Timing Is Everything
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Copyright 2010 by J.V. Altharas, All Rights Reserved
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Tasha was looking forward to an erotic weekend as she stepped out of the shower. Her new roommate, Katrina, had just left to go out of town with her current fling. Tasha’s newish boyfriend, Marcus, had the weekend off work. He’d promised she wouldn’t be fully-dressed before Monday.
On their first date he had clearly warned her that he was quite kinky, and at the time she’d thought it was amazingly forward of him. In the six weeks since, she’d been having fun finding out why he felt the need to give a warning.
Thus far Marcus had repeatedly tied her up and teased her with a lot of creativity, and Tasha was having fun being told what to do. A few years earlier in college she’d had a fling with a kinky guy, and actually a kinky girl as well, but long term chemistry hadn’t been there with either of them.
Marcus had kept his word to take things slowly, and so far she was having the best sex of her life. This weekend Tasha had him all to herself, without Katrina around to overhear anything, and she wanted to see what it would be like to have him speed up a little.
Tasha hated the irony of the timing. She hadn’t wanted to take on a roommate at all, but her car payment was killing her. Katrina was fun, and a good person to share a roof with, but Tasha finally had a man that made her want to scream during sex. She hated having to stay quiet in her own apartment. She also had to worry about having a constantly-horny man and a hot roommate. Marcus seemed like a stand-up guy, but it was too soon to be sure.
Quickly doing her hair and makeup, Tasha put on a lacy white bodice and thong that she had bought for this weekend. She liked the way it contrasted her dark hair and tanned skin, and it made her breasts look a cup size larger. Tasha checked the clock, seeing that she had about twenty minutes before Marcus arrived. She’d asked him to show up exactly at eight, telling him the door would be unlocked.
After taking out the two pairs of handcuffs she’d bought online, Tasha put the keys on a silver chain and hung them around her neck. She lit a few candles, then checked her makeup before climbing onto the bed. Marcus had been vocal about liking women who knew how to ask for what they wanted, and she thought to herself, here goes nothing.
Getting on her knees with her butt in the air, Tasha cuffed both her wrists to the posts on her footboard. Once she laid her face down on the foot of the bed; she had a perfect view of the door into the bedroom. She wanted to see the look on his face when he walked in. The clock said 7:45, leaving a few quiet moments to put her head in the right space.
Just as Tasha was getting comfortable she heard the door open, early. A second later it slammed, and she heard Katrina scream, “I can’t believe that asshole!” Tasha felt the color drain from her face, and just prayed Marcus would get there before she had to explain this to her roommate.
A moment later Katrina called out, “Tasha, are you here?” Tasha started feeling panicked as the voice got louder. “I’m sorry for barging in but I just got blown off and—“
Katrina stopped in her tracks when she walked in the bedroom. Tasha saw her roommate’s nipples begin to poke through the thin blouse she was wearing; wondering if it was the air conditioning getting to her…or the view. After a moment of tense silence, Katrina cocked her head to the side and said, “It’s not even my birthday.” They both laughed, breaking the tension.
Tasha, her cheeks starting to flush, replied, “Yeah, um, Marcus will be here any minute and I was trying to surprise him. The keys to these cuffs are around my neck, do me a favor and take them off so I can get up and salvage some dignity.”
“What if I don’t want to?” Katrina asked.
Assuming her roommate was offering to head out before Marcus arrived, Tasha said, “Oh, if you wouldn’t mind giving us some privacy you can probably make it out before he gets here.” 7:50, still time to salvage her evening, at least.
“What if I don’t want to do that either?” Katrina asked, batting innocent eyes. Seeing Tasha’s puzzled expression, she knelt down at the foot of the bed so they’d be eye-to-eye. She said, “I’ll be honest. We haven’t known each other all that long, but suddenly I’m feeling like we’ve really broken the ice.”
They shared another laugh and Katrina continued, “For the last two weeks I’ve been in the next room, burning up batteries while I listen to him fuck the living hell out of you, trying to figure out how to get one, or both, of you into my room. Sometimes I think you’re flirting with me, but then I figure maybe you’re just being nice. So,” she said, running the back of her hand down Tasha’s cheek, “now that you can’t dodge the question I’ll just ask. Have you ever been with another woman?”
Tasha’s giggle answered her question. It had been years ago, and she had thought when it ended that it was a one-time thing. Katrina was her type, though, and thinking back perhaps she had been flirting. 7:52. Whatever was going on here, she needed to figure it out.
“Then I’ll ask again,” said Katrina, “what if I don’t want to let you free, and I don’t want to leave? What if I want to see how you taste?”
The bluntness of the question left Tasha a bit stunned. Katrina had been talking for days about how much she needed to get laid, and how much she was looking forward to a weekend with a booty call of hers that she referred to as the Energizer Bunny. Tasha could see from the playful look on her face that her roommate was dead serious; admitting to herself that with the option right here in front of her, she was tempted.
Tasha had come into this evening wanting to feel dominated by Marcus, and maybe that had just put her in a compliant frame of mind. She knew that if she thought about it for very long, the insecurity of being in a new relationship would talk her out of sharing him with anyone.
Katrina, still waiting for a response, decided to take matters into her own hands. She got up on the bed behind Tasha and said, “I’ll tell you what: I’ll work on warming you up for your man, and if I do something you don’t like just tell me to stop.” The warm breeze of Katrina’s breath on her thighs sent a shiver down her spine.
Tasha could do ‘silence.’ She’d planned to go along with whatever happened this weekend. She wasn’t sure how Marcus would react, though. She knew that threesomes were ‘business as usual’ for him, but they weren’t for her, and he was patient enough not to have pressed the topic. At the moment she was technically cheating on him, and she didn’t want him thinking that this was what she’d planned.
Tasha couldn’t resist saying, “You know, if Marcus catches you playing with me without his permission, you’re probably going to get a lot more than a taste.”
Katrina’s hands floated up Tasha’s thighs, then to her neck. The gentle scrape of her nails was electrifying, and something Tasha hadn’t felt in a long time. Katrina leaned in close and said, “I’m counting on it.” Tasha squirmed, feeling herself starting to get wet. Katrina’s nails dragged down her back, not quite hard enough to scratch. Tasha was unable to stifle a satisfied moan as she felt her thong pulled to the side.
Crouching behind her handcuffed roommate, Katrina leaned in for the taste she had been waiting weeks for. Seemingly out of nowhere, a man’s voice said, “Interesting.”
Tasha, lost in the moment, nearly jumped out of her skin. She said, “Marcus, this isn’t what it looks like.”
Marcus dropped the duffel bag in his left hand, leaning against the door jamb. With a sardonic smile, he said, “That’s tragic. It was starting to look like I’d won the lottery.” Tasha wondered why she’d even thought this would phase him. His casual manner was more proof that he’d been honest about his rather diverse sexual experience.
Marcus winked. “I’m not angry, babe, but someone better start telling me a story.” He looked to Katrina and said, “I didn’t tell you to stop.” With a gleam in her eye, Katrina needed no more encouragement. She’d never met a man that would turn down a threesome, and didn’t expect much trouble out of him.
He knelt in front of Tasha as she struggled with the cuffs, saying, “Tell me a story, baby. What’s going on here?” Tasha squealed as Katrina’s tongue parted her labia, fighting to concentrate as she explained her planned surprise. He took her chin in his hand and met her gaze, saying, “You are truly an amazing creature. No wonder I can’t resist you.” He smiled as her cheeks flushed.
Marcus kissed her, saying, “While I’m sure the three of us could have one hell of a couple days, it really is okay if you don’t want to do this. We can send her on her way and have exactly the weekend I was planning for us. There are a lot of conversations we’ve never had about group play, and this may be rushing things. If you have any hesitation at all, we can wait.”
This was one of the reasons Tasha was falling so hard for him. No matter what was going on, he always seemed to put her happiness and comfort first. Whenever she was with him she felt safe and protected; no matter what twisted things he did to her. She had no idea if she was ready for this or not. Still lying there cuffed to her footboard, Katrina’s tongue driving her wild, Tasha decided to jump off the cliff. With a sly smile, she said, “I wouldn’t have cuffed myself to the bed if I didn’t trust you.”
After giving Tasha another soft kiss, and taking a moment to toy with the nipples peeking out of her bodice, Marcus walked to the side of the bed. Katrina was lying on her side with her face buried in Tasha’s pussy, thrilled she’d be getting laid this weekend after all. Marcus took a gentle, firm handful of her hair, pulling her to her feet next to the bed.
With a serious tone, Marcus said, “Would you like to spend the weekend as our plaything, Katrina?”
Flashing a grin, Katrina asked, “That depends, will you spank me?”
“Only if you’re a good girl,” he replied.
“In that case, I’d love to,” she said. “I haven’t had a proper fucking in weeks.” Tasha was amazed to hear Katrina so casual about all this. She’d said in the past that ‘slut’ was just a word for women who knew how to take what they wanted, and she seemed happy to walk the walk. Seeing her roommate throwing herself at Marcus was a lot hotter than she’d imagined, and she was missing Katrina’s tongue already.
With a sly smile, Marcus said, “I suppose it’s a good thing I was planning on an interesting weekend. Lots of toys.” He opened his duffel and pulled out two short leather straps, with rings on one end and weights on the other. He draped them over the top of the door then closed it, pulling them tight and testing them. He reached into his bag again for a set of leather cuffs. Walking to Katrina, he said, “Hold out your wrists.” She complied, squirming a bit as he buckled them.
Katrina flashed her most seductive eyes at Marcus, but he just smiled and tugged on the restraints; pulling her towards the door. He spun her, pushing her back up against it, attaching her wrist restraints to the straps hanging from the top of the door. He leaned in close and said, “Last chance to change your mind. Are you sure you’d like to sign on to be our toy for the weekend?”
“As long as I get some of whatever you’ve been giving to her, I’ll be just fine.”
“We’ll see.” Marcus grinned. “First, you need a lesson in manners. I don’t appreciate anyone playing with my toys without permission. That’s going to cost you.” He pulled her thin blouse up over her head, exposing her. She devoured him with her eyes, but he was oblivious; taunting her with indifference.
Reaching into his bag again, Marcus produced a set of nipple clamps on a heavy chain. Katrina’s eyes widened a bit, but he just dangled them in front of her then set them on the dresser. Marcus unbuttoned her shorts, letting them slide to the floor, smiling at the sight of wetness bleeding through her cotton panties.
Marcus stood and leaned into Katrina, meeting her gaze as he pressed her against the door. He said, “As long as you can manage to be obedient, we’d like to invite you to be our little slut until Sunday morning; when you’ll find other entertainment so we can spend the day alone together.” He shifted to the side, stroking her through the dampening panties, never breaking her gaze. She answered him with a passionate kiss.
Marcus retrieved a small vibrator from his bag. Turning it on, he began teasing Katrina’s nipples. All the while, Tasha was rapt. She’d never fancied herself a voyeur, but watching her man tease her roommate was driving her wild. The helplessness of being restrained just fed into the fantasy, and her head was filled with images of Katrina watching as Marcus fucked her.
Katrina began panting as Marcus pulled at the waistband of her panties. She whined in disappointment when he slipped the vibrator down the front of them, then let the elastic snap to hold it in place. She felt the vibrations resonating through her, but he hadn’t pushed it down far enough to reach her clit.
Katrina begged him with her eyes, but he just looked back with satisfaction and said, “Consider this your first gentle lesson in manners. You decided to start without me, and now you get to wait.” She struggled against the restraints as Marcus smiled and turned away. He walked back to the end of the bed and crouched at eye level with Tasha, taking a handful of her hair and kissing her. “Are you still alright with this?” he asked.
Tasha gave an eager nod; too horny to feel jealous at this point. She wanted to feel Marcus inside her, and she wanted to hear Katrina beg. Marcus stripped off his jeans and boxers, allowing his thick cock to spring free. Katrina leered at him, squirming as if she could shake the vibrator down to her aching clit, but her panties held it firmly in place. Marcus climbed up on the bed behind Tasha, laying down slipping his tongue into her slippery slit.
Tasha let out an immediate moan, making no effort to keep quiet; one more benefit to having Katrina here watching. The look of bald jealousy on her roommate’s face just spurred her on, and even her man’s expert tongue wasn’t enough. “Please fuck me,” she whimpered, rattling the handcuffs.
Marcus got on his knees behind her; pulling her thong to the side, rubbing the head of his cock against her clit. “What was that?” he asked. “I didn’t quite hear you.”
Realizing her mistake, Tasha said, “Please fuck me, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he said, slipping the head of his cock inside her. Tasha moaned, never looking away from the sight of Katrina fighting her restraints. An inch at a time, he slid farther into her. “Is that what you wanted?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” Tasha panted, gripping the bedposts, bouncing on his cock, letting out a squeal each time it impaled her. Marcus grabbed her hips and buried his cock, holding her still. She tried to buck forward, but he was just too strong.
Marcus asked Katrina, “How are you feeling over there, slut?”
“Please let me come,” Katrina whined, going mad from the taunting vibe that wouldn’t quite get her off. She ground her thighs together, desperate to stimulate her clit.
“Not quite yet,” Marcus replied. “I’m not sure you’ve learned your lesson yet. Besides, I’m guessing my girl here would like a bit more cock. Do I have that right, Tasha?”
“Yes, Sir,” Tasha moaned. He fucked her in slow, deliberate strokes; letting her feel the entire length of his cock. She was getting desperate for release, but she wasn’t getting off that easy. Marcus slipped a hand beneath her, finding her clit, rolling it between his fingers as his cock continued taunting her. Tasha’s back arched and her moans intensified, his expert fingers bringing her to the brink. The longing in Katrina’s eyes was enough to push her past it.
Tasha wailed in ecstasy, fingernails digging into the bedposts as her body convulsed. Marcus never missed a beat, and in seconds she was coming again. Orgasm faded to afterglow, and Tasha opened her eyes to see Katrina’s gaze locked on her. She whined as Marcus pulled out and moved to the foot of the bed. Katrina focused on his swaying cock as he released Tasha, leaving the cuffs on the bedposts.
Tasha put her arms around Marcus and devoured his lips, savoring the intensity of the moment. Her pulse was still racing, and perhaps she had a bit of exhibitionist in her as well as a bit of voyeur. Marcus asked, “So, do you think the rude little slut strapped to the door has suffered enough?” Tasha shot him a puzzled look, so he led her to her roommate.
Marcus stood behind Tasha, hands on her hips, kissing her neck while she was enjoying the sight of her confident, sexually aggressive roommate standing there helpless; the buzz of the vibrator filling her ears as a still-hard cock pressed into her back.
Marcus whispered, “Since she decided to take advantage of you while you were restrained, it’s only fair to give you some time to play. She’s not my toy for the weekend, she’s ours. Enjoy yourself, and don’t let her come until she begs you for it.” Marcus flopped on the bed, leaning against the headboard with a satisfied smirk.
Tasha’s mind was a riot of impulses. Marcus drew her submission so completely, so easily, that having the power in her own hands felt odd. She stepped close to Katrina laying her hands on a naked woman for the first time in years, amazed at how natural it still seemed. Her hands explored Katrina’s body, coming alive at the feeling of the soft, smooth flesh and taut nipples.
The scent of Tasha’s hair, the touch of eager hands, and the incessant humming of the vibrator had Katrina ready for anything. She said, “I’m sorry for taking advantage of you. Please let me come, I’ll do anything you want.”
Trying to imagine what Marcus would say, Tasha seized the moment and replied, “That’s right, you will.” With a seductive smile, Tasha put her finger on the end of the vibrator. Katrina thrashed, begging with her eyes. Tasha pushed, getting a squeal as the vibe made it to her roommate’s aching clit. She cried out in pleasure, squirming and fighting the restraints. Tasha was out of practice, but she knew how to tease a woman. Sinking to her knees, Tasha pulled Katrina’s panties down over her hips, letting the toy drop to the floor. Picking it up, she stood and held it to Katrina’s lips. A hungry tongue darted out to lick it.
Satisfied, Tasha set the vibe aside in favor of her fingers. A swollen clit peeked out between her slippery lips, an easy target. Their lips met in a smoldering kiss, and Tasha wondered if she looked as desperate when Marcus was teasing her. It was obvious Katrina was ready to do anything she was told. Katrina’s breathing became ragged as Tasha slipped a finger inside her, massaging her clit with her thumb.
Tasha’s mind reeled with visions of Katrina’s face between her legs while Marcus spanked her. Katrina ground herself on Tasha’s fingers, squealing with each breath she took, closing her eyes. Tasha whispered, “Marcus always makes me beg for what I want. Beg him to spank you, and I’ll let you come.”
Beyond any hesitation, Katrina pleaded, “Please spank me, Sir, I’m being a good girl.”
Marcus asked Tasha, “Is that good enough for you?” Tasha nodded, a second finger disappearing as the helpless slut’s whimpers turned to squeals. She whispered, “By the way, his cock feels as perfect as it looks.” Katrina let out a wild moan, squeezing Tasha’s fingers, slumping against the door as her legs gave out. Getting dumped had never turned out so well. Tasha brought her fingers to her lips once Katrina’s eyes opened again, flicking them with her tongue.
Marcus joined them, taking a handful of Katrina’s hair and turning her head toward him. He was beyond thrilled that Tasha was racing into group play, and Katrina was looking to be a talented plaything. He took Tasha’s wrist and tasted her fingers, drawing a sigh from a glassy-eyed Katrina.
Marcus gave a warm smile, saying, “All the good girls in this room are going to get their pussies worn out this weekend. Are you a good girl?”
Katrina looked Tasha dead in the eye. “For now, I’m whatever you want me to be.” Tasha looked at the clock and grinned. 8:32, and the weekend was just beginning.
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About The Author
J.V. Altharas is a veteran entertainer with a filthy, filthy mind. He is an accomplished stage and studio vocalist exploring the realm of erotic audio books after returning his full attention to a life-long love affair with fantasy fiction.
Current projects include Lady of the Drake, a new erotic fantasy romance from Ravenous Romance, a free erotica website (with text and audio) at TwistedErotica.com and several upcoming erotic audio pieces for Ravenous Romance.
J.V. is also a sex-positive activist and host of the five-star-rated, gleefully explicit, brutally blunt sex-education podcast Ending the Sexual Dark Age.
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