Shrimp, Cock, Tails

This event was also blogged by Rose.

I was on a ladder in the kitchen when Rose opened the front door. I had left it unlocked for her. I could hear that she was flustered and struggling with bags.

I looked toward the kitchen door and the sound of her struggles. Then I returned to putting away groceries, pointedly ignoring her.

We were abiding by the rules.

Rose does not exist for me unless she is nude. She was currently clothed. Therefore, I was not obliged to notice her, much less to come to her assistance.

Hard as it was for a polite Southern boy, I had to refrain from helping her until she complied with the rules.

I bided my time, unpacking juice boxes and fruit snacks intended for the children’s school lunches.

Moments later, Rose came to the kitchen, wearing only a corset and holding a bottle of Maker’s Mark. Her hair was freshly colored. Her pussy was freshly shaved.

She pointed to me and raised an eyebrow.

“Why, thank you Rose,” I smiled, sorting cans on a shelf. “I’d love a drink.”

The rules are clear on this. Rose knows she is obliged to offer me a drink when we meet. She knows she is obliged to remain silent in my presence.

She pointed to her sternum and presented me with a note. I read her cursive request.

“Yes, Rose, you may also have a drink this evening.”

Rose opened a cabinet and took down two glasses, grateful for my generosity.

She handed me a bourbon as I like it—two cubes, three fingers. She had a similar glass in her hand.

“Cheers,” I said for both of us to the sound of tiny clinks. “To tonight.”

Rose winced before kicking back a deep slug.

She knew it would be a daunting night.

Recently, I had returned to my desk from a morning of meetings to find a flurry of unread emails.

Rose had written to say that my pal J was hitting on her pretty hard, and she liked it. She liked the blog I had encouraged him to start. Could I tell her more about him?

J had written to inquire about Rose. She seemed pretty hot in my blog, and in the blog I encouraged her to keep. Could I tell him more about her?

After noon, the emails had ceased. Rose and J were no longer available to write.

Rose had invited J over for quickie sex during his lunch break.

Within days, she had blogged about their encounter, and he had blogged about their encounter.

Mind you, no one had asked me if I approved of their sudden urge to fuck one another. I had not been asked to sign off on their torrid midday tryst.

Nor was I consulted about the reporting of it. I only learned the lurid details of their encounter when they appeared on their respective blogs.

I was entirely shut out of the process.

Now, for an ordinary dom, this would have been an inexcusable breach of protocol.

Another dom, a friend of mine, had moved in on my submissive. She had gone right along with it. Neither had paid any mind whatsoever to my vested interests.

If I were any other dom, there would have been hell to pay.

But, you see, I am not any other dom.

I know J. I accept that he is easily the Tri-State area’s most unrelenting pussy hound. If he detects the scent of spread legs, he is fast on the trail, unrelenting in his quest until those legs are spread over his omnivorous tongue.

It’s just how he is.

I also know Rose. Having seen her marriage through divorce and beaten her cancer into remission, my submissive’s goal is to indulge and revel in her life and her sexuality.

Understandably, as a survivor, she wants to live as fully as possible.

We share that understanding. It’s common to us both. It’s why we met, after all.

As I see it, I share in Rose’s newfound revelation that no matter how long one walks the earth, life is a limited sequence of numbered days, each with the potential to be made memorable and distinctive.

Rose faced down sorrow and she faced down mortality. On this side of life, she found someone glad to take part in the emancipation of her all-too-human, all-too-sensate flesh.

Yet while I am her dom, I do not own her sexuality, not do I seek to own it. I merely take part in it, learning as I go, coaching when appropriate, guiding as best I can.

If she wants to be a slut at this time in her life, then my goal is to help her to be the best damned slut she can be. My task as her dom is to provide her with opportunities while watching her back.

So when I learned after the fact that Rose had met J, my immediate concerns were simple. Was it safe? Was it fun? Is everyone okay?

It would have been childish to concern myself with punishing Rose as a “bad sub” for having sex without my permission, or to reprimand J for fucking “my sub” without approval.

That kind of nonsense we leave to those middlebrow doms who demand to be addressed as “sir,” disguising jealousy within power trips left over from too many rounds of Dungeons and Dragons.

Rose and J are grown ups. They fuck whomever they want.

Still, I had my part to play. I mean, if Rose was so all fired up about fucking my friends . . .

My phone rang, signaling a visitor in the lobby.

“Hey, welcome. Come in—take a right and you’ll see the elevator,” I hung up the phone and closed the kitchen cabinets. “Rose, someone is here.”

Rose looked up from her seat on the couch. She had been leaning back to rest, her back kept very erect by her corset.

I had helped her lace up, tight and secure.

She pulled forward from her hips and shoulders to adjust a tray of shrimp and cocktail sauce on the coffee table. She reset the cheese platter at a slightly jauntier angle.

She wondered if she had brought right hors d’ouevres as she downed another slug of bourbon.

There was a knock at the door.

“Rose?,” I called, folding the step ladder. “The door, please.”

Rose peered through the peephole, then opened the door.

“Hello . . . oh, hi there,” the arrival said, his eyes taking in the corseted butler. “I’m Robby.”

“Hello, Robby,” I said, wiping my hands on a towel as I walked from the kitchen. “That’s Rose. She can’t talk.”

Rose shrugged as she closed the door.

“Oh, right,” Robby nodded. “Hey, Jefferson, happy birthday. I brought you something.”

He handed me a black bag.

“Why aren’t you sweet?,” I smiled, reaching inside. “Why look Rose, it’s Jack Daniels! Robby, how did you know?”

“Who doesn’t know, man?,” he smiled.

I handed the bottle to Rose. “Come in, Robby. Would you like Rose to bring you a drink? We’re having bourbons.”

“Sure, that sounds fine.”

I turned. “Rose?”

She nodded and went into the kitchen.

“Robby,” I said, my voice low. “I would like to ask you to remove your clothes.”

“Now? Right here?”

“Well, no, I think you should undress in the bedroom, then come back here for your cocktail.”

Robby looked around. “Okay, sure. Is it all right if I leave on my underwear?”

I smiled. “Of course,” I smiled, patting his back. “Whatever makes you most comfortable. Use the first bedroom.”

“Cool, man, be right back.”

I watched as Robby walked down the hall. I could hear Rose in the kitchen, dropping cubes into a glass.

This was going to be a fine evening.

Rose had wondered what to offer me for my birthday week of wall-to-wall sex. Feeling contrite after her unauthorized date with J, she had wanted to make it something special. So she returned to an idea I had once floated for her.

She would serve cocktails and blowjobs to a few of my friends.

It would be her first experience with group sex.

I provided the boys. The appetizers were a touch of her own.

Rose returned with Robby’s drink. She turned her head, quizzical.

“He’s undressing in the bedroom,” I answered.

Ah, she mouthed.

“Cute, right?” I asked.

Her eyes lit as she nodded.

“Fuck yeah, he’s cute. He’s . . . ,” I began, stopping at the sound of Robby’s return.

He was stripped to burgundy cotton briefs.

“Hey,” he said, standing next to the couch. Rose held his drink in her palm as we looked at him. His lean body was smooth and soft on the eyes. His face looked even more youthful and pink with his blonde hair scruffed by the removal of his shirt.

“Here,” I motioned. “Have a seat. Rose has your drink.”

Rose leaned forward to serve Robby.

“Thanks,” he said, taking the glass. “You look hot in your . . . thing, there.”

Rose smiled, curtseying slightly.

“Yes, isn’t that a lovely corset?,” I agreed. “Rose is generally fully nude for me, but I don’t mind this accent at all.”

“It’s really hot,” Robby reasserted, sipping his bourbon.

I took a drink, and asked Robby about his day.

Rose stood by patiently as Robby and I talked. I offered him shrimp. She pushed the tray slightly closer to us.

“Good sauce, don’t you think?” I asked between bites.

“Yeah, spicy,” he nodded. “I like shrimp.”

“Me too,” I said, taking another. “They were Rose’s idea.” I gestured toward her with a pink shrimp doused in cocktail sauce.

I took a bite. “I’m sorry, I am so rude,” I chewed, covering my mouth. I waved the torn shrimp again. “May I offer you a blowjob? She really is very good.”

“Maybe in a minute, thanks,” Robby said, reaching for another shrimp. “I’m just pretty hungry. But please, go ahead, man.”

I dropped the remaining tidbit into my mouth. “You sure?” I asked. “Really, company first.”

“No, I’m cool,” Robby said, swallowing his morsel.

I looked up at Rose. I could tell she was nervous and excited. Perhaps I should let her take me first.

“I think we’ll designate this the ‘blowjob chair,’” I said, gesturing to my leather desk chair. I picked up my drink and stood, dropping a pillow on the floor near my desk. I lowered my pants to my ankles and sat in my new seat.

“Rose?,” I asked. “Would you mind sucking my cock, please?”

She smiled, almost laughing aloud.

Rose lowered herself to her knees on the pillow. She took my cock in her right hand and looked up at me. Happy birthday, she mouthed.

“You are too sweet, honey,” I grinned. “Thank you. Now suck my cock.”

Rose dropped her mouth to my cock and swallowed me up. I relaxed my back, sliding down in the chair. My cock grew into her mouth.

“Hmmmph,” I groaned. “That is just right.”

“Good shit, huh?” Robby asked, scratching his hair.

“Very good,” I nodded. I stroked Rose’s hair. “She can really suck cock.”

“Nice,” Robby nodded. His own cock was hard now, and he teased it through his shorts.

My phone rang.

“Excuse me,” I said, reaching for it. Rose looked up, slowing her blowjob. “Hello? Oh hey there—sure come on up.” I pressed the buzzer and looked at Robby. “Wouldn’t you know it? I get settled in for a nice blowjob and have to get up for company. Would you mind entertaining Rose while I get the door?”

Robby’s hand reached inside his briefs. “You sure, man? I hate to take your spot.”

“No, no, it’s cool.” I lifted Rose’s chin. “I need to get up for a moment, honey. Can you suck Robby now?”

She nodded, her eyes wide.

“Good girl.” I kissed her forehead, then swung a leg over her. “Robby, here you go,” I said, standing.

“Thanks, man.” He lowered himself into in my still-warm seat. He raised his ass to slide his underwear down his legs. His cock jumped forward. “Hey there,” he grinned, his eyes on Rose’s as she slurped him into her.

I pulled up my pants and arrived at the door just before the knock.

“Hey, sugar man,” I smiled.

“Hey, Jefferson, man,” Nate said, leaning to pull me into a hug. “How are you, man?”

“I’m fine, fine. So good to see you.” I kissed his lips.

“You too, man. It’s been too fucking long.” He stood back. “Here, man, I brought you something.” He held forward a black bag.

I took it and retrieved a bottle. “Wow, Jack Daniels! Who told you?”

“Who doesn’t know, man?” Nate laughed, patting my back. He lowered his bag. “So, am I the first one here?”

“No, actually, come in and meet people.” I rested the bottle on the bar. “Nate, this is Robby. Robby, Nate.”

“Nice to meet you, man.” Nate crossed the room and took Robby’s hand in a soul brother shake.

“Nice to meet you too, man,” Nate nodded. “So, you are being treated well.”

“Yeah, man, she gives awesome head.”

“Nate, this is Rose,” I gestured.

Rose looked up and waved, her mouth filled with Robby.

“Don’t bother,” Nate laughed, petting her head and looking at me. “I can see you’re busy.”

“Hmm mmm,” Rose muttered, her eyebrows dancing.

“Actually, Rose, I hate to interrupt,” I said. “But Nate needs a drink. Do you mind, Robby?”

“No, it’s cool.” Rose dropped his cock in her haste to respond to my direction.

“You want bourbon, or . . . ,” I asked.

“Beer is fine. I can’t get too drunk,” Nate replied. “I have to go to a work party after this.”

“Beer for Nate, please,” I instructed Rose.

She nodded and stood, stepping quickly to the kitchen.

“Oh, I’m sorry, man,” Nate said to Robby. “Hate to mess with your fun.”

“No really, it’s cool,” Robby said, tugging his cock. “Fuck, Jefferson, you weren’t kidding. That is awesome head.”

“Glad you like,” I said. “There’s plenty more.”

“Yeah, but I should give someone else a turn.” Robby started to stand.

“No man, you sit,” Nate said, lowering his large hand to Robby’s shoulder. “I want to catch up with Jefferson anyway.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah man, have fun.” Nate turned to me. “I can only stay for a while anyway, man. I don’t want to be too late to this other party, you know. But I didn’t want to miss this.”

“You are very sweet to stop by,” I smiled.

Rose returned with Nate’s beer. He took it, kissing her on the cheek in thanks. “You’ve got really nice tits, Rose,” he admired, tweaking a nipple as he sipped.

“Yes, she does,” I agreed. “But now Rose should return to task on Robby.”

Rose shrugged to Nate, raising a finger to suggest “one moment.” She lowered herself to her knees and took Robby into her mouth again. His sighs followed into her ears.

Nate watched for a moment. Robby flashed a thumb up.

“So Jefferson,” Nate said, patting my shoulder. “How the hell are you, man?” He took another sip.

“Same old same old,” I said. “Sit down and tell me how it’s going.”

Nate took off his leather jacket and sat. He told me about his new batch of paintings. We discussed Jackson Pollock’s enamel drips, which Nate was emulating in an experimental aside.

He had noticed how the surface buckles when the underlying paint is thick, as enamel dries so quickly.

I offered a comparison to a coveted effect in lithography.

We were off in our own world when Robby interrupted. “Man, someone else better sit in this chair, or I’m going to blow on her face.”

“Nate, please,” I said. “I am wrong to keep you talking about art. Enjoy some head before you have to leave.”

“Yeah, maybe I should,” Nate said. He put his beer on the coffee table and stepped around me to the chair. “Hey Rose,” he said, unbuckling his belt. “Thanks for doing this, man.”

Rose looked up and smiled.

“You enjoying this?,” Nate lowered his pants and underwear, then sat.

Rose nodded.

“She’s not permitted to speak, Nate,” I added. “I’m not sure if I mentioned that.”

“Oh, okay, that’s cool,” Nate nodded. He laughed. “Well, all right then, Rose, I guess we are done talking.”

Rose shrugged, suppressing a laugh. She took Nate’s cock in hand, stroking it to its full girth. When she had a nice hand full, she took it to the back of her throat.

Nate gripped the armrests and stiffened his back. “Whoa, man!”

“See what I’m talking about?” Robby said.

“She really is good at this,” I agreed. “More shrimp, Robby?”

“Yeah, thanks.” Robby ran a piece through the sauce and took it into his teeth. As he chewed, he ran his fingers down Rose’s back to caress her ass. He felt her pussy. “Fuck, man, she’s really wet.”

“Of course she’s wet,” I said, washing back shrimp with bourbon. “This is pretty fucking hot.”

Robby looked over at me, his eyes going down my body. He put a hand on my thigh.

I required no further prompt. I stood and lowered my pants. I tugged my shirt over my head and sat, nude and closer than before.

I was rock hard.

Robby pinched the head of my cock, pulling his own from his underwear.

He jerked us both, his eyes moving from my cock to the sight of Rose blowing Nate. Nate watched his cock vanish into Rose’s mouth, stealing glances at the boys on the couch.

My eyes were drawn to Robby. I liked to see him getting into this zone of arousal. Desire brought a lascivious turn to his baby face, and made his large cock all the more enormous by contrast to his slender body.

I leaned over to blow him. I took him wet and deep, tracing my fingers lightly on his lean, smooth belly. It was only a taste, really, of what I could offer. Mine was not the blowjob du jour.

As I blew him, he fingered Rose to orgasm.

She never even looked back to see which of us was toying with her clit.

I sat back up and tousled his hair. We smiled at one another, then returned our eyes to Rose, stroking hard.

She was bobbing fast and rhythmically. I could tell she was well into a sense of submission.

“You need another drink, Robby?,” I offered.

“I could use a topper, I guess.”

“Rose, another round for the boys, please.”

Rose look up at Nate and stood immediately, allowing Nate’s cock to drop. She collected the glasses and retreated to the kitchen.

“Man,” Nate sighed, watching her depart.

“Sweet, huh?,” I said. I enjoyed this moment, the boys nude and stroking, Rose content in her service. We shared a male camaraderie that sent her into submissive bliss.

“Are you sure we can’t fuck her?.” Roby asked me. “She seems pretty turned on.”

“Well, the parameters for this evening are clear on that point,” I said.

“Too bad,” Nate said. “I’d love to fuck her. She’s so sweet.”

I had told Rose that she was to serve the boys drinks and blowjobs. When she got them off, I would send them away and reward her with orgasms and a beating.

It is not advised to change the rules once a scene is underway.

But then again, Rose was very turned on. This was her first time with group sex, so maybe it was a good idea to check in with her.

She might enjoy a taste of gangbangs to come.

Rose returned with the drinks, setting them on the coffee table.

“Rose, the boys and I were just talking,” I said. “And if you like, we can change the rules a bit. If you like, I can allow the boys to fuck you. You are doing a fine job; of course, if you prefer not, that is also fine . . .”

I didn’t have to finish the thought. Rose was smiling and nodding enthusiastically.

“Well then, that settles that. Rose has given her assent, gentleman. Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?”

We stood. I indicated that Rose should go ahead. We followed close.

“Robby, why don’t you lay back on the bed?,” I suggested. “That will give Rose some cock to suck as I beat her.”

“Cool,” Robby said, reclining back on his elbows.

Rose crawled forward to take his cock as I retrieved the arsenal of whips, spankers and floggers. To these, Rose had added a new birthday surprise—a braided leather cat o’nine tails.

“Damn, man, I may need to bend over the bed myself,” Nate joked, holding a bear bottle as he bobbed back and forth.

“Maybe we’ll find time to beat you before you head off to your party, sweet man,” I smiled.

I smacked Rose’s bare ass with my palm. I slapped fast and light, bringing a pink hue to her flesh.

She moaned into Robby’s cock.

“Let’s fill you up for this spanking,” I offered. I slipped a condom over a mid-sized butt plug, lubed her hole, and fed it slowly to her ass.

She moaned again.

I took up the small whip. It came down on her in swift flurries.

Nate sat to watch as I progressed through the whip to a crop. “Jefferson, man, where did you learn that shit?”

“I’ve been practicing,” I said, leaning over Rose’s back in an embrace. “Isn’t that right, Rose?”

“Mmmph,” she nodded.

Robby watched. This beating was novel to him.

“Now, I want to try out that new cat,” I said, returning my crop to the arsenal. I held the handle, tossing it between my two hands. “This has a great weight.”

I whisked it through the air. “Hmmm, sounds good, too.”

I brought it down on Rose’s shoulder. It landed in cascading slaps.

She flinched.

“Sweet, man,” Nate smiled.

“Yeah, I like this,” I said, changing positions. I let it fly to Rose’s ass, using very little force. Red welts came quickly to the surface.

I could see that Rose was lost in her sensations.

I gave her a sound beating.

I commanded her to fuck Robby.

She heard me, sitting back on her haunches. Nate opened a drawer and tossed a condom to Robby.

“Thanks, man.” He slipped it down his thick shaft. Rose lowered herself to it. Robby could feel the pressure of the butt plug still in her against his cock. His hands felt the warmth of blood rushing to the flesh of her ass.

I sat in Nate’s lap, my arms around his neck, watching as Rose rode my friend’s cock.

We shortly lost all track of time.

The boys and I tossed Rose between us, fucking her by turns, keeping her flesh tingly and her holes full.

As Nate massaged her g spot with his large fingers, I taught Robby how to deliver hot wax to her skin.

Rose was ecstatic and numb in her submission.

She barely knew what was happening as Nate fucked her to her first ejaculation.

“I . . . didn’t know I could . . . squirt,” she breathed.

“You didn’t know you could cum from fucking until recently,” I reminded her. “We’re making progress!”

I sat sipping my bourbon, reveling in the boys’ energy and Rose’s transcendent state, when I heard a knock at the door.

I looked at the clock.

“Oh dear, I think we went over time,” I said. “The orgy guests are starting to arrive.”

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