Full Throttle Ch. 02

Full Throttle (Ch. 02)

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This is another one of David's fantasies dealing with unrequited submission.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.

Chapter Two

Allen Peabody was buck naked, licking his lips, having the time of his life eating his cum dribbled into his mouth by Jennifer's slut Lainey, a beautiful California blonde who ordinarily wouldn't give him the time of day. What a nasty wonderful surprise to meet Jennifer as a cash paying customer in his antique store, a customer who had a penchant for original (and expensive) Stickley furniture and BDSM. Allen always had detailed submissive fantasies, some of which he tried with paid Dommes, but never with his ex-wife Madeline and never, ever with his current girlfriend Emily.

Nothing compared in intensity, pleasure and depravity to the short time he'd just spent with Jennifer and her two sluts Lainey and Troy.

When he arrived at Jennifer's home Lainey warmed up his ass with an aggressive spanking with her riding crop followed by a vigorous butt fucking from Jennifer in the dining room of Jennifer's home while Allen was holding on for dear life with his hands gripping an original Stickley dining set valued at over $100,000 (it was the finest example Allen had ever laid eyes on). The Domme used a black dildo kept in her Range Rover's glove compartment she affectionately referred to as "the big boy." The big boy stretched Allen's virgin asshole to the limit and brought him to a head splitting orgasm. Lainey was conveniently sucking him off while the butt pounding ensued, so all of his spunk was caught in her hot little mouth.

Jennifer was chatting with someone on the phone and gesturing with her hands while Allen was busy lapping up the remnants of his prodigious production of cum.

"... why not?" Jennifer asked, Allen caught in mid-sentence.

"... then fuck you!" Jennifer shouted into the phone. The well-endowed brunette hung up and looked at Allen and the startled expression on his face.

"That was none of your business," Jennifer said. "At least not yet."

"OK," he said, avoiding apologizing. He was catching himself. She told him not to apologize for who he was so he didn't.

He'd put his phone on silent but it was buzzing on the library table where he left it. Jennifer gave him a scowl when the incessant buzzing continued. Embarrassed, he stepped out of the dining room and into the hallway.

The caller ID said it was Emily. Emily was in her early 50's, attractive enough but dressed in a manner charitably described as frumpy. She had a nice body with generously sized breasts and long slender legs, but none of that mattered much because despite numerous hints from Allen she didn't seem interested in anything but vanilla sex. Allen liked vanilla, but not the same flavor every day of his life. He described his relationship with Emily as "comfortable."

Jennifer, on the other hand, was a vivacious big-titted brunette with a nasty streak a mile wide (and a mile deep). She was able to deliver the first truly satisfying sexual experience of Allen's adult life with a genuine gusto for old fashioned down and dirty sex. She explored the boundaries of filthy. She delivered "heart pounding excitement" instead of "comfortable." Allen was fully prepared to break up with Emily for even the remote chance of seeing Jennifer again.

Unfortunately for Allen, in the midst of all this carnal bliss, he'd forgotten that he had a 7:30 p.m. reservation that night at a high end expensive French restaurant (or is that an oxymoron?), Le Petit Amour, in Morristown, he'd guaranteed with a non-refundable $300 deposit. It was to celebrate his and Emily's eight month "anniversary" together. He was supposed to pick up Emily at work at 7:00 p.m. and then take her to the restaurant. This was to happen in 90 minutes. This was the mother of all fuck-ups and his light bulb hadn't yet gone on.

It was 5:30 p.m., and from Jennifer's house to Morristown was at best a 90 minute drive without significant traffic. During rush hour it was likely to be well over two hours. To compound his problem, he had no car. He'd ridden with Jennifer from his shop to her house in her Range Rover and was so excited about going with her he hadn't thought through how he'd get back home. Imagine Jennifer's reaction when he asked her if he could borrow her brand new really expensive Range Rover to drive sixty miles as dangerously fast as he could so he could have dinner with his girlfriend. Even his butt couldn't withstand the punishment for that moronic request.

All of those logistical challenges were moot for one reason - - he didn't want to leave Jennifer's house - - ever.

"I can't talk right now," he said, still tasting his own cum. "I'm in a meeting."

It would have been hilarious for Emily to see who Allen was "meeting" with -- two naked sluts, Lainey and Troy, and a wickedly perverted Domme.

"Are you going to be here at seven?" she asked, of course in the complete dark as to Allen's current precarious (and naked) position. She, as usual, continued talking despite Allen's admonition.

"My meeting ended early so it'd be great if you could pick me up at my office around 6:30. There's a sale at my favorite women's clothing store, and it's right next door to the restaurant, so I was hoping we could stop there first. I hope it's not a bother."

As soon as Emily started talking Allen's lightbulb turned on and he realized he had royally screwed up. He hadn't given a second's thought about the dinner that night, or Emily, so he didn't even have a lie prepared to tell. He was forced to give her a highly sanitized version of the truth.

"I'm sorry Emily, I can't make the dinner," he said, ripping the band aid off.

There was a disturbing silence on the phone. Allen felt like the piece of shit he was.

"You're not?" she asked. Her voice was trembling and she sounded like she was going to cry.

"I'm sorry. I had to deliver a piece of furniture to Spring Lake and..."

"Spring Lake? That's sixty miles from here."

"I know," said Allen. "But it was a $10,000 sale and you know... business has been slow and the table I sold has been sitting in my shop for six months."

There was a longer punishing silence. "I guess the money's more important than our relationship..."

Even though Allen wanted to break up with her this conversation was going the exact wrong direction.

"No, no," Allen interjected. "It's not that."

"So what is it?"

It was Allen's opportunity to tell her about Jennifer - - how he'd met this beautiful slut and just had the best orgasm of his life. That sex with Emily was boring. Of course he wimped out and didn't say that.

"I... I don't know... I guess I wasn't thinking."

Allen mentally rolled up in a ball, bracing himself for the expected tongue lashing. He would have rather faced ten more strokes from Lainey's riding crop. Unfortunately, Emily exceeded his expectations.

"I'm disappointed in you Allen. Really disappointed. We've spent a lot of time together and I thought we were good for each other, but apparently I'm not that important, otherwise you wouldn't have forgotten about our dinner. All those nice things you said to me over the last eight months. Once, you said you loved me. Did you mean it? Or were you lying?"

Then rage set in. "For crying out loud, you just changed the reservation today. How could it have slipped your mind?"

The answer of course was he was sniffing Jennifer's asshole at his store after he'd changed the reservation. That made him forget. It would have made any horny undersexed submissive middle aged man forget. The truth wasn't available so he apologized again.

"All I can say is I'm sorry."

Allen could hear soft sobbing on the other end of the line. He was between a rock and a hard place. He wanted to be with Jennifer but it wasn't in his nature to be cruel (or at least this cruel).

"How can I make it up to you?" he asked in lieu of breaking up with her.

Again silence. A long agonizing silence.

"You can't," she said.

Allen was at a loss as to what to say next. He'd never been a flaming asshole before.

"Call you tomorrow?" he asked meekly.

"Don't bother," she said. Then she hung up the phone.

Dejected, his tail between his legs, Allen went back into the dining room where Jennifer was waiting impatiently. She could see the pained expression on Allen's face.

"I hope that call was important," she said in a snarky tone of voice.

"I'm sorry," Allen said, apologizing for the umpteenth time.

"Who was it?" Jennifer asked.

Allen realized the call history on his phone would tell the truth.

"It was Emily, my girlfriend."

Jennifer started laughing. "Girlfriend? You've come all the way to my house to get your butt whipped and fucked and all the while you're cheating on your girlfriend?"

"We're not married," Allen protested.

"Same difference," said Jennifer. "Did you tell her about us?"

"No."

"Why was she calling?"

It was too late not to keep telling the truth.

"We had a dinner date tonight to celebrate our eight month anniversary that I forgot about."

Jennifer put her hand to her forehead in astonishment.

"Wow. You actually deserved an ass whipping for that."

"Yeah," said Allen dejectedly.

"I'll make you feel better," Jennifer offered.

"You will?" Allen asked hopefully. The hurt from his call from Emily was going away with the promise of more sex.

Jennifer went into a cabinet and pulled out a stainless steel device that Allen hadn't seen before. It was in the shape of a small penis and had a lock on it. He had a strong inkling of what it was for.

"For a crime like the one you just committed against Emily I'm afraid I'm going to have to put you in prison first before I do something nice."

She gave it to Lainey, who with Troy, was standing against the wall of the dining room, naked, waiting for Jennifer's instructions. Troy and Lainey were a young couple from California that Jennifer met through a mutual friend, Elaine Harris. They were both submissive, which made for great fun for Jennifer. Jennifer was a switch because she enjoyed both sides of the power exchange and at that moment she was really enjoying being the Domme.

The tall, willowy blonde, and Allen's wet dream, took the chastity cage from Jennifer and knelt in front of Allen.

"This won't hurt," she assured him, slipping the cage over his flaccid cock (not surprising after the downer phone call with Emily) and locking it. Then she started laughing.

"That is... until you get hard."

Jennifer watched with amusement as Allen looked down and saw his cock and balls in the restraint. He'd never worn one before and the weight of it was something he wasn't used to, creating a constant downward pressure on the base of his penis. He wondered what it would feel like to get an erection, a question he'd soon find the answer to. Jennifer could read his mind as his face registered acute dread.

"Troy. Lift Lainey up on the new table," Jennifer ordered.

Allen watched Lainey's muscle bound boyfriend lift her up like she was a wisp of smoke. His cock started to harden as he focused on the sexy blonde and her cover girl face and beach bunny body. Allen had always had a thing for California blondes and the constraints of the cage soon became apparent.

Allen let out a low groan as his burgeoning erection of flesh and blood met immovable stainless steel. He tried to think of anything to lessen his erection and the throbbing pain. His mind fastened on Emily, imagining the expression on her face when he told her that he was going to miss a dinner they'd been planning for weeks, a dinner to celebrate their relationship. His physical pain lessened, replaced by the mental anguish of realizing he was a selfish prick.

Jennifer watched with interest as Allen went from aroused to sedate, wondering what was going through his mind.

"Tell me slut. Tell me what made your erection disappear," she asked him.

Allen was able to lie to Emily, but not to Jennifer.

"I was thinking about Emily, and how I broke my date with her tonight."

Jennifer folded her arms against her chest and made a loud sigh.

"Allen... Allen... what are we going to do with you? It's abundantly clear that you're a shameless slut yet you want to deny that immutable fact. You don't care about Emily. Not really. I'll make you an offer. I'll have Troy drive you to Morristown right now. You can throw your clothes on and be on the road in five minutes."

Allen didn't move a muscle. "What happens if I stay?"

Jennifer chuckled. "I was going to ask you to eat Lainey's pussy. She likes a little foreplay before her boyfriend fucks her silly. Did you want to eat Lainey's pussy Allen? Or do you want to run back to Emily?"

Allen looked longingly at Lainey's dripping wet pussy.

"I think your eyes answered my question Allen. Just tell me that you're a shameless slut and I'll give you permission to lick Lainey's pussy to your heart's content. What is it Allen?" Jennifer demanded.

They both knew the answer.

Allen went over to Lainey, whose legs were draped over the edge of the Stickley library table he'd just sold and delivered to Jennifer. He dropped to his knees. Lainey smiled at him and opened hers, revealing the treasures within, treasures Allen pictured in his masturbation fantasies.

Allen, kneeling at the temple of female body worship, made his admission.

"I'm a shameless slut Miss Jennifer."

Jennifer nodded approvingly. "We all know that Allen. Now go ahead. Take what you want."

Allen's cock was pressing hard against the cage, the copious flow of clear precum giving the metal ribs a glossy sheen as it dripped off the end in a gossamer thin thread. He was the dog running through the electric fence. He was going to absorb the pain to dig his tongue into the ripe red lips of Lainey's hot wet cunt. And so he did, lapping at her in a frenzy, sucking, licking, kissing and tasting her. Tasting the sweetness of female perfection. Tasting the sweetness of submission.

Jennifer egged him on.

"Go ahead Allen. Make her cum. Show us you can do it."

Allen wanted nothing more than to made this gorgeous blonde cum. He redoubled his efforts, smearing his face into her blonde pussy hairs, taking the liberty of rimming her delicious pinkish brown asshole with his thumb while vacuuming her clit into his mouth.

Lainey's thighs started to quiver, then shake.

"Oh God," she huffed. "Oh... oh...ohhhhhh."

Allen's cock was screaming in pain. He didn't care. He was making her cum and it was the best feeling in the world.

Jennifer was pleased by Allen's performance, trading pain for pleasure and choosing wanton sex over boring. She decided he was ready for the next level of reward, the same reward she once received when trained by Mistress Elaine.

"Get Troy ready Lainey," she told her blond eslut.

Lainey assumed the position she was all too familiar with, on her knees with Troy's big, meaty, tasty dick in her mouth. She used her right hand on his shaft to jack him off while licking the bulbous head like a lollipop. She was proud of her boyfriend's big cock and the strokes of her hand gave additional length and girth to it as Troy's submissive side wanted to perform for his Mistress.

His Mistress nodded. "He's ready Lainey. Let him fuck you."

Lainey hopped back up on the library table, her butt on the edge of it and her knees raised. Troy lifted her feet over his shoulders so he could bury his cock all the way inside her.

"Uh... uh... uh... uh.. " they grunted in unison as the Stickley antique rocked back and forth, testing the tightness of the joints.

"Harder Troy!" Jennifer barked.

The dining room was filled with the sounds and smells of fucking. A white ring of froth appeared around the junction of Troy's penis and Lainey's pounded pussy.

"Allen," Jennifer said, pointing to the foamy treat.

Troy pulled his cock out, letting an ooze of juice flow out of Lainey's pussy. Allen pounced on it, sucking it into his mouth and letting it rest on his tongue so he could taste it. He used his tongue to lick off all the froth. It was a delicious pussy cappuccino.

Jennifer motioned Troy to continue and for Allen to step back to watch. Troy positioned the head of his cock at her slit and pushed in, letting out a satisfied sigh. He started slowly at first, building speed. Lainey held out her arms to her lover and Troy took hold of them so they could fuck harder and faster.

"Oh... oh... can't hold it..." Troy said between panting breaths.

Jennifer didn't prolong his agony.

"Cum slut," she said to him.

He thrust his hips forward one last time, holding himself inside her as he ejaculated, spilling his hot seed deep in her pussy. He stayed there, still (for Allen what seemed like an eternity), then backing away, his semi-hard cock flopping out and his cum seeping out of her distended lips.

Allen watched as his gooey treat flowed out of Lainey's pussy, the lips yawning wide open after being thoroughly plundered by Troy's battering ram. He wanted it. He could taste it. He'd never eaten another man's cum and it would be yet another border breached in his training.

"OK," Jennifer said.

Allen hurried to catch a clot of cum that had slipped out of Lainey's slit, scooping it up with his tongue. He planted his lips against hers, sucking his treat out of her pussy and savoring the taste of her sex. He licked cum off her pussy hairs. He cleaned up the cum that coated her asshole. He didn't stop until Jennifer grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back.

"That's enough slut."

Still on his knees, Allen looked up at his new Mistress with Troy's cum smeared on his lips and Lainey's pussy juice adorning his cheeks.

"Good boy Allen," Jennifer said, patting the thinning hair on the top of his head.

Allen's heart swelled with pride. This is what he was destined for. This was his calling.

Emily? Emily was forgotten.

* * *

Allen was waxing the top of Jennifer's dining room table when Jennifer returned with an envelope in hand.

"Allen, we have the matter of the $10,000 cash payment I owe you."

She waved the envelope containing a stack of $100 bills in front of him.

"Or you can have what's behind that door," she said, pointing to the bedroom door down the hallway.

Allen wasn't expecting yet another choice. It was a big decision for him. A $10,000 decision.

"Is there anything you can tell me about what's behind that door?" he asked, hoping for even a morsel of information.

"No," she answered flatly. "You have 30 seconds."

Allen was truly conflicted. He really could have used the $10,000, but on the other hand it was likely what Jennifer was offering was sex related, and that was something Allen didn't want to miss.

Jennifer kept her eye on her watch.

"5... 4... 3..."

"OK, I'll take what's behind the door," Allen blurted out.

Jennifer smirked. "A wise choice Mr. Peabody. Now go see what you've bought."

Allen instantly had buyer's remorse. His dick had made the decision, and now his wallet was $10,000 lighter. Did he just make one of the stupidest decisions in his life? With trepidation he walked down the hall, still naked and caged, about to see what he'd purchased.

He opened the door.

It was the absolute last person in the world he expected to see.

It was Emily.

"Hello Allen," she said. She was holding the black dildo that Jennifer used to fuck his ass in one hand and a longer red one in the other. She waved the red one for Allen's benefit.