2 timing duo Peter and Joni
Peter
think hard about himself and the situation he had walked into. He recognised that he had reached a new level of exploring his sexuality, it was
no longer a fantasy or a dream. He really had sucked another man's prick and had
enjoyed it. But, he was a heterosexual, for God's sake, or was he gay? No, he was neither and both. He knew that he found Joni's body far more
attractive. Women are smooth and curved and Robin's body, while being quite sexy
was also rather coarse in comparison. It was not that he felt any loathing of
Robin's hairy chest, but give him a pair of smooth, pert breasts and he knew
which he would prefer. But, he had to admit to himself that he had loved kissing and sucking Robin's
prick.He realised that he probably enjoyed it more than a woman would. For them,
it was a means to an end - for him it was an end in itself because it was a
mutual love of himself. Men who suck each other are loving themselves he thought
- perhaps this kind of bisexuality was narcissism? ------------------------------------------------- The realisation of how he had been caught out by Joni took longer to sink in,
but when it did, Peter's blood ran cold. My GOD!!!!!! "She's got it on video-tape!" Peter was ruined!! Peter was shocked. Peter was thoughtful. He thought and thought, playing various scenarios through his mind. Deep in thought, he parked his car and entered his flat. He stopped at the TV
and started to look throught the videotapes. "Yes" he hissed to himself as he
found the tape of Joni and himself. OK, so she had him on videotape with Robin and he had himself on tape with her,
so.......what? What was she planning to do with her video-tape? There had been no threats..... yet. Maybe it was just a tit-for-tat bargaining chip. He knew she wanted to entrap him
but he wondered if she would really be able to use the video-tape?
Would the Press be interested? He sighed to himself. Unless he could find a way to stop Joni, he was
finished........or was he? He could get his retaliation in first, by going straight to the police and
claiming she had blackmailed him over the tape. They would guarantee him
anonymity and it was his word against hers. He was a rather more important person
than Joni and suddenly he knew what to do next. While Peter was scheming, Joni had been celebrating her entrapment of Peter and
she opened a bottle of champagne to share it with Robin. "You should have seen his face as I taped you coming into his mouth and he
realised was on tape - it was a brilliant picture!!" Joni laughed. "Be careful," Robin warned. "He is a crafty type.I know it because I am,too.
We're never out-of-control even when we appear to be. I saw it in his eyes." "Don't be so negative," laughed Joni - "I've got him and all I have to do is to
work out what to do with this." she said as she waved the tape in triumph. ------------------------------------ Peter decided to strike while the iron was hot and Joni was startled by her
mobile phone ringing. "Hello" Joni recognised Peter's voice but was thrown off balance by the fact that he was
calling her. He should have been cowering, trying to get away from her as fast as
possible, but here he was, his level, enigmatic self, and she was speechless. "Joni...... I know you are there. You are probably sipping champagne." In the silence, as Robin looked at her with a question in his face, Joni suddenly
found her voice."Er, yes I was having a glass. What do you want?" "I want to give you a word of warning." Peter said, evenly.
"You would be foolish to do anyhting with that tape as I have just informed the
police that you have threatened me with blackmail and they have guaranteed me
anonymity and a press black-out, so I think you had better toe the line, young
lady." It was Joni's turn to be shocked and frightened and she was qucikly on the
defensive. "I had no intention if using that tape against you" she sputtered. Robin was suddenly alert and she had to wave him away as she went on. "The tape
was purely for my personal enjoyment." "I am glad that you understand and I would like you to know that unless you and
Robin do waht I tell you in the future, I shall inform the police. For the moment
I
shall hold them off, but any threat to use that tape and I will nail you and
they'll jail you and throw away the key". Joni knew that he was overstating his case but she recognised that she was in
deep trouble."Yes, I accept that." "I'll be in touch" said Peter as he rang off. --------------------------------- It was two days later, when Joni answered the phone to listen to Peter giving her
instructions. "Book a room in the Central Hotel. A big bedroom. Prepare yourself for a meeting
with a group of people. I want you dressed as a submissive - that means you must
look like a slut. You will be our plaything and I will expect complete
obedience. I want you a red satin peephole bra and crotchless pants, a short
leather skirt and a see-through lace blouse. You shall also wear a dog collar
with a chain attached.Do as I say and no harm will come to you." "Yes," Joni said as evenly as she could. "I understand, but I want you word
that you will not go to police" "I am man of my word. You are a woman full of words.I understand you and I want
you and I am going to share you with other men because you want it, don't you?" "Yesss", Joni sighed. "I'll be there next Tuesday evening" As she put down the phone. Joni was shocked and aroused by Peter's domination.
She found his scenario both exciting and frightening, but her warm pussy betrayed
her real feelings.She began to imagine several men taking her at once.
As she took a slow, piping hot bath, she began to slide her hands down to her
pussy
stroking herself slowly and languidly as she began to think about two men
fucking her in her pussy. Or three men in her arse, her cunt and her mouth.
Or five men, as she wanked another two. She began to frig her clit as she dreamt
of one man after another taking her, a long hard fuck, one after the other
pounding her, screwing her arsehole, fucking her mouth. "Yess" she moaned,
as she pushed herself up to the heights by plunging her hand into her cunt,
dreaming that it was a cock. As she inserted a finger into her arse hole at the same time, she rose to an
intense climax and fell down the deep dark valley of desire to a plateau of
warmth. As she relaxed in the warm waters, she forced herself to question.
Would she go through with this gangbang? Joni realised that she would and that
she was now firmly on a road to discover more about herself than she ever
thought. "Am I really a sub slut?" she asked herself, But she knew that she enjoyed having power as well and that her relationship with
Peter was a dance of power, a battle of wits, a war of lust, a maelstrom of
emotions and desires that she found exciting and dangerously seductive.