Disclaimer: the following is a work of fiction. It may contain scenes of violence, bondage and/or sexual situations which may or may not be consensual, and is intended for adult readers only. All characters portrayed in this story are adults. This work in not for profit and is intended as entertainment only. The author does not support or encourage violence or humiliation towards women or anyone. Characters in this story are fictional and not based on any person living or dead, and are not meant to infringe on any existing characters in other literatures.
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Around three in the afternoon on that Saturday, Tom Brown was standing at the entrance to a local park, waiting on his date with his mentor, colleague and friend, Dana Foster. They had planned to spend a great portion of the weekend together, hanging out first, going to a restaurant, then hanging out some more and eventually spending the night together - for sleep and for sex. They had already had sex three times before, once in their office, twice at Tom's place. Dana had always managed to free herself from her family obligations.
Yet, as much as Tom was looking forward to it, he couldn't help but wonder if, subconsciously, part of him didn't want to sabotage the date. After all, if things went really well, it was entirely possible that the two of them would become an official item - and if that happened, all these wonderful sex games with Myriam, Rebecca and all the others would most likely come to an end. Having never lived such unbridled sexual passion before or such a polyamorous lifestyle (so to speak), Tom was enjoying the freedom and liberation granted by the experience. Problem was, he equally enjoyed his burgeoning and seemingly significant relationship with Dana. She might have been 8 years his elder at 42, but she still rocked a gorgeous body and a brilliant mind to match it. Myriam and her friends were emotionally (and physically) challenging. Dana was more of an intellectual conquest - an equal of sorts even though Tom couldn't find the right words. And both instances provided ample physical and sexual release. Tom was convinced that his sex life with Dana would be abundant should they make their couple official.
How to resolve this dilemma? Better yet, Tom asked himself, how to keep it all? How could he get into a relationship with Dana and still keep frequenting the 'sex gang'? The problem did not simply lie in one knowing about the other, although that concern was certainly present. For Tom, it was mostly about the impropriety of both relationships. Myriam was one of his students; Dana mentored him. The power play was part of the appeal of these relationships. And although no participant in that odd trio would ever abuse of that relationship for their own gain, the mere fact that it existed caused an issue.
There was also the fact that Dana's ex, Randi, had cheated on her; she didn't feel like she would tolerate another cheater, nor could Tom blame her. Tom felt guiltless so far, because he had actually inquired about being with other people, having even told her about Myriam without naming her or explaining who she was to him. Dana had officially stated she couldn't commit and she wouldn't ask him to either - but the more they frequented each other, the more likely it would be for them to revisit that arrangement.
When Dana finally showed up, Tom's mind was still racing around all these notions - especially since he remembered vividly how he had spent his previous evening, as well as the starting hours of this morning.
"Tom!" she called him out, almost running to him.
They traded a hug and a light peck on the lips. Given their previous intimacy, this was tame. Dana wore a free-flowing flowery skirt and a beautiful sun-labeled camisole under an open sweater. She quickly removed her glasses as she approached, mindful not to hide her gorgeous eyes.
"Been waiting long?" she asked him.
"Not much."
It was a lie, but she didn't need to know that detail. Tom had arrived as early as two, not because he had mistaken the time but because he needed to be alone. Having been overwhelmed with female presence in the past twenty-four hours, recollecting himself had seemed an appropriate reaction; so his claim wasn't actually a lie. He hadn't been waiting for her for more than few minutes.
"You look good," she told him.
"You look better," he flattered her.
She grabbed his arm, and instinctively they began strutting across the park, naturally weaving into conversation about the day's weather, politics, money, news, and anything that came to mind, including talking about one another. They stopped near a local food stand and Tom went to purchase a slushie for his date. She waited near a bench for him.
Even as he waited in line, Tom's mind raced to the early morning, a scene he could no more shake from his head than the previous night's sexual extravaganza.
He had awoken around nine, completely relaxed and refreshed. Myriam was no longer in bed. Tom, unmindful of his nudity given how much had been seen the previous night, strolled up to the bathroom to pee. He walked by Rebecca's open door, finding her lying naked and exposed in her own bed. Coming back from the toilet, he had stopped and stared at her naked frame; his erection had popped right back to attention, unsurprisingly given the dreams and realities of the previous night. He also remembered a wonderful occasion, roughly a full week ago, when he had watched Rebecca and Myriam enjoying a wonderful bout of erotic lesbian intercourse.
Aroused, Tom had looked around the apartment to find Myriam but she was nowhere to be seen. Failing that, he had wandered into Rebecca's room.
She was already awake, merely lounging in her bed.
At the park, Tom brought the slushie to Dana.
"Didn't get one for yourself?"
"Brain freeze one too many times. I got juice instead."
She smiled at him, taking a small sip of her drink. They resumed walking, checking out the people, the trees, the birds. There was a relaxing atmosphere to the scenery that allowed for Dana and Tom to walk unbothered by concerns of job or life in general. Dana avoided talking about her impending separation, her son or anything relevant to that whole affair. Tom kept his mouth shut about his own more recent sexual endeavours.
About an hour into their walk, they sat down on a bench and kissed in front of passers-by. There was no confusion at that point that they were a couple of sorts. Yet even as Tom's tongue met Dana's, he couldn't help but revisit that same morning - and Rebecca's bed.
"Mornin' sunshine," she had called him out. "I see you're rising to the occasion."
"Mornin' to you. Do you always sleep naked or is this something special for me?"
"Not necesarily for you..."
Tom had smiled, walking up to the side of her bed, setting his knees onto the mattress and leaning in to kiss the roommate. She had welcomed the gesture with an open mouth - her hand had reached between his legs.
"My are you eager," she had mused.
"I was going to wait for Myriam," he had replied, "but I didn't want to let it go to waste."
"Oh! Let's so not waste this!"
She had pulled him on the bed, onto his back, aiming his head to the foot of the bed. Rolling over him, she had placed her pussy against his face. His full length had then vanished inside her mouth as she had begun to blow him. Instinctively, his lips and tongue had reached for her labia, kissing her sex in much the same way as she had kissed his mouth.
Pulling away from Dana's lips now, he couldn't help but remember the unique taste Rebecca had left on his tongue earlier.
"You're a great kisser, Tom," Dana commented as he pulled away.
"Thanks. You're... better."
The comment seemed trite, even forced. Tom knew he was off his game. Feeling the tension in his pants, he could sense how these memories overwhelmed him. He thought about dragging Dana away to a remote place to alleviate that stress, but it didn't seem appropriate now. The desire was based on a memory - not on a current need.
"Are you all right?" Dana inquired, noticing his sudden unease.
"It's just a lot to take in," he lied. "You, me..."
"I'm rushing you..." Dana commented, suddenly feeling remorseful.
The last thing Tom wanted or needed was for Dana to feel any form of guilt regarding this: it was his alone to bear. Tom frowned.
"No," he blatantly stated. "Not rushing me. Believe me."
