Fine Dining - Sex Stories

Fine Dining

... ruining the impending orgasm. “Up and down; just like my knickers on a Friday night,” she joked giving him a good groping, squeezing his balls hard as she did so. “Roll over slut!” Ross rolled over onto his stomach as they massaged his back, and then down over his bum cheeks. Joanna slapped his arse hard, teasing him, as Rosa worked his buttocks. He experienced another growth between his legs, but at least they could not see this one. “Did you know that Rosa has been learning rope work and bondage?” asked Joanna. “Thank-you for that mistress, please do that again,” he replied pushing his glowing buttocks up purely out of habit, “I heard there were some Kinbaku classes being given by a Japanese nawashi at the club; did you go then?” Ross asked Rosa. “Yes, I have really enjoyed them,” she replied, “and I want to learn a lot more... being dominant, I would like to become a nawashi myself, eventually... it takes a lot of practice.” “So who are you tying up then?” he asked, looking at Joanna, “Her?” “No... She is way too dominant, and doesn’t last as a bottom for very long before she wants to be released... No, I was thinking about you, actually,” she smiled seductively. “Mmm... I might be interested... let me think about it,” he replied. “Lie still then,” instructed Joanna. He winced visibly as they started systematically tearing the hair from his back. Soon however the familiar pleasures returned as they finished his back, buttocks and down the posterior aspect of each leg. ...

... When that was over, Joanna slapped his buttocks again to bring him back from the happy place he had been occupying as they worked. “Assume the position,” she commanded. Ross drew his knees up and raised his bottom into the air. His cheeks were now fully exposed as if anticipating impending discipline. Ross breathed slowly and relaxed into this, a favourite position of total submission. Rosa parted his cheeks and peered closely at his anus. “Quite a bit in here,” she said. Next he felt a sumptuous warmth as wax was smeared in between his cheeks and around his hole. They kept putting it in, noticeably filling the available space with heat and substance. Someone slapped his bum hard a few times, just to wind him up. “Ah thank-you, please can I have another one?” Four more spanks hit him, two from each side; they were both at it. A hand dived between his legs and groped his balls again. Then they started to remove the wax, scraping and pulling at it. The result was a wonderful feeling, the part of the whole process he enjoyed the most. Then a finger came in and smeared some cream into the skin all around his hole, pushing teasingly at it as it went. He leaned back, pushing against it. “Naughty slut, I know you want my finger in your bum... but it isn’t going there.” Rosa’s voice murmured in his ear. She slapped his bum again. “All done,” she announced. Joanna let the table down and he slipped off, turning to stand naked and fully erect in front of them. “Plucked chicken mode,” ...