then Juelz pours a bottle of beer on his face and licks it up. There's some slapping. Afterward, Annika motions for me to do something.
I stand and approach, and the girls back away.
One of my hands grips the client's head. The other smacks him in the cheek. If he couldn't tell by the size of my palms, he knows now: I'm a man. Because I say something like, “For the next thirty minutes, you're going to be my fucking cum slut. Now open your mouth.”
I grip his jaw and slide my thumb inside his mouth. His tongue feels rough and wet. It's not like this isn't helping, but my cock's mostly hard from jerking off. So I do it some more and aim for his lips. Before I can enter, he clenches his teeth.
“Red!” shouts the client.
Never in my life have I heard someone use a safe word. At least not on my account. So I'm a bit confused. Especially since I haven't done anything yet.
Annika – being the responsible dominatrix – approaches the client. She rubs his chest gently. “Are you alright? Do you need a break?”
The man starts to whisper in her ear.
“I'm gonna let Juelz take over for a few minutes, okay?” says Annika.
Juelz shrugs her shoulders and Annika escorts me outside.
“I think it was a good idea in his head,” she tells me once we're in the hallway. “But you know... The reality was maybe too much.”
I probably look clueless, but I say, “I get it.”
“You're okay, right?” she asks. “I don't want you to feel rejected, or like you did something wrong.”
“No, it's cool,” I tell her.
“Well, I'm gonna go back in and see what's up.”
Minutes later, Annika returns. “So I guess he wants to eat your cum. But only if I feed it to him.”
“So...” I'm trying to figure out the details.
“Just stay here and jerk off. Whenever you come, give me a little wave. I'll step out, you pour it in my hand, and then you can go home.”
“Yeah. Is that okay?”
“Totally,” I say. “This is the like the easiest thing ever.”
Annika disappears into the room and I go to work. It takes less than five minutes to squirt in my palm.
When she sees me waving through the small window, Annika steps back into the hall. I give her my spunk, and that's that. We hug each other and say goodbye,
Later that night, Annika gives me a call. “So yeah, sorry about that. Straight people are weird.” Then in a perky voice, “But he ate your cum without gagging at all.”
“Cool,” I say, laughing.
We chat some more and I tell her, “I don't think it's just straight people. Everyone's got fantasies. Who knows what happens when they actually come true.”
“Well, you did a good job,” she says. “When you started, Juelz and I were like, 'Whoa.' She'd never seen anything like that, and was kind of bummed it didn't actually happen.”
“Sorry to disappoint,” I say. “But if you ever find another guy who wants me to slap him around, feel free to call me.” I add, “And of course Juelz can watch.”