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True Story
I was so nervous I could hardly move. I had envisioned a demanding but quiet evening with Marsha. But since introducing me to Jen back in September, and then the Halloween party, the times they apparently were a-changin’. I made eye contact with and recognized Jen immediately. There was that smile. And the big tits. The other woman took a second. But I realized it was the construction worker. The dish, the babe, the model. My pulse rate and temperature both soared and I blushed four shades into the red zone. Marsha struck up again a conversation they had apparently been engaged in, treating my arrival and presence as a mere interruption. I tried to take it all in. She was awfully cool. penis enlargement pills
More so than her guests. Big mouthfuls Jen stared naughtily at me out the corners of her eyes. The young, auburn-haired beauty tried to keep eye contact with Marsha, but couldn’t control her short, nervous glances at me. They were both nicely dressed in slacks and blouses. Attractive, all three, albeit in very different ways.
“Now!” Marsha prompted me, glancing for only a split second in my direction. I disrobed and stood there naked, entirely self-conscious, as they engaged in small talk about mutual acquaintances. I tried to stare ahead but couldn’t resist occasional peeks at Marsha’s guests.
“Who wants a refill?” Marsha asked after a bit. Everyone did. “Come take these glasses and fill them up for us,” she ordered me. “Bring Jen a clean ashtray.” She was smoking. I hadn’t seen that before. Silly as I felt, naked as a jaybird (with no erection), I did as I was told. I served up the new drinks, placed an ashtray in front of Jen and stood back to relative attention.
“Go get a cock ring,” Marsha addressed me, “put it on and come back. You need to get that cock hard. Go on.” And she continued their previous chat.
I walked into the next room where Marsha’s paraphernalia, as usual, was spread out, snapped on the ring and began rubbing my cock. I returned to the room and continued. I was nervous. My cock grew slowly. The center of attention shifted to me. “He can have a nice cock on occasion,” Marsha teased, and motioned for me to come closer. I stood next to her. She placed a hand on my butt and patted it before grabbing a handful and squeezing.
“Show us what you’ve got, big guy.” I closed my eyes; she massaged my butt, stuck her hand in between my legs from behind and fondled my balls. I rubbed my cock and my hard on grew. She continued. “So, who wants some special attention from him?” A long pause. Embarrassment. Finally, Jen spoke. I studied her more Captain Stabbin closely. She was chubby cute, almost voluptuous.
“I’ll try something. But not in front of you guys AND I don’t want him to watch either,” she ventured.
“No problem. Go get a blindfold, Mark. Get a collar and chain while you’re at it,” Marsha instructed. The younger woman pumped her fist and said “Yeah,” big mouthfuls as though she were at a sporting event rooting for her team. Jen looked excited. I marched out to get the accoutrements. On my return Marsha had me put the collar on, fasten a leash to it, and then put on my own blindfold.
“Offer Jen your leash.” I held it out. “From your knees!” I knelt. “You see…he’ll do anything. So use him however you want. Have fun, Jen.” Jen took the leash and led me on all fours out of the room, round some corners, and then closed a door behind us.
“Look,” she began. “This is a little weird for me, but it’s not everyday I get a naked male slave, so forgive me.” She began fiddling with her clothes, as best as I could tell. She sat or lay down and pulled on my leash, leading my head to the edge of the bed, between her legs.
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