The Compliant Cuckold Ch. 11

Literotic asexstories – The Compliant Cuckold Ch. 11 by chris_coup,chris_coup
The Compliant Cuckold – Chap 11

Synopsis

This story is about a husband’s willing decent into cuckoldry. Paul is a married, sexually inadequate man unable to satisfy his gorgeous young wife, Jolie, in bed. She loves him, but has become sexually frustrated and was persuaded by her stunning friend Kylie, to add some excitement to their love life. They have discovered that Paul is a submissive and that he is excited by female domination, tease and denial. Jolie finds that she is bisexual and falls for her friend who has now moved in with them. The three of them have befriended a younger girl, Lucy, who has a crush on Paul. Lucy’s Father kept her locked in her room for two weeks before Paul, Kylie and her sister rescued her, and is staying with Paul, Jolie and Kylie before moving in to a rented house with Lola, Kylie’s sister. Lucy has discovered she is bi and has had sex with Jolie and Kylie and has agreed to try being their submissive. Her first instruction was to ride her scooter home with no knickers under her skirt, but she has been pulled over by a police car.

This chapter follows on from chapter ten. It can be read as a stand alone but will make more sense if you have read chapters one to ten first.

This story contains the following sexual activities – please don’t read it if they offend you. Heterosexual, bisexual, lesbian, femdom, anal and bondage. All characters involved in sexual activity are 18 or older.

Chapter 11 – Smart Moves.

I was on edge as I rode my electric scooter from my shift at the coffee shop back to Jolie’s house. I glanced nervously around me as I trundled down the quiet street. That morning I had agreed to being submissive to Jolie and her live-in girlfriend Kylie. Jolie had brought me to the edge of orgasm and then announced that my first test of obedience was to wait for my release until she got home after work. To make sure I remained horny during the day she had sent a stream of naughty texts, some containing instructions. I had had my anal plug in all day and during the last hour she had told me to set it to pulse vibrations every couple of minutes. The last text had been to tell me to take my bra and my knickers off before riding my scooter home. I protested telling her my skirt was too short, but after a naughty text telling me what she was going to do to me when I got home I was feeling horny and reckless enough to do as she asked. She’d given me the route to take and told me to tie my knickers around the handlebars so she could see I had obeyed her as she passed me in the car.

So there I was, nervously riding home, grabbing at my skirt every time the wind caught it. The air moving around my bare pussy made me very conscious of my precarious modesty. My unfettered breasts jiggled at every bump and I was glad of my short jacket. I was whizzing down an urban, tree lined street with posh, detached houses on either side with my red, lacy knickers tied to my handlebars. A passing lorry blew my skirt up and I grabbed at it in panic, – had I flashed the street? When I heard a car behind me I half turned expecting to see Jolie and almost fell off as a police car pulled up in front of me and waved me down. My heart rate doubled as the door opened and I was certain I was going to be arrested. I felt a rush of relief as Helen Dinsdale, the gorgeous policewoman who had helped me retrieve some of my things from my parents house, got out and came over. My face turned pink as I saw her glance at the knickers tied to my scooter bars.

“Sorry I didn’t have chance to talk to you in the cafe, but you were busy and that colleague I was with is a bit of a gossip. Everything OK, no issues with your Dad?”

I stammered that everything was fine and thanked her again for her help. I mentioned the soil and water in the bags and she empathised.

“Oh what a sad man. I’ll keep an eye out and see if I can get the traffic boys to pull him for something. That’s rather an odd place to keep your spare pair.”

She glanced down at my knickers again and I went an even brighter shade of scarlet. Another large truck went passed just as my vibrator pulsed. I flinched at the buzzing sound and grabbed at my skirt as it blew around in the truck’s wake. When I looked up Helen was grinning from ear to ear.

“Lucy Pascoe, you naughty, naughty girl. I think I better arrest you before you catch a chill. How do you fancy a blue light ride to the nick? I don’t often get to put my flashers on.”

I looked down at my feet mortified as she laughed.

“Please Helen, Jolie is going to pick me up, she’ll be worried if she can’t see me.”

“Honey, I’m teasing you. Have a fun evening, but please be careful. Not everyone is as nice as the Radcliffes.”

I thanked her and headed off down the street. Of all the people to meet. I couldn’t believe she’d caught me in a short skirt with no knickers on and the vibrator buzzing in my bottom.o I looked over my shoulder and she was still watching me. At the end of the street Jolie pulled in front of me in her Audi TT and stopped. She got out and hugged me. When she tried to turn our peck hello into a full on snog she felt me hesitate.

“What’s wrong Lucy? Are you uncomfortable kissing me in public?”

“No, it’s just Helen Dinsdale is in that police car back there – the PC who helped me get my stuff from my Dad.”

As I glanced at the police car the blue lights came on for a few seconds and I giggled. Jolie looked at me bemused.

“It’s a reference to flashers – she sussed I wasn’t wearing any knickers under my skirt.”

Jolie giggled too.

“She sounds fun. Do you like her?”

I went pink for the umpteenth time today.

“Let’s get your scooter in the car, you’ve got a date with this.”

She squeezed a large bulge in her suit pants and my hand went to my mouth.

“You’re packing!”

“I am. And l’m so horny I’m going to have you over the bonnet if you don’t hurry and get in.”

I folded my scooter and put it into the back of her car and she closed the tailgate. I climbed in to the passenger seat, smoothing my skirt under me to try and avoid my wet pussy leaving an embarrassing mark on her leather upholstery. As she drove I leaned across to feel the bulge in her suit pants. It was noticeably bigger than the one she had used on me two nights ago and my core clenched in anticipation as the plug pulsed again in my bottom. I looked across at her and saw my own lust reflected back at me.

As soon as we got through the door Jolie pushed me up against the wall and snogged me, reaching under my skirt to trail a finger through my nectar flooded crease. I whimpered into her mouth, fumbling for the zipper on her suit pants. She pulled me through the arch into the kitchen and led me to a barstool next to the island.

“Climb on there and push your bottom back.”

I clambered on and shuffled back so that my bottom was hanging off the seat, and when I looked round my breath caught as I saw her extricate the strapon through the fly of her suit pants. It was bigger than I thought. She pushed on my back and I leaned forward, my hands on the counter top.

I felt the hard tip nudge my mushy pussy as she lubricated the shaft and I held my breath, my teeth clenched in anticipation. Her breath caressed my right ear,

“Do you really want this?”

“Oh God in, please. Put it in.”

She rubbed the tip back and forth in my crease teasing me.

“Are you sure you want it?”

I’d reached the limit of my tolerance for teasing.

“Will you just give it to me for fuck’s sake Jolie?”

She smirked and eased the thick shaft into my sopping, eager pussy. I exhaled as it slid into me, filling me beautifully and the desperate yearning eased. An arm went around my waist whilst the other slid under my polo shirt to fondle my braless breasts. She remained fully inserted, bending over my back to nuzzle my ear.

“Is that better sweetheart?”

I nodded, unable to speak as the plug pulsed again. Just then Kylie walked into the kitchen with an empty coffee cup in her hand. She raised an eyebrow at Jolie as she saw me sprawled leaning on the countertop with Jolie pressed up behind me. My skirt covered our coupling.

“What’s up Luce? You had a tiring day.”

Jolie grinned at her,

“I have her a little preoccupied at the moment.”

Kylie walked over and lifted my skirt, and Jolie backed out and sank back into me again. I moaned. I wanted to buck, but my position on the stool had me virtually immobile. Kylie stroked my hair,

“Oh poor baby, has she kept you horny all day?”

Her hand explored where the dildo stretched my pussy wide and I gasped as she touched my clit. Jolie was sawing in and out frustratingly slowly. If she’d just go a little faster I could cum and it would be huge. Jolie leaned forward and pushed my T-shirt up under my arms and my breasts bounced free, the nipples swollen and aching. Kylie turned to the arch and called,

“Hey Paul. Come and see what your naughty little crush is doing on our food preparation area.”

Jolie had picked up the pace a little and I was leaning, slack jawed on the counter, when he came in. He and Kylie watched as Jolie serviced me and I began to pant as my orgasm drew near. Kylie called out again,

“Hurry Lola, you’re going to miss it.”

I coloured up as Lola came into the kitchen, her hand at her mouth. I was too far gone to stop, but it didn’t prevent me being mortified. Lola went round to the opposite side of the island and smirked across at me.

“Your big tits are jiggling Luce.”

Jolie was pounding me now and I felt my back arch as tension wracked my frame. My breath grew shallower, hissing through my clenched teeth. Lola’s eyes were fixed on my swaying breasts as a hand subconsciously drifted up to her own little breastlet. My breathing stopped and I clenched my teeth as Jolie slowed, holding me at the edge. Lola stepped forward and pushed my hair from my face, and our eyes locked.

“I’m going to watch you cum.”

That was enough. I cried out as the tension released and wave after wave of bliss swept over me.

Jolie kept the dildo buried to the hilt and slipped a hand around to massage my clit as I gasped and trembled. When I stopped jerking Jolie backed out of me leaving me feeling very empty. I felt the plug being eased from my bottom and I looked round to see Paul with his shorts round his knees, his willy bulging through his cage. I felt a wave of heat creep up my neck at the thought of being taken anally with everyone watching, especially my future housemate. But the cage stayed on and Jolie pushed him forward until his caged cocklet pressed into my bottom crack. I groaned as he rutted in my crease. I heard Paul begging to be let out but Jolie refused. The plug had buzzed in my bottom for hours and my little star was itching to be filled. Lola had moved beside me to watch and I felt her hand on my back. Jolie told Paul to use his tongue and he crouched behind me. He nuzzled my buttocks and I purred at the sensation of his warm tongue on my skin. This turned to full moans as he lapped at my little star. When he’d got me pushing back at him Jolie pulled him away and eased a finger into my rear hole and wriggled it inside me.

“Do you want it again darling?”

I nodded and I felt the dildo nudge my little star. I reached back in panic,

“No, not there Jolie please.”

“Awww, my big black cock would feel so good stretching your little hole.”

“Please, let me keep my bottom just for Paul.”

She stepped back and urged me off the stool. I thought she wasn’t going to fuck me if she couldn’t have my rear hole and I was about to pout and whine when she pulled my top up and I raised my arms to allow it over my head. She unzipped my skirt and it fell to the tiles. I was naked standing in the middle of the kitchen and she pulled my wrists behind me and bound them loosely with a velcro strip.

“You can pull free if your uncomfortable,” Jolie breathed in my ear.

She made Paul kneel in front of me and he began to kiss my mons just above my stiff little pearl. She pulled on my arms while pressing on my lower back and I got the message, arching my back and sticking my bottom out. I grunted as she entered my soggy pussy in a single thrust, her tummy hard against my bottom. She fucked me hard for a minute or two as Paul teased around my nub, but then she paused and I felt the buzzing of her strapon’s vibrator. She set at me then with a vengeance, clearly chasing her own orgasm. My body shook as her tummy smacked into my bottom. I bucked back against her, my tits jiggling wildly. Kylie had pushed her shorts down and had her hand in her knickers openly masturbating as she watched. Lola had her ankles crossed, her thighs tight together and her hips twitching. Paul’s cocklet was drooling in its cage as he licked me. As my orgasm approached I was less able to buck as my body tensed. Paul sensed I was close and sucked my nub into his mouth, nipping it with his teeth. That combined with a big vibrating cock inside me thrusting hard took me over and I came again, another huge orgasm crashing over me. Jolie announced she was going to cum and seized my breasts as she bucked and shivered. Kylie gasped as her busy fingers squelched in her knickers, her hips humping as she timed her climax with her girlfriend’s. Lola whined in frustration,

“Oh God I can’t do it with you all here.”

Jolie looked up at her, still clinging to my breasts,

“Use the guest room sweetie.”

She turned and ran upstairs. Jolie released my hands as I stood breathing heavily.

“You can peek on her if you’re quiet. It’s only fair, she watched you. Don’t try and join in though, she’ll freak out.”

I wasn’t sure how well my legs would work but I tiptoed quickly upstairs, one arm across my breasts to stop them bouncing. The guest bedroom door was slightly ajar and I could see Lola in the wardrobe mirror. She was kneeling on the bed with her shorts and knickers pushed to just under her buttocks and her cute little bum in the air. Her head was buried in the pillows and her eyes were screwed shut. Wet sounds came from fingers busy between her lovely tanned thighs. One finger was circling her clit and two fingers of her other hand were inside her. Her fingers were plunging ever faster. Her hips started to move and she began to make a low keening sound. I could see she was trying to be quiet. Then her movements became uncoordinated and she grunted into the pillow, her hips bucking hard. I entered the room then and she opened her eyes and saw me. She flushed scarlet, but her fingers and hips continued their work, too far gone to stop.

As the waves of ecstasy died away she withdrew her wet fingers,

“Oh my God you watched me wanking.”

She rolled away from me curling into a ball. Her cute little pussy peeked over her bunched knickers. I climbed onto the bed behind her.

“Sorry Lola, I couldn’t resist. It was lovely. I know you’re not gay but I bet you like a cuddle after a big cum.”

I spooned behind her and she didn’t move away from my naked body. I pulled a blanket over us both and after a second she pulled my arms tighter around her.

“You’re right,” she purred, “cuddles after cums are heavenly. But don’t get any weird ideas for the future – I prefer to wank in private. I might come for a cuddle after though.”

“So should I assume every time you give me a hug you’ve been wanking?” I giggled.

“No, I’m a cuddle bunny, hugs aren’t always about sex. Now shut up you perv, I want to doze.

I listened as her breathing slowed and she napped. Her knickers and shorts were still down and I so wanted to explore her little pussy where it would be peeking between her thighs. But I didn’t want to ruin everything. She was straight and I had Jolie and Kylie as outlets for my newly discovered lesbian urges. My last thoughts were of Helen Dinsdale. Did she have a nice bare pussy too? Not everyone who smiles at you is gay, and even if they are it doesn’t mean they fancy you. And even if she’s gay and got the hots for me, she might not be available. And even if she was available, would my new little family and house mate be OK with me having a relationship with someone else. I dozed off with my mind still whirling.

Kylie

Jolie and I had made some pasta for supper and I went up to get the girls. I knocked softly and put my head round the door to see them sleeping. They were spooned together and I sat on the bed and stroked my sister’s face. She woke rubbing her eyes.

“What time is it K?”

“Seven thirty. You’ve been up here an hour. You two seem cosy.”

“Kylie, it’s not how it looks. You’re still the family lezzer. We were just snuggling.”

I grinned at her and looked at Lucy who rubbed her eyes and smiled at me. I left without further teasing, calling over my shoulder,

“Supper’s on the table. Wash your hands.”

After we finished supper we went out onto the deck with coffee and the remains of the wine. Paul and Lucy were chatting about the new Silver Cauldron story and Paul was making notes on an A4 pad balanced on his knees. The evening sunshine was pleasantly warm and I persuaded Jolie and my sister to join me in the hot tub. That night I slept with my sister in the spare room again and felt a twinge of jealousy when I heard Lucy’s plaintive cry as she had her third orgasm of the day. I looked across at my sister and her eyes were open.

“Penny for them Lols.”

She bit her lip.

“I liked watching her getting fucked.”

I kissed her cheek and pulled her to me. She rolled over and let me spoon her as I had hundreds of times as we grew up.

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After breakfast Lucy headed off to her Saturday job at the sex shop. The owner was going to allow her to bring the van home so we could use it on Sunday to move the rest of Lola’s furniture and belongings from her flat. She had decided to move in a week earlier than intended as her landlady had found a prospective tenant. Lucy was going to move in on Sunday to keep her company. Lola and I headed over to my house in the watery Autumn sunshine with the rest of Lucy’s things and the stuff we had picked up from Lola’s in my car yesterday afternoon. Paul came over to cut the lawn again after he had finished assembling my gym in the garage. I watched him through the kitchen window as he pushed the lawnmower up and down. He was wearing shorts and a tight t-shirt. The muscles moved under his top and his cute bum stretched the material of his shorts. I felt a tingle of arousal as I imagined pulling them down and fucking him with the big strapless. Some lesbian I was turning out to be. When he was done I travelled back in the Range Rover with him and left Lola my car so she could drive to ours for dinner when she was finished.

When Lucy got back with the van later, Paul put some burgers on the barbecue and we ate outside on the deck. Lucy said that she still had some things she wanted from her parents’ house and had asked PC Dinsdale what to do. I was surprised when she said that the PC had agreed to come over on Sunday afternoon and go with her. We had a lovely evening and got a little drunk celebrating Lucy’s last night living with us. We went to bed late, with Lucy bunking in with Paul and Jolie and me sleeping with Lola again.

I was awoken again by the sounds of sex from the next room. Lucy was moaning and I could hear Paul whining that he wanted her bottom. It was making me horny but I didn’t want to wank with Lola in the bed with me. Paul’s whining had stopped and I wondered if Jolie was going to let him have Lucy’s tight little bum. I slipped out of bed and padded into the other bedroom in my oversize t-shirt. Lucy was on her back with her legs spread and Paul was mouthing her bald little pussy, his hands bound behind him and his willy rigid against his tummy. He was blindfolded with a black velvet sleeping mask and Lucy was humping his face as he pleasured her with his tongue. Jolie knelt beside them, the big strapon jutting obscenely from her slender hips. I watched as she took a firm grasp of his testicles.

“OK, you can have a little rub in her slit, but you are not allowed to enter her, and you are certainly not allowed to cum.”

Paul wriggled with his hands bound behind him but with some help from Lucy he got into position. Lucy groaned as his hard willy bumped against her clit. He began to rut slowly against her and Lucy’s hands went around his bottom to increase the pressure. She arched her pelvis and they ground slowly together. Lucy’s excitement mounted and I could hear wet sounds from her eager pussy. She hissed in frustration,

“Faster Paul, I need more.”

But instead Paul stopped and lifted his hips, trembling as he gasped,

“Sorry, I can’t or I’ll cum. Please Jolie, can I have her?”

“Don’t be silly Paul you’re a beta male, and beta males don’t get to fuck girls. You’ve got a pathetic little cock that can’t satisfy a woman so you don’t deserve her. Come here and get my big rubber cock ready to fuck your girlfriend properly. If you suck it like a good beta bitch and you don’t whine I might let you lick her pussy clean when I’ve finished giving her what she needs.”

She grabbed Paul’s hair and pulled him toward her. He opened his mouth obediently and she eased the big shaft between his lips. Paul gagged a couple of times as she pushed the entire length of the big strapon down his throat. She held him by his hair and eased the big phallus in and out until thick saliva dripped in streams from his mouth. Then she pulled the blindfold off and pushed him away.

“Good boy. Now sit and watch me ram this proper cock up her tight little pussy. You could never get her off with your useless little boy cocklet even if you could get it up her bottom without squirting all over her.”

Paul looked as if he’d been slapped as he watched Jolie mount her in the missionary position. Lucy’s knees were pulled up either side of her ribs. Jolie was moving gently as she kissed her lover and I could see the big strapon where it disappeared into the eighteen year old’s eager vulva. Paul knelt next to them, his bottom resting on his heels, watching his wife fuck his girlfriend. The humiliation had his willy granite hard but his face wore a tortured expression. I knelt behind him with my thighs spread either side of his, pressing my hard nipples against his back. I wrapped my arms around him taking a gentle grasp of his turgid cocklet. His bound hands brushed my bare mons as I lifted the hem of my t-shirt to allow his fingers access to my wet pussy.

His cocklet was slippery from Lucy’s secretions and I slowly slid my fist up the rigid shaft to expel a dribble of precum. My lips were close to his ear as I murmured,

“It makes you so hard when she’s mean to you doesn’t it sweetie?”

He nodded and mumbled,

“It’s pathetic isn’t it?”

“We can’t help what turns us on Paul. We are who we are and we have to embrace it.”

He sounded forlorn as he wailed,

“Sometimes I hate that I want this.”

His voice cracked at the end. I moved in front of him to straddle his lap and put my arms around his neck and hugged him.

“Aw, sweetie we love you because of who you are, not in spite of it.”

Lucy and Jolie were oblivious, humping their way to mutual orgasms. I lifted and moved forward, angling my pelvis until I felt his tip at my entrance. I kissed him gently and he moaned into my mouth as I sank down taking him into me. We snogged as I rolled my hips, squeezing him with my little used internal muscles. He was unable to buck in the kneeling position so I gently did the work knowing he wouldn’t last long. A few moments later he hissed into my ear,

“You have to stop I can’t hold it.”

I pulled back to look at him and mentally checked how long it had been since I started taking the pill.

“It’s OK sweetie, you can do it inside me.”

I pulled his face into my neck and stroked his back and hair as he whimpered and shuddered and I felt the hot splashes as he pumped and pumped, squirting his semen into me.

“Ooh, that’s a good boy, I can feel you doing it. Let me have it all.”

I held him as we got our breath back to the sound of Jolie’s climaxing as she bucked hard at Lucy’s pussy. I murmured into his ear,

“I’m sorry if we pushed you too far tonight. We love to torment you but we don’t want to make you unhappy. Remember that we love you.”

I hugged and kissed him for a few minutes until I felt him soften inside me. I lifted from him and stood by the bed. For the first time I felt the unusual sensation of semen leaking and trickling down my thighs, but I ignored it.

“Come with me sweetie, I need a chat with Jolie and Lucy.”

I pulled off his velcro restraints and told him to put his boxers on. When he’d stepped into them I led him into the other room where I kissed my sister’s cheek to wake her. She looked up sleepily and smiled at Paul in surprise.

“Lols, will you look after Paul for me? He needs a bit of platonic affection.”

“I’m always up for a cuddle,” she mumbled, her eyes already closing as she reached for him.

Paul looked at me questioningly and I pushed him forward pulling back the covers.

“Get in Paul, Lols gives great hugs.”

But then I knew he already knew that – Lols tells me everything. I watched as she wrapped him in a hug, her face burrowing into his neck and a leg pushing between his. I went back into the other bedroom. Lucy looked up at me as I fidgeted, unsure how far I should go.

“Is he OK Kylie?”

Jolie was unbuckling the strapon and looked up in surprise,

“What do you mean, has something happened?”

Lucy and I exchanged a glance.

“Joles you took your eye off the ball. You upset him with what you said, especially in front of Lucy, you know how fond of her he is. We torment him because it turns us on but also because it turns him on too. But it’s a delicate path we tread, we don’t want to damage him psychologically. He has to feel loved and valued or this will go horribly wrong.”

Jolie bit her lip and glanced at Lucy before meeting my eyes again.

“I guess I was a bit carried away with our little barista here. Should I go and speak to him?”

She looked guilty and fiddled with the strapon harness.

“He’s snuggling with Lola and I’m going back in a moment. Look he’s your husband and I don’t want to overreach myself here, but I think we should tone down the verbal in future, you were a little harsh Joles.”

Jolie dropped the harness and hugged me.

“Honey, I gave up sole rights to Paul when you moved in here. You love him too and I’m so thankful that you’re looking out for him. I’ll speak to him in the morning then.”

I kissed them both goodnight and went back to Paul and Lola. She was sleeping soundly, an arm and leg still draped over Paul, her face buried in his neck. His eyes flickered open as I climbed under the covers and I saw a guilty look pass over his face. I slipped a hand under the waistband of his shorts and he was hard. Even in the dim light I could see his face was red as he looked away..

“That’s my little sister!”, I hissed in his ear.

“Sorry, it’s involuntary, ” he mouthed back.

I gave his willy a little squeeze.

“I think you better let me go between you and Lola.”

Lola grumbled as he clambered out from under her and we switched places, but she purred happily as I snuggled up to her, with Paul wrapping an arm around us both. I tutted and removed his hand from her bottom, tucking it into my tummy.

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Lucy

I stood under the shower on Sunday morning letting the powerful jets batter my shoulders. It was a lovely walk-in cubicle and Jolie came in to help me wash my hair. I was a little sore from her energetic use of the strapon and as her fingers drifted down to my cleft she caught my wince.

“Are you OK sweetie, was I a bit rough?”

“A bit, but I liked it at the time.”

“Thats two of you I need to make it up to. I was a selfish bitch and I’m sorry.”

She turned me around and kissed me, her arms around me as she squeezed the shampoo out of my hair. She left me to apply my conditioner and when I emerged from the en-suite the bedroom was empty. I dried my hair before dressing quickly in t-shirt and jeans. I was excited for two reasons. Lola and I were moving in to Kylie’s house today and I was going to see Helen again when we went to get some more of my stuff from my parents’ place. I’d loved spending the last few days here but I was looking forward to having my own space. The three of them had made it clear I was welcome to visit anytime, plus I was working with Paul on the Silver Cauldron stories as a paid employee. I could finally give up the sex shop job and just keep the coffee shop work and still have enough to cover Kylie’s rent as I finished my degree.

My stomach growled as the lovely smell of grilling bacon wafted up the stairs. I scampered down to the kitchen and joined Kylie and Lola sitting at the island as Jolie poured me coffee. I could hear weights clanking and I guessed Paul was working out in the garage. My stomach growled loudly and Lola giggled and pushed her plate across to me with half a bacon sandwich on it.

“You better have this before you digest yourself. I’ll have half of yours.”

I grabbed it before she could change her mind and bit into the crusty roll happily, licking tomato ketchup from the corner of my mouth. I chewed with my eyes closed in bliss.

“I can’t believe how hungry I am.”

“That’s rampant lesbian sex for you,” Kylie smirked at me and my cheeks burned.

“No, I think it’s more to do with Jolie’s good home cooking,” I deflected.

Lola caught my eye and grinned evilly,

“If you’re going to be having more lesbian sex you’ll have to get used to eating out.”

There was a second of stunned silence before Jolie guffawed, with Kylie spitting coffee back into her mug. My face must have been a picture.

After breakfast Lola, Paul and I headed over to Lola’s flat in the shop van to get the rest of her stuff. I felt a bit self conscious as I threaded the vehicle between the parked cars on Lola’s street, knowing I was going to have to parallel park with Paul watching. Luckily there was a large spot a few doors away and I got parked without embarrassing myself and managed to leave enough room for loading. Paul and Lola headed up to her flat while I opened the rear doors and grabbed an armful of flattened packing boxes and the tape dispenser. I headed upstairs and was passed by Paul and Lola on the way down carrying her TV and a large mirror. I tucked the van keys in Paul’s pocket as he passed.

“Probably wise to lock the van with the TV on show.”

“Are you sure that wasn’t just an excuse for a grope?”, Lola smirked as she passed me.

We were almost finished when I caught Lola ogling Paul’s muscles moving under his tight t-shirt as he carried her boxed speaker system out of the flat. She noticed me smirking at her and looked down at her feet.

“Busted Lola. You like him don’t you? I’ve noticed you letching at him a few times.”

“He has got this fit older guy thing going on, and you’re right, I do like him. It’s not a crush or anything like that. But I know how you feel about him Luce. I like you and think we can have a lot of fun living together. I wouldn’t do anything that might spoil things between us.”

On impulse I hugged her,

“You won’t spoil things Lola, I have a feeling we’re going to be friends forever. I was crushing on him so bad it physically hurt, but since we’ve become FWBs it’s taken the edge off. Sleeping with him has given me some perspective – I still want him but I don’t ache for him the same way. He’ll be back in a minute let’s pick this up later.”

We got the final things into the car and headed over to Kylie’s house in glorious sunshine. Kylie and Jolie were at the front door as I backed the van onto the drive. When we went inside there was a lovely smell of brewing coffee and there were flowers in vases in the kitchen and living room. A bottle of fizz was in a silver cooler on the table. We hugged out and Kylie presented Lola and I with a set of keys each as Paul poured the Prosecco. They toasted our new home and then we all trooped out to unload the van. Jolie and Kylie were making some sandwiches for lunch and Lola and I were unpacking in our bedrooms when the doorbell rang. Paul answered and my heart sped up as I heard Helen’s voice. I scampered downstairs and was surprised to see her in civilian clothes.

“Hi Helen. You’re not in uniform,” I realised I was stating the obvious and my voice was a little too breathy. Without her stab vest and uniform I could see she was slim, almost lanky with small breasts and long legs.

Helen grinned at me.

“I’m off duty today. I don’t wear it to bed either!”

I went pink as she teased me.

“Oh. I’m sorry Helen, I didn’t mean for you to waste your day off.”

“It’s no trouble Lucy, a friend cancelled on me, so I was at a loose end and I guessed you wouldn’t want to wait until next week to get your stuff.”

I touched her arm,

“Thanks, that’s so nice of you. Come and meet everyone.” In the kitchen I pointed at my housemate. “This is Lola who I’m going to be sharing with and that’s Kylie, her sister.”

Helen nodded and smiled, “I can see the resemblance.”

“And this is Jolie and that’s her husband Paul. Everyone this is Helen.”

Jolie offered Helen a glass of the Prosecco, which she accepted and I gave her the guided tour. When we came down Kylie had set out sandwiches and we all nibbled and chatted. Helen said the house was lovely and we were very lucky to have found it. I explained that it was Kylie’s house and that she was letting it to us at a discount as she now lived with Jolie and Paul. I watched her face for a reaction, but if she disapproved she hid it well. She said she loved the garden and wished she had one but had no idea how to look after one. I admitted we didn’t either but that the lovely Paul had promised to help with the mowing and stuff.

“Note the word help ladies,” grinned Paul, “I’m not doing it all for you.”

Lola batted her eyelashes at him and pouted theatrically.

“Not gonna work Lola, I have my own garden to look after.”

Lola lifted her crop top a little higher, sucked her tummy in and flexed her abs, pretending she was scratching an itch. I glanced at Paul to see his eyes widen and then looked at Helen but she was talking to Kylie.

After lunch Helen and I headed over to Mum and Dad’s to get some more of my stuff. Paul had offered to come too but Helen had said it might be better if it were just the two of us. As I drove I glanced across to find her looking at me.

“I hope you have the owner’s consent to use this van. I’d hate to be caught off duty in a stolen vehicle.”

I glanced at her again and she was still looking at me.

“My boss let me borrow it to move our bigger items. I have to have it back at the shop first thing tomorrow morning.”

“Do you need a ride to uni from the cafe? I have a class tomorrow morning.”

I felt my cheeks warm, partly from the admission I was about to make, but also because she had turned toward me in her seat and I felt her gaze on me.

“It’s not from the cafe it’s from the sex shop.”

“The sex shop! My, my miss Pascoe, you are full of naughty surprises.”

“I’ve handed my notice in, I won’t be working there any more.”

“Is that so you can focus more on your pole dancing?”

“Helen!” I squealed, “I’m not a pole dancer.”

As we came to a stop at a red light I looked across to see her struggling to suppress her laughter.

“Paul has given me a job running his official fan club and as a contributor on his Silver Cauldron novels, so

I can afford to quit the sex shop. I was only working there so I could afford to go to uni.”

“Lucy, you are so much fun to tease – you have a green light.”

I almost stalled in my rush to pull away, but a few seconds later we were pulling up at my parents place. We walked up the driveway and I noticed the front garden had been worked on. The lawn was cut and the beds had been tended. Mum came to the door and she looked better than I’d seen her in ages. She was wearing jeans and a pretty blue blouse and her hair and make up were done. I hugged her,

“You look nice Mum. You remember Helen, she’s the police officer who came with me last time?”

Mum shook Helen’s hand,

“Hello officer, it’s good of you to help my daughter. Come in both.”

“Just call me Helen Mrs Pascoe, I’m just here to help carry stuff.”

We trooped into the kitchen and Mum put the kettle on. She was sober and the house looked neat and tidy. She stood at the counter as the kettle boiled with her back to us.

“Your Dad knew you were coming and he thought it might be less stressful if he were not here this time, so he’s gone to the garden centre. I’m to phone him when you’re done. He’s really making an effort Lucy, he’s promised to see someone about anger management.”

“Thats great Mum. I can see he’s been working in the garden. You don’t have to make us tea, we can just get my stuff and go if it’s easier.”

“No, please I want to talk to you. Please sit and have some tea for a few minutes – I’ve missed you.”

Helen fidgeted awkwardly.

“If you’d like to talk in private I’m happy to wait in the van.”

Mum touched her shoulder.

“That’s sweet of you Helen, but please stay, it’s nothing you can’t hear. How do you take your tea?”

“I don’t, could I have coffee please? White, no sugar.”

We sat at the old wooden kitchen table, Mum on one side and Helen and I on the other, steaming mugs in front of us. The table top still bore the scratches I put in it with my fork when I was a child, not allowed to get down until I’d eaten my meal. Mum looked across at me and took a deep breath.

“You’re Dad told me what happened with the paper knife in the office. He wants you to know it was just sitting on top of your papers, he didn’t even realise it was in his hand. He would never harm you or anyone for that matter. The fact that you might think that is what has driven him to book the anger management classes.”

“It’s good he’s booked the classes, but it wasn’t just that. He said some awful things to me Mum, implying I was a slut flaunting my body.”

My eyes stung with tears at the recollection and Mum reached across and took my hand. Helen squeezed my knee under the table.

“He also told me what Helen said about his being fixated on your breasts.”

Helen looked down at the table awkwardly but said nothing. Mum glanced at her before looking back at me,

“Lucy you have to trust me that your Father harbours no inappropriate feelings for you. He was raised by a very strict catholic family and his Father beat him often. He just hates the thought of men leering at his little girl. He just wants to protect you. He knows trying to keep you in the house was wrong.”

“Mum, he didn’t just keep me in the house, he locked me in my room and took my phone and computer away.”

I knew I was raising my voice and as I went to stand I felt Helen’s hand on my thigh encouraging me to remain seated. Mum’s voice wavered as she replied,

“He did that without telling me. We argued about it for days but I didn’t know what to do, he was so angry. But he was coming round and I think he was going to let you out if you promised to quit working at that sex shop. Then your friends came and let you go.”

I almost told her that I’d quit the sex shop, but for some childish reason I didn’t want my Dad to know yet. I looked at Helen and she raised an eyebrow at me but I shook my head. Mum reached into a cupboard under the counter top and produced my phone and laptop.

“He wanted you to have these back. And to make sure you have enough money for your deposit and first month’s rent.”

I went to power up my phone but the battery was flat.

“The house belongs to a friend and I’m sharing with her sister. She doesn’t want a deposit and she’s waived the first month’s rent, but I appreciate the offer.”

We finished our drinks and then we got my mountain bike and skis from the garage. I blushed when Helen commented that there were no knickers tied to the handlebars. Mum said I could take my dressing and bedside tables as my room at Kylie’s had a bed and built in wardrobe but nothing else. My small TV and music system were next, then Mum gave me a hold-all containing freshly ironed clothes that had been in the wash when I left. After half an hour we were done and Mum walked us to the van.

“Your Dad is going to need some time, but I’d like to come and see your new home when you’re settled in.”

I hugged her and Helen thanked her for the coffee.

“I’ll call you in a few days Mum.”

I drove off, blinking away tears that came suddenly and I felt Helen’s hand on my leg again. I rubbed my eyes trying to clear them.

“Pull over Lucy, let me drive.”

I stopped in a pull-in and as we crossed in front of the van Helen pulled me into her arms and I sobbed without really knowing why. She held me until I got myself together, then gently disengaged and climbed into the driver’s seat. Paul was first out of the house when we reversed onto Kylie’s drive.

“Everything OK?”

There was concern on his face as it was obvious I’d been crying.

“It was fine and Mum was nice. I just had a bit of a blub when we left. Give me a hug please.”

We unloaded the van then I asked Helen if she wanted to stay for dinner.

“I’d love to but I can’t. I’m starting lates this evening and I need to go now and get myself sorted.”

“OK. Well thanks so much for doing this, I didn’t expect you to give up your free time.”

“It was my pleasure. It was nice to see you again and meet your friends.”

I’d hoped she would stay a little longer and I hoped the disappointment didn’t show too much on my face.

“Maybe we can get a coffee sometime,” I blurted, then felt stupid as I work in a coffee shop.

“More than likely,” she grinned, “See you around Lucy Pascoe.”

With that she climbed into her bright yellow Landrover and drove away. I watched her go with a hollow feeing. I was still standing looking down the empty street when arms encircled me from behind.

“She’s lovely Lucy.”

I turned my head to see Jolie smiling at me. She pecked my cheek and took my hand.

“She’ll be back, I promise. Come on, let’s make some dinner.”

Dinner was a rowdy, boozy affair with us girls cooking while Paul hooked up the TVs, wifi etc. Then we settled down on the floor in the living room to play cards which eventually turned into strip poker. I’m not sure if it was contrived or not but Paul quickly lost all his clothes and was sitting wearing just his cock cage whilst the rest of us girls had only lost one or two clothing items. Jolie and Kylie were topless. I had lost my bra and knickers and had removed them from under my skirt and top, which had produced boos and accusations of cheating. Lola, like her sister, didn’t wear bras and so was still wearing a sock, t-shirt and knickers. I was hoping Lola would lose again so I could get a look at her lithe little body. But Paul lost again. Kylie stood and pulled the velcro band from her hair.

“Looks like your cage is all you have left to lose sweetie. Hands.”

Paul stood and put his hands behind his back. Kylie quickly bound his hands and took the silver key from around her neck. I expected her to release him but she turned and looked at me.

“Lucy, what’s your safe word?”

I was taken by surprise. This was my trigger phrase for submissive behaviour. If I answered with my safe word it meant I was ready to play and willing to submit. Any other word would be taken as refusal, but might accrue punishment at a later session. I hadn’t expected it tonight. Jolie and Kylie were watching intently with a predatory look in their eyes. Lola just looked puzzled and I wasn’t sure I was ready to do this in front of her. But I couldn’t deny that the strip poker already had me horny and the mention of my trigger phrase had sent a pulse of arousal to my core. I looked down at the floor, my face colouring,

“Pascoe,” I said softly.

“Look at me. Again, louder so we can all hear.”

“Pascoe,” I said aloud, looking her in the eye.

“Come here.”

I stood and walked over to her and she gave me the key.

“Unlock him, then remove the cage with your mouth. Leave the cock ring.”

I used the key to unlock him, he was straining to erect and the barrel wouldn’t pull out. I knew I had to push the cage in to release the pressure, but as I went to touch it Kylie pushed my hand away.

“Mouth I said.”

I took the micro cage into my mouth and I could taste the salty tang of his drooling willy where it bulged through the bars. He groaned as I explored with my teeth and tongue, searching for a place to grip it without catching him. Eventually I got purchase and pushed, pulling the barrel out when I felt it loosen. I backed off and Paul gasped as his cock came free and surged to fully erect in seconds. I sat back on my heels and looked at his rigid cocklet as it nodded with his heartbeat. I knew better than to move.

“Good girl. You can sit down, but keep the cage in your mouth.”

The next couple of hands I had to use sign language until Jolie relented and took the cock cage from my mouth. Lola lost both the next two hands costing her a sock and her top. I felt a pulse in my core as I saw her little breastlets for the first time. They were barely there, just little mounds against her skinny ribs crowned by the palest pink areolae. Interestingly, her nipples were erect, but she made no effort to cover them. I noticed she kept glancing at Paul who was still fiercely erect. Then I lost the next hand. I stood and pulled my t-shirt over my head and my breasts jiggled as they came free. I felt heat creep up my face as all eyes were on my breasts. My shoulders hunched subconsciously as I shrank from their gaze.

Jolie stood and walked behind me,

“Hey, none of that.”

She pulled my arms behind my back and bound my wrists with Velcro like Paul.

“That’s better, shoulders back, arch your back. Display them.”

Her hands came around me from behind and I gasped as she groped me, kneading the firm flesh and pinching and rolling my thimble sized nipples as everyone watched. When my nipples were fully erect and I was breathing heavily she cupped them from beneath, her thumbs caressing lightly.

“You should be so proud of these gorgeous big tits. Look at them everyone, they’re perfect.”

I sat down and looked across at Lola. Her eyes were fixed on my boobs so I shimmied slightly to make them sway. She licked her lips and then caught me watching her and looked away, her cheeks reddening.

Suspiciously I lost the next hand too. I self consciously dropped my skirt and sat back down with my legs together and my ankles crossed. Jolie intervened again.

“No you don’t. Heels up to your bottom please. We’ve won the right to look at you pretty pussy.”

I did as she said, my face heating again as I realised that even with my legs together everything would on display. Ridiculously I lost the next hand too.

“Lucy you have no clothes left on so you have to do a forfeit instead. You must stroke Paul’s cock for two minutes, but if he cums we blindfold you and we get ten minutes to do whatever we like to you in private.”

Jolie untied my hands and I sat on the sofa and leaned back. Paul came and sat between my legs, leaning back against me. I put my arms around him and grasped his hard willy with my right hand. His bound hands were pressed against my pussy and I had to stifle a groan as his fingers found my crease. I stroked him very slowly using a light grip, his willy iron hard and already oozing precum. My left hand stroked his chest and I whispered in his ear,

“Easy baby, how close are you?”

“8 out of 10,” he whispered back.

After about a minute his hips began to flex, pushing into my hand.

“No, Paul, keep still darling.”

After another dozen strokes or so he began to tremble and I felt the muscles in his legs tense. He whimpered something and I put my hand over his mouth to quiet him. Two fingers had stilled in my pussy and a thumb was pressing against my clit. My own arousal was climbing and I was struggling not to buck against his hands. I slowed my stroking further just holding him lightly with my fingertips, but before long I noticed him suck his tummy in and he was holding his breath, his body rigid. His fingers trembled in my pussy and suddenly l just wanted us to cum and bucked my hips against his fingers. In a flash of inspiration I pinched his nostrils shut and clamped my hand over his mouth cutting off his air. I tightened my grip on his willy and waited, holding my fist still. Then he bucked at my fist and I felt the first squirt of semen hit my face and hair. I held my tight fist still and let him hump at it as semen splattered my face and neck. I didn’t cum myself but I kissed his neck as he humped through his orgasm shaking and twitching in my arms. Then I held him as he lay panting and sated against me. I was frustrated and hoped whatever happened next, someone would make me cum. Kylie took my hand,

“Oh dear sweetie you know what happens now. What’s your safe word.”

“Pascoe.”

I almost dragged Kylie to my room where she blindfolded me and bound my hands again. Then she laid me on the bed and I grunted as she inserted a small bullet vibrator into my soggy pussy.

“Kylie, please!” I moaned as it pulsed inside me and my hips bucked.

“No sweetheart, you’re just here for us to use. You’re just our fuck toy for the next ten minutes. Remember your safe word if it gets too much.”

She kissed me on the lips and then she was gone. The vibrator pulsed several times before the door opened again. Someone pulled me further down the bed until my feet were over the end then tucked a pillow under my neck and tilted my head back. I opened my mouth expecting a cock but smelled the wet pussy before it was pressed to my lips. All the girls were smooth so I couldn’t tell who it was, although the taste seemed familiar. I tried to pull back to beg to cum but I received a slap on my thigh and the pussy was pushed back in my face again. I strained to reach higher to find her clit but I received another slap, harder this time. I got the message and plunged my tongue into her tunnel and was rewarded with my nipples being pulled as she humped. I felt moisture run into my bum crack as my neglected pussy drooled. I pulled my knees up and flopped them wide hoping she would take the hint as the vibrator buzzed again, making me buck my hips The eager pussy humped against my face and a few seconds later the humping became uncoordinated and she gasped her way through her orgasm. Then she was gone and I lay frustrated in the dark, my face wet with pussy juice as the vibrator buzzed again.

Then someone climbed onto the bed. Nudging my legs apart they crawled up over me. Gentle hands explored my breasts, tracing the outlines of my areolae and lightly pinching my erect nipples. I writhed beneath the maddening touch, my hips lifting searching for contact. Then a soft wet mouth engulfed one nipple suckling gently as the other breast was caressed and fondled. My head tossed from side to side,

“Harder please, hurt me, I need to cum.”

“Shhhhhhhh.”

A soft whisper shushed me as lips brushed a trail down my chest and over my tummy. Hands guided my knees up towards my breasts, then pushed gently on the backs of my thighs exposing me completely. I whimpered as I felt breath on my wet flesh and a fingertip traced traced the length of my wet slit, dipping a fraction of an inch into my needy tunnel to touch the end of the vibrator before tracing back up to gently lift my clitoral hood to reveal the stiff little shaft hiding beneath. I was panting, desperate for the stimulation I was sure would come any second as nectar dribbled down between my buttocks. The finger traced back down my crease and over my perineum and I moaned aloud as it explored the crinkles of my little pink star.

“Yes, yes, please,” I begged as the fingertip pressed against but didn’t penetrate my tight entrance.

Then it was gone and they were climbing off the bed.

“No, please don’t leave me like this,” I wailed.

The soft hands caressed my face and I felt the softest of kisses on cheeks and lips before they were gone. Then I was rolled onto my tummy and hands urged me up onto my knees and pressed my face down onto the pillow. A hand on my back urged me to arch my back and I moaned as fingers pulled the vibrator from my flooded pussy, only to increase the intensity before pushing it back into me. The stronger pulses made my hips begin to buck. But a slap on my bottom warned me to keep still. Then another two harder smacks, one on each buttock made me yelp. Kisses and caresses at the site of each smack followed and the sequence was repeated. Each round of smacks got slightly harder, but even though it stung I was lifting my bottom slightly encouraging the next slap. My orgasm was close and I was just starting to think I might orgasm if the smacks got much harder when a hand cupped my pussy and I felt kisses on my lower back. Then they were gone leaving my bottom hot and stinging. Then Paul’s voice whispered in my ear,

“Gentle or rough?”

“Very rough baby please, I’m so ready to cum.”

I felt Paul’s knees push against the inside of mine and I widened my stance, arching my back to show him how much I wanted it. I howled in ecstasy as he drove into my anus penetrating me fully in a single thrust. I felt his chest against my back as a hand slid up my tummy to maul a dangling breast whilst the other nudged my clit. Then he was pounding my hot upturned bottom as the vibrator buzzed in my pussy. I cried out as he squeezed and rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He wasn’t holding back, intent on getting me off as quickly as possible. I bucked back at his thrusting hips driving his iron hard cocklet into my clutching rectum. Then he pinched my clit and the world finally exploded.

I came back to earth laying on my tummy with Paul’s hard willy still in my bottom. He was sprawled on my back. He’d pushed my hair up over my head and was nuzzling the back of my neck. A hand was still under me gently cupping a breast, the other holding one of mine. I lay there contentedly for a minute, before remarking,

“Hey aren’t the ten minutes up?”

“Ten minutes were up ten minutes ago. Now I’m just checking you’re going to be OK for editing work tomorrow.”

I giggled and his softening willy slipped out of me. I pushed at him,

“Quick, let me up you big oaf before I leak all over the clean sheets.”

“No rush I can plug the leak.”

I squealed as he inserted a thumb into my bottom, then we were laughing like a couple of naughty kids as we checked the coast was clear and tiptoed down the hall naked, his thumb in my bum hole.o

Someone had thoughtfully brought our clothes into the bedroom when we returned from the bathroom. We dressed and went back downstairs. I was a little embarrassed and had a distinct pink glow as I went back into the living room. Everything was tidied away and Lola had made everyone hot chocolate. Jolie stood and hugged me.

“You OK sweetie?”

I nodded.

“I’m fine, I just feel a bit embarrassed now.”

Jolie pulled away for a second,

“Hey guys, Lucy is feeling a bit embarrassed. Lets have a group hug.”

The house felt very empty when Jolie, Paul and Kylie left. Lola was washing the hot chocolate mugs when l joined her in the kitchen.

“Lols do you mind if I leave you to it? I need a shower then I think I’ll turn in. I have to get the van back first thing. Do you need a lift in to uni?

“No thanks, I’ve no class until afternoon. Shall I make you a sandwich for lunch?”

“Oh yes please. I forgot about lunch. Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“Go and have your shower. Anything to get your stinky body out of the kitchen.”

I grinned and headed upstairs. Later I was lying in bed ruminating over the day’s events trying to compartmentalise how I felt about everyone. I loved Jolie, Kylie and Paul. They had to be in the friends with benefits box. They were a settled forever unit, but they were never going to be mine. I wanted someone to be my forever eventually. I wasn’t even sure if the someone would be girl or boy. Helen Dinsdale was gorgeous and my heart beat faster when I thought of her. I wasn’t sure if she was gay, or if she fancied me, but she did tease me a lot and teasing is flirting isn’t it? Definitely in the potential box. Lola was stunning, a mini Kylie. The thought of seeing her naked today had me excited. Ogling he little barely boobies made me wet. But I’d already put her in the unavailable box because she was straight and Kylie’s sister. And she obviously fancied Paul. But then had she been one of my female ‘visitors’ tonight?

Just as my eyelids were drooping there was a soft tap on my door.

“I’m awake Lola come in.”

I could see in the half light she had a little t-shirt on that showed her tummy and some white cotton knickers.

“Can I cuddle please – just for a bit?”

“You’ve not just had a wank have you?”

She giggled, “No, that was earlier while you were getting shagged up the bum. Got used to having my sister to cuddle at Jolie and Paul’s. First night in a new house, you know?”

I pulled the duvet back and she climbed in and pushed her bottom into me. I spooned her slipping one arm under her neck while she grabbed my other wrist and pulled my arm up against her. The bare skin of her lovely flat tummy was against my wrist and my hand was up under the hem of her t-shirt. I could feel her ribs with my fingers, the tips of which must have been almost touching the undercurve of her gorgeous little breastlet. I worried that she could feel my heart pounding and willed myself to calm down. I waited until her eyes were closed and her breathing slowed, building up my courage.

“You were the gentle one tonight weren’t you?” I whispered. When I got no reply I added,

“I hope it was you.”

I softly kissed her shoulder through her t-shirt, “Night Lola.”

She stirred slightly and mumbled, “Night Luce.”

I lay there in stunned silence. Had she heard me? If she had she’d not run screaming from my bed. Would she say something in the morning? Sleep came eventually, delayed by the presence of the lovely little body next to me and a dread of the conversation the morning might bring.

Hi friends. I hope you like this latest instalment of Jolie, Paul, Kylie and Lucy’s story. This is the last in the Compliant Cuckold series. The story now splits to follow the characters in two different threads. The Consummate Cuckold will follow Jolie, Kylie and Paul as his tale of woe and dominance deepens. Picking Sides follows Lucy’s journey of self discovery and her search for her forever love, but all the characters will meet up from time to time.

I work on the stories when I can and when I feel inspired. Sadly the two do not always align. I’m very much an amateur and I have a demanding day job. Please feel free to let me know what you think and don’t forget the vote thingy below. Thank you.