Chapter 88: ladies play 3
My ex-fiancé, Mike, was a dominant man who knew exactly what I needed sexually. I remembered the time he walked into my apartment, walked up to me, put his hands on my shoulders and guided me onto my knees. I sucked him, as expected, swallowing his load before he fucked both my pussy and ass. And then I remembered other times when I had submitted to him like when he made me blow him during Christmas at my parent's house, with both my sisters asleep in the same room; or when I had to suck his cock under the table at a restaurant, and again at a Broadway play; or the time I had to ride him in the back of a taxi.
I missed the clear-cut-man-in-charge relationship I used to have, although I didn't miss the lack of emotion and conversation that had also been a part of it. Yet, I do often yearn to be face-fucked, forced to do something naughty in public, or to feel a cock in my ass again. Being a teacher, I always have to be in control, and thus having a man just take control in the bedroom is a major turn-on.
"A penny for your thoughts?" Caroline asked.
"What?" I replied, drawn back into reality.
"You seemed to be in la-la land," Caroline said.
"Oh, I was just thinking of the past," I answered honestly.
"Mike?" Caroline properly guessed.
"Maybe," I shrugged.
"He had you as whipped as Adam apparently has Jill," Caroline said.
Jill snapped, "I wasn't whipped."
"You were his personal live-in cum deposit," Caroline said bluntly, again not one to beat around the bush.
"Says the girl who takes it up the ass," Jill countered.
"Not because I am submissive, but because I enjoy it. Plus, remember I give and receive," Caroline reminded us.
Drunk enough to say it, I said, "I can't believe Cameron takes it up the ass."
Jill said, "I can't believe my boyfriend is a faggot either, but, hey, life is full of surprises."
I had to laugh. "Who would have thought that my Howard is the manliest of the three of our men?"
Caroline laughed, "Do you actually believe that?"
"Well, Adam is a faggot, quoting Jill, and your man takes it in the ass," I pointed out.
"Well, my man satisfies me sexually and knows exactly what I need," Caroline countered. "Can you say Howard does that for you?"
I could feel the harsh truth of her words as Mike's dominant persona and Howard's oblivious always-a-gentleman persona were polar opposites. I loved Howard more than I had ever loved Mike, yet Howard didn't come close to sexually satisfying me the way Mike had.
I feigned ignorance, "I have no idea what you are implying."
"Mike, Mike and Mike," Caroline smiled. "He was a dominant persona."
"And?" I asked, continuing to play stupid.
"And although you love Howard, you miss the strong firm personality of Mike because you, my dear sister, are..." she paused.
"Annoyed?" I answered.
"Submissive, like Jill," Caroline correctly assessed.
"Riiiiight," I replied, denying her truth.
Jill sighed. "Enough of the psychoanalysis. I'm the doctor here."
"And you solve everyone else's problems, but not your own," Caroline pointed out just as Emma returned to enquire about dessert.
"Can I get you ladies anything for dessert?" Emma asked.
Caroline looked at both Jill and I before asking, "That all depends, are you on the menu?"
Emma blushed bright red as she answered, "No, but the chocolate mousse is to die for."
"Well I'd rather have something more natural," Caroline said dripping with flirtation, "but I guess that will have to do."
Emma left and Jill gasped, "I can't believe you just hit on our waitress."
"I can't believe she rejected me," Caroline said, not used to being rejected.
"I guess everything happens sooner or later," I quipped.
"We will see if that is true later," Caroline answered, with the same ominous tone as before.
Emma came back with our dessert and we again all ate in silence.
A couple of minutes later, Emma returned with the bill and Caroline giggled when she looked at it.
"What? Even more than you expected it to be?" I asked.
"Yes, Cameron is going to shit when he sees the bill, but look at this," Caroline said.
Taking the bill, I saw a note from Emma.
Off at one
Emma (with a heart after the a)
Just below, she included her number.
"Wow," I said, she hasn't been rejected.
"I never get rejected," Caroline said confidently.
"So it seems," Jill laughed.
Half an hour later, we were at Caroline's house and now on our fourth bottle of wine.
"So was Adam always only into oral?" Caroline asked.
"He has always enjoyed oral the most, but he at least would return the favour or fuck me to orgasm," Jill admitted.
"On the bright side you must give amazing head for him to prefer your mouth to your cunt," Caroline pointed out.
"I hate that word," Jill grimaced.
"Head?" Caroline asked, playing innocent.
"The 'c' word," Jill said.
"Cunt...really?" Caroline said, enjoying causing her oldest sister stress. She then added, "Although I love giving head, my gag reflex makes it difficult."
"Super-slut has a sexual deficiency," I quipped.
"I still give head, but I really have to focus and almost always gag when he shoots his load down my throat," Caroline admitted, before adding, "but I am a trooper and always make sure to leave my man completely satisfied."
"I love giving head," I admitted, "especially the feeling of a cock growing in my mouth. Not a big fan of swallowing, but thankfully Howard is more of a cum in the cunt type of guy."
"You too?" Jill said, again wincing at me saying cunt.
"Sorry," I shrugged. "Must be the wine."
"Oh, that reminds me," Caroline said, standing up and going to her room.
Jill asked me, "What was that about?"
"Who knows? Maybe she needed to go and have a quick orgasm," I joked.
"She probably would leave us to get herself off," Jill laughed.
Caroline came back with a couple packages. She handed one to Jill. "Put these on."
"Why?" Jill asked. "I told you I hate pantyhose."
"First, they are thigh highs, and, second, they are Wolfords," Caroline said.
Moving to me, Caroline put her hand on my pantyhose clad knee. "Oh yuck, where did you buy these? Walmart?"
"Yes," I admitted, embarrassed by my lack of purchasing power for nice things.
"I brought you a pair too," Caroline said, handing me a pair.
Curious what expensive nylons would feel like, I said, "Fine, I'll put them on."
Jill, who hadn't yet put hers on, watched as I quickly yanked off my pantyhose and began putting on the expensive silk thigh high stockings. As soon as I slid one stocking up my leg, I let out an accidental moan. "Oh my, these are the softest nylon stockings I have ever felt. Jill you have got to try them on."
Jill did and soon we both had thigh high stockings on.
"So?" Caroline asked, looking at Jill.
"They feel nice," Jill said, moving her hand up and down her leg.
"Plus, the mocha color really hides how white you are...well, like all three of us are," Caroline explained.
Jill agreed, "They really are nice."
"They are another tool of seduction," Caroline said before turning to me. "Now, Jasmine, I realize it is your turn," Caroline said.
"For what?" I asked.
"So I admitted my cocksucking deficiency and Jill has admitted her submissive nature, what about you, baby sister," Caroline said. "What is your sexual weakness?"
"Well you already know I was submissive to Mike and I miss it sometimes," I admitted.
"We all knew that already," Caroline smiled. "Something we don't know."
I sighed. "Well, I have never had an orgasm from intercourse, nor can I have multiple orgasms."
"You have never come from getting fucked?" Caroline asked crudely.
"I only get off from oral sex, and only once each session," I admitted.
"You poor girl," Caroline said, "that needs to change."
"Do you have a magic wand? I joked.
"Actually, I do," Caroline laughed. After a pause where she seemed to be thinking about something, conniving perhaps, she changed topics completely, as she suggested, "Let's play truth or dare."
"Really? We are not teenagers anymore," Jill said.
"But it's nice to live it up once in a while," Caroline countered.
"I'm in," I shrugged, figuring what the hell, it's just the three of us.
"Fine," Jill reluctantly agreed, although it was obvious she wasn't really excited about playing.
"Jasmine, truth or dare?" Caroline asked.
"Why me first?" I protested.
"Because you're the youngest," she rationalized.
"Fine, truth," I chose.
"Spit or swallow?" Caroline asked.
"Swallow, of course," I replied, smiling.
"Slut," Caroline quipped playfully.
"Takes one to know one," I shot right back. Turning to Jill, I asked, "Truth or dare?"
"I have shared too many truths with you two already today, so dare, definitely dare," Jill answered.
I thought about this a while before a naughty, yet fun, dare popped into my head. "I dare you to give head to the empty wine bottle and take as much of it in your mouth as you can."
"Really?" Jill asked, almost certainly surprised it was me who made such a dare.
"I'm curious just how good a cocksucker you are," I explained.
"Oh, I am very, very good," Jill smiled, reaching for the bottle.
Caroline and I watched, both stunned our conversation had gotten so intimate, as Jill took the empty wine bottle and began putting it in her mouth. Jill, her eyes closed, slowly moved the bottle in and out of her mouth, each forward movement taking more and more of the thin bottle neck in between her lips.
Neither Caroline nor I spoke as we watched a silly dare turn into a rather intimate act. Jill treated the wine bottle like it was a real cock. She bobbed back and forth on the long glass fake cock, she swirled her tongue around the top of the bottle before returning to taking a shocking amount of the bottle in her mouth.
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