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subrob1967 -> Blackmailed into Submission Part 2 (4/6/2011 11:27:37 AM)
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Sunday...
I find myself up early on Sunday, and with little to do I enter my office, or should I say the future nursery, to play some more Mass Effect.
"Sounds like he's awake Lover," Sophie say's softly while nibbling on Carrie's ear."
"Good, go get the damn wifi password, would you? While your at it, have him figure out how to use that stupid coffee maker he bought."
Sophie climbs out of bed and stretches, she arches her back which thrusts her large breasts out to their fullest. Carrie can't help but admire her lover's olive skinned body.
Sophie smiles slyly and say's "shall I go like this?"
"You can be such a bitch," Carrie smiles as she climbs out of bed.
Carrie stands two inches taller than Sophie, and has the lithe body of a swimmer. Her breasts are nowhere near as large as Sophie's 40D's, but Sophie loves her perky 34B's, and with the help of a Miracle Bra, Carrie fills out a little black dress with the best of them.
Carrie walks to the closet and returns carrying a mesh 1/2 jersey, in powder blue, with matching lace boy shorts.
"Try these," Carrie say's in a low husky tone.
Sophie slips into the panties and then the jersey, it's barely long enough to completely cover her tits. "Oh yeah, this will do." she murmurs to herself in the full length mirror.
"Carrie walks up behind Sophie and wraps her arms around her torso. She slips her hands up under the shirt and uses her fingers to tease Sophie's nipples to eraser sized protrusions.
Sophie tilts her head back, closes her eyes, and whimpers softly. "Oh god, Lover, you make me so wet," she whispers.
"You are my gorgeous Greek goddess, my forever love." Carrie whispers back, before sighing and releasing her partner.
"We seriously need to get your brother out of here for a few hours later, or get a hotel room for the night."
"We'll see what we can do when we get home this afternoon." Carrie agrees.
I'm in the process of destroying Geth, and freeing Liara from the Promethian stasis field when I hear a soft knock on the door.
It's open I say and I'm so caught up in the dialogue options with Liara that I fail to notice Sophie enter the office.
I become acutely aware of her when I smell her saturated panties.
"She's kinda cute for a blue skinned alien." Sophie say's while looking over my shoulder at my monitor.
I pause my game and turn my head to look at her. "Mornin' Soph, what drags you out of bed this early?"
I finally get a good look at her and my body involuntarily tenses up, and my Sweat pants become extremely tight in the groin.
"Relax Chris, you always get so tense when we're alone."
She starts kneading the muscles in my shoulders, and I can barely contain a premature ejaculation.
"Please stop, Soph." I finally say through clenched teeth. I want to scream at her, yell at her...Beg her to release my heart, but I don't, I can't.
She releases my shoulders and walks back to the other side of my desk.
"We need the password to the network, and Carrie suggests you figure out that coffee contraption since you just couldn't settle for a simple Mr Coffee."
Sophie is smiling her sly smile the whole time she's speaking, and for the thousandth time I wonder why she gets so much pleasure out of torturing me.
I jot down the password on a post it note while saying, "please tell my dear sister she's the snob from Seattle, if she wants to settle for Mr Fucking Coffee, she should buy it herself."
"Well, I see you got up on the grumpy side of the bed, I'm sorry I bothered you."
"No Soph, the problem isn't which side of the bed I climbed out of, it's that I'm up now! Tell Carrie I'll figure out the coffee machine, ok?" I say in a resigned voice.
"Thank you Chris." Sophie say's with a grin before wiggling her ass out the door.
I quickly run upstairs to take care of business, and change out of my jizz soaked Sweats.
I head into the kitchen and start a pot of coffee. I'm debating on whipping up some scrambled eggs when it hits me that I haven't bought any pots or pans yet.
"Good morning Bro, Sophie say's your having a bad day?"
I turn around to see Carrie dressed in a similar fashion as Sophie was.
*Sigh* "Sis, we need to talk."
Carrie pours herself a cup of coffee before turning towards me and raising her eyebrow, "good coffee."
"We need to lay down some ground rules here," I say with a sigh.
"Such as?"
"I don't think it's proper for you two to parade around in front of me in your lingerie, I'm your brother for God's sake!"
Carrie rolls her eyes as if my thoughts are completely crazy.
"Don't dismiss this, Damn it!"
"Ok Chris, I'm listening, are you asking us to leave?"
"No! All I'm asking is to see much less of my sister and her partner!"
"Let me ask YOU something little brother!" (God I hate when she say's that, three fucking minutes separate us!)
"You never complained about our lack of clothing in California, and fer Christ's sake, we spent our summer's in a nudist colony as kids! So why does it bother you now?"
"Correction, you spent your summer's at the camp, I spent them on Grand Pa's farm!"
"Not the summer Gramma got sick!"
"I spent one, maybe two summers with Mom and Dad, but we were just kids! And in Cali, you at least wore a bikini."
"Your saying you never caught a glimpse of my vag, or my nipples when I wore my thong to the beach?
"No, I'm saying I shouldn't be in a position to see your crotch, period!" I respond, voice rising in anger.
"Chris, calm down and look at me." Carrie say's, voice rising to match mine.
I sit down at the kitchen table, but can't maintain eye contact.
"What I'm wearing is far less revealing than my most conservative swim suit."
"I don't care, this isn't college anymore."
"Don't you get it? I'm comfortable with my body, and so is Sophie."
"I'm not!"
"Damn it Chris, you see more skin in a Victoria's Secret commercial, so I really don't understand your anger."
"It's just wrong, it's...Distracting."
"Tell me, am I distracting you?"
"What? No! I don't look at you in that way."
"So you get distracted when you see Sophie, even though her privates are completely covered?"
"No...Yes...I don't know! You're twisting my words!"
"No Chris, I'm trying to figure out the problem, so we can find a solution that benefits all of us."
"Listen Sis, all I'm asking is for you girls to put on some pajamas or shorts or something when I'm here...Is that too much to ask in my own house?"
"Chris, this IS a compromise, if you can't accept this, we'll just have to stay in a hotel in the future." Carrie finally say's with tears in her eyes.
"Aw Sis don't cry," I plead as I jump to my feet.
"*sob* I thought you understood me, and I could always count on you to be th th there for me. You were there for me in high sc sc school, and you forgave me for stealing Soph... Sophie, but now you want us to leave because you still love her and can't handle seeing her in her underwear..."
I take her in my arms and let her cry on my shoulder as I stroke her long blonde hair.
"No Sis, I want you to stay, you're the reason I bought this place to begin with...Shhh we'll figure something out...I do love her, but she makes it so damn hard to like her...She reminds me of a sexy, evil step sister."
Carrie bursts out in a fit of giggles mixed with her sobs at my comment before her hands stroke up and down my back like they used to when I comforted her in school.
That's when I knew we were alright.
"Thanks Bro...For always being here for me, I'm sorry we bring you such heartache."
"I'll deal, Sis, it's what I do."
Carrie grabs a paper towel and dabs at her eyes, before putting on a cheery air, "so, got any plans for today?"
"I didn't until I was going to scramble some eggs and realized we don't have any pots or pans, so I guess I'll go buy some."
"You lived here for a week without pans? Bro, that's crazy!"
"Who are you trying to fool? You ain't no Rachel Ray yanno."
"True, but who needs her when we have a Sophie?"
"Ohhh an incestuous threesome? How kinky, I've always wanted twins." Sophie say's in a sultry voice as she enters the kitchen and makes a bee line for the coffee.
"You have a sick mind for a hot, sexy, evil, step sister." Carrie say's as she throw's me a wink.
Sophie's confused look is priceless.
"Bro, we're going shopping with Molly, you're welcome to join us, but I don't think you would enjoy it."
"Ah, no...You girls have fun though."
"We will, listen, we'll buy the pots while we're out, so don't worry about it."
"Great, just let me know how..."
"No, I said we would buy them, you've already spent enough around here."
"Thank Grand Pa, it was his money that funded this."
"I know, you dork! I got half of it, remember? We have to go get dressed, if you think of anything else WE need around here, text me." Carrie say's while wagging her finger in a circle.
"Are we good Bro?"
"Yeah, Sis, we're good."
The girls return to their room to dress, (finally!) and I scrounge around the kitchen for something to eat. My choices are left over Chinese (ew) or a frozen dinner, so I settle for an Apple and return to my computer to see what time Ricobenes opens;)
Carrie and Sophie meet Molly in her driveway, and climb into Molly's BMW for a trip to Yorktown Shopping Center.
They're enjoying a leisurely lunch at RA Sushi Bar when Molly brings up interior decorating.
"That's a great idea! Chris has done everything else, the least we could do is paint the place!" Carrie say's enthusiastically.
Sophie looks less than excited at the prospect of painting, but warms up to the idea when Molly offers to pitch in and recruit Deanne to help. To be honest though, it was Carrie telling her she could choose the colors for their room that seals the deal for Sophie.
The conversation moves on to the girls, they discuss their relationship, and their student advocacy for GLBT rights. Molly tells them about her job and own advocacy efforts. By the time they finish lunch, the women are best friends.
"Are you going to be in town for Halloween?" Molly asks.
"We might be, we're not sure." Sophie responds after she finishes her green tea.
"I'm attending a gender bender ball we're hosting for our local GLBT defense fund, If your in town, you should come with me.
"Gender bender? Sounds like fun, we'll think about it." Carrie say's enthusiastically...
I run out to Ricobenes to grab some lunch, I order four different types of sandwiches, and since the pizza looks and smells great, I get one of those too.
I get home and text Carrie to buy a pizza stone, and cookie trays, before digging into my sandwich. I just finished eating when my door bell rings.
I answer the door and find Tom and Geoff there, I invite them in for a beer, but they decline.
"We just stopped by to invite you over for the game next Sunday," Geoff say's.
"Game? Poker?" I ask.
They look at each other as if I'm crazy, "da Bears game...Season starts next week...I take it you don't follow Football?"
"Oh, the NFL! No, I like Football, I just haven't had much time to watch in the last couple of years."
"That's cool, buy a new car?" Tom asks while checking out the Mustang.
"No, that's my sister's rental."
Geoff sniffs his arm pit before saying, "well, you gonna introduce us, or what?"
"Uh, sure...But they're out shopping with Molly, you can come over for beers later if you want."
"Bring her over next Sunday, we've got plenty of food and drinks, the more the merrier."
"Sounds good, um is it alright if her partner comes too?"
"Yeah, he can come too, that's cool."
"Ah Geoff, her partner isn't a guy."
Geoff looks at me very strangely for a minute without saying anything. Tom busts out laughing before throwing in,
"I've known this guy for five years now and I'll be damned if this isn't the first time I've seen him speechless!"
"Naw, go ahead and invite her too, it won't be a problem."
"You sure? Maybe you should clear it with your other guests first, I wouldn't want anyone to be uncomfortable."
"You know Chris, if anyone has a problem, fuck em, we'll throw their asses out, right Tom?"
"Fuck yeah!"
"Thanks guys, I appreciate it." I smile at that and agree to attend the party... Are these guys great, or what?
I'm in fine spirits as I return to my office to continue my quest to save the universe from Sovereign and the Reapers when my cell rings.
Intrigued by the restricted call message on my screen, I answer with a cautious "Hello?"
"I told you I would call today." Say's a confident female voice, "watcha doin?"
"Leslie...Hi," I say, totally surprised.
"You sound surprised, So watcha doin?"
"Why, saving the galaxy of course! By the way, I'm mad at you." I say playfully.
"What did I do?" Les responds with feigned defensiveness.
"You introduced me to Ricobenes, I spent fifty dollars there today!"
Her laughter rings out, and I can't help but smile.
"Didn't you bring half your sandwich home yesterday? I can't believe you went back today. I called to invite you over for dinner, but you're probably stuffed your face with breaded steak."
"Only half of one...I'm free tonight" I say as I look at my watch, "I'd like that very much, what time?"
"I was thinking sevenish, but I really want to see you so can you be here around six?"
I look at my watch again, it's one forty, "sure, are we eating out?" Immediately I realize what I just said, and begin to stammer, "I ah, that um, that came out totally wrong."
Laughing she say's, "you have such a dirty mind...I like it! I was planning on just grilling some chicken, and corn on the cob but if you really want to go out?..."
"No! I mean chicken sounds great, I love grilled chicken. Can I bring something?"
"Yeah, can you bring some beer? I...I didn't have wallet with me when I went shopping."
"Sure, no problem, what do you drink?"
"Oh, I don't know, you pick ok?"
"Yeah, I need your address, let me grab a pen."
"I'll text it, I'll see you at six?"
"I'll be there with bells on."
"Slave bells? Do you want to be my slave Chris?" Leslie say's huskily before hanging up, she doesn't give me a chance to respond.
I grab a beer and go over the conversation in my head, slave? I quickly google slave bells and get lost in reading about BDSM, and kink in general.
"Chris, we're home! Come help us." Carrie shouts out from the kitchen.
I glance at my watch to see it's after four. I feel like a pervert and I quickly close my browser, before heading into the kitchen.
Sophie has her arms full of Home Depot? Bags, when I step out into the garage.
"I knew you girls enjoyed painting your faces, but isn't this a little overboard?" I ask as I see gallons of paint, and materials in the back of Molly's SUV.
"You'll pay for that, mister!" Molly say's with a laugh, "come help us unload, I have to get ready for a date."
"What is all this?" I ask Carrie as I help her unload five gallon buckets of primer.
"We are painting the house, little brother!" Say's my smug sister.
I watch a less than thrilled Sophie roll her eyes and laugh.
"Who's we? I ask innocently.
"You don't have to paint!" Carrie say's defensively, "just move some furniture, ok?"
"Yeah right!" I reply sarcastically, "the only thing I've ever seen you paint is your nails."
"Keep up the chauvinistic remarks Chris, and maybe we'll paint YOUR nails." Molly say's in passing.
"Molly, you don't know Carrie like I do, I bet either I finish the painting, or it remains white."
"I'll take that bet! If we ask you to do anything other than muscle work, I'll pay Geoff's son to mow your lawn all next summer."
"And if I don't have to paint?"
"You attend a Halloween ball with us as my guest."
I see Sophie and Carrie look at each other and smirk, so my eyes narrow before I ask, "what's the catch?"
"I get to choose your costume, and you have to wear it without a single complaint, and I'll expect you to do whatever it takes to make the costume... convincing."
"What kind of costume?"
Molly just smiles her smile and winks at me. Neither Carrie or Sophie will meet my eyes, so I know I'm being set up here. But I figure I have an ace up my sleeve, because to my knowledge neither Carrie or Sophie have ever followed through with any project that involved manual labor.
"One night as your escort in the costume of your choice, verses a season's worth of yard work?"
"And whatever we ask you to do to make it convincing, that's the bet, Mr Chauvinism."
"If I have to cut one corner, or paint one baseboard, I win?"
"If we even ask you to pick up a brush you win."
"And it will be finished before we go back to work Monday?"
"Yes."
You're on!"
"Oh this is going to be fun!" Sophie say's excitedly.
"Sorry bro, you can't back out now!"
I get a sinking feeling in my gut...Should I be worried at this point?...Nah, I know Carrie, I'll be painting by Tuesday.
Just as we're finishing up stacking the paint by rooms, my cell shouts out "throw me a frickin bone here, I'm the boss, need the info!"
I look down and curse when I see it's four forty five.
"I gotta go, I have a date tonight, listen, if you get hungry later, there's a pizza and an assortment of sandwiches in the fridge."
Carrie's jaw drops, and I see Sophie smile her "gonna get laid," smile as I rush into the house for a quick shower and shave.
I shower, shave, and I'm out the door in fifteen minutes. I almost forget the beer, but happen by a liquor store on the way to Leslie's so I grab a twelve pack of Fat Tire.
I'm ten minutes late when I knock on the door, Leslie answers with a frown.
"I was beginning to think you weren't coming," she say's with a pout as she invites me in. I notice she's wearing a short plaid skirt, and white button down Oxford shirt.
She sure as hell doesn't look twenty one dressed like this!
I swallow audibly before I can stammer out, "I'm so sorry, I had to help my sister."
"Relax Chris, I'm just teasing you, have a seat," Leslie say's with a smile.
The house is nice ranch style in Clarendon Hills, and I can tell by the photo's it must be her parents house. Strangely enough, I see photos of an older couple, and the couple with a young girl who might be Leslie, but I don't see any recent photo's of les, or of the family.
"Your parents?" I ask her as she returns from the kitchen.
"What?" Leslie say's in surprise, "oh them, yeah. They're up in Lake Geneva closing up the cottage, they'll be up there for another week."
She takes my hand and leads me into the family room, "so, tell me about your job," she says as we sit on the sofa.
"Well we try to engineer new ways to help clean up the environment, or at least minimize our impact."
"Sounds important," she say's while practically sitting in my lap.
"Uh, Les, are you sure your twenty one?" I ask squeamishly.
She rolls her eyes exasperatedly, "do I need to show you my birth certificate?" She say's peevishly.
Once again I feel like I'm on the defensive, why am I such a push over when it comes to women?
Leslie suddenly jumps up so quickly I get a flash of white cotton panties. She goes into the foyer and returns with a College of Du Page I.D. and thrusts it out at me.
It has a blue border surrounding her photo and say's 'Leslie S Circe, Senior."
"In Illinois, all of our identification has a blue border for twenty one and over, and a red border for under twenty one... Satisfied Mr Paranoia?"
I stand up and sheepishly hand back the I.D. "Look Leslie, I'm sorry if I pissed you off, I'll leave if you want me to.
I'm expecting her to tell me to leave, I wasn't expecting her to jump up and wrap her legs around my waist or her lips crush onto mine.
My hands reach down and grab her firm ass in support as her arms wrap tightly around my head. Her hot tongue slips between my lips and explores every inch of my mouth.
I feel my erection start to throb, as it presses against my jeans, she must have felt it too, because she grinds her pussy against my crotch in a frenzy of motion.
After an eternity, she let's her legs fall to the floor, and releases my head, her eyes are gleaming as her left hand lowers and starts stroking my cock through my jeans.
"Why don't you go light the grill while I get us a couple of beers?" She whispers seductively, "maybe if your a good boy, I'll let you have pie for desert."
I groan and close my eyes as her hand continues to stroke me.
"What are you waiting for?" She say's playfully, "if you hurry, maybe I'll suck your cock as we wait for the grill to heat up."
I manage to pull away from her to go light the grill, it takes me ten long, frustrating minutes to find the natural gas valve, and to light the grill.
I return to find Leslie has tied her shirt up under her tits, exposing her flat midriff. Her hair is now in pig tails, and she's applied a bubble gum pink lip gloss. She looks every inch a naughty school girl.
She's licking her beer bottle like a lollipop when I enter the kitchen "Oh Les," I pant when I see her, "that is so hot."
She smiles suggestively and crooks her finger at me. I hurry over to where she wants me, and she hands me the beer.
Her hands run down my body as she slowly sinks to her knees, she teases my cock through my jeans with her nails as she stares up at me.
When she finally unzips my zipper I watch her lick her pink lips just before they wrap around my swollen head. Her eyes close and she swallows me whole.
I squeeze my eyes shut and lean back against the kitchen table as her lips and tongue work their magic on my dick.
"Oh God Les, that feels fantastic! Don't stop!" I whisper as I set my right hand down on top of her head.
She backs off my dick and starts stroking it rapidly as she whispers, "hold my head, and fuck my mouth, when your about to cum, grab a fistful of hair, ok?"
I nod and start pumping my hips, thrusting my dick in and out of her mouth. After three minutes I feel the build up, and stop thrusting as I grab handfuls of her hair.
I expect her to move to the side and finish me with her hand, but she surprises me by swallowing my dick.
"Oh fuck Les, I'm cumming!" I say. She just nods yes and swallows my load.
She gags a bit and her hand taps mine to release her hair, startled I let her hair go and she falls to all fours.
"Oh shit, are you alright?" I ask in a panic.
"I'm fine, I just need to catch my breath," Leslie replies in a hoarse voice.
I help her to her feet and look on helplessly as she waves me off and chokes down some beer.
"Damn Chris! When was the last time you got laid? I thought you'd never stop cumming."
"It's been over four years." I say, embarrassed.
"Really? Why the fuck did you wait so long?"
"Well, after ah, my last relationship ended badly, I decided to concentrate on my career."
"Wasn't there anyone in Idaho?"
"No, I mean there might have been, but I was so focused on work, I didn't take the time to socialize."
"That's sad." Leslie finally say's with a frown.
"I wouldn't say that, it brought me here to you."
Leslie wraps her arms around me before kissing me deeply, I can taste the beer, and something else on her tongue, and turn a bit green when I figure out what it is.
Leslie breaks the kiss and say's, "c'mon stud, let's go grill dinner."
As we're cooking Leslie continues to ask me questions, but I notice she seems to dodge and evade answering my own.
We sit outside to eat and Leslie comes out the blue and say's, "Chris, I'm not going to let you fuck me tonight."
I choke a bit on the chicken I'm eating, and drink some beer before saying, "Ah, ok? That's a strange thing to say. I'm good enough to blow, but no intercourse for you?"
"No, it's not like that! I want to fuck you, I really do!, But I want our first time to be magical."
"I'd say your performance in the kitchen was pretty damn magical!"
"Chris, it was only a blow job," she rolls her eyes and continues, "I'm talking about deepest, darkest desires! I want to know what you fantasize about when your all alone and whack off."
"I really don't have any fantasies, Les."
"Bullshit, everyone does, you can tell me, I have an open mind, I promise not to judge you."
"Um, Leslie, we just met, how do you know my fantasy isn't to murder my date before fucking her?"
"Chris, get real! You don't have that kind of darkness in you, we both know it."
"I really don't get you, why can't we just get to know one another like normal people before we start sexual exploration?"
"Because one, you've been deprived of intimacy for too long, and two, you start your new job soon, so between your job, my classes, and clinical's, we won't find much time for exploration, hell, we'll be lucky to find enough time for dinner and a movie together."
"You paint a pretty bleak picture of our future together."
"Not at all, we'll find our stride, and happiness, it just might take a couple of years. I really like you Chris, more than any other person I've ever met, I don't want to wait until we're forced into planning 'special' time together."
Damn her, her logic is compelling! And she's talking about a long term relationship already! I ponder my next words very carefully.
"Before we go any further there's something I have to get off my chest."
"I'm listening."
"My sister Carrie and her lover Sophie, want to have a baby, and they asked me to be the father."
Leslie sits back and say's "wow, didn't see THAT coming! Why you?"
"My sister has a theory that if I'm the father, the baby will either look like her, because we're identical twins, or Sophie, or a combination of the two..."
"Well, that's pretty logical actually, are you going to do it?"
"I don't know Les, before I met you I probably would have. My sister's argument was compelling, and it's Sophie who'll be carrying the child, but I don't want to fuck up any shot at a relationship with you."
Leslie goes inside and grabs two beers, she hands me one and sits down in silence for a few minutes.
When she finally speaks, she say's "I don't know what to say, other than your sister must think awful highly of you to ask this, but I'm sensing there's more to this story."
I hang my head in shame and whisper, "Sophie is the last person...The only person I've ever had sex with."
"You told me it's been four years, and it ended badly! I don't understand."
"It WAS four years ago, Sophie left me for my sister Carrie, in fact she only started dating me to get close to Carrie."
"Oh my god Chris, even though she broke your heart you let them come stay with you? How do you deal with it?"
"I love my sister, and they're truly happy together, so as much as I wanted to, I just couldn't hold a grudge."
"Forgive me for saying this but, that's one fucked up story... Now when you say you love your sister, we're not talking incestuously, are we?"
A look of revulsion crosses my face as I reply, "fuck no!"
"Alright, I just had to ask...I think you should do it."
"Are you serious? You think I should sleep with Sophie?"
"Sleep with her? You didn't mention that minor detail!..I thought you meant donating sperm."
"They want it to be natural as possible...I didn't mean to hold anything back, I swear... Fuck!...I'll tell them I can't do it."
Leslie sits there quietly for a full five minutes before speaking,
"Shit Chris! This is one hell of a situation we're in. I mean I have an open mind and all, I could accept a threesome, or even if you wanted to try another guy, but to accept you sleeping with your ex? What happens to me if Sophie decides she'd rather be with you after all? You obviously had feelings for one another in the past, where would I stand if that old flame rekindles?"
"Les, I don't want to lose you, I'll just tell them to find someone else...Problem solved."
"And have your sister pissed at me for the rest of our lives? No thanks! I'll agree to this on three conditions."
"Les, I really don't like ultimatums."
"Tough shit Chris, if you want to have a relationship with me, you damn well better agree to my terms!"
Torn between feelings of anger and shame I nod my head and say, "go ahead, I'm listening."
"One, You fulfill my fantasy before fucking Sophie. I want something good to remember if things go bad between us."
"And?"
"Two, you tell me your fantasy, so we can fulfill it before you sleep with Sophie. I want you thinking about the amazing sex with ME when your fucking her!"
"Les, nothing will go bad, I swear, Sophie is like a sister to me now."
"So you say, I think that's kinda creepy, but I'm willing to give you the benefit of doubt."
"Thank you, what's your third condition?"
"I'll let you know after one and two are met."
"That's not fair!"
"I don't care! You're asking me for permission to fuck another woman, is that fair? How would you feel if I told you I wanted to remain a fuck buddy with one of my exes?"
"No it's not fair, and I don't think I could accept you having a 'fuck buddy'...Ok, I accept your terms."
Leslie sits back in her chair and crosses her arms under her tits expectantly.
"Promise not to laugh?"
"Chris, after what you just told me, you could tell me you want to have a threesome with Bigfoot and a midget and I wouldn't be surprised."
I can't help but laugh at that mental image.
"It's really silly come to think of it now,"
"Tell me, damn it!"
"Do you remember that old TV show Batman?"
"Adam West and Ricardo Montalban? Sure."
"Cesar Romero, but yeah, that one, well ever since I was a kid I fantasized I was Batman, and was about to capture Catwoman."
"Ooh, sounds like fun!"
"Well, Catwoman always found a way to turn the tables and trap Batman."
"Yeah, but Batman always escapes the trap and wins in the end."
"In my fantasy, Catwoman turns the tables, but instead of trying to kill him, she captures him and uses sex to torture the location of the Batcave out of him."
Leslie's smiling now as she say's, "how does Catwoman turn the tables?"
"Well in one episode, she uses a knockout powder in her compact, and in another, she shoots them with a dart gun."
"Well we obviously can't use drugs, or guns...Are you any good at improvisation?"
"What do you mean?"
"Role playing, can you follow a lead?"
"I think so, but I've never role played before."
"You poor, depraved boy...So you'll let me decide how and when to turn the tables?"
"Yeah, I guess."
Do you know what you want Catwoman to say?"
"In my mind it's typical porn stuff, but I don't have specific phrases in mind."
"So, we're talking bondage, how secure are you looking for? Handcuffs? Rope? Silk scarves?"
"I'd like it to be as realistic as possible, I don't want to escape because I'm not bound securely, in the show it was always rope."
"Ok now tell me what Catwoman CAN'T do to Batman while she's torturing him."
"Gee, I'm not sure...I mean, she really wants the location to use the Batcomputer to plan her escape."
"Chris...Tell me YOUR limits, I have a very creative mind, but this is your fantasy here, I don't want to ruin it for you."
"Ah, I don't want to be pissed on, or shit on. I don't mind some pain, or blood, but I'd prefer not to have to explain any marks if possible."
"How about sex toys?"
"Like a Cat O Nine Tails, or nipple clamps?"
"Yeah, like those."
"I'm willing to try almost anything."
"Another question, are you willing to let me do things my way? For instance if I order you to do something, will you?"
"Within reason, I won't break any laws."
"No, nothing like that, also I might need you to help me fund this."
"How much are we talking?"
"I don't know yet, it depends on how many props I can borrow or make myself, I'm assuming we're wearing costumes?"
"I am in my fantasy..."
"Ok, rough estimate, two, possibly three hundred dollars max, I can probably find a costume rental shop...I'll need you to write down your sizes, including shoes."
"I guess I could spend that much, tell you what, I'll write you a check, spend what you need and return the rest, ok?"
"You trust me with your money?"
"It's only three hundred, besides, I know where you live."
"One last question, are you willing to do this before sleeping with your ex, and my parents come home?"
"Yeah, if you are."
"Alright, now since this is new to both of us, I need you to promise me you'll tell me to stop if you feel I've gone too far."
"A safe word?"
"I guess we can call it that."
"How about Boy Wonder."
"Ok, Boy Wonder it is."
"Now about your fantasy?"
"Fair is fair, it's not too elaborate, but I've dreamed about it for years."
"How come you haven't fulfilled it yet?"
"I haven't found a guy I trusted, until now:)"
"I'm flattered, lay it on me."
"I just get home from cheerleader practice, I'm still in my uniform when I enter my bedroom. I see a man dressed in black, wearing a ski mask going through my jewelry box."
"Ah, Les, I don't know," I say as I see where this is going.
"I thought you said you were open to anything? At least hear me out before passing judgment."
"I'm not judging you, I just don't know if I can be rough enough for you to be happy."
"I don't want you to beat me! Just to rough me up a bit, tie me up and fuck me in the ass!"
"No bruises, or blood?"
"No! Maybe a slap or two, but no marks."
"Alright, what else?"
"I'd like you to use my pantyhose to tie me to the bed, then rip my panties off and use them to gag me, then you fuck me up the ass, and eat me out doggy style. I want to feel the ski mask scratching me as you eat me...You'll have to lick my ass before penetration, ok?"
"I'm not very comfortable with this..."
"Then forget I even mentioned it!..." Leslie say's angrily.
"Wait a second, I'm not comfortable, but I'll do it for you."
"Really?" Excitement rises in her voice.
"Yeah, listen, I really like you Les, and if you trust me enough not to hurt you, I'd like to be the one to fulfill your fantasy."
Leslie's beautiful smile lights up her face before she kisses me deeply."
"I think we should call it a night, it's getting late, and I still have some homework to do."
I look at my watch and I'm surprised to see it's nine thirty. I pull a blank check out of my wallet and fill out the amount before signing it.
"Please make it out to cash," Leslie suggests, "I share an account with my parents, and I don't know how to explain to them that a stranger gave me three hundred bucks."
"Sure, no problem...thanks for... dinner." is all I can think to say before she latches on for a good night kiss."
"Pleasant dreams... Batman."
After I get into my truck I text Carrie that I'd be home by ten thirty, I don't want to walk in on them, if you know what I mean;).
I'm feeling fantastic as I drive home, I had no idea I'd find someone as great as Leslie. She's smart, funny, open minded, and has a healthy sexual appetite, what more could a guy ask for?
As I'm driving down my street I notice all the lights on the first floor of my house burning brightly. I pull into the garage and enter through the kitchen.
I grab a beer and wander into the family room to find Carrie and Sophie hard at work taping off the room.
"What's going on?" I ask as I lean against the door frame.
"Hi Bro! How was your date?"
"Great, I see you guys decided to get an early start here, I'd thought you'd have taken advantage of my absence."
"Don't worry, we did," Sophie say's over her shoulder. "Thanks for the sandwiches, that Eggplant was really good."
"My pleasure Soph, you guys got a minute?"
Carrie and Sophie set down their tape, and we head back to the kitchen table. They each grab a bottle of water and sit down.
"Chris, do you have plans for the basement?" Sophie asks before I can speak.
As I'm shaking my head I say, "just storage, why?"
"We'd like to put in a Bowflex, and maybe an elliptical machine.
"Sure, we can build an exercise room if you want, I can probably have it framed in by the end of the week...By the way, I forgot to mention we're invited to the neighbors for the game on Sunday."
"Game? What game?" Carrie asks in confusion.
"As Geoff put it, da Bears! Sunday is the first game of the NFL season, and apparently a big deal around here."
"Can I wear my jersey?" Sophie says innocently.
"Ah, right, the jersey..."
"I'm teasing you, but it sounds like fun." Sophie finishes with a grin.
"Anything else? I'd like to get some more work done." Carrie jumps in.
"Yeah, one more thing...I wonder if you chose the paint you'll want for the nursery?"
"Nursery? What nurs...Oh my god, Chris, are you serious?"
I nod and the next thing I know I'm laying on the floor with Sophie and Carrie piled on top of me smothering me with kisses.
"Let me up already, jeez!" I finally manage to say.
We scramble to our feet, and they envelope me in a tight embrace.
"I didn't think you would do it...What about the girl you went out with?" Carrie say's emotionally.
"Her name is Leslie, and we talked about it over dinner tonight...She's ok with it."
"You told her, and she's fine with it?" Sophie say's incredulously.
"Uh yeah, she has some concerns, but I believe once she meets you two, and see's you together, her fears will be alleviated... Providing you stop teasing me while she's around... I don't think I could explain that...To anyone."
"I promise I'll be a good girl." Sophie say's angelically.
I look at my sister and roll my eyes. "She's gonna blow it for you!"
"No way in hell, I'll lock the bitch in the basement first!"
Mock outrage crosses Sophie's face, and we burst out laughing.
"Now, about the nursery...I was thinking I'll move my desk and computer up into the sitting area in the loft, and you can have the office."
"Oh Chris, no! You already gave us the master suite, we can't take your office too!" Carrie say's with concern.
"You have a better idea?"
"No," she replies sorrowfully.
"Cheer up! This is supposed to be happy news! Listen, Sophie gave me an idea, instead of just one room downstairs, I can frame two! And a bathroom, I'll set up an office down there."
"No Chris! I feel like we're taking the whole first floor from you... It's not fair!"
"Our only other option is to sell this place and buy something bigger, do you want to explore that option?"
"But you seem to like it here." Sophie finally chimes in.
"Yeah, I do, besides if I build my office downstairs, I can have everything exactly how I want it."
"I bet he wants a two way mirror so he can perv me working out." Sophie jokes.
"Oh get over yourself." I say, feeling proud of myself and totally missing the surprised look Carrie shoots Sophie.
"Alright Chris, but on one condition!" Carrie say's resolutely.
"Not you too! I'm getting tired of women giving me ultimatums!" I warn Carrie.
"Who? Leslie?"
"I don't want to talk about it, ok?"
"Oook, but I insist we pay for all the materials you need to fix up the basement!"
"That's fine Sis, but it won't be cheap."
"I still have most of the money Grand Dad left us, we can handle it."
"Fair enough, now if you'll excuse me, I have some drafting to do..."
*Ring!* "Hello Lisa,"
"Hello Master."
"How did it go tonight?"
"Master, I'll need to borrow some items for phase two, but first, wait until you hear this..."
The Master's laugh echo's through the house... Master is very pleased with her report.
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