It was a dark and stormy night...
"You're shitting us," Trent hollered above the din of Krazy Vin's, a local strip club. "Not Allison, she would never... I don't fucking believe you!"
David clamped me on the shoulder, spilling my drink.
"Yeah man, I'm with Trent on this one. You're full of shit. Good story though, man!"
The story I had told them was how, on occasion, my super hot girlfriend likes me to dominate her, in some very physical ways. Ways that, to the uninitiated, might make someone want to call the police. That's where our loft comes in handy. Built on the remains of an old aircraft engine factory, my loft was rock solid and let no sound escape.
"Hey there boys." A young lady came up to us. "Any of you fellas want a dance?"
She had a nice smile, and a body that was made for teaching third graders. I flipped her a tenner and thanked her anyway.
"I'm totally honest, why would I shit you guys?"
"Because you're a born liar?" chided David. "Just cuz you're older than us doesn't mean we're stupid."
"Allison... is as pure as the driven snow," Trent pontificated, holding his glass out as if he was making some very important statement. "Furthermore, she is my boss and very sweet and she's not the whore you say she is. Pics or it didn't happen!"
We clinked our glasses in a mock toast to Allison's supposed near-virginal status. I got my phone out and began scrolling through the photo folders.
"It just so happens... fellas... here's one..."
The two guys stared in shock at the picture on my phone. There, in full color, stood Allison; naked, bent over at the waist, her wrists handcuffed behind her back, and yet her hands were pulling apart her ass cheeks. Her bare pussy lips and asshole completely on display, Allison's head was turned towards the camera, giving a shy smile to us. Her large breast hung down, and her raw sexuality just leaped at you from the screen..
I started to put my phone away but David grabbed my hand. Trent just said, "Dude, give us a minute, alright?"
I chuckled and let them ogle for a while longer. Finally, I put the phone away.
"Gonna need another round," stated Trent.
"Just you guys," I intoned. "I'm driving."
We still had a two hour drive up to the cabin in Kent where we were going for the weekend of fishing and drinking. But a plan was forming in my head. Allison had shared some dark fantasies with me. Sometimes we would talk about them as we made love and she would cum so hard. Many of her fantasies involved some public exposure and humiliation; getting seen fucking, that kind of thing. Like, she wanted to be an exhibitionist, but like it wasn't her fault.
And she wanted to have several sex partners at once.
I pondered as the guys drank their drinks, were these fantasies of Allison's actually wishes, or just thoughts? It was her main fantasy; perhaps I should sack up and give it to her. I decided to put her to the test. Fuck it, she can always say no! We had very good communication that way; 'Red' meant full stop, and 'Yellow' meant that we needed to pause for a moment and talk.
"Say, uh, guys. Maybe we could skip the cabin and go back to my place. Your girls, Stacy and Meredith, are there."
"What the hell man!" Trent demanded. "I thought the plan was to get away from the women this weekend?"
"You saw that picture of Allison, you want to see that in person?"
"Coop, don't bullshit us." Dave, ever the skeptic.
