A Belting in Connecticut_(1)

It was a dark and stormy night…

“You’re shitting us,” Trent hollered above the din of Krazy Vin’s, a local strip club. “Not Allison, she would never… I don’t fucking believe you!”

David clamped me on the shoulder, spilling my drink.

“Yeah man, I’m with Trent on this one. You’re full of shit. Good story though, man!”

The story I had told them was how, on occasion, my super hot girlfriend likes me to dominate her, in some very physical ways. Ways that, to the uninitiated, might make someone want to call the police. That’s where our loft comes in handy. Built on the remains of an old aircraft engine factory, my loft was rock solid and let no sound escape.

“Hey there boys.” A young lady came up to us. “Any of you fellas want a dance?”

She had a nice smile, and a body that was made for teaching third graders. I flipped her a tenner and thanked her anyway.

“I’m totally honest, why would I shit you guys?”

“Because you’re a born liar?” chided David. “Just cuz you’re older than us doesn’t mean we’re stupid.”

“Allison… is as pure as the driven snow,” Trent pontificated, holding his glass out as if he was making some very important statement. “Furthermore, she is my boss and very sweet and she’s not the whore you say she is. Pics or it didn’t happen!”

We clinked our glasses in a mock toast to Allison’s supposed near-virginal status. I got my phone out and began scrolling through the photo folders.

“It just so happens… fellas… here’s one…”

The two guys stared in shock at the picture on my phone. There, in full color, stood Allison; naked, bent over at the waist, her wrists handcuffed behind her back, and yet her hands were pulling apart her ass cheeks. Her bare pussy lips and asshole completely on display, Allison’s head was turned towards the camera, giving a shy smile to us. Her large breast hung down, and her raw sexuality just leaped at you from the screen..

I started to put my phone away but David grabbed my hand. Trent just said, “Dude, give us a minute, alright?”

I chuckled and let them ogle for a while longer. Finally, I put the phone away.

“Gonna need another round,” stated Trent.

“Just you guys,” I intoned. “I’m driving.”

We still had a two hour drive up to the cabin in Kent where we were going for the weekend of fishing and drinking. But a plan was forming in my head. Allison had shared some dark fantasies with me. Sometimes we would talk about them as we made love and she would cum so hard. Many of her fantasies involved some public exposure and humiliation; getting seen fucking, that kind of thing. Like, she wanted to be an exhibitionist, but like it wasn’t her fault.

And she wanted to have several sex partners at once.

I pondered as the guys drank their drinks, were these fantasies of Allison’s actually wishes, or just thoughts? It was her main fantasy; perhaps I should sack up and give it to her. I decided to put her to the test. Fuck it, she can always say no! We had very good communication that way; ‘Red’ meant full stop, and ‘Yellow’ meant that we needed to pause for a moment and talk.

“Say, uh, guys. Maybe we could skip the cabin and go back to my place. Your girls, Stacy and Meredith, are there.”

“What the hell man!” Trent demanded. “I thought the plan was to get away from the women this weekend?”

“You saw that picture of Allison, you want to see that in person?”

“Coop, don’t bullshit us.” Dave, ever the skeptic.

The two guys exchanged looks, then looked at me, questioning.

“Allison has always dreamed of… something sexy. Follow my lead, and you can make it come true.”

They badgered me all the way back to my house, but I wouldn’t tell them any more of my plan.

– – –

We stormed into my loft, wine bottles in hand. Stacy and Allison looked at us in full shock and awe mode.

“Hey?” asked Trent. “Where’s Meredith?”

“Didn’t she text you? She couldn’t come,” answered Allison, rising up off the couch. “Her dad fell and she’s with her parents right now. What are you guys doing here?”

I just kissed her for a little while, then for a little while longer. We noticed that it got kind of quiet, we were making the others uncomfortable with this public display of affection.

Well, here it goes, I thought. All or nothing.

“Allison,” I said in a low voice. “Are you ready?” It was more of a statement than a question. This had become our little role-play phrase, when we were going to do a scene, I would say that.

Her conditioning kicked right in, mostly. “Yes, Sir.” She paused a few moments. “But… Here? Now?”

I broke apart from her and walked to the center of our living area.

I slowly nodded to her. “Come here, now.”

Allison straightened up her jeans skirt. Nervously, she walked towards me and we met in the middle of the big main area. Our three guests watched in silence.

As always, her beauty took my breath away. I put my arms around Allison and drew her to me. Her warm body melted into mine and we kissed gently, lovingly, for a long time this time. Holding her tightly, the kiss turned more and more passionate and her hesitancy disappeared. We devoured each other’s mouths, our lips communicating our feelings about each other.

I loved her with all my heart. And she loved me like no ever had before. Truth be told, I was going to ask her to marry me in a couple months and I was never going to get married.

Eventually, I pulled away, and we gazed into each other’s eyes.

“Remember Allie, green, yellow, red. Say it.”

“I know, honey. Green, yellow, red. God, Are we going to do what I think we are?”

“Yes, love. But it’s up to you. Anytime, you just say yellow or red, okay? Don’t even think about it.”

Allison nodded and smiled. “Okay, okay,” She took in a deep breath, then blew it out.

“We’re green.”

I stepped away from Allison, leaving her in the center of the room, looking confused.

“Allison, my love. If you would be so kind, take off your skirt.”

Her jaw dropped. But her shocked look lasted just a few moments, then her hands slowly went to the rear of her skirt where the zipper was. She slowly lowered the zipper, then did that sexy little shimmy that women do and pushed her skirt down. It fell to the floor.

Now all Alison had on were her high heels, a thin long sleeve white sweater, and an iridescent blue thong.

“Jesus Christ” muttered Trent, seeming a little uncomfortable. David gulped his wine while Stacy just openly stared at my gorgeous Allison.

“Darling,” I said in my low but controlling voice. “That thong is beautiful, but we need you to take it off.”

She took a deep breath, girding her loins, I suppose. Then she exhaled and hooked her fingers under the string. She pulled it down as she bent over, and then stood up holding the stretched thong in her hands. Her embarrassment evident on her red cheeks, she nevertheless stood proudly with her head held high and her pussy bare. That’s my girl, I thought. Even in a tough situation, she still managed to look awesome.

“Good girl, Allie, you’re doing great. Now come to me.”

Our three visitors all stared intently at Allison as she walked the ten steps over to me; rather lasciviously I might add.