Both of them were standing near the dining table, both looking quite composed and relaxed, while I was making a considerable effort not to shake when walking towards them. J looked at me and introduced us.
“Come here,” he said, taking my hand and softly pulling me towards them. “This is O”, he introduced me. “And O, this is A”.
“Hi”, I said, with a weaker voice than I intended.
“Nice to meet you”, A said, smiling seductively. “I like your outfit”.
He then moved closer to me and kissed me on the cheek. I felt my face flushing, and I babbled something about how J and I found the outfit at a six-story high sex shop in Tokyo. We sat around the table, and J poured the three of us some drinks. The conversation flowed naturally, led by J and A, while I, still nervous, was much more monosyllabic, but with a bit of help from the wine and their friendly chat, started to feel more at ease. I was beginning to let my guard down when I heard that familiar change of tone in J’s voice.
“As you can see,” J said to A, “O can be very shy”.
“I can see that,” replied A, looking at me teasingly and making me blush again. “Perhaps we can do something about that.”
J’s eyes immediately brightened up. “I think this could help,” he said while opening a drawer in our living room desk and pulling out a leash. “Come here,” he ordered me. I obeyed, quickly standing up and standing next to J. I was still a bit nervous, but the wine undoubtedly affected me, gradually turning my fear into arousal. The three of us remained silent while J attached the leash to my leather collar. I could feel his sweet breath on my face while he was doing it, and a small sigh escaped my lips. J looked at me with a wicked smile.
“Tonight, she’s yours,” J said, pulling me by the leash towards A and handing the leash to him.
I got incredibly wet instantly. That gesture made me feel very submissive and small, and the prospect of J sharing me with another man made me feel like I was truly his property. A took the leash firmly and pulled me close to him. “Very nice,” he said, examining my body. “Why don’t you do a little dance for me?” he said.
J put on some music, and I could feel my face intensely blushing, but very eager to please, I was determined to be the sexiest I could be. I moved my hips slowly to the song’s beat, pulling my skirt up just enough to show the bottom of my butt and caressing my body slowly as an invitation. The adrenaline had taken over my emotions, and I started getting lost in the moment. I closed my eyes and danced, spinning around so both could see my ass when I leaned over or made a sensual movement with my hips.
A brought me closer to him, pulling me again by the leash. “Keep moving,” he said without getting up from his chair. Trying to imitate what I’d seen strippers do, I turned my back to him and, moving my hips in slow circles, danced over his lap. I looked at J sitting across the living room in front of us: his eyes were sparkling. I took that as an explicit approval to carry on, and without taking my eyes from his, I started grinding A’s crotch with my ass while I danced. I could feel his approval as well through his pants.
A started caressing my butt and spanking me softly. “Very nice ass,” he said softly to my ear. I felt proud and embarrassed at the same time. He then put his fingers inside the elastic waistband of my panties and slowly began to slide them down my legs. I let him do as he wanted while I could feel my heart beating in my chest.
He then turned me over and made me kneel in front of him. “Let’s get rid of this as well,” he said, taking off my top over my head. I have never quite liked my small breasts, so I felt a little self-conscious, but I didn’t get much time to indulge myself in my insecurities because, soon enough, A’s hands and mouth were over them, and his soft touch made me snap out of my mind.
I started getting bolder little by little, and, still on my knees in front of him, I unbuttoned his pants. I could feel his cock stiff, pushing against his underpants. I reached up and grabbed its waistband, yanking it down. His long, black cock sprung free. It was big… Much bigger than I imagined.
I looked up at him, a little scared. He looked at me calmly, still holding my leash in his right hand, and with his left hand, he gently pushed the back of my head towards him. I leaned in toward his hard cock, and opened my mouth. I closed my eyes and gently took the shaft of his cock between my lips. I slid him in and out of my mouth, taking an inch, then two, then three – all I could before the feeling of his large cock pressing against the back of my throat proved too much. I heard him moan softly, and it made my body react likewise.
I knew J was not missing a beat, watching us from across the room, so I arched my back, sticking my ass up a little bit further, so he could get a nice view of my ass and pussy, under my little schoolgirl skirt, while my entire body moved back and forth with A’s cock in my mouth.
After a while, A made me stop while he took all his clothes off. J suggested that A and I move to the large sofa in the living room to be more comfortable. We did, and I noticed that the coffee table was full of various sex toys J had laid out there while I was busy with A. Some of them seemed entirely new to me.
“I brought a few fun things if you want to try,” J said to A, pointing at the table. “You can use whatever you like”. I looked at J, downright scared, and he just smiled at me and tenderly stroked my face.
“Let’s see what we got here,” A said playfully. “This looks fun,” he said, taking a leather spanking paddle from the table and, still holding me by the leash, he made me get on all fours over the couch. I softly moaned when I felt his hands caressing my butt again. “Let’s try it,” he said, and he started spanking me loudly with the paddle. I gasped. I looked at J and saw him recording the scene with his phone. I would later watch the videos again and get very wet looking at the incredibly explicit porn show we had put up.
A kept spanking me until my bottom got bright pink. Then, satisfied, he decided it was time to fuck me. J, always the gentleman, handed him a small bottle of lube, but A felt my pussy with his fingers first. “I don’t think she is going to need it. She is dripping wet,” he said to J, who looked pleasantly surprised. Slowly A began to enter me. He was undoubtedly big, and I could feel him stretching out my pussy as he slowly penetrated me. He was so big my eyes started watering while he pushed the entire length of his long thick cock into me. I moaned quite loudly as my body tried to adjust to his size, and when he, still holding me by the leash, started moving inside me, my moans became almost screams of pleasure.
I saw J moving closer to us, probably excited by the view. My mouth was longing for him. I wanted to kiss him and suck him too, but I could not utter a single word. At that moment, I couldn’t do anything but moan loudly with every thrust. I looked at J pleadingly while panting, but he stayed in his seat and did not give me satisfaction, and the craving and extreme physical sensations made me whimper.
A’s thrusts got even stronger, and I, seeking to please him and now a little bit more used to his large size, started moving my ass towards him so he could take me even deeper. “Good girl,” he said to my ear, and I almost came right there. He stopped just in time, though, and giving all of us a chance to recover, made me turn around to suck his cock again. I gave myself eagerly to the task with my pussy still pulsating with the nearly achieved orgasm.
J suggested we try some more toys. A wooden wrist and ankle stocks caught A’s attention. “Ah… that one is new,” J said to him. “It’s quite convenient. You only need to lock her wrists and ankles here so that she’s well restrained and accessible, with her ass nicely up and high, and… Let me show you”. J removed what was left of my schoolgirl outfit and placed me in the proper position. He locked my wrists and ankles inside the stocks, with my ass high up and my chest and face buried in the sofa’s seat. I was spread wide open and ready to be used.
“Very nice view,” A said, caressing and spanking my ass playfully. “Do you want me to fuck you some more?” he directly asked me.
“Yes, please,” I moaned, like the good girl both J and A wanted me to be that night.
“Mmm,” he grunted and delved deep inside me once more.
My moans filled the room as he started pounding me again. His thrusts grew in intensity and frequency as the waves of heat and pleasure rolled faster and faster through my loins, my belly, and my whole body. Finally, an intense orgasm took over me, and my entire body started to shake with him inside. He just moaned softly and carefully slowed down until I stopped shaking. He slowly pulled out of me, giving me some last gentle spanks, making me feel like a little pet. Then, with the help of J, I was released from the stocks.
I don’t quite remember what we talked about afterwards. I only remember feeling exhausted and happy. I do remember that A was very sweet and flattering before leaving. The three of us said goodbye with an atmosphere filled with gratitude for the unexpected but highly satisfying encounter.
When J and I found ourselves again alone, with my clothes and toys scattered all around our living room, the electricity between us became palpable. I got very horny one last time that night, and unable both to hold on any longer, J pushed me into the sofa and proceeded to slowly fuck my wet and stretched-out pussy. I cummed very hard once more with my legs wrapped tightly around him, finding myself at home again.
I sometimes thought about A afterwards, especially when looking at J’s extremely explicit videos of the night. I thought about him as the stranger on the train that once fucked me in our living room, under J’s pleased eyes. Little did I know that that evening was just the first of many times we would meet.