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  Jack's erection was clearly visible from here, straining at his trousers.

  Mel moved a hand up, slipped it inside Selena's coat, cupped a breast, and together they danced, spooning and grinding.

  Just as "Sexual Healing" started to play, Mel undid another of Selena's buttons, then another, until there was only one left to go, and then that, too, was undone. Now Jack was getting tantalising glimpses of black lace bra, thong, suspenders and stockings, as Selena's coat hung loose and the two women continued to dance and grind.

  All the time, Jack watched the two of them, his hands rested uncertainly on his thighs. Mel knew he wanted to stroke himself, but still he was reserved, uncertain.

  She turned Selena and kissed those full, red lips, slid her hands inside the coat and eased it from her friend's body. When it fell to the floor, Jack gave an involuntary gasp, and out of the corner of her eye Mel saw now that he had one hand in his lap, rubbing.

  She freed Selena's bra, let her full breasts spill out, dipped her head to tongue one of the nipples.

  "You think a little lap dance?" Mel asked, grinning mischievously at her husband.

  Selena moved to the sofa and Mel watched the movements of her arse and long legs as she walked. Suddenly, she felt disappointed. She wanted more. She wanted her mouth still to be on Selena's breast, her teeth working the hard nipple.

  Selena stood before Jack, grinding her hips, hands running all over her own body, head thrown back.

  Jack had taken his hand from his lap again. Mel hadn't expected him to be so shy. She went to stand by Selena as her friend leaned forward, hands either side of Jack's head on the back of the sofa, breasts swaying so close to his face.

  Closer, a breast brushed against his cheek. Mel watched, suddenly intensely aware of how wet she was.

  She took up the dance again, hands stroking herself, finding zipper, freeing the dress, letting it fall with a wiggle of the hips. She was wearing the same carefully chosen lingerie set that Selena had on.

  She leaned forward, one knee on the sofa, and Selena turned her face, kissed her, a grinding of tongue and lips, and below them Jack groaned, his hand back on his cock.

  "Is this how it goes?" asked Mel, breaking away from Selena's kiss. "On a stag do? There's always a stripper, right? Dancing in your face, making you hard and desperate. Is that it? So then... what next? Where does it go from here?"

  She turned to Selena again and the two stood back, clear of the sofa.

  Still, the music played, but suddenly they were motionless, eyes locked on each other. Then Mel raised a hand, pointed one long finger and put it to Selena's chin. Selena tipped her head back and Mel ran her finger down her friend's neck, drawing a straight line from chin to chest-bone, then down between her breasts, slowly, slowly, to her belly, and down.

  It seemed to take forever, that long rake of the fingernail, but then Mel had her friend's pussy cupped in her hand. She could feel the softness, feel the wetness through the thong.

  She started to rub, and Selena ground her hips against Mel's hand. She dipped her head to Selena's breasts again and took one nipple in her mouth, sucked and bit and licked, suddenly desperate, unable to contain herself any longer.

  Then Selena took Mel's head in her hands, gently eased her away, kissed her on the lips, turned.

  They kneeled either side of Jack on the sofa, hands moving across his shoulders, chest, hips, legs... everywhere but his cock. Mel kissed his hair above his ear, moved to his temple, his jaw, and then Selena was kissing him full on the mouth, then turning to kiss Mel, then kissing him again, tongues and lips of the three of them merging, clashing, tangling, pressing.

  Now Jack started to relax, to realise that there were no rules. His hands moved, one arm curling around Mel's waist, pulling her to him, the other cupping one of Selena's breasts, the thumb flicking at her nipple.

  Mel pulled at his shirt, freeing it from the waist of his trousers, just as Selena started to loosen his belt.

  His trousers open, Selena pulled at them until they were around his knees, then returned to his black boxers, stretched tight by his towering erection.

  She took him in one hand through the fabric and he gasped. His eyes found Mel's, as if uncertain again, and so she kissed him, her tongue deep in his mouth, sensing him getting more urgent in his response, sensing movement out of her sight.

  When she pulled away, Jack's cock was deep in Selena's mouth and she was rocking her head from side to side.

  Mel moved back so that Jack could look down, get the full visual.

  And then she started to kiss his chest, his ribs, working her way down until she was licking at the base of his cock while Selena sucked at the head. She slid a hand up his thigh to his balls, but Selena was already there, so she pushed further round to the sensitive skin behind his balls, rubbing and stroking, her fingertips teasing his arsehole.

  Selena moved her head down, around, until she was working at the base of Jack's dick too, and the two of them were kissing around his shaft. Moving together, they slid along his length, lingering so that their tongues and lips could work at the head of his cock, and then sliding back down again.

  "I... I'm going to..."

  Mel had already spotted the signs, the arching of Jack's back, the thrusting, the groans. She pulled away and took him in one hand and started to wank the full length of him, the tip of his cock sliding against Selena's parted lips. He was so hard and wet from their sucking!

  She wanted to watch him come, wanted to see the look on his face. Her eyes kept flitting between his face and his hard, throbbing cock.

  For a moment, she changed her movement and slid him side to side across Selena's lips, and then she resumed the hard wanking, and just as she did so he arched even more and he cried out and the first jet of come spat into Selena's mouth, almost immediately seeping out again, over her lips.

  Another jet, and Selena worked it around her mouth with her tongue, and still he kept coming, as Mel wanked the length of his cock and his juices started to run back down his shaft. As the last spasm took him, Mel dipped her head and started to lick the come from him, and from Selena, and again they kissed around his cock, their faces shiny with his juices.

  Then they pulled away and it was just the two of them, kissing each other's smeared faces clean, laughing and holding, and starting to press against each other and move and grind, and now Mel didn't care if this was how stag parties went or not, it was a private party, just her and Jack and Selena, and the evening was still young.

  About the author

  Polly J Adams comes from a comfortably middle-class background, brought up in Surrey by a mother heavily involved in charity work and a father who was a high-flier in the financial world before he retired. Bit of a shame for them that she writes about sex, then!

  As well as writing scripts for adult movies, Polly is the author of a collection of erotic stories, You, the paranormal erotic series, The Touch, the Girls' Club stories (including Easy as One, Two, Three) and a number of other erotic tales.

  You can find out more about Polly and her writing on her website, on Facebook and on Twitter as @PollyJAdams.

  C is for Cock Ring – Malia Mallory

  When I first saw it, I didn’t know what it was. Round and silver, she flipped it over in her hand. It was way too big for a finger and too small for a wrist. She held it out and urged me to take it. I grasped it in my hand; it felt smooth and cold to the touch.

  "Put it on." I was confused and wondered if puzzlement showed on my face.

  "Now." The word was said in a deceptive, even tone, but a hint of demand was present. I swallowed and turned the circlet in my fingers as I realized where it must go. She raised an eyebrow waiting, her annoyance started to show. This was only our second meeting, and I still felt some trepidation. It was almost completely obliterated by anticipation and excitement.

  My cock was already hard as I unfastened my pants and pulled them down. My erection sprang free as I lowered my undersh
orts as well. I tentatively placed the ring at the tip, but it wasn’t going on. I was too swollen. Just the anticipation of seeing her again had made me half hard before I’d even gotten to the door.

  "Looks like you’ll have to take care of that stiffy." Her lips curved into a satisfied smile. She’d known. She’d known that I wouldn’t be able to put it on.

  I began to stroke, slowly at first, gaining confidence as my hand slid over the velvety skin stretched tight over my hard cock. My eyes roamed her body taking in the flesh that spilled out of her corset, her shiny lips and commanding eyes. I smelled the exotic scent of her perfume in the air. I could feel her impatience but it didn’t inhibit me. If anything, it made me eager for what was to come next. What would she do? Would I get to touch her this time? I didn’t know where she’d be taking me. The unknown was both disconcerting and stimulating.

  My cock jerked in my hand. Her gaze was locked on me, but rather than feel inhibited I felt proud. Did she like my cock? Would I ever feel her touch on it?

  My hand pumped my cock, up and down, up and down. I’d been aroused with anticipation for so long, I knew it would be quick, and it was. As I came, my eyes lost focus on her magnificent cleavage, and I lost all sense of where I was for a moment. I caught my semen in my hand and was at a loss as to what to do with it. I wanted to ask but knew I should not speak until spoken to. I looked into her face for a clue, but her features were passive. She pointed to a box of tissues on the table and the problem was quickly solved.

  Once the moment had passed, my prick lay limp against my thigh. I took the ring and flipped it over in my hand. I wasn't exactly sure how to proceed.

  "Well? What are you waiting for? Put your testicles through first then the shaft."

  I nodded and pushed my balls through the loop. The metal was cold against my skin. My erection hadn't completely subsided, and it was a little tricky getting the shaft through, but I was soft enough.

  "Excellent, except for one tiny thing. I believe that cock ring would fit ever so much better if you had stiffer shaft."

  Having only just ejaculated, I didn’t think I would be able to bring myself to arousal again so quickly, but I felt my cock twitch at the sound of her voice. I was already conditioned to respond to her commanding sensuality. She'd tapped into deep desires I hadn't even known I had.

  I started to stroke again, and my cock was half hard within a few moments.

  "I’m very disappointed."

  My face flushed with embarrassment.

  "You’re making me think you don’t find me attractive." Her voice held the hint of a question.

  "Oh God no. That’s not true. What I wouldn’t do just to touch you . . .." I trailed off unable to articulate my feelings.

  "You want to touch me?"

  "Oh yes please! More than anything."

  "I don’t think you deserve to touch me. Your obedience leaves a great deal to be desired." She had her hands on her hips, her toe tapping slightly.

  "Oh, I’m sorry truly. I can do better. Please just tell me. Command me. I’ll do it."

  "I believe I told you to put on my cock ring and admittedly you did do that. Yet, you don’t really seem to appreciate it. Such a fine, personal gift. I picked it out especially for you." She drew out her words slowly, carefully.

  "Yes! Yes I do appreciate your thoughtfulness, Mistress." I stroked harder, faster, my cock finally coming to full erection.

  Mistress Ven smiled at last. "Well, perhaps you can show proper appreciation . . . or not." Her face became hard again. I knew the implication. I’d forgotten the words. I was surprised she hadn’t called me on it earlier, but she was probably giving me some slack as this was new for me.

  "Thank you, Mistress. Thank you for the cock ring. Thank you for allowing me to touch myself." I was contrite. I truly was. Had I really forgotten or had I subconsciously just wanted the punishment?

  "That’s better. However, it was a bit tardy, don’t you think?"

  It was now clear why she hadn’t provided any reminder. She’d wanted me to make mistakes. She’d wanted an excuse for correction.

  "Mistress, I’m truly sorry. I forgot myself."

  "Why yes, you did. Whatever shall we do about this?" Her question was clearly rhetorical and she began to pace around the room with a thoughtful expression. "Well? What would serve as a reminder for you?" She paused, pinning me with a penetrating gaze.

  I broke out in a cold sweat. I suspected she had something in mind, but I had no idea what. I was simultaneously afraid and yet compelled to continue.

  "I asked you a question. What . . . would . . . help . . . you . . . remember!" She bit off each word with emphasis. She seemed truly angry now.

  "Mistress, it’s not for me to say. I’m sorry I didn’t show proper respect. I’ll try harder."

  "Yes, I know that you will. Especially with a reminder."

  My ass clenched. What would she use?

  She crossed to a cabinet and opened the door. Hanging on the inside of the door were a variety of whips and canes. I cringed. Was I ready for that? Last time she’d just used a small paddle, and the application had done more than just sting. She turned toward me.

  "What do you think?"

  I was silent. I didn’t know what to think. Was this too far for me?

  She selected two items, a small cane about two feet long and a cat o’ nine tails with knotted cords. She held them out toward me.

  "Well?"

  "Mistress, I’ll accept whatever you say."

  She drew a deep breath, gathering her patience. "Which . . . one?"

  They both looked quite formidable. I’d never been caned. It wasn’t too thick, less than the diameter of my thumb. I’d heard a caning could be pretty brutal, though this one wasn’t wet.

  I swallowed hard. "Mistress . . ."

  "You . . . must . . . choose." Her intonation offered no compromise.

  "Mistress, the cat o’ nine tails."

  She nodded and put the cane back.

  "I think you can do better, no?" Her voice had softened.

  I knew what she wanted. "Please Mistress, use the cat o’ nine tails on my ass." My voice quivered a bit, but despite my fear I found that I craved it. I looked down at my cock. It was rock hard and I could see fluid oozing from the tip.

  She smiled. "That was ever so much better." She walked behind me and I felt her rub the cat o’ nine tails against my ass, caressing each cheek.

  I shivered and my cock pulsed. Expectation and dread flowed through me.

  She pressed the tip of the handle against the cleft of my ass and I flinched.

  She laughed. "Don’t worry. That’s not for today." She circled around to my face, her heels clicked on the floor, and she gazed into my eyes. I couldn’t maintain eye contact and looked down. She placed her finger under my chin and lifted my gaze. "Don’t look so nervous. Isn’t this what you want? What you need?"

  She began to walk around me again. I swallowed and remained silent.

  "Hmmm. I can see you need a great deal of instruction. Just when I think we're making progress you prove me wrong."

  The knotted cords brushed against me as she circled.

  She suddenly stopped with a slight stomp of her shoe. "I'm waiting." Her bright lips pursed and her eyes flashed.

  I tried to stammer out a response. "Uh, please Mistress."

  She raised an eyebrow.

  I struggled to find the words. "Please Mistress. I need to be punished for my transgressions. Please use the cat o' nine tails on me."

  "Better. But where? Here?" She dragged the cords over my cock and I flinched in response.

  "My ass, Mistress. Please flog my ass." There was a quiver in my voice but no hesitation. I'd given myself over. I was going where she was taking me.

  "Grab your ankles."

  I leaned forward and wrapped my hands around my legs. I could feel the skin of my ass stretch tight, and I couldn't help but clench my muscles. Her heels clicked on the floor as she paced back a
nd forth behind me. Occasionally she would brush the cords against my ass and I would quiver in response. The agony of waiting was becoming interminable. Why didn’t she just do it already?

  Suddenly, I could wait no more. "Please Mistress. Please give me what I deserve. Make me sorry I didn't show you the proper respect. Please, I'm begging you."

  As my words ended, I felt the first blow. I was stunned by the intensity. Pain streamed over my skin and I tried to hold back my cry. My skin continued to sting long after the blow. Then there was another. God, it hurt! Had I really asked for this? Yes, I had. And though I loathed it, I required it. My cock felt ready to burst. It was throbbing painfully, constricted at the base by the cock ring.

  She gave me two more strokes and then I felt her hand on my ass, rubbing the flaming skin. Her touch sent me over the edge. The strong waves of my orgasm nearly knocked me off my feet. Never had I come so deeply, so intensely. My whole groin was infused with electric heat as my cock convulsed again and again while streams of come landed on the floor.

  I felt her fingertip at my anus, and I had to lock my knees to keep from collapsing. I gasped for breath as my mind returned to reality.

  "Did you enjoy that, my sweet?"

  I nodded. "Yes Mistress. Thank you. Thank you so much."

  "There is one tiny problem though." Her voice was not angry, but rather thoughtful.

  "Uh, errr. I'm sorry Mistress?" I couldn't follow her.

  "There seems to be a bit of a mess on the floor."

  She was right. There was come on my thighs, but a few small pools were on the floor.

  "I'm so sorry Mistress. I'll clean it up immediately."

  "Mmmm. Do wipe yourself off. As for that," she pointed to the floor," perhaps we can come to an agreement."

  I grabbed some tissue and wiped myself off wondering what she might mean.

  "You did say you wanted to touch me didn't you?"

  "Oh yes, Mistress. More than anything."

  "Well perhaps if you tidy up your mess. I'll let you." She smiled seductively, her eyes indicating a plan that I wasn't quite aware of yet.