Dan was in a familiar position. He wasn't baked but he was a little stoned. He was drinking less these days, he figured it was a good thing. He was handcuffed to Dolly's iron bed, his arms extended above his head. She had his legs spread and she was sitting between them. She was a plump little thing and when she rolled her chubby thighs up under her round belly and immense tits she was just a pile of flesh with a broad smile and bright blue eyes. She had her finger in his ass slowly fucking him. He had gotten used to it. Before he had gotten hard she had placed three rings on his cock. Now that she had massaged his prostate for twenty minutes his dick was swollen, purple, and aching. She would get on him in a minute and just stay there. She had once spent an hour and a half on his cock and only gotten off of him when she had fallen asleep. He'd had to wake her to unlock him.
"Are you going to do it for me?"
"No. I don't think it's right."
"It has to be done. She even told me she wanted it to happen. She likes you. I think you are the perfect man to take her cherry."
"I'm still against it." He said.
"I don't care. That's not how this works. I tell you what to do, you do it."
"I read about what the whole D&S thing is supposed to be. I don't think you are ever supposed to ask me to do things I actually don't want to do."
"Fuck that. It works because you do what you are told or you are punished." She worked a second finger in his ass. It wasn't comfortable. It didn't feel good, like when she fingered him with just one. It was still good though. It was good in that way that he knew it shouldn't be good but still was.
"Fine."
"Cool. I work tomorrow night." She said. She let loose of his ass and climbed on. He loved to watch her rock on top of him.
Dan got off earlier on Fridays. He didn't really get off early - he just left. He went back to Dolly and Steph's place. Stephanie wasn't home yet. He made a cocktail and smoked on the patio looking down on the pool. Their neighbor, a pretty good-looking older chick was laying out. He liked her. If he hadn't taken up with the plump deviant he probably would have been dating someone like her.
He was surprised when Steph joined him. He must have been home longer than he thought.
"Wanna hit?" she asked him.
"Just a little," he agreed. They went inside. There wasn't shit in the little metal tin. Steph texted Dolly to bring some home. It was a benefit of working in a bar.
"Want a drink?" he asked her.
"Not really," she said. He made a drink for himself anyway. It was the end of the bourbon. There was beer. It was going to have to do if he wanted another. When he came back to the couch she was watching an old movie. Dan had almost forgotten about old movies. He had loved them. His ex-wife had been a fan. It was what they did when they were young and in love.
"This is a good one, there is a panther or a puma or something. It's very silly."
Stephanie giggled. He made a pizza and switched to beer. He hated frozen pizza but his zaftig girlfriend and her roommate loved them. He realized once it was done and he was sitting eating, he wasn't watching the movie but watching Stephanie.
Truth be told, he had a crush on her before he had even met Dolly. As he remembers it, and he doesn't remember things that well he had been chasing Stephanie, trying to get her to go out with him, when Dolly had grabbed him, drunk, and brought him home.
The movie ended. She had eaten most of the pie. "What now?" she asked. She absentmindedly flipped through the channels.
"Kevin stays over all the time." If drove him nuts. He didn't like the dude. He suspected Dolly was right, he was gay and denying it by dating the round little blonde. He wondered if he would like him better if he came out of the closet. He suspected probably not, the dude was still an arrogant prick. "You really have never slept with him."
"Not really any of your business."
"Okay." Dan said, letting her off the hook. He wasn't one to pry.
"Should we go to the bar?" she asked him.
"Naw." He said. He had been given a mission. He wasn't dead set on carrying it out but he also didn't feel like going anywhere. "Wanna go to the hot tub?" he asked her.
"You are going to get all worked up if we do. Dolly closes tonight."
"I know." He said.
She looked at him for an overly long time. He just looked back at her. She was adorable. He was thinking she wasn't as big as Dolly but that it might be an illusion - she carried it differently. Her waist was smaller but her hips and thighs were wider. He wanted her. He wanted to go down on her. He could get down there and just stay for as long as she would let him. That was his thing.
"Ill put on my suit."
He stripped naked in the living room. He liked how much time he spent naked here. He had to root though the things he had piled in Dolly's room to find his own trunks. He got two towels that didn't smell entirely awful and they walked to the adult spa. There was no one there yet. They would come later. Stoned and drunk grownups from around the complex would show up later at night. It was a fucking nightmare. They all seemed to pair up at random. He loved it. His complex was much nicer with larger apartments and a resort feel but there was no pickup action at the hot tub. He supposed it didn't matter. He had a girlfriend.
They sat alone in the tub not talking for a full cycle. He had to get up and twist the nob to turn the bubbles back on. He hadn't wanted to. He liked the way her body floated in the water and how he could see her if the bubbles weren't going.
"Put that thing away!" she giggled as he ran over to the button and back. He realized looking down he was fully erect and it was obvious.
Back in the water, rather than settle back where he was sitting, he moved straight towards her.
"I told you, you would get worked up."
"Sorry."
