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We don’t exchange names here. I don’t kiss and the subs never try, so that is something that is left unsaid. We rarely speak, except to ask about boundaries and safe words. So I’m surprised when she tells me her name is Tiffany. Not that I believe for a minute that’s her real name.
“Any restrictions or boundaries, Tiffany?” I ask, toeing off my shoes and sliding my shirt off over my head.
“No, sir,” she replies, lying back on the bed with her legs spread open. Her pussy is bald and her whole body is pale. My cock hardens.
“Safe word isred light. Repeat it back to me,” I demand.
“Red light.”
“Red light, what?” I unzip my pants and step out of them, folding them and placing them next to my shirt and shoes. I hadn’t worn underwear—why bother?
“Red light,sir.”
I point to the furry black rug next to the bed. “Get on the floor, on your knees, and leave the stilettos on. Also, don’t look at me again. Eyes closed or on the ground for the rest of the evening. You understand, or do I need to blindfold you?”
“Yes, sir. Eyes to the floor. I understand.”
I watch as she obeys. Heading to the wall, I grab a cat-o-nine tails whip, a butt plug, a condom, and a small packet of lube.
“You’re going to have three orgasms before I gift you with my cock. If you resist, I will force the orgasms out of you. Can you handle that, sweet little slut?”
On her knees, her hands in her lap, her gaze downcast, she answers, “Absolutely, sir. I look forward to it.”
Tiffany’s in for a long night. My cock is now painfully hard and ready for a workout.
Nine
Quinn
Smearing peanut butter on the bread, I lick my fingers and reply, “Does that make me bisexual or somethin’?”
My sister laughs through the phone. “No, silly. Just because somethin’ feels good doesn’t mean you suddenly like women. I mean, if you wanna experiment, you could always do that. But I think you’d have expressed an interest by now if you were.”
“I almost did after my divorce. Dear Lord, that prick made me want to swear off men for good, he was such an asshole!”
“Yes, he was. I’m so glad you’re not with that dog no more.”
“Well, let me tell you what happened in front of my hot-as-hades boss yesterday,” I start.
“The stuffy one with the pretty eyes and sexy lips?” she asks.
“Yep, him. Lincoln Silverstone. Well, I’d been listening to an audiobook at work, but the Bluetooth was turned off, and he heard it. And of course, it couldn’t be a boring part, it was all cocks and pussies and cum ’n shit. Girl, I musta been redder than the devil on Sunday!”
My sister laughs so hard, I hear her old hound dog start hollering.
“You woke Wolfie, didn’t you?” I ask.
She can barely breathe. “Yes!” She howls more laughter. “How are you ever gonna face that man again?”
“Girl, I don’t know. But I could swear he was amused by it. Like he thought it was hot.”
“Well, yeah. What man doesn’t like a girl who loves all that sexy shit? They’re all nasty freaks.”
I start laughing with her, then say, “Ouch,” as I put the peanut butter back high in the cabinet.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
“Shoulder.”
