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the initiation ritual - part 2
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Around a month later, I made my weekend trip into the city. I was staying over at T and D’s apartment and that Saturday night found D and myself at home as T had got called into work on short notice. Early into the evening, I had curled up on one of their black leather couches that filled the living room, reading a book, while off in the kitchen I could hear D talking on the telephone.
‘Hey boy, Mistress R is wondering what we are doing tonight? You want to go down to the club?’ asked D leaning through the doorway with the phone still up to her ear. After some determined encouragement on her part, I acquiesced.
I found D to be an intriguing woman. She was on the short side and had a narrow face and wavy long black hair that draped down to the middle of her back. I think she was two or three years younger than me. What little I knew about her background was she had briefly done some work for Mistress R at one time but found it not her calling. However it was through her connection and subsequent friendship with Mistress R that she had met T.
Whenever I stayed over with T and D, both her and I had figured out a silent understanding, uncannily like we could read each other’s minds, when it was ‘our’ turn to spend intimate one-on-one time with T. I was more than content to take the second spot in the hierarchy when it came to D, but she acknowledged, accepted, and even encouraged, the private time that T spent with me. Neither of us ever felt we were stepping on each other’s toes in our separate relationships with T. If anything she made me feel welcome. When I stayed over, the three of us usually shared the same bed, with T in the middle. A few times, they would start having sex and bring me into a threesome. When she and I were sexually engaged during these threesomes, I could sometimes sense she had more than a casual attraction to me.
D had a bubbly personality, mischievous eyes and expressions, always smiling – but she had one unusual quirk about her: she had a cat fetish. Her manner was actually very feline and slinky and she was aware of this and played it up sometimes. She often liked to wear a hair band with cat ears to keep her hair back out of her face, and sometimes when we went out clubbing or just out in general, she wore a cat tail attached to her backside. Once when we were having a threesome, she wore nothing but a rubber cat hood over her head and a tail which was affixed to a buttplug stuck in her ass. At first I found it quite strange but once T and I took turns fucking her from behind, I found it oddly arousing as she purred and meowed, her buttplug tail swooshing about and getting in the way. When she described her outfits and her fetish, she said she was a ‘pussy-cat’ – with stress on ‘pussy’.
So here was I and the pussycat, just the two of us, on the town for a night out. She was wearing black leather shorts with fishnets, her tail sewn on the tailbone of her backside. She wore a short leather biker jacket and her omnipresent cat ears. She even had drawn whiskers on her face. Since I was not really in the mindset, I let her pick out my outfit for the evening – and she opted for my pleated skirt but insisted on bare legs, something I did not usually do but relented. I wore a simple white t-shirt on top as I didn’t feel like squishing into latex or a corset.
We had never spent any time socializing without T around, so I was unsure how to approach my manner towards her. I figured I’d just let her lead the way. As we sat in the back of the taxi taking us from their apartment to the club in the downtown warehouse district, D was sitting close beside me to stay warm on this cold winter evening. It was lightly snowing outside and club wear is not known for its warmth.
To pass the time, I decided to broach something on my mind, ‘D… can I ask you something?’ - ‘Sure!’
‘I’m just wondering, how come you are fine with T and I doing what we do together? Most women would be weirded out if their boyfriend had someone else on the side, let alone fucking another boy.’
‘What you and T do sexually does not threaten me – as there is stuff you do for him that I cannot, and likewise stuff I do for him you cannot. Your relationship with him just makes him happier in mine with him – besides, I find it all kinky and I like you too, and having you stay with us…’ Maybe to show she meant what she said, she then nuzzled up closer beside me, kissed me on my cheek and continued, ‘…and tonight I want to have some of you, too, for myself!’
At the time the intent of her words didn’t register with me.
On arrival, once we found our way through the line-up and in through the guest entrance, we made our way through the crowd and upstairs where Mistress R was found in her usual booth holding court with whomever else she knew there that evening. She spotted us, waved to get our attention, and then made room for us to sit down with her group of around half a dozen people. I didn’t recognize any of them and I think one or two of the women were ones who worked for her.
Around an hour or so into the evening, I was standing at the bar finishing off a drink and checking out the crowd, as I often loved to people watch. Mistress R walked up to me with pussycat in tow. She then spoke to both us, but it felt like she was specifically addressing me. ‘You two, can you please follow me now…’ on which D took my hand, as if she knew why Mistress R wanted us to go with her.
Mistress R led us into a small back storage room and locked the door behind us. She then turned to me, stating that ‘I believe you still owe me the second half of your initiation. D is going to help you fulfill that now’.
I looked at D, who was standing there eagerly smiling back at me, swinging her hips so her tail moved back and forth behind her, and I then looked at Mistress R. ‘Uh, you mean like, right here?’
‘Yes’ as she pulled up a chair from the corner and sat down, looking at both of us expectantly.
D immediately made the first move and stepped up close to me. She took my hands, and positioned them on her hips as we then stood there, beginning to kiss each other. I asked her ‘are you okay with this?’ to which she responded ‘yes, I am – now shut up and kiss me’. She was both leading me on, knowing what needed to be done for Mistress R, as well as genuinely enthused by our contact. I had kissed her before, but not long like this and it felt different this time.
After our lips fulfilled the allotted time, Mistress R indicated silently, by pointing at D’s lower body that it was time for us to move on.
D stepped back and pulled her shorts and fishnets down to her ankles and boots, then sat herself down on another chair, and spread her legs to expose her pussy with a narrow black landing strip shaved above it. I went down on my knees, crawled through her legs, which now wrapped around me, and buried my face and tongue into her. She was dripping wet, and I liked the taste of her pussy lips – having never had the chance to eat her. At one point I stopped to take a breath, and she pulled my face up to her, licking my lips and face clean where it was wet with her moisture. I happily went back down on her for more. As I worked on her pussy, I could feel her untying her boots and freeing her feet from her shorts and what remained of her now-torn tights.
I now felt myself aroused and rock hard, so after what I thought was enough time, I stood up and stepped back. I knew what came next, so I removed my skirt and pulled down my leather g-string I wore underneath. My cock immediately popped out to attention. D sat up and crawled forward, saying ‘here let me help you’ as she wrapped her mouth around my stiff cock to lube me up. When she thought I was ready, she then laid back on the ground and spread her legs wide again, holding them open by her ankles, her soaking, glistening slit inviting me in. I looked over at Mistress R, and she nodded affirmatively at D.
I laid down on top of D and sunk my cock inside her. She felt really really nice, wrapping her legs around me to pull me closer to her – or perhaps she didn’t want me to get away from her.
A couple minutes in and we found ourselves both seriously into each other – and I felt odd knowing I was fucking my boyfriend’s girlfriend while he was not around.
D then unzipped and removed her leather jacket to expose a black see-through blouse she wore underneath. Her small but firm breasts each had electrical tape crosses over her nipples. She lifted up her blouse so I could get at them. I felt myself get harder and harder, the pressure building up inside my cock, from seeing those beautiful mounds of flesh, and I buried my face in them. I then slowly peeled off the tape so I could suck on her now large, pointed hard nipples.
I then realised that we had obviously fucked for more than the five minutes Mistress R demanded, but I was not going to stop until either R or D told me to do so. Thankfully I did not need to stop. Mistress R smiled at both of us, satisfied by the sight of us on the floor, got up from where she had been sitting and watching us, and left the storage room, closing the door behind her and leaving D and me to our desires.
D smiled at me as I spread her legs wide so I could look her body over as I continued to fuck her. I had been in the exact same position with her and seen her like this, in the past, but tonight it felt, and she felt, all different. There seemed to be an energy between us that had not been there previously – well at least from me. She then pulled me back tightly close to her, started kissing and tonguing my ear, purring away, and at some point how long later I cannot recall, we came together.
After we had regained ourselves, cleaned up as best we could, and re-dressed, we took each other’s hand and snuck our way out of the storage room and back into the general populace of the private club.
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Later in the evening, after leaving at closing, D and I found ourselves in the back of the taxi-cab now heading back to the apartment. My mind was swirling and I asked her, ‘you obviously knew this was going to happen…’
‘Of course I knew this was going to happen, I actually asked Mistress R if I could be the one to do the deed with you, and she agreed – since I had done her initiation back when I had worked for her. We just needed to convince to come out tonight.’
‘Really? Can I ask why?’
‘Why? Because I like you as a friend to T and me, and I like you more than a friend and have wanted to have sex with you alone, just you and I, for a very long time. I told T a while back and he said he had no problem if we ever slept together without him around, but the moment just never seemed to be right for it to happen. I kind of hoped you would make a move on me but you being the gentleman, just never did. So Mistress R gave me a way to force it to happen. You aren’t mad, are you?’
‘Mad? Oh no. Not at all’ I replied as I smiled back at her, kissed her cheek, and took her hand in mine, which she held on to until we arrived back home.
After we had made our way into the apartment, hung up our coats and removed our boots, and had settled back in for the rest of night, the pussycat turned to me, ‘T won’t be home for another few hours, until the morning. Let’s go to bed and fuck some time away until he gets home, okay?’
‘Okay.’
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Posted on : Dec 19, 2021
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