Kink Talk with Tasha

“Before we have this talk, can I not be the only one who is naked?” Tasha asked.

You’d shifted from the couch to the kitchen table, and you felt like the request was fair as you chuckled and nodded. You started to pull off your shirt, and Sabrina - who’d been wearing a summer dress, stood up from her seat and let the shoulder straps slip from her shoulders so her entire dress slid down her body leaving her naked.

“I meant maybe I could put on my shirt,” Tasha guffawed.

“Sorry, hon, that’s not how we roll,” Gemma laughed as she pulled off her t-shirt and undid her bra, letting her tits spill out.

Tasha was blushing all over again, which was cute as hell considering the four of you had already had a night of sex once before, and you and Gemma quickly followed Sabrina in getting fully naked. All three of the girls broke into little grins as you dropped your shorts and boxers, your cock bouncing up and into view.

“OK, fine, this is better,” Tasha laughed, cupping her tits and thumbing her nipples for a brief moment. “What do we need to talk about though?”

“We’ve developed a… let’s call it an understanding of what makes really, really good sex,” Gemma said. “And the best sex we’ve had with people we’ve hooked up with always starts with being completely open.”

“This isn’t ‘completely open?’” Tasha asked, gesturing to all of you sitting around naked. “You asked me to come over with the intention of having a bunch of sex, and I came over, and now we’re all naked and I’ve already come twice. And we did it before.”

“This is open,” you said. “But Gemma’s not just talking about being comfortable naked.”

“We need to talk about likes and kinks,” Sabrina said. “What sort of stuff you like, and what things you might want to try if you’re comfortable enough with us. Like, before John and I got together, I wasn’t super experienced with other people - I wasn’t a virgin, and I’d experimented by myself obviously, but I didn’t know what I really loved during sex. But now I know I’m a bit of a masochist and like being pinched and getting hickeys from him and Gemma, and I know I like being choked and spanked hard, and I come so fucking hard when they put it together into rough sex.”

“Whereas I like playing around with some of that stuff, but not always,” Gemma said. “I’m also a bit of an anal queen, it turns out. I love John taking my ass. Not to mention the fact that I’m open to playing with girls - I never would have thought that before we got together.”

“Yikes,” Tasha said, still blushing. “Um, OK. So, like, you want to know my deep, secret fantasies.”

“They don’t need to be deep dark fantasies,” you said. “But we want to know what you know you like instead of us guessing. You don’t need to explore new stuff with us if you don’t want to.”

Tasha bit her lip, looking between the three of you, and then shrugged. “Fuck it, you guys know I did a fucking gangbang train. It’s not like anything is more in your face than that. And, by the way, that’s definitely not something I’m doing again whether my future boyfriend likes the idea or not. Once was more than enough.”

“You found your boundary, that’s good,” Gemma said, reaching over and taking Tasha’s hand and giving it a squeeze.

“Um… well…” Tasha said but hesitated. “One thing I know I get off on is like… public sex. Like, doing it in places we might get caught or seen.”

“Ooh, that’s hot,” Sabrina said with a grin. “Any stories?”

“Not really,” Tasha said. “I mean, handjobs and blowjobs and getting fingered in different places mostly. Theatres, dance clubs, parks, that sort of thing. I only ever actually had sex in a public place once, and that was in an airplane bathroom.”

“You’re in the mile-high club?” Gemma asked with a grin. “How was it?”

“Not great,” Tasha chuckled. “Cramped, and my boyfriend at the time was a little on the small side. He wasn’t bad in bed at all, but in tight confines he couldn’t put his other skills to use really. He got off, I didn’t.”

“Just spitballing,” Sabrina said. “But I do have a balcony right there.” She glanced meaningfully over towards the glass sliding door leading out to the balcony. It wasn’t even noon yet so it was currently shaded, but in the afternoon the sun would hit it.

“Maybe,” Tasha grinned.

“I’m in if you are,” you said, putting a hand on her knee and smiling.

Tasha bit her lower lip again and nodded.

“What else?” Gemma asked.

“Um,” Tasha said, then flushed again. “This one I’ve not really… explored so much but… I mean, I’ll do anal, that’s not that freaky I think these days. But I’m also kind of into… like, feet?”

“Wait, really?” Sabrina asked, leaning forward. “Sorry, I don’t mean that to be like ‘Oooh, freaky.’ I mean like, I’ve always heard about people being into feet but I’ve never met someone like that before. Is it like, you like your feet being played with, or do you like other people’s feet?”

“Um, I like… I just like other people's feet, mostly?” Tasha hedged. “It’s not like I see a foot and I’m turned on or anything. But a nice goot, nice toes, manicured nails… I dunno. I think they can be sexual.”

“Well, you’ve seen all of ours,” Gemma said. “Would you want to explore that with any of us?”

Tasha was blushing furiously now. “Maybe… Gemma and Sabrina?” She looked at me. “Sorry, but you’ve got some hair on your toes and that’s not what I like.”

“No offence taken,” you said. “And, for what it’s worth, from the little I saw your cute little toes last time you have nice feet too.”

“Thanks,” she said.

“Well, you’re definitely going to get to do some foot worshipping if you’re into that,” Sabrina said with a grin. “And I think we should save it for later tonight, but John is definitely gonna make that booty of yours sing. How do you feel about strap-ons?”

“I’ve never played with one for real,” Tasha said. “I had a whole bit about them at one point, so I got one to try on and maybe wear on stage, but it never really worked for me.”

“Well, it’s not too hard,” Sabrina said. “And you can help us fulfil one of Gemma’s fantasies.”

“What?” Gemma asked. “What fantasy?”

“Getting stuffed in a DP,” Sabrina grinned. “John’s cock and two strap-ons means you can get your mouth stuffed too. That’s called being ‘airtight.’

You were, in fact, very, very hard based on what direction the conversation was setting the day on. Blowing out a breath, you had to laugh, and all the girls looked at you. With a shrug, you laughed again and gestured at your cock standing straight up from your lap. “I’m gonna need some help here.”

All three of them tried to call dibs.

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