Teagan is Dessert Pt. 01

(This is fantasy, mostly written for the enjoyment of my bisexual sub. It's not supposed to be realistic. All the pretend characters doing pretend things are, in fact, entirely pretend! That's not to say my sub isn't dreaming of an experience like this...!)

"Teagan, will you please get a move on! We'll be late, honey! It's almost 7:00," Stefan yelled up the stairs. He knew she always took time to choose the right clothing, do her makeup, and fix her hair, so he had tried to build in enough extra time, but it seemed like no matter how much time he added to the schedule, it always came down to the wire with her. "Don't make me get the whip!" he threatened.

"Coming! Coming!" Teagan said hurriedly as she darted down the steps to the garage, almost tripping while holding a pair of sexy red high heels dangling from one hand, her purse in the other. Because they were leaving, she surmised the whip comment was just an expression, but she could not be entirely sure as her mind went back to the vigorous whipping Stefan gave her three nights before, a whipping she had begged for and which was followed by him fucking her senseless as he bent her over the edge of their bed. She hadn't looked today, but she guessed the welts were still quite visible.

She was wearing a tight black dress that exposed one shoulder, hugged her ample breasts, and clung to her waist and hips, ending in a diagonal hem with fringe hanging down to just above her knee. Stefan could tell she did not have on a bra--he could see her tits bouncing as she came down the stairs, and once she got closer, could see her nipples pushing against the shiny black fabric.

"You look delectable, sweetheart!" said Stefan as he held open the door to the Audi as Teagan slid onto the black leather passenger seat.

"Why thank you, babe," she cooed in reply. "And I like your outfit, too," she responded. Stefan wore a loose, cream-colored raw silk sport coat over a skin tight black athletic top, his dark jeans matching the black of the athletic top. Stefan got in the driver's seat, pushed the garage door opener, and started the car. The shiny black Audi was almost as turbo charged as his libido as he backed out of the garage, closed the door, and sped off. One hand on the wheel, the other rested on Teagan's thigh--her dress having slid up and giving a clear view that ended dangerously close to her crotch.

"So, where are headed for this dinner?" Teagan asked, once she had gotten her heels on and checked her hair and face again in the vanity mirror.

"Drew and Cari invited us, remember?" answered Stefan. "They're having a dinner party with us and a few other couples. We've met Blake before, but not his girlfriend. The other couple, I don't think we know."

Teagan smiled and gave a slight giggle. "Well, if it was just us, Drew, and Cari, I would suspect that some of the eating might not have to do with food," she continued with a sly grin. "But since there are others coming, this might be just a dinner party without any cumming."

"Well, hard to know for sure," replied Stefan, "but knowing the kind of company Cari and Drew keep, I would think all bets are off. And Drew said something about a selected special guest at dinner. I wasn't clear what he meant, but figured we'd find out who it is when we get there."

"As long as he or she isn't a stick in the mud," sighed Teagan, who had started to caress her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress as she began to get horny. "And I need your stick in my mud soon, baby!" she said.

Stefan looked over at Teagan and smiled, watching Teagan as she began to pinch her nipples. "My stick in your mud, eh?" said Stefan. "Well, that could be construed as an invitation to fuck you in the ass, my dear!"

"Well," said Teagan slowly and thoughtfully, pretending to mull the idea over, "let me think about that invitation and get back to you later." Approximately 10 seconds later she said brightly, "Ok! I thought it over, and you can definitely fuck me in the ass! But there are conditions: I don't always cum from anal, so if I don't, you need to satisfy my lust some other way. Deal?"

Now it was Stefan's turn to play coy as he pretended to consider the proposal seriously, as if it were one of his multi-million-dollar business deals. "This feels like a blank check for me to do anything. Like a contractual 'a sex act to be named later' kind of thing..." he trailed off. Then they both smiled at each other, enjoying their verbal game, and Stefan continued, "Well, you drive a hard bargain, but I accept your terms." They both laughed.

"That's not the only thing you'll be driving hard, sweetie!" whispered Teagan.

The two of them fell silent as Stefan for a time until Stefan wheeled the car through the neighborhood where Drew and Cari lived. Teagan recognized it and realized their seductive conversation must likely end there.

Teagan tottered up the front walk in her heels and rang the doorbell as Stefan followed. The door opened, revealing Cari's outline--she was backlit by the warm glow of the kitchen and dining room beyond. The light shone through Cari's blonde hair, framing her head in a golden halo. She wore blue blazer buttoned tightly against her chest atop wide cream-coloured linen pants tied at her waist. She did not appear to have a blouse under the blazer, and the cut of the blazer, coupled with its tightness, put her ample cleavage on prominent display.

"Come in! Come in!" Cari practically shouted as she rushed to hug Teagan. They embraced for a few seconds, then Cari pulled back slightly, looked at Cari almost nose to nose, then cocked her head slightly as she leaned in and kissed Cari on the lips. Their kiss continued as their tongues entwined. Behind them Stefan watched, then, as the kissing went on, finally he said in a loud voice, "Nice to see you, too, Cari!" The girls broke from kissing and laughed.

"Hey, it's been a while since I've smooched Teagan! Give a girl some kissy face time!" shot back Cari. She turned, waved Stefan and Cari inside, and the three of them walked into the living room.

The room was lit with warm light which was accented by multiple candles scattered on shelves and end tables around the room, giving it an inviting atmosphere. Turning back again to face her guests, Cari approached Stefan and without a word cupped his face in her hands and leaned in to kiss him deeply, their tongues exploring each other's mouth. Coming up for air some time later, Stefan remarked, "Well it seems that SOMEbody is revved up tonight! Too bad it's a dinner party and not a sex party. You've been starved and horny, I take it? Is Drew not providing enough cock for you?"

"Oh, he fucks me regularly, but it's nice to feel other bodies. I recall the last time we fucked, Stefan," as Cari licked her lips. "As I recall you railed me from behind as I was bent over the end of your couch eating out Teagan."

Teagan replied, "Exactly, girl! And that was a fabulous evening! I came so hard I thought I would pop an aneurysm."

Stefan, Teagan, and Cari moved into the living room, which was adjacent to the foyer. Candles scattered about the room gave it a warm glow which was helped by the deep, cream-coloured carpet and amber walls. Decorations were sparse and trended to minimalistic steel and chrome. Cari and Drew were both architects whose style was akin to Scandinavian minimalism.

Seating themselves on a long couch, so close to each other their hips and thighs were touching, they began to catch up with their lives and recent loves. They could hear Drew clanking things in the kitchen as he readied what would no doubt be a delicious dinner; he was proud of his cooking, and rightly so.

"Hey Drew!" called Teagan. "What's on the menu tonight? Or should I ask, WHO is on the menu tonight!" she teased.

Drew hollered back, "Well, the first course is sauteed prawns in a white wine and butter sauce, garlic whipped potatoes, broiled asparagus wrapped in bacon, all accompanied by lobster bisque. Does that pass muster for you, Teagan?" he poked back. He then popped his head around the corner from the kitchen and continued, "But funny thing you should ask about who is on the menu, because you never know if there might actually be a little after dinner fun!"

"Oooooh!" squealed Teagan as Stefan and Cari locked eyes for a brief second as they exchanged a knowing look. Teagan had turned her head to focus on her conversation with Drew, thus missing the silent exchange between Stefan and Cari.

The doorbell rang, but before anyone could get up, two more people let themselves into the foyer. Blake, dressed in distressed denim jeans and a black t-shirt, entered with a woman on his arm. She was beautiful and had very obvious feminine curves which her skin tight blue summer dress did nothing to hide.

"Hey guys! Thanks for inviting us!" Blake called and his eyes lit up when he saw Cari, Teagan, and Stefan on the couch. "I don't think you've met my girlfriend. Everybody, this is Susan. Susan, this is everybody!" as we waved his arm at the couch.

Teagan, Cari, and Stefan stood and exchanged hugs and kisses with the new arrivals. Blake had left the door open, and as their greetings were ending, the final couple of the evening pushed into the foyer.

"Aaaah!" squealed Cari, rushing to embrace the new arrivals. "Guys, this is Claire and Paulo. I don't think you've met them before, but they are good friends of mine and Drew's. Good friends. I mean, very good friends," as she cocked her head with a sly smile.

At that moment, Drew came into the living room, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel. "Dinner is plated and on table. You've all arrived just in time! No waiting or the shrimp will cool and stiffen, so let's eat up."

As they made their way to the table, Stefan whispered in Drew's ear, and a brief conversation ensued. At the end of their conversation Drew swept his gaze over the other guests, smiled, and nodded back to Stefan.

Dinner was, as usual, fabulous. Drew had paired a nice Californian sparkling wine with the meal, and by the time plates were largely empty, everyone was feeling contented, moderately full--but not oppressively so--and happy. During a lull in the conversation, Teagan wondered why there was no dessert. That was very unlike Drew when he cooked, she knew. As if he could read her mind, Drew cleared his throat and announced, "As you might have noticed, there is no dessert on the table. There will be a type of dessert, but for that we must repair to the living room."

They arose and moved to the living room. The long couch held Cari, Drew, Teagan and Stefan, while Blake and Geri occupied a love seat. Claire and Paulo each took the last two overstuffed chairs. The candles on the glass coffee table flickered as Drew stood and pulled it from the center of the room and into an adjacent hallway. The center of the room was now open and they were now more or less all facing each other. Drew returned and stood in the center of the room, waving his arms like the announcer at a big top circus.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" he began. "We don't say dessert is given, and we don't say dessert has been made. No! No! That would never do!" he continued, pausing for dramatic effect. "We always say dessert is SERVED, don't we?" he asked.

Murmurs of agreement and a few laughs came from the group. Drew continued, looking straight at Stefan, "Dessert WILL be served this evening, correct, Stefan?"

Stefan rose from the couch and addressed the others, "Yes, I believe dessert will be served," and with that he reached into the pocket of his sport coat, withdrew a thin red leather collar, turned, and fastened it around Teagan's neck.

Teagan's eyes widened in surprise. She was not expecting this--not tonight, anyway. She looked up at Stefan, searching his face, seeming to ask, "Is this right? Is it ok? Is this really happening? Are you sure?"

Stefan smiled at Teagan, nodded his head, cupped her chin in his hand, and leaned down to kiss her on the lips. Then he whispered in her ear, "You can decline, but remember that you did want this..." his whisper trailing off. Several times recently Teagan had shared with Stefan her fantasy of being used sexually at a party, of being the entertainment, used by whomever pleased and however they wished. She'd wanted it, knowing Stefan would be there to keep anything truly harmful from happening to her, but now that she was face-to-face with it....

After a moment's reflection, Teagan stood, turned to face Stefan, then knelt on the carpet before him. "Yes Sir," she said softly, her gaze downcast.

"Good girl," replied Stefan, gently stroking her head and cheek. Then, in a more commanding voice, he ordered, "Stand and remove your clothing. Keep your heels on." Teagan stood, took a step back, still balancing on her high heels, and in a single motion pulled her dress over her head then dropped it on the floor at her master's feet. The dress was immediately followed by her bra and panties. Teagan then stood and turned in a slow circle in the middle of the room, naked but for her red collar and red high heels.

"Damn!" exclaimed both Paulo and Gina simultaneously. All eyes in the room ravenously took in Teagan's naked form, her nipples, already stiff, her shaved pussy, and at least a half-dozen welts across her ass cheeks.

"Was somebody naughty recently?" asked Drew with a grin. Teagan blushed but said nothing.

Stefan addressed the gathered room, "She is a delectable dessert, which I invite you to enjoy. Of course, just as we would behave in a fine restaurant, we will behave respectfully here, my friends."

The room was silent for a moment. It seemed that no one wanted to be the first to make a move. The guests eyed each other, then Teagan, then each other again. Finally, Claire cleared her throat then spoke. "Teagan, you are incredibly sexy. And this is a bit of a surprise, but I would love to have your face between my legs now, if you please."

Without saying a word, Teagan approached Claire and bent over to kiss her deeply on the lips. As their kiss became increasingly hungry, Teagan's hands began to massage Claire's breasts, then ran down her torso to begin rubbing between Claire's legs. Their kiss finally broken, Teagan sank to her knees before Claire and slowly pulled up Claire's tight blue dress. Claire raised her hips to allow the dress to slide completely up to just below her breasts, then scooted her hips forward to the edge of the chair to allow best access to her pussy.

Teagan gently parted Claire's legs and began to nuzzle her inner thighs, kissing her way slowly up to a very recently shaven pussy. Teagan's tongue began to tease Claire's pussy lips with little nibbles, then she slowly dragged her tongue from bottom to top, sending a shudder through Claire that all could see.

Teagan began to suck the clit gently, and soon Claire was writhing in ecstasy, her hands on the back of Teagan's jet black hair. Claire pulled Teagan's head firmly into her pussy as she let out a long moan of pleasure and came, almost convulsing with rhythmic contractions, Teagan's head now clamped between Claire's thighs. Her waves of orgasm now subsided, Claire then pulled Teagan up and the two women embraced and again kissed deeply as they shared in the taste of Claire's pussy juices and cum.

While Teagan had been eating out Claire, Drew and Susan had both decided that clothing was now definitely optional, and their option was to go without. Standing naked and gazing at each other, their intentions were obvious. Susan glanced at Blake to make sure he was fine with what seemed to be the next steps. Blake grinned, nodded his head, and motioned towards Drew. Susan stepped in front of Drew, motioned to his stiffening cock, and asked, "May I?" A brief nod was all it took for her to sink to her knees and begin sucking him. Susan quickly proved herself an expert cocksucker. A small gasp escaped from Drew as Susan sank her mouth entirely around Drew's shaft, burying her nose against his pubis and immediately deep throating his cock.

Susan alternated between deep throating, then firm pressure with her lips on the first inch of Drew's cock, tonguing the tip, and using her hand to stroke him. Drool began to drip down Susan's chin onto her beautiful breasts while moans of pleasure came from both of them. Drew's fingers twined into Susan's blonde hair as he began to thrust more firmly into her eager mouth and throat. With a final grunt Drew emptied his balls into Susan's waiting mouth as she grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him as far into her as she could.

Susan sucked, waited for more cum, sucked more, and when her mouth was full she stood up without swallowing. Walking towards where Blake sat, she reached out and bent down to kiss him. With a deep kiss she shared a cum-filled intimate moment with Blake. They then both swallowed, grinned at each other, and turned to face the group, who had all watched the performances with growing arousal. Susan sat again on the carpet, a hungry and aroused look on her face. Meanwhile, Claire and Blake, both spent from receiving oral sex, sat side by side on the floor and began to slowly kiss and fondle each other.

Standing up and moving to the center of the circle, Stefan declared, "Teagan is here to serve. Feel free to make her serve you. I will enjoy watching and no doubt will join at some point." Susan, already entirely nude and deeply arouse from having sucked off Blake, needed no further prodding to act. Susan stood up and strode to where Teagan sat.

"Stand!" commanded Susan. Teagan looked slightly surprised, blinked several times, then rose to her feet. "How do you respond?" demanded Susan. The group watched with great interest as Susan's demeanor changed into that of a Domme--a change no one but Blake had hexpected.

"I... I... yes, Ma'am," stammered Teagan, eyes downcast.

"Wrong!" said Susan forcefully. Drawing close to Teagan, so their noses were almost touching, Susan 's voice fell to a near whisper. "You will address me as 'Mistress' when you are serving me. Do you understand?" she hissed.

"Yes, Mistress," replied Teagan quietly.

"When I sucked off Drew, some of his cum and my spit ran down my chin. Lick it ALL off," she commanded. Teagan approached Susan and tentatively began to lick Susan's chin, lower lip, and cheeks, then down Susan's neck to her chest, where a few rivulets of mixed cum and saliva were visible. When Teagan had cleaned Susan, she stood and faced Susan, waiting for approval, praise, or perhaps a next assignment.

"On your hands and knees in the center of the room!" barked Susan. Teagan slowly sank to the carpet. Bending down, Susan grabbed a handful of Teagan's hair and gently pulled Teagan's head back. Looking into Teagan's eyes, Susan spoke in a flat, business-like tone. "Twice now I have given you a command and you have failed to respond with 'Yes, Mistress.' Do you think manners are important for a servant, Teagan?"

"Yes, Mistress," responded Teagan.

"Apparently not, actually, at least not without instruction. So, I think you need further instruction. Do you agree?" queried Susan.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Face on the floor!" barked Susan. Teagan complied, putting her forehead on the carpet, her ass in the air. "Knees apart!" Teagan complied. Now exposed, ass in the air, her dripping pussy easily visible to the room, her collar and heels crimson indicators of her status, Teagan awaited whatever was to come. She expected some form of punishment and so she was surprised when she felt Susan's fingers probing at the entrance of her pussy.

Gently, rhythmically, Susan inserted then withdrew her index and middle fingers while using her thumb to gently rub Teagan's clit. Teagan could not help herself and started to push back onto the probing fingers, relishing the stimulation. Teagan could feel the tension building in her pussy, a tension which could eventually end in a powerful orgasm if this continued. However, after a minute Susan stopped masturbating Teagan, withdrawing her fingers and leaving Teagan's pussy aching for pleasure. Moving to Teagan's side, Susan slipped her hand under Teagan's face then forced her two fingers into Teagan's mouth.

"Suck!" Susan commanded. Teagan opened her lips and started to suck and lick, cleaning her own pussy juices from the fingers which had so recently been inside her, bringing such pleasure. Concentrating on her job cleaning with her mouth, Teagan was unprepared when a sudden, sharp pain fell across her ass; Susan used her other hand to reach back and administer a very hard blow. A handprint was almost immediately visible on Teagan's ass--first the white outline of a woman's hand, a few seconds later turning bright pink, then finally settling in as a crimson mark of pain. Surprised, Teagan stopped sucking and licking the fingers in her mouth.

"Who told you to stop sucking and cleaning?!" demanded Susan. Another blow fell as Teagan resumed her oral task. Susan pushed her fingers further and further into Teagan's mouth, almost to the point of gagging Teagan--though Teagan's ability to deep throat a cock served to keep that gagging feeling at bay. Meanwhile, blow after blow came as Susan's stern spanking continued.

After a dozen hard spankings had been administered, Teagan's entire ass was a mural of overlapping red hand marks. Susan stopped spanking, withdrew her fingers from deep inside Teagan's mouth, and sat back on her haunches to survey her handiwork. Satisfied with the results, she stood, her feet near Teagan's head. Teagan's forehead remained on the floor.

"Did you learn your lesson? Or shall we continue?" Susan asked in a velvet tone.

Without hesitation, Teagan responded, "Yes, Mistress, I have learnt, my lesson."

"Good," responded Susan. "Now, what do you say after you have been punished?"

Teagan knew there was only one acceptable response. "Thank you for correcting me, Mistress," she said. Susan smiled.

Moving her right foot closer to Teagan's face, Susan commanded, "Kiss until I tell you to stop."

"Yes, Mistress," responded Teagan as she began to kiss Susan's foot all over, kissing each toe separately, showering kisses on every part she could reach without otherwise shifting from where she was anchored on the carpet.

After a minute of this Susan commanded, "Enough!" turned, and walked over to the couch where she plopped down next to Blake. Turning to Blake she said, "I loved sucking you off! We should do that again some time!" Blake grinned and offered no protest.

Teagan remained as Susan had left her--face down, ass up, knees apart, aroused and obedient. Paolo took this as his opportunity. As he arose and began to unbuckle his pants, he said, "It's certainly not fair that Claire gets all the fun, though I do appreciate the ladies getting things warmed up already!"

Kneeling behind Teagan's inviting form, his pants pulled down to his knees, Paolo's very girthy cock had clearly sprung to attention. He reached down and rubbed the head of his cock against Teagan's pussy opening. "Do you like that, Teagan?" he asked.

"Yes Sir," came a throaty reply.

"What do you want, servant girl?" he asked.

"Please fuck me, Sir," she replied immediately, then added, "Please fuck me as hard and as long as you wish, Sir." The words were no sooner out of her lips than Paolo forcefully thrust his cock deep into Teagan's pussy. Paolo's cock was not particularly longer than normal, but somehow he had been gifted with a phone pole of cock width. Teagan felt her pussy walls stretched to their limit, felt him invade every corner of her pussy, filling her up in a way she had never been filled before. Her breath caught in her throat.

Slowly, Paolo withdrew until only the head of his cock was inside her. Then he rammed into her again, pushing her forehead a few inches further down the carpet and threatening to crumple her to the floor. He gripped her hips and pulled back, making sure she was impaled on his cock. With thrust after thrust Paolo ravaged Teagan's pussy, which had yielded to the onslaught and had stretched to the point that Paolo's balls smacked against her with every thrust. Suddenly, Paolo stopped deep inside Teagan, pulling her hips and pressing into her. "You know, I'm going to cum in a minute, but she has another hole available, guys. Does one of you want a spitroast?" he asked with an arched eyebrow.

Susan slid off the couch, spread her legs, and scooted over towards Teagan's head. "No reason a spitroast has to always be two guys," she laughed. "Besides, I punished her and aroused her, but didn't get to cum yet myself. You need to serve me, don't you, honey?" she asked, tapping the back of Teagan's head gently as she spoke.

"Yes, Mistress," came a hungry reply. With that, Susan lay back and pulled Teagan's hungry mouth forward. No further commands were necessary as Teagan began eagerly eating Susan's pussy, sucking on her clit, licking her juices, nibbling on Susan's delicate pussy lips. Meanwhile, Paolo had resumed his thrusting, causing Teagan's tonguing of Susan's pussy to become even more rhythmic, causing Susan to feel the beginnings of a climax building.

Paolo, though, was a bit ahead of Susan. Within a minute of resume his assault on Teagan's pussy, he began pulling her even more forcefully onto his cock as he thrust more vigorously forward. His breathing became slightly ragged, then he suddenly pulled on her hips with all his might as he thrust impossibly deep into her. "Oh God... oh God!" he whispered as his cum filled Teagan. So tight was her pussy, filled with his thick cock, and so large was the load he was depositing, that cum oozed out, dripping down the insides of each of her thighs. He did not withdraw.

"Keep sucking!" commanded Susan, as Teagan had momentarily lost focus as Paolo came inside her. Within another few minutes Susan, too, began to breathe differently. Grabbing a fistful of hair on each side of Teagan's head, she pulled Teagan's mouth tightly against her clit, and with a squeal Susan arched her back and began to cum. For the second time that evening Teagan found herself with her head clamped between a woman's thighs, pussy juices flowing on her face and down her chin, giving herself to the pleasure of another woman's orgasm. Teagan felt like a true slut servant, and she was in heaven.

*To be continued*