‘I wish I could be as free as you are, Nadine,’ Frank said, looking at me wistfully as I dug into my ice cream sundae. I’d just finished detailing the orgy I’d attended the night before, about my starring role as I gave multiple lap dances, blow-jobs, and ate three girls’ pussies in a row before getting double penetrated by two male models. It wasn’t exactly a typical night, but I’d attended parties like it before, and after the first one, I had no problem baring all and getting right in the middle of things.
‘You could be. Right now. I can teach you,’ I said. ‘It’s not rocket science, you know, it’s just about your attitude. You have to be open, open to anything. As soon as you set your mind to it, it’ll happen. It’s like The Secret, that book you’ve never read but I know have picked up and ogled plenty of times. You have to focus on what you want, and go for it.’
‘But how can I go for it when I don’t have anyone to go for it with? I mean, girls either think I’m gay or “too nice”. I don’t know how to really be a slut, like you. A slut in a good way – you know what I mean. I’m ready, trust me,’ he said.
I sighed. We’d had this conversation dozens of times before. He always wound up dating staid, relatively boring women who wanted to go to fancy dinners and cocktail parties where the wildest thing that might happen was one woman revealing she wasn’t wearing any panties. He fell for the wealthy types time and again, ones who wouldn’t be seen below 14th Street, whereas I rarely ventured above it.
I squinted at him, then tilted my head, examining him. He was wearing dark denim jeans and a rich grey zip up hoodie over a white shirt. He sported the kind of stubble I’d always lusted after, the kind I liked to rub up against. I’d thought he was gay when we first met, and he once called me a drag queen in a woman’s body. He’d been fine with my assumption, but had been quick – perhaps a little too quick – to assure me he was straight. Now that we were getting to the heart of his sex lust, I was discovering that my original assessment had been at least a little bit correct.
‘Let’s go over this again; why won’t you come with me to one of my parties?’
‘Because, Nadine, everyone knows you there. You’re the star. I’ll be like the little hanger-on.’
‘How do you know if you don’t try it? There are plenty of very open-minded people there.’
‘I guess,’ he said, sounding totally unconvinced.
‘I’ll lead the way, you just wear your cutest underwear. Tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up.’
The more I thought about it, the more I realised that Frank wasn’t just cute; he had an air of mystery about him. A few of my friends had suggested that maybe he was bi, adding to my original hunch; this party was going to be the test. If he was into guys, I certainly wanted to watch, maybe coax him on, and I was dying to know exactly what kind of package he’d been keeping under wraps in his designer jeans.
I arrived at his house and honked my horn, surveying my make-up in the side mirror. I already knew my outfit was perfect – a very low-cut purple dress that, along with a plunging bra, almost revealed the edges of my areola, black and silver fishnet stockings just begging to be ripped off, and daring five-inch black heels. Whether or not anything happened with Frank, I wanted to get ravished.
He greeted me with a swirl of cologne as he entered the car, admiring my legs. ‘Nervous?’ I asked, winking at him as I pulled out.
‘Not really,’ he said, but betrayed himself by immediately reaching for a cigarette. He only smokes when he’s nervous, not like me, who only likes a puff after sex.
We let the radio speak for us as we drove, but when I pulled into a parking space, he said, ‘What if a guy hits on me?’
I sighed and rolled my eyes at him. I was sympathetic but only to a point. ‘What if he does? Do you know how freeing it is, to echo what you asked about freedom, to not have any boundaries for a night, to just go with the flow? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but I think if you just put your mind to it, you’ll find plenty of girls and, yes, maybe even guys, who are into you exactly the way you are.’
He bit his lip, and looked down at his lap. I took one of his hands in mine. ‘Look, you wanted to know how the other half lives, and I’m about to show you. You don’t have to participate if you don’t want to, but I’m sick of you talking like nobody wants you. I promise you someone’s going to want to fuck you tonight, probably several someones.’ If he kept annoying me I was prepared to tie him up and slap him around a little, because I had a hunch he’d like that, but I knew he was going to be a hit.
We entered, and after signing the consent form and paying our fees, we surveyed the luxurious house. Many formal play parties don’t serve alcohol, but this one did, and the bartender was a cute topless girl with tousled brown curls and bright red lips. She leaned forward, her nipples dangling close to the bar, to offer me a kiss. I gave her a dainty one so as not to smear my own lipstick, and said, ‘Tracy, this is Frank. He’s new, so maybe you should make him a stiff drink. Frank, give Tracy a kiss hello.’ His eyes almost popped out of his head, but he did as I’d ordered, bending over to be greeted by Tracy’s eager lips.
I moved slightly aside to observe them, and it wasn’t long before a pair of strong male hands was covering my eyes. ‘Guess who?’ a deep, husky voice whispered in my ear. I playfully reached behind me to feel his cock, even though I knew it was Andrew, who I’d met a few weeks earlier at another party. We hadn’t got a chance to see each other since then, but we’d been exchanging steamy phone calls that led to me having to immediately touch myself.
‘I see you’re not here alone,’ he said when I’d turned around, indicating Frank.
‘Well, Frank’s a friend, not my date, but I’m hoping to show him a good time. Want to help?’
‘I think he’s having a pretty good time right now,’ Andrew said, and I turned to see Tracy and Frank still making out, his hands on her tits and her head thrown back.
‘That’s true,’ I said, smiling. I guess Andrew had got the hang of things, but I didn’t want to abandon him. ‘But let’s stay here for a little while and see what happens.’
‘I’m happy to stay right here,’ he said. Andrew was tall, his skin a pale mocha shade that looked beautiful against my own, but it was his voice, and his talented tongue, that I craved. Because this was the kind of party where pretty much anything went, as long as it was consensual. He eased my panties off, tucking them into his pocket and pushing my dress up above my hips. I slid to the edge of the chair and he got on his knees and was soon licking my pussy with sure, sensual strokes of his tongue.
I turned my head and caught Frank’s eye as he finally took a sip of his drink. I curled my finger and beckoned him over. We’d never seen each other getting it on before, and I’d thought it might be weird, but it wasn’t. Andrew looked up, but I held his head in place. ‘Keep doing what you’re doing, Andrew. Oh, by the way, this is Frank. Frank, Andrew.’ I smiled up at him, tempted to laugh at his startled expression. ‘Honey, you have to relax,’ I told him, then shifted my eyes toward his crotch. ‘Why don’t you take out your cock? That should relax you.’
‘Are you sure it’s OK?’ he whispered in my ear.
‘Of course it’s OK,’ I said. ‘In fact, it’s encouraged! I bet Andrew here would like to see your cock, actually.’
I wasn’t entirely sure that was true, but I wanted to see what he’d say, and I had a feeling Andrew was so in my thrall he’d do anything I wanted. And suddenly the idea of seeing Frank with another man was making my pussy very, very wet.
‘Wouldn’t you, Andrew?’ I asked, pulling him up by his shirt. His lips were slick with my juices, and I drew him close for a kiss.
‘Yes, Nadine, I would like to see Andrew’s cock.’
‘Tell him, then. Or better yet, show him.’
And while I sat there, Andrew reached over and unzipped Frank’s pants. I stared as his cock was revealed; he wasn’t wearing any underwear, and it popped right out. Andrew’s hand immediately went to the base and he started to squeeze it slowly. I stared, riveted. If I’d known his cock was so stunning, so big and wide and proud, I’d have asked to see it a long time ago. Now I wasn’t sure what to do, but judging from how hard Frank was, I had a feeling he wanted to see what Andrew could deliver.
‘Maybe we should go in the bedroom,’ I said, standing and grabbing each man’s arse. I figured there’d be less tension, and even though the doors had to stay open, so there was the potential for us to be seen, it wouldn’t be so out in the open. As we made our way upstairs, the three of us were greeted with many hoots and hollers of encouragement, but we ourselves were silent, all focused on our own fantasies.
I’d had my share of wild times, but this was different; I was introducing a lover to a friend, and turning that friend into a lover. It had the potential to be amazing, and the potential to go awry. As we walked, I decided to do everything I could to make sure our encounter was amazing, starting by walking ahead of them, lifting my dress over my head, and tossing it toward the men. I had no doubt one would catch it. I did the same with my bra, so I was totally naked by the time we reached the room I wanted, with its four-poster canopy bed that I knew from experience was extremely large, and extremely comfortable.
I got on the bed first and patted either side of me. ‘Don’t be nervous,’ I told Frank, then turned to Andrew, ‘It’s his first time at a party like this.’
‘Do you want us to suck your cock?’ I asked Frank, and all he could do was nod.
‘Good, because that’s exactly what I want to do,’ I told him, seeing him relax a little against the pillows as he got into place and I pulled off his jeans. Andrew moved toward Frank’s face and their lips met, and after I’d gotten his shoes and jeans off, I watched them make out, admiring the beauty of their faces next to each other, Andrew’s big and meaty, Frank’s smaller but still unmistakably manly. Knowing that it was Frank’s first time, that he’d very likely fantasized about being with a guy but never known how to make that happen, make me have to touch my clit. I shifted closer and soon Frank’s fingers were inside me. Their kiss ended and Andrew and I shared another tongue tangling, before we moved on to showing Frank just how much pleasure bisexuals can have.
I started with his balls, which were so big I could barely wrap my lips around one, while holding the base of his cock and offering it to Andrew. He was quick to take my offering, wrapping his lips expertly around the head. Soon we were working together, and I focused all my energy on bringing Frank as much pleasure as possible, my skin tingling from Andrew’s nearness. I licked my way up Frank’s shaft and lapped at Andrew’s lips. I’d given joint blow-jobs before, but always with a girl; doing with a man was a thrill in itself, somehow forbidden, and all the hotter for it.
I caught Frank’s eye and he looked like he was in his own kind of heaven. ‘Get on top of him,’ I told Andrew, and he knew exactly what I meant: 69. I wasn’t above wielding my feminine wiles to get what I wanted, and what I wanted right then was as much man-on-man blow-job as I could have. That was truly a sight to behold, once Andrew got his pants off, to see him lowering himself over Frank’s parted lips. That’s when my normally shy friend seemed to come into his own, so to speak, moaning loudly as he took every inch of Andrew’s impressive dick. I played with Andrew’s arse, cupping his cheeks and feeling him flex in response, happy to be part of their pairing while letting them fully enjoy each other.
‘That’s good, boys, very good. You both are very talented cocksuckers.’ Frank moaned again, and his hands fumbled to reach mine. I squeezed them and he squeezed back tighter. I peered around to see that Andrew had shifted so he could slap the head of Frank’s cock against his outstretched tongue.
‘Come on my face,’ Andrew muttered, lost in his own world, and as I looked on, Frank did just that, gushing his hot cream onto Andrew’s lips. When he was done, Andrew turned around and did the same thing, but in reverse, straddling Andrew’s chest and beating off against his lips. I’ve been in that position, with a hot cock right in front of my face, eager to be blasted with a man’s come. When you’re with someone who brings that side of you out, there’s no better feeling, at once utterly depraved and utterly right. Frank’s eyes met mine for a second before his gaze returned to Andrew and I watched the hot live money shot as Andrew erupted on Frank’s face, his come dripping down his chin.
‘Ma’am …’ Andrew said, and I bent down and licked up every tangy drop, then kissed Frank, followed by Andrew. We monopolised the room for the rest of the night, just the three of us, and when we finally left in the wee hours of the morning, I knew that Frank had tasted more than just a hint of true sexual freedom, and there was no going back.