Peter's Plaything

“Strip.”

His voice was firm.

I hear her let out a sultry laugh and begin to sway her hips back and forth. She runs her hands up and down her shapely sides.

Peter stuns us both. With a stone cold look of boredom on his face he shakes his head. “I didn't say to give me a show. I told you to strip. Take off your fucking clothes, right fucking now.”

Jane was rocked. She stammers and hesitates. I was pretty confident she'd never been spoken to like that in her life. Especially with a man she was about to get intimate with.

He sighs with impatience. “If I wanted a lady I would have gotten one for myself. Your his lady, not mine. I paid for a fuck toy, that's it.”

She lets out an nervous laugh then clamps her lips shut as she see's his intensely annoyed expression drilling into her.

He steps forward and looms over her. “Take...your fucking...clothes off. Whore.”

His cold gray gaze dared her to disobey him.

I sat, eyes wide as saucers, as I witnessed this take place. Pete was like a different person. The dashing debonair gentleman was long gone. I was sure Jane was about to put a stop to it and I couldn't blame her. They stand face to face for twenty or thirty seconds...just looking at each other.

“Peter...” She whispers.

He rolls his eyes and turns away. “Fucking useless cunt. Take your man and get out. What a waste of money you were.”

She stood rubbing her thumbs into her fingers. I wasn't honestly sure what she might be thinking right now. I wish I could see her face. After another few seconds...she begins to peel her tight dress down off of her body.

“Sorry Sir.” She says quietly.

With no more swaying or sexy movements my girlfriend quickly and efficiently strips down to nothing. She stands with her arms at her sides and waits.

He looks her up and down like piece of meat. “Mmm. Serviceable.” He mutters. Stepping forward and cups his right hand and pushes it straight into her shaved pussy. I hear her grunt as she shifts awkwardly at his brazen pussy grab. “Wet.” He says. He brings his middle finger to his lips and sucks it, tasting my girlfriend's snatch like a fine food connoisseur might with fancy new dish. “Mmm, not bad.”

He pulls her back away from me a few steps and gets her to stand at what seems a very particular spot, he then turns her ninety degrees so that she was fully lit by one of the angled set of track lights he had along his ceiling. She stood in the spotlight as he really looked her over.

It was only then I really noted how odd his lighting set up was here. The lights were over bright and shone right were people would sit, not the most pleasant arrangement. There was a lamp nearby but it was off. Along the ceiling were three rows of track lighting. A set that pointed to the area of the couch to my left, a set that pointed to the couch to my right, and one that pointed at the long wide solidly built coffee table. In the beams of this last set was where Jane currently stood nude.

It was then I saw them. Cameras, microphones, and thin cables leading from them and into the ceiling. Not chintzy little things either. The camera's had big round lenses and had the letters “HD” printed on their sides. The microphones were small but proper microphones. None of it was even particularly well hidden, but they were built into the style so perfectly they hadn't stood out before. I had been here before and I knew they hadn't been here then. He must bring these out when he knew there would be something worth recording. Were they on right now!? Given how flooded the area was with light I had no doubt that they were. The HD cameras and quality microphones picking up ever last detail of what was happening. No wonder he wanted it happen here at his place!

I return my attention to the people in front of me and I wonder if Jane and noticed the recording devices. Currently she stared straight ahead, her small hands gripping the sides of her thighs. Peter slowly walks around her. First just looking. Taking in every last inch of her naked flesh.

“You probably think you're pretty hot shit, don't you whore?” He asks her.

Her face twists, she wasn't sure how to respond to that.

He scoffs. “Tits, cunt, ass. Just a plaything like any other. You're nothing special, not to me.”

She takes a shuddering breath in and bites her bottom lip.

“You keep your man happy?”

She nods quickly. “Yes Sir. Very happy.”

“Good. Not completely worthless then.”

He then takes another pass around her, this time his hands follow where his eyes go. He strokes her cheek. He traces his fingers down her cleavage. He gropes her tits. Pinches and tugs her stiff aroused nipples. He runs a palm over her soft stomach. He takes a good long feel of her wet pussy once more, sliding a finger up and down the slit. This causes her to gasp. He just continues on. He grabs her hips. He goes in behind and takes her bubble ass in hands and squeezes. He massages and rubs and pulls them apart to look at her asshole. He looked her over like a man looking over a car he was thinking about buying. Like she was an inanimate thing.

I could tell by the flush in her cheeks and the catch in her breath that my girlfriend was very much enjoying the dispassionate attention. Neither paid me the least attention, I was invisible to them now.

When he was done groping and fondling my girl he stands back. “Sit there.” He points to the large coffee table behind her. She does what he tells her. “Spread your legs.” She does so by about a foot. He chuckles. “Wider! Don't be coy. You're just a fuck toy. Come on, open up whore. Open that cunt up for me. I paid for it, I want to see it.”

She takes another long trembling breath and obeys. Sitting on the edge of his coffee table she spreads her smooth pale thighs wide open for him. Her bald pussy opens up revealing a peek of the inviting glittering pink within. The upper regions of her inner thighs shone with moisture, sweet Jesus she was wet! In the bright focus of the three track lights centered on her Peter can see every tiny detail of her body.

Peter nods, seemingly satisfied with what he was seeing. “Lean back.” She obeys. “Support yourself on your elbows. Keep those legs wide.” She obeys. “Arch your back a bit, push those tits higher.” She obeys. “Now push your butt up off the table...that's it. Get up on your tip toes.” She obeys. “Stay.”

Her position didn't look comfortable but she held it obediently.

He turns and leaves the room.

Suddenly it was just me, bound and gagged, with my very exposed girlfriend splayed wide and struggling to hold a very difficult position. It was particular hard for her to stay up on her tip toes. I see her glance momentarily my way, but it is only for a second. Just enough to see me staring at her in this most compromised of positions. A minute passes, then two, then three. I watch as her muscles begin to tremble.

His voice comes out from another room. “Say you're a dirty whore. Say it nice and loud.”

She obeys instantly. “I'm a dirty whore!” Then after a second's pause. “Sir!”

More waiting. Jane's tired muscles were beginning to flag. Her body trembles, her tits shimmy, the heat of the place and her efforts had caused a layer of sweat to spring up across her smooth beautiful body.

Finally he returns, walking casually as anything. He approaches then reaches up to adjust the camera pointed at her. If she didn't know she was being recorded she did now. It didn't seem to phase her a bit.

“Sir.” She finally says with trembling voice. He ignores her. “Sir...I'm getting tired.” He continues to ignore her. Walking to the kitchen he casually pours himself a scotch on the rocks. He returns and takes a seat to my about three feet to my right, though he doesn't acknowledge me in the slightest. He takes a leisurely sip of the spirit and softly smacks his lips. Sitting back he watches Jane, admiring her quaking tits and her parted fleshy flower.

He rests the tumbler on the arm of the sofa and runs a finger around the rim. “You may rest.”

With a grunt she plops her ass back down onto the table. She lets out a long breath and sighs her relief. “Thank you Sir.” She says in a breathy grateful voice.

“Play with yourself, but do not cum. Understand? Tonight you will only cum on for my cock and at no other time.”

She nods submissively. “Yes Sir, yes. Only for your cock Sir.”

God, watching her give herself to Peter like this was intoxicating. Good ol' Pete, long time friend and poker buddy, was dominating my girlfriend in ways I didn't even know were possible. He had her in the palm of his hand.

Eager and willing Jane brings her right hand down and starts rubbing her wet bald pussy in a fast circular motion. After minute or so of this she slaps her clit a few times with two fingers then quickly returns to rubbing again.

Peter sat sipping his scotch and watching my girlfriend perform for him. He seemed pleased enough, but hardly gripped by passion. My cock was hard as oak as I watched this take place.

It doesn't take long before I hear my girlfriend's breath become erratic. She takes in big breaths and blows them out. I watch her body occasionally shudder and can actually hear her rubbing cunny get wetter and wetter. She had rosy flush to her cheeks and chest and her entire overheated body shone in the bright lights. Smooth as butter he just sits and watches and drinks his drink.

“Sir...” She says with desperation. “...Sir...I'm gonna cum Sir.”

“Don't!”

“Sir! Ohhh Sir!”

“Don't!”

I see her grit her teeth as she fights off her building climax. Her legs tremble and start to push together.

“Keep them wide!” He commands. “And don't you cum!”

She spreads her legs once more. She rubs...she rubs...she groans in distress... Finally she is **** to pull her hand away. Her eyes flare open and she lets out a huge gasp. “GAH!” She pants for oxygen. Her hips thrust as she desperately humps the air, her body outside of her own control, as she comes down from the very edge of an orgasm.

Through her heavy breath she begs him. BEGS him. “Please Sir. Fuck me. Fuck your little fuck toy. Please, Sir. Please.!”

He grins, most satisfied by what he was seeing. “Play with yourself.” He says.

“Sir!? Please!”

His grin fades at her disobedience. In an instant Jane is rubbing her sopping wet honeypot once more. After only a few minutes she is **** to stop once more. She huffs and puffs and quivers as she resists her rising passions.

“Ohhhhh.” She whimpers as she quells another near moment of rapture. “Ohhh, please Sir. I need to cum. Fuck me please!”

He waits a bit. “Play with yourself.”

“Unghhhh.” She whines, but she obeys without question.

This goes on for what seems like an eternity. Again and again and again he gets her to take herself to very brink of release and then suddenly stop and pull back. The edging must go on for close to an hour. He even leaves to make himself another drink as my mewling girlfriend writhes on the table for him. His patience was incredible.

Jane was near her breaking point. I almost felt ready to pop and I was just sitting there! Her begging and pleading and whimpering is truly pitiable. The pathetic cries of a wanton **** whore. I could see in her eyes she was tempted to stop this so that she could claim her well earned climax. With incredible resolve she endures. She was drenched in sweat now, the side of the table below her pussy dripped with her flowing juices.

So **** was she at this point she was complete putty in his hands. Utterly obedient. The fact I was there, the fact she was being recorded, all of it forgotten.

He stretches back and places his drink on the end table at his side. “I want something new from you whore. Something no one else has had. Something I can lay claim to.”

She nods without question. “Yes Sir. Whatever you wish Sir.”

“I'll start with the obvious I suppose. Have you done anal?”

She shakes her head. “No Sir. No anal.”

This surprises him. “Really!?” He looks at me as if he didn't believe her. He looks back. “You're lying. You've never taken it up the ass?”

“No Sir! No! I've never done anal Sir! You would be the first Sir.”

He grins a wide bright grin, which causes her to smile too as she sees she'd made her tormentor so happy. “An anal virgin! Mmmmm. Well then, maybe you are worth a twenty after all.”

She nods, there wasn't even a whiff of doubt or **** to her words. “Yes Sir. I'll earn your money Sir.”

I couldn't believe my ears. Jane had let me know in no uncertain terms that her back door was off limits. Always had been and always would be...or so she said. She was finally giving it up and it wouldn't be me popping that anal cherry.

He beckons her. “Come on then. Crawl to me whore. Get me hard. Then I want a bit of your whore cunt before I claim your ass.”

“YES SIR!” She exclaims jubilantly.

I could tell by the subtle bulge among the folds of his silk pajama bottoms that he was nearly hard already.

She scrambles like a junkie chasing a fix over to him. She slides down the edge of the table and crawls in her hands and knees to kneel at his feet. He pats the cushion beside him, the one between he and I, calling her up beside him as if she were a loyal dog. She obediently crawls up between us. She begins kissing and sucking at his stomach. Her ass and soaked pussy waggled back and forth just inches from me.

Her body blocks my view of what was happening.

“Suck my cock.”

“Yes Sir!”

His pants are lowered and in an instant I hear the sucking sounds of my girlfriend slurping on his manhood.

He slowly closes his eyes and lets out a low hum. Placing a hand on her head he relaxes and just savors the wonderful feeling of an obedient whore sucking his cock. God damn, her pussy was right there and I was so fucking hard. Oh how I wished I could slip into her there and then.

I hear him pop from her mouth. “Oh?” She says. Then after a moment. “Oh. Oh! Oh my!”

She looks back over her shoulder at me. It was jarring being acknowledged like this all of a sudden. Leaning to the side she exposes what it was that had surprised her. She had Peter's cock pressed against his belly, her hand in front of it in that size measuring way of hers. Pete's dick didn't stick up past her fingers as much as Billy's did, in fact he was nearly the exact same length as me. I then watch her turn her hand to the side and slowly grip her fingers around his shaft.

Ohhhhhh fuck.

Peter was thick. Peter was very thick. Thick enough that it actually made it look short and stumpy, though I now knew it was a solid six inches like mine. I don't know why but that took me completely off guard. I half expected him to be long. Something about his sleek smooth personality made me imagine that he probably had a lean elegant member. I was wrong. It wasn't elegant at all, it was thick veiny root of a cock. It was a blunt instrument.

Peter looked annoyed. “I didn't tell you to stop.” He looks to me then back down to her and I see genuine anger rise up in him. “You fucking bitch. You're showing him my cock.”

Jane cowers. “I'm sorry Sir! It's just so thick. I was surprised is all.” She dives back down and pushes her tight lips half way down hard schlong.

He grabs her long brown hair roughly and yanks her up off of him. I pull against my bonds in an instinct to protect her. “Don't make a fool of me here in my house!” He growls.

“Sorry Sir, sorry. He likes seeing them, especially if they're bigger. I'm sorry Sir.” She bows and scrapes.

He looks at me, he looks at her, he looks at me, then finally back at her. His anger was ebbing away. “Bigger?”

“Yes Sir.” She says. “Much bigger Sir.”

For just a moment I see my friend Pete peek through the dominant facade of Peter. “Wait...really?” He looks at her closely, trying to judge if she was lying to him. Then he shakes his head as I see a light go on, he grins as if to some private joke. “Becky...that teasing little minx. She told me he was hung!”

Becky Peterson was a girl I had dated briefly in high school. Peter had a short relationship with her not long after me. Evidently Becky had told Pete some rather flattering lies about me to get his goad.

Jane shakes her head and assures him “No Sir, he's not hung. Not at all Sir.”

He laughs. “Fuck! All this time I thought you were packin heat. We all did!”

He lets her go. “I want to see it for myself. Get his cock out.”

Without a pause she turns and quickly unbuttons and unzips my pants. My achingly stiff dick springs free and points skyward rigid as a flag pole. All three of us take a moment to look at and compare the two hard dicks on display. It was readily evident to the naked eye he had me beat.

She looks at Peter. “See Sir. Just a normal one. Not thick like yours Sir.”

Reaching over she wraps her fingers around the middle of his stout manhood, her fingertips coming nowhere close to meeting her thumb. Sliding it up she bring the hand over and puts it down around my free standing wang. My girth nowhere close to reaching her curved fingers, a bit of space all around. It was at this point she meets my stunned gaze. Staring straight into me.

As with Billy she wanted me to make a note of this moment. Once again she wanted me to see precisely how much I fell short compared to my friend. She wanted me to know it and to know that she was very much aware of it herself. I knew I would be hearing about this in our love making sessions in the future.

She spoke to him though her brown eyes drilled into me. “See Sir. See how much smaller his is than your manly cock. How much thinner. His girth is no match for yours Sir.”

It is at this moment a gleaming clear dew drop of precum sprouts from my tip then slowly oozes down my shaft. We all watch it go.

“Well...huh. Learn something new every day.” Pete looks to me with a wicked grin. “I might not be such a bad bull for you after all John.”

I, of course, could do or say nothing.

His attention returns to my girlfriend as Pete fades away to Peter once more. He was a bit less serious now though, at bit more jocular.

Slapping his thighs he says. “Climb up. Ride me.”

“Yes Sir!” She grins. “Finally!”

She hurries up and straddles him. It was surreal. Watching my girlfriend crawl up onto a man that looked so similar me, and yet so different in the one place it really counted. Seeing his hands grasp her full heavy breasts. Seeing the look of sheer ecstasy on her face as that thick cock presses deeper into her super wet and long teased cunny...it was...it was...

“Ohhhh...ohhhh...OHHHHHHH GOD!” She moans. “Soooooo full!”

That moment, as she slowly and fully sinks down onto his bulky rod, was a pure uncut libidinous high. Like a bolt from a clear blue sky...I ERUPT!

My body spasms and pelvis thrusts, none of by my own conscious command. A massive creamy rope of my hot load arches through the air and lands over my hair and face. “MMMMMPH!” I cry into the gag. The next long rope paints a line down over my chin and across my neck. The rest of my copious wad is deposited over my tight white t shirt. “Mmmmmm!”

When I finally come to my senses I hear them laughing.

“...mmmmm...” I moan weakly as I look their way. They both stare at me in laughing disbelief.

“Oh my god!” Jane gawps. “He he he he. John!”

“Holy shit.” Pete chuckles. “”Ha ha ha! I've done a lot of shit with a lot of people, but I have never seen that before! Not a touch!”

As crazy as what they had just witnessed was Jane would be denied no longer. She looks at Peter. “Never mind him.” With that she starts to slowly and smoothly grind and ride atop him.

He lets out a hissing breath as he takes her heaving breasts into his hands. “Ohhhh fuck. Jesus you're tight.”

She pushes her tits into his groping hands and strokes his arms. “Ohhh my god Sir. Ohhhh my god. Soooo full....god...I feel sooooo full. You fill me so fucking good!”

Reaching around he cups her tight round ass in his hands and squeezes them as he thrusts into her a bit deeper.

“OHHHHH.” She groans uncontrollably. “God...Sir...I've never felt so...so...perfectly full.”

“Is mine the biggest you've ever had?” He asks.

“Yes! Yes Sir! The thickest!” She moans. “Ohhhhhh.”

“Not the longest?”

“No Sir. I'm sorry Sir. Young Billy was deeper, but he didn't fill me like this! Ohhhhhh.”

“Billy huh?” He has an amused smirk. “Well, can't have everything I suppose.”

Sitting back, my own spunky mess all over me, I watch for the next hour as Peter brings my girlfriend to orgasm after orgasm. At one point, when he had her lying back and using my thigh for a pillow, she has the most body shaking series of three climaxes back to back to back.

Peter was fucking master. Not only did he have a superior cock, he ran circles around me as a lover. He would fuck her fast, and then slow. Rough, then gentle. Standing, kneeling and laying. Top and bottom. Just when I thought he would cum he would change things up. Shift positions, change tempo, or just eat her out for a while. All the while I was just a part of the furniture. They fucked beside me, in front of me, against me, and on me. My raging resurrected erection standing tall in front me. All of us were soaked from head to toe in our own sweat. The place smelled like a whore house, which I suppose it was at the moment.

He played Jane's body like a virtuouso.

Finally the time had come. Getting ever bolder he bends my girlfriend and gets her to place her hands on my shoulders, our faces only an inch or two apart. He goes to the side table and produces a bottle of lube. I watch as Jane's eyes widen. She grips my shoulders hard and gets ready.

Fuck, not only was he getting her ass for the first time, being so fucking thick he would stretch it past where I ever could. I'd never get the experience of stretching her tight sphincter to points unknown.

His smooth moves were wearing thin. Even Peter had his limits. I could see the impatience in his movements as he returns. With a rough hasty hand he slaps a big wad of lube against her virgin hole. Taking another squirt he strokes it over his meaty cock.

He is not gentle.

He finds the spot and RAMS forward. I hear skin meet skin as he claps into her tush.

With her face right in mine I watch eyes bulge and am nearly deafened by her wail. “GAAAAHHHH FUCK!” Her fingers claw into my shoulders.

Going full hilt he just holds her there for a few seconds and lets her struggle against him.

She moans and cries out but eventually settles herself into a panting cringing sort of normal.

As he starts to truly fuck her ass she speaks to me, almost uncontrollably, as if saying the words somehow helped her cope.

“Oh Jesus baby...oh Jesus...he's in there! Holy fuck baby, he's in there! So deep in my ass baby...ohhhhh god baby...he's fucking my ass baby! He's stretching my asshole baby...ohhh my GOD!”

And so it goes.

I had been right, he had been close. It is no more than four or five minutes of relentless anal pounding when I hear him start to grunt in time with his clapping thrusts.

“Ugh...ugh...ugh... Beg for it.” He hisses between clenched teeth. “Beg for my cum you whore.”

“Please Sir! Please! Give me your hot load!”

She says it just in time. Pulling out of her, causing her to moan at the sudden emptiness in her bowels, he grabs her hair and pulls her back to turn towards him. Just two feet in front of me he holds her hair in his strong grip and strokes his shiny trunk.

She looks up at him in total submission and begs for his nut. “Please Sir! Please give me your cum!”

“GRRRRRRR.” He groans.

He doesn't so much cum on her face as right up against it. Pressing his tip hard against her cheek, just under her eye, he lets his long building climax loose. His milky white seed splotches onto her face, forcing her to shut one eye as it spatters into it.

“Yes! Yes Sir! YES!” She cheers him on.

He dumps his load. Leaving her eye, cheek, lips and nose absolutely coated with his jizm.

Squeezing the last few drops onto her he slaps her around with his thick manhood a few times before finally letting her go.

He takes a huge breath in, lets it slowly out, and smiles. With his passion spent dominant Peter was gone and my friend Pete was back. “Ohhhh, that was the best twenty bucks I've ever spent.”

Both of them begin to laugh.