This is a continuation of the adventures of Raymond and Anastasia (or Nastya for short) with their well-tamed friend Jane. The adventures now deeply involved Jean's husband, Dan, even if he didn't yet realize his level of involvement. He soon will, though, and I hope the end of his day disturbs you a just little. It certainly did Dan and Ray.
As always, you may want to read the preceding chapters first, we had a lot of fun, or since you're already here, you can just jump in and try to catch up. However, if you don't read all of the other chapters soon, I might send Nastya to visit you.
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Jean and Dan arrived promptly at 3:00 PM. They looked around and agreed that it was a beautiful suite: "Much nicer than our room." Dan said, unaware how familiar we were with his.
I started everyone off with a drink from our well-stocked bar.
Not surprisingly, considering the earlier adventures, everyone was in a happy mood. Three of us knew all the gory details behind those moods whereas the birthday boy knew a little and thought no-one knew an important part of his.
Nastya looked amazing. I won't bore you with what she was wearing until the items are being ripped from her body by wild lions or some such. Suffice to say, once again, she was performing at the upper end of her possible age range and that, apart from the perfect body, she looked nothing like Julia, the redheaded housekeeper, who had "secretly" fucked Dan earlier in his interesting day.
Jean also looked beautiful. Dan must have been quite proud of the amount of leg and the breast her dress showcased - even if he was frequently distracted by Nastya's more pointed counterparts. The only thing missing from her outfit, that I was aware of, was her bullet vibrator. Nastya had messed that part up a little but we already had a plan...
"Have you been to the waterfront yet Dan?" Nastya asked him, as if she didn't know the answer. "You can actually see it from up here, the view is amazing!"
She walked him through the open balcony doors to demonstrate. I didn't let Jean follow...
"What do you think of the bedroom for the photoshoot, Jean?" I asked and led her in the opposite direction.
As soon as we were inside I pushed her rather roughly towards the bed and forced her to bend over it. I lifted her dress up over her ass...
"Whose room is this, Jean? I asked sternly, spreading her butt cheeks.
Her pretty ass was enclosed in a pretty blue boyshorts that were probably chosen to avoid any visible surface lines. I pulled them down and off her (long, smooth) legs.
"Um, your room, sir... Your room and Anastasia's?"
"It's not your room, right Jean?"
"No sir, it's not my room."
"But I don't think your vibrator is in there..." further spreading her labia with my hand... "isn't there a rule about wearing your vibrator when you're not in your room, Jean. And you've forgotten on the very first day?"
"Oh!" she said, remembering both the rule and the recent whereabouts of her little torture device. "But... you... but Nastya... took out..."
She was, of course, correct. A few hours earlier, I remembered well, Nastya had pulled the still-buzzing bullet out of her vagina in order for me to fuck her. We'd found it during the clean up of our previous room, cleaned it too and recharged it. The we had devised this little side-plan when we realized she'd have no choice but to break the rule.
"So you're blaming Nastya for your disrespect of her own rule, Jean? What did you do to try and retrieve the item so that you could comply with Miss Nastya's wishes?"
"Uh, no, well, I... we'll you moved... I couldn't... I'm so sorry!" It wasn't actually a bad excuse.
"Well, luckily Nastya has kept it safe for you but I know she's a little disappointed in your level of commitment to such a simple task. Maybe we could just put it back when lunch comes, you know, under the table like you didn't get to try at the coffee shop?"
"No, oh, please, no... Dan..."
"Again with the 'no', Jean? Dan who? Dan who makes innocent little girls suck his penis and fucks chambermaids? You don't want that Dan to see... to know... about your indiscretions?"
"No, please, Ray, I'll do anything else for you..."
"Mmm, I'll certainly hold you to that. But maybe there is a way to make Nastya happy about this. Maybe if, when you found you'd carelessly misplaced the gift she gave you, that you had used some initiative..."
I paused, still playing with her naked ass and exposed pussy. When my fingers dipped inside her - she was deliciously wet once again - my thumb naturally came to rest on her anus. I retreated for a moment and pushed it into her vagina while I pressured and toyed with her clitoris. When it was liberally coated with her juices I returned to the previous position and spread them around and into her asshole. Jean pulled away from me at first but it was half-hearted. Reaching beneath her with my left, I groped her tits through the thin dress and pulled her back to me. Soon she was pushing her ass back of her own accord and with a sudden surrender, my thumb entered her anus.
I let go of her tits and brought my hand to her face, covering her mouth. When I slipped one finger into it she sucked on it eagerly and for the next many seconds she writhed while all of her holes accommodated my digits.
"Mmm, you've such a nice asshole, Jean, I think you like that!" Then, after a pause: "I've got it! You can use the buttplug she gave you!"
The day before at the coffee shop, Anastasia had given Jean a bag of sex toys that we'd purchased as props for our various plans. One of them was a simple and smallish butt plug that she'd chosen on a whim and included because every submissive needs one sometime, right?
I retrieved my fingers and thumb and helped her to her feet.
"I think you should make an excuse to go back to your room and lube up the buttplug she gave you, and put it in this pretty asshole. I think if she sees that she'll be happily surprised and she won't mind so much about the vibrator."
I guess the best part of domination for me is when I see the submissive weigh two depraved alternatives and then choosing the slightly less distressing one eagerly. Jean agreed, my idea was a reasonable solution.
"It's a beautiful day, you won't need any panties this afternoon, Jeanie, leave them here. What kind of bra are you wearing? Show me?"
The balcony outside wrapped completely around our corner suite. It had a solid wall rather than the railings in our previous room. The bedroom blinds were tilted just so that we could see Dan and Nastya right outside our window but they were unlikely to see inside (actually we'd checked). She was standing close to him with her hand resting lightly on his shoulder as she pointed out some landmark in the city below. Jean didn't hesitate but it was a bit of a struggle with the tight upper part of the dress to show her bra as instructed.
