For my first Wicked Wednesday entry, I'm using this week's prompt of "promiscuous."
Promiscuity has always intrigued me. Is it simply a construct of man designed to view sexual appetites as somehow wrong or base? Is it a natural outgrowth of the monogamy that has become the norm in our culture?
I'm not a naturally promiscuous woman. I don't necessarily view promiscuity as good or bad. It's hard for me have multiple partners because my own sense of loyalty usually favors one over another. Once I favor someone, it feels wrong to me to play with another.
That being said, I do believe there are ways to be promiscuous without inflicting harm to my sense of right and wrong. I can imagine fucking and being fucked by multiple partners while the D to my s looks on, and possibly even participates. That fantasy was the basis for The Visitor which I wrote in three parts many months ago, and I am re-working a bit. For this week's Wicked Wednesday, here's an excerpt:
She takes her usual position at His feet, her head on His knee. This gives Sir's visitor a new view of her. She feels His hand on her head, softly stroking her hair.
The visitor's eyes widened as she had crawled but grow bigger when he sees her fully for the first time.
"She's hot, man! Damn! And she just fucking crawls to you? Damn..." He had found it hard to believe when it had been explained to him earlier in the week. Seeing it for himself seems surreal.
She peeks up at him from lowered eyes. He's not unattractive but nothing like her Sir. Of course, she knows it doesn't matter. This is only for her on a small level. Tonight, her Sir wants to watch while she's used by someone who is a stranger to her. The man could have been hideous. Grateful that he isn't, she tries to relax under his scrutiny.
As if sensing her relaxation, Sir abruptly stands and twines His fingers through her silky hair. As He roughly pulls her, she has no choice but to crawl after Him. He puts on a show for the visitor, walking her around the room, allowing the visitor to see that He controls her. He makes sure the visitor knows who is in charge of her - only He will command her, only He can.
"Are you ready for my slut to service you?" He asks.
"Oh hell yeah, man. Fuck yeah. Hold on, let me just get ready," the visitor replies. He begins to pull at the button of his jeans. She hears his zipper going down.
Sir leads her to the visitor. She sees his cock spring from his pants. She stumbles a little behind Sir as a 9 inch cock comes into view. As they come closer, His fingers grip her hair more fiercely. The pain in her scalp combined with the anticipation of what she's about to do fill her with desire. She knows her pussy is wet.
He stops next the visitor and pulls her hair back so that her face is tilted up slightly.
"Open that pussy up, whore," He growls.
Obediently, she opens her mouth. He forces her head up and over the visitor's massive cock, pushing her head down as far as she can go, choking her on his shaft, causing her to gag.
"You know what to do, slut. Make sure my guest is properly serviced," He orders.
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This was possibly the hardest piece I've ever written. Based on shared fantasies from another time, I allowed myself to feel the love, the desire, and the pain as I finished it. I came back to it multiple times, and I have edited it quite a bit. It may one day make an appearance in another format. We shall see...