I'm Just a Gigolo, Ch 26

After the wedding, Dan and Charli go on their honeymoon in Hawaii. Charli wants to try being Dan's submissive again since she's far from home and won't know anyone. During their first full day and a quasi public spanking outside of their room, they meet the neighbors on either side and Dan starts teaching all of them to be better lovers, using Charli as a model. This chapter contains oral sex, public sex, public orgasms, public nudity, spanking and mild BDSM. This is a copyrighted work and not to be edited, changed, copied, altered or published in written or any other format, such as audio of visual without the author's written permission. ©️Copyright 2026

I'm Just a Gigolo, Ch 26

The Honeymoon Part One

"Have I told you recently how much I love you?" I said as we rode the limousine to The Plaza.

"It's been a few minutes at least," Charli chuckled.

"Too long, probably," I laughed. "I don't think I can say it enough."

"Would you indulge me tonight the way you would have on our first date?"

"You do realize that I did whatever the customer wanted, don't you? I didn't direct things," I teased.

"I didn't know I was a customer. I would have depended upon you to steer things."

"So you want the boyfriend experience, directed by the boyfriend, giving you your money's worth?"

"Or my Mom's since she was the one who paid," Charli laughed, her eyes sparkling.

"How much does that still bother you?" I asked, curious.

"Some. A lot less than it used to. Can I share something to you?"

"You can tell me anything you want," I assured her.

"Seeing my Mom in a collar and on a leash was incredibly arousing to me."

"In what way?" I asked, intrigued by her revelation.

"There were a few reasons, honestly. First, it was my mother on a collar and a leash, since I still some residual resentment. I know that she's serving James as his sex slave, and she had to lick that Oriental woman's pussy while James was fucking her and lick his cum out of her pussy. Did you ever fuck the escort James is having sex with tonight?"

"No, I never had sex with Chantel. It's not a viable option for Elite Escort staff to have sex with each other. Neither one of us gets paid, and our bosses don't get their cut. I heard she's good though."

"She is gorgeous. The second reason it excited me is that it made me horny and think about trying out being your submissive again. Not in New York, where I know people, but perhaps on our honeymoon where we won't know anyone? Do you have what you need to make me your slut?"

"I didn't pack anything, but I can pick up what I need in Hawaii. Are you sure?"

"I'm sure about trying it. Not sure how much I'll like it, but I figure if I don't like it, I can use my safe word."

"You can expect to be nude in front of others," I warned her.

"But I won't know them, so it's okay."

"We'll give it a shot then." Damn, my dick got hard. It's a good thing my coat covered my trousers.

The limo driver dropped us and our luggage at the Plaza, and the bellhop helped us get everything inside, where I checked in. I'd been to the Plaza several times on dates, and had more than a passing acquaintance with the desk clerk.

"Mr. Bancroft, how are you this evening?"

"Fine, John. Thanks for asking."

"I understand it's your honeymoon, sir?"

"The first night, anyway. The rest of our honeymoon will be in Hawaii."

"Excellent, Mr. Bancroft. May I say that your wife is a very lovely lady?"

"You may, because you're only telling the truth. We'll be leaving her wedding dress and my tuxedo here. My mother, Mel Carrington, will be picking them up tomorrow. We won't need them in Hawaii."

"Very good, sir. I'll make a note. We'll have both in a garment bag when she arrives."

"Thank you, John. The service here is, as always, impeccable. We'll need a ride to JFK tomorrow morning at 9:30."

"Of course. We do strive to keep our customers happy."

"My first date with Mrs. Bancroft was supposed to be at the Plaza."

"What happened?"

"Being the first date was the primary problem. I realized having a hotel room on a first date didn't necessarily imply the best moral character for my date, so I left her here alone, and she spent the night without me. Now that we're married, I will do what I wanted to do on our first date - take advantage of your very comfortable mattresses, and show her a good time."

Charli blushed, and John chuckled.

"I hope you enjoy your stay at The Plaza, Mrs. Bancroft."

"I intend to, John," Charli said, still flushed. "I want to see what I missed out on the first time."

"Please take their bags to Room 810, Larry."

"Yes, sir, Mr. Fairlawn."

"Have a good evening, John," I said.

"You too, Mr. and Mrs. Bancroft."

On the elevator, Charli asked, "So, you're on a first name basis with the clerk. How often were you here?"

"Probably an average of once or twice a month."

"Expensive dates."

"If they could afford me, they had money to burn."

"I expect you to show me why you were so expensive."

"I'll do my best, Mrs. Bancroft."

I patted her ass. Larry hid a smile. After Larry opened the door to our room, I lifted Charli up to carry her across the threshold, giving her another kiss before setting her down.

In the room, Larry helped put the luggage away, then I tipped him so he'd leave. If Charli hadn't been pregnant, I'd have had him opening up a bottle of champagne, but alas. I helped her out of her wedding dress and hung it up. Charli had started taking a stocking off, but I told her to stop, that was my job, so she waited in the chair for me to take my tux and underthings off, then I approached her. I was halfway stiff, losing a little of my erection while checking in. Her eyes were on my cock as I approached her.

She was wearing a sheer white bra and panties, both with floral designs teasing the eye, white stockings with a lacy garter belt. The panty had a small damp spot on the gusset. I bent down and kissed her.

"Are you a teeny bit excited, Mrs. Bancroft?" I asked, breaking the kiss.

"More than a teeny bit, Mr. Bancroft."

I knelt before her chair, unfastened the remaining clip on the right stocking she'd started on, and rolled it down her leg, kissing her leg further down with each inch of flesh exposed, right to her foot, where I kissed the instep. Kissing my way back up, I unclipped the second stocking and did the same thing to her left leg. By the time my lips had reached the top of her leg, the spot was slightly larger, and the musky scent of her arousal tickled my nose.

I stood up and went behind her and released her bra while kissing her neck and ears, my hands immediately cupping her breasts as they were exposed, her nipples already taut, puckered, and hard. I got my first moan out of her.

"You can stop that in about three hours, lover," Charli said, getting goosebumps as I nuzzled her neck.

I laughed and stopped now. "You're not quite naked, dear."

Moving in front of her, I knelt again and slowly drew her seriously damp panties off, Charli lifting her rump up to facilitate the same. I pulled her ass to the front of the chair and began dining on the rich, musky taste of her.

"Fuck, Dan," Charli moaned. "You're incredibly gifted at that. I'd think a man with a cock like yours wouldn't know what to do with his tongue, but you're far superior to anyone I've ever had before."

"Hence why I cost so damn much," I laughed. "This is the reason I spent a couple of nights a month here at The Plaza."

I continued my work until Charli orgasmed, leaving my face slick with her juices, before picking her up and carrying her to the bed.

"As I make love to my wife for the first time, try to imagine that each orgasm you have has to be with my permission, and if you don't have it, it's going to cost five swats to your delectable ass. That's the rule if you're my submissive. I own your orgasms, and each one without permission, your ass pays for. You might want to try to avoid cumming, considering I like to spank my subs, and you're giving me every reason to turn your ass bright red."

I sank into the wetness, and she climaxed before I hit bottom. "Five," I said, smiling.

Alternating between fucking and licking to delay my inevitable orgasm, Charli was up to sixty swats before I emptied myself in her pussy.

"Sixty swats," I said, "that's what you earned, and you could double it for not asking for permission for each one."

Charli was panting, a very satisfied and quite limp mess of sated woman flesh.

"Holy fuck, Dan!"

I looked at my watch. "Ninety minutes, twelve orgasms. You just paid roughly forty bucks an orgasm for my services. If I spent the night, three thousand, but we wouldn't be done yet. I'd expect to fuck you twice more before bed and once in the morning, although those wouldn't be as lengthy, or neither of us would get much sleep. Now turn over."

"Are you going to spank me now?"

I laughed. "Eager, are you? You're not my submissive yet, so no."

She turned onto her back and I gave her a damn good massage for the next forty-five minutes. She didn't orgasm once, but she was even limper, softly whimpering as I eased the tension of the last two days preparing for the wedding. She was barely awake when I finished, but I tucked myself behind her and let her sleep. I was content. I was finally married to the woman of my dreams.

******

I gave her another thirty minutes of prime sex in the morning, then licked her clean before we showered and ordered breakfast through room service.

"If you were my sub, I'd expect you to be naked when the server delivers our food, and perhaps sucking my cock in front of them,"

"Are you trying to make me give up the idea of being your submissive?"

"Not at all. Just warning you about the possibilities. If it doesn't get us arrested, it's a possibility. So I'd never make you walk down Broadway naked, but you could be wearing something that would make you feel nude."

"Would you put me on a leash like Mother was?"

"Absolutely."

Charli shivered, imagining me walking her on a leash.

We had a big, leisurely breakfast, packed up what little we'd unpacked, mostly toiletries, and called for the bellhop. He brought garment bags for my tux and her bridal dress, collected our luggage for the honeymoon, and brought everything down to the airport service minivan. The drive to JFK is not horribly long, but not particularly short either. I'd paid extra for business class and seat assignments, so we checked our bags outside the terminal and headed to security. I'd travelled enough over the years that I had TSA pre-check, but Charli hadn't, so I went with her through the line.

We were flying Delta. Our total flight time was going to be thirteen hours and twenty-six minutes, with an hour and forty-four-minute stop at LAX. Because we were flying west and losing hours with every time zone change, we could leave New York at noon and arrive at Kailua-Kona airport on the Big Island at 7:26 p. m., or 1:26 a. m. New York time. Enough time we could watch multiple in-flight movies, or read a couple of books.

We'd be beat when we arrived, but nothing a good night's sleep wouldn't fix. I figured the honeymoon for ten days, as it was a long trip to be making for anything less. We still might be a little groggy the next day, so pretty much a rest day, lazing around the beach or one of the pools.

Charli had taken two weeks off from work, as the return trip would be just as exhausting, and she didn't know it yet, but she'd be going into a new house, although the unpacking would already be done for us. Leaving Mel in charge of the move was wonderful, as everything would be set up when we arrived back.

I'd booked the Four Seasons Resort in Hualalai for our honeymoon. It was expensive as hell, but I had the money and wanted Charli to have the best. We had an oceanfront room, and the resort had tennis, which I played, and a magnificent golf course, which I didn't play. It had five adult pools, including one which was a salt water aquarium so you could snorkel with fish, and several restaurants from sushi bars to Italian food, plus in-room and beachfront dining. Our room had its own little serenity pool, and I'd reserved a larger, Nest pool, for some privacy and clothes-free swimming.

I had some adventures planned while we were there; horseback riding, a helicopter ride, stargazing from the top of Mount Kea, a couples massage, a day trip to Volcano National Park, and night snorkeling with manta rays. She'd left the honeymoon details up to me, and other than telling her where we were going, most of it would be a surprise.

We both had iPads set up for our reading and any movie watching we wanted to do, which I was carrying in my backpack, along with some other goodies, even more important now that she said she wanted to explore submission with me on the honeymoon. I made sure we were in the secure area of LAX before I gave her a Lush3 and told her to go to the ladies room and put it in her pussy.

"What is this?"

"It's a toy I use with my subs to give them pleasure when I can't otherwise fondle or fuck them. You'll be wearing it on the plane to Hawaii, and I will turn it on at different times to make you cum. I don't expect you to start asking permission yet, but you have to squeeze my leg when you do orgasm."

"You're going to make me cum on the plane?"

"What do you think? What better way to enjoy an otherwise long and boring trip? After it's inside of your pussy. You need to press the end of the tail for three seconds. That turns it on, after which I can use the controller to control it."

She smiled and went to the ladies' room to put it on. When she got back, I used the little remote to turn it on to ensure she'd pressed the tail long enough. She gave a little jump and made a small 'Meep' when I turned it on, so I knew it worked. Now, I'd wait until we were on the plane to play.

Being in Business Class meant we boarded the plane earlier, had more hip and leg room, and a bit more privacy for playing. I waited until we were seated, but other passengers were boarding before turning her Lush on, since it was otherwise dead time.

"Remember to squeeze my leg when you cum," I whispered, "and every orgasm without my permission would cost you five swats."

"Yes, Master," Charli whispered back, getting into the spirit of things. Within ten minutes, her body began to tense, and she was very softly moaning as her orgasm approached. Charli's hand clutched my leg, and she started shivering, with a soft 'Mmm'.

Her orgasm stopped, and I turned it off, and she released my leg and looked at me with stars in her eyes. "Lovely," she murmured. She leaned against my shoulder and took my hand.

It was ten more minutes before everyone was boarded, and we taxied out for takeoff. I turned the Lush on again once they revved the engines, revving her engine as well. It was a well-received takeoff and climb to altitude by Charli, cumming twice on our climb out of LAX. I let her get down to the business of reading for the next hour or so, but turned it on again around halfway to our destination.

She shivered through two more orgasms, one while the male flight attendant was checking to see if we wanted something to drink and our snack. That one was a little more embarrassing to Charli as she suspected he knew she had an orgasm as I ordered our soft drinks, her hand clutching my leg.

"Imagine having to ask for permission to cum in front of the steward," I reminded her after we had our drinks and he had moved on.

She could imagine it and trembled again even though it was turned off. After our drinks, we both napped a little to make our lengthy travel day go faster and easier.

We landed within five minutes of our arrival time, and the resort had sent a driver for us and our luggage. Checking in was a relatively painless process, and we were delivered to our room, which was beautiful, on the first floor, around two hundred feet from the Pacific Ocean, with a deck with a couple of chairs and a couch on it. The floors were slate, with hardwood trim, a king-size bed, a jacuzzi tub in the bath, and an outdoor shower. Outdoor was a misnomer. It had lava rock walls all around and a clear roof over the top, but it was a garden-like atmosphere.

Having gotten almost nothing on the flight, we ordered a salad through room service. I almost had Charli get naked, but decided to hold off until I could collar her. I did collect the Lush from her, washed it, and put it back on the charger. As soon as we ate, I gave her a couple of oral orgasms, and by the time I was finished, we were both ready to crash, it being around three-thirty a. m. New York time. Tomorrow, the adventure started.

******

We both slept over nine hours, Charli a little longer than I since she was very relaxed when she went to sleep. I made love to her when she woke up, then we ordered another breakfast from room service. She was showering when our food arrived, and came out of the bathroom with nothing but her robe on while I was preparing to tip our server for the food.

While Charli was standing there, I asked the server a question which I needed answered.

"Just out of curiosity, how often do you and the other servers come to someone's room and one or more of the guests are naked?"

"About half the time."

"Is that embarrassing or uncomfortable for you?"

"It depends upon the circumstances," she replied. "If it's just nudity or if it appears they want something from me, and that's why they're naked."

"I understand. Let me pose this question to you. My new bride, knowing that I've had submissives in the past, has agreed to be my pet on our honeymoon. As my pet, I'd like to keep her naked in our room. I don't want or expect anything from those people who come to our room, except for them to observe her nudity. That's all. No participation, no touching, and she'd be the only one naked. Would that be a problem?"

"Not with me."

"Excellent. What if she was masturbating when you arrived? Would that be an issue?"

"All I'd be doing is observing?"

"That's correct."

"I wouldn't have a problem with that either."

"Charli, please drop your robe," I said.

Charli delayed for about ten seconds, considering what I was asking, and what she'd asked of me in the limo yesterday. She took off her robe. She was blushing, her nipples were hard, and had goosebumps when she did.

"You should acknowledge an order with 'Yes, Master'. Now, sit on the edge of the bed and spread your legs," I ordered. "Then masturbate, so this young lady can see it and decide for sure if she has no problem with it. If you need to cum, remember to ask for permission."

The delay was only half as long before she replied "Yes, Master", and did what I asked, although she was now twice as red.

I turned back to our server. "Please let any others who may be delivering to our room know what they might find when they bring food or other items to our room. If any of them has a problem with that, they can refuse and we'll wait for someone who doesn't have an issue with it to bring food, towels, or anything else to our room. Please let the maid service know what they might find when performing their duties. Again, anyone who wouldn't want to walk in on that can choose not to participate. They can expect they'll be left alone except for getting an eyeful. I want my pet getting used to nudity, so she won't be wearing clothes in our room at all."

"Of course, sir."

"There will be a larger tip for all those willing to participate as I outlined."

"Understood. May I say your wife is lovely, sir."

"You may. It's self-evident. Do you ever have service animals here, like seeing-eye dogs and the like?"

"Yes, sir."

"My pet needs to be collared and leashed. Does your gift shop sell things like dog collars and leashes, or would I have to acquire such items in town?"

"I don't know. I'd have to inquire."

"Please let me know what you find out."

"Yes, sir."

I tipped her big, and she left. Charli stopped touching herself. "Did I tell you to stop or move, pet?"

"No, Master."

"Keep masturbating. Ask to cum each time, but you'll only get permission once. Which means you'll be spanked several times."

"May I please eat my breakfast when it's hot, Master?"

"Yes, but I'll be feeding you. You can move to the table, but keep touching yourself. You may only stop when I'm done feeding you, so you may want to hold off on those orgasms as long as possible, or you may have some difficulty sitting down later."

"Yes, Master."

I wheeled the trolley cart to the table, and I took my time feeding both of us, exchanging bites. Each time Charli asked permission to cum, I said no. She tried to hold out, but she was aroused anyway, and I wouldn't let her stop moving her fingers, so she'd eventually cum, and I'd remind her of the swats she was storing up. By the time I was finished, she'd cum three times without permission, and her orgasms looked quite nice. Trying not to cum, while fingering yourself enough to cum, usually only delayed the orgasms and made them better. Her pussy was quite sloshy looking and sounding.

While I moved the cart and dishes to outside our door so it would be taken away, Charli had to keep masturbating until she climaxed again. I gave her permission to cum the last time, then told her to lick her slimy fingers clean. I received a call from the food server who told me they did have dog collars and leashes at their gift shop.

"Excellent. The Hualalai Trading Company, you say. Thank you." After hanging up, I said, "They have what I need at the gift shop. Why don't you put on your sexiest bikini and your wrap-around skirt, and we'll pick up what we need and then do a tour of the grounds, since we were so tired last night."

"Yes, Master."

I put on a swimsuit with shorts and a polo shirt over them and slipped on some sandals. I approved of the suit that Charli picked out, a tiny white one which would get translucent when wet, and showed her stiff, puckered nipples regardless of wetness. I had her put the Lush back inside her pussy before the bottoms went on, then her sarong wrap.

I turned the Lush on low to keep her in an aroused state, her puffy nipples leaving pokies in her top. We took a slow walk, first down to the Pacific Ocean right outside our room, then along the beach towards the center of the resort where we could find the restaurants, and the Hualalai Trading Company where we could get the gear I needed plus some incidentals.

I noticed that Charli got a lot of attention on our walk. She was no longer a spring chicken, just a couple of years younger than my forty, but she'd received excellent genes from her mother and worked hard to stay in shape. Nathan's birth had maybe made her a bit lusher and her bust slightly larger, but she was prime meat in anyone's book. Every time I noted anyone paying attention to her, I made sure I brought it to her attention. I wanted her feeling as if she was on exhibition.

"I wonder if they like the pokies in your suit top, or how tiny that suit is?" I wondered aloud. "It looks like both men and women are looking at you. Is it lust or envy with the women?"

At one point, Charli orgasmed from the Lush, and although she did a fairly good job of hiding it, I noticed and made mention of it to her.

"Was that a good orgasm? You didn't ask for permission for that one. That's five swats for not asking as well as five for having it without permission."

"Master, we were passing another couple?" Charli protested.

"It's not like my orders were to only ask permission when we're alone. You're going to be nude when the housekeepers come in or the server brings a meal to our room. Which is going to be more embarrassing to you, being nude for strangers or asking for permission to cum?"

"Both, sir."

"I guess you're going to be embarrassed a lot. When we go back to your room, you're going to be on a leash, and everyone we're seeing now will see you collared and leashed. I could also give you the spankings for your orgasms in public. That would be embarrassing too, wouldn't it."

"Would you do that to me, Master?"

"If you don't ask permission first, I'll definitely spank you in public. I haven't worked out all of the details of your submission to me yet. As your husband, in addition to being your Master, I don't think I'll share you with any other men, but I'm still trying to decide if I'd share you with a woman."

"Share me how, Master?"

"Let some woman lick your pussy or have you lick theirs."

She didn't say anything in response, so I decided to push a little. "Is your pussy getting wetter thinking of what might happen this trip, Pet?"

"Yes, Master."

"If I made you take off your wrap-around skirt, would you have a big wet spot on the bottoms of your bikini?"

"Yes, Master. Please don't make me take it off."

"Not until I let you get in the pool, so all of you is wet, not just your naughty bits." She smiled.

We walked by a couple of the pools, which were well attended with all sorts of people. To afford a place like this, you had to have money, and unless you inherited it, you had to be older and work long enough to make serious bucks. Of course, if you had serious money, you could also afford things like gym memberships, home gyms, personal trainers, and cosmetic surgery. Except for children of the guests, the guests themselves probably ran from late thirties to late sixties or even early seventies. Most of them looked prosperous, but there weren't any obese people, though roughly a third could afford to lose more than minimal poundage. Still, I considered Charli and me to be in the top twenty percent at the resort looks-wise. That was reflected by the looks we received.

We took a couple of hours to stroll to the gift store, taking a good look around the resort, so it was close enough to lunchtime I didn't have a problem getting some food, some water, and other items I wanted to have in addition to the dog collar and the leash. I didn't have Charli kneel to take her collar, but I wanted to put it on her in the store. They had a chair on the front porch so I had her sit in the chair so I could fasten the collar on. I attached the leash to the collar. Some other folks coming to the store stopped to watch, and Charli was really blushing when I put both of them on her.

Before we left, I took two bottles of the water I purchased and poured them on the bra part of her bikini. The top, already slightly wet from sweat, became much wetter, and her nipples immediately became more apparent, both from the cold and the wet top. To top it off, I played with her Lush as she sat there. It looked like I was messing with my phone, but I was playing with the controls of her toy.

Since there were a number of people watching, Charli tried to ignore what I was doing. She held out as long as she could given the audience, but finally, she couldn't resist the irresistible anymore and she broke, knowing if she didn't ask, I'd spank her in public.

"Master, may I cum, please."

"What's that, Pet? I didn't hear you. A little louder, please."

She spoke loud enough that everyone watching could hear.

"May I please cum, Master?"

"Yes, you may."

This orgasm was noticeably more intense than the first public one she had, and given she'd had to ask for permission, everyone knew what was happening when she had a splendid climax, soft moans escaping when she did. She was a lovely shade of red as she trembled through it.

I put my phone away and collected the bag with our purchases, said, "Come along, Pet. You're putting on a show."

"Yes, sir."

I held the leash and told her to walk in front of me so I could admire her ass.

"Yes, sir."

At the first pool we went by on the way to our room, I collected her wrap-around skirt and sent her into the water. Both parts of her suit were now showing more than Charli might have wished. Nude without being naked. Even the pink tail of the Lush was visible on the front of her pussy. I put the skirt in my bag so she could show off more of her splendid self as we walked. If I thought we'd attracted attention before, it was half of what we attracted now. A splendid, beautiful, unforgettable woman in a small, semi-transparent bikini, in a collar and on a leash.

I half expected someone to say something to us, but they didn't. They just watched as I led Charli around on a leash, half aroused themselves to be watching. The Lush and her own semi-nudity had Charli so hot, she needed to cum again.

"Permission to cum, Master?" Charli asked.

"Not this time, Pet. We don't have an audience."

Naturally, within a couple of minutes, she climaxed anyway. Watching her shiver through another delightful orgasm was so enjoyable to me.

We didn't take nearly as long going back to our room as we did leaving it. As soon as we were back at the room, I made Charli take her swimsuit off, and she was naked again. I fed her the food and drinks I'd purchased, then in front of the open windows, I had her give me a blowjob.

"Take your time. Don't be in a rush, pet. I want to enjoy this."

"Yes, Master."

She took fifteen minutes to extract my cum. At least three couples went by right outside of our windows as I was getting blown, but I wasn't sure how visible we were in the window, being light outside and dark inside. The windows may have acted more like a mirror, but knowing people were walking by who could possibly see Charli sucking me off had her juicy as hell. I could see her arousal dripping down her thighs.

"You can put another bathing suit on, pet. Make sure the bottom is a thong. I'm going to spank you for your orgasms outside the room, so you can't be naked."

"Where, Master?"

"Right outside our door, then we're going swimming in the ocean. I'll continue playing with your Lush while we're enjoying our time at the beach. I see there are a lot of other people down there enjoying the water."

"Yes, Master."

She put on the suit and right outside our door, I sat down on one of our lanai chairs and put her over my lap. I loved looking at her ripe buns as she lay over my legs. I turned her Lush up so it would keep her very aroused during her spanking.

"I want you to keep count of the spankings, and thank me for each one, then ask for the next one. If you need to cum, and sometimes you will, remember to ask for permission or you'll get five more. Now how many times did you cum so far today, and how many times were with permission?"

"Was I supposed to keep track?"

"Of course. What if I told you to masturbate while I took a shower and you couldn't ask for permission. You'd have to keep count yourself."

"I don't remember."

"That's five more swats. If you didn't know, I'd have to assume ten orgasms, or one hundred swats, but fortunately, I was keeping track. You climaxed three times masturbating this morning while I fed you, none of them with permission, once without permission or asking, on our walk to the store, one at the store with permission. One on the walk back without. That's five orgasms so far for twenty-five, and not asking is worth another five swats. Thirty-five swats total."

Except for the narrow thong, Charli's buns were bare. I began. Smack. It wasn't very hard, but it certainly got her attention.

"One, thank you, Master. May I please have another?"

Smack. "Two, thank you, Master. May I please have another?" You get the idea.

By the time I'd gotten to ten, our neighbors on either side had come out to see what the noise was about. So she had four people, two men and two women, watching me turn her ass red, which embarrassed and humiliated her more.

By the time I got to twenty, one of the women let her curiosity get the better of her and she had to ask.

"Why are you spanking her?"

I stopped the swatting and began rubbing her ass, now a nice rosy shade of red.

"We just got married, and oddly enough, her mother was on a collar and leash at our wedding, in submission to her stepfather. While riding to our motel that night, she admitted that she found the situation arousing, and asked if she could submit to me during our honeymoon, since no one would know us. I agreed. She's being punished because she has to have permission to orgasm, and she's orgasmed five times without permission, failed to even ask for permission once which is worth an additional five, and five more for failing to keep track of the number of her orgasms."

"She's orgasmed five times today?" the other woman asked.

"She's orgasmed a lot more than five, although the first four today were before her submission started, and she had permission for one at breakfast, and one in front of an audience at the Hualalai Trading Company where I purchased her dog collar and leash."

"Eleven times? She's orgasmed eleven times today?" the first woman asked.

"And that won't be all she cums either," I said.

Speak of the devil. "Master, may I please cum?" Charli said, the Lush doing its work.

"You may cum, pet."

So in front of the other four people, Charli orgasmed for the twelfth time today.

"Come on," the second woman said. "She orgasmed without any stimulation at all?"

"Oh, not no stimulation," I said. "She has a toy in her pussy that is keeping her aroused so she's more stimulated. She might even cum during her spanking. Some women do, just from the spanking itself."

"Hell, I haven't cum a dozen times in the last month," the first woman said. She glanced at her husband, who didn't look happy to have her announce that. "It's not Mark's fault. He's gone a lot. We're lucky to have sex a couple of times a month. That's one of the reasons we're here, trying to rekindle some of the fire."

"Us too," the second woman said. "We just got out of the habit while the kids were home, and now they're gone and we're a little lost. It's like we forgot how to romance each other."

"How serious are all four of you to rekindle some of that fire?" I asked.

"You're not talking about swapping, are you?" Mark asked, the husband of the first woman.

"Not at all. I'm a newlywed and have no desire to swap with anyone. But I do know a thing or two about sex, and I'll be happy to teach you some stuff."

"How do you know so much about sex?" Mark asked.

"Would you like to tell him, Pet?" I asked.

"He's a recently retired gigolo who's fucked thousands of women," Charli said. "Women in New York paid thousands of dollars a night for him to bed them. They used to hire him to feel like they were special and desired again. My mother actually hired him to make me feel good after my divorce. It's how we met."

"How did your mother know he was so good at sex?" the second woman said.

"How do you think?" Charli said. "She'd used him herself, about eighty times by her estimation. That's why Mom was submitting at my wedding. She was paying a penance to her husband for fucking their new son-in-law multiple times."

The first woman looked at Mark, then said, "I'd like us to learn," she said, "but it's up to Mark. I don't have to be in a collar or on a leash, do I?"

"No. Submission is not for everyone. I'm not even sure it's for my pet. We're just testing it out ourselves, although I'm experienced as a Dom, Charli really hasn't been a submissive before."

"I wouldn't mind learning some things," Mark said. "By the way, I'm Mark and this is my wife, Marilyn."

"I'm Dan, and this is Charli, spelled with an I after the L, but for now, address her as Pet."

"I'm Earl, and this is my wife, Rhonda," the other guy said. "I don't know about Rhonda, but I wouldn't mind learning some stuff."

"Sure, count me in," Rhonda said. "What's the advantage of Charli being your pet? Does it make her more orgasmic?"

"It might be helping, although she's fairly orgasmic without it," I said. "Being treated like a slut, being made to orgasm in front of other people and be punished in front of others is probably adding to her normal arousal, plus the toy in her pussy is keeping her on edge anyway. How willing are you to see and be seen, watching and engaging in sex and nudity amongst yourselves? To show you something, you have to see it, and then you should practice it, and I should observe to see how well you're doing."

The four of them looked at each other. All four of them were in their late forties, so a little older than us. They were in reasonably good shape. I wouldn't be offended seeing any of them naked.

"It sounds a little kinky, but as long as we're only having sex with our spouses," Rhonda said, "I think I can do this. I'm a little aroused thinking of putting on a show for others, so maybe I'm more of an exhibitionist than I thought. I'm willing."

The other three agreed as well.

"So are we getting naked now?" Earl asked.

"That will come. For now, I want the women in their sluttiest swimsuits and the guys in theirs, and we're going to go down to the beach and engage in romantic beach behavior. Trust me. There's a trick to seduction, and immediately stripping off and fucking isn't it. I need to finish Pet's spanking, and then we're ready. Why don't you get ready, and don't forget your sunscreen lotion."

They scattered to their rooms and I finished Charli's spanking. She orgasmed again before I finished, but I gave her permission for that one, so it didn't take more time. The others had returned before we reached the end of her spanking and her orgasm, so she was seen cumming again. It looked like a good one. Her buns were quite red and quite enticing. I wouldn't have minded fucking her, but all in good time.

We went down to the beach and grabbed six beach lounges together.

"Okay, let's start with a lesson. Have either of you gentlemen ever been in sales?"

"I still am," Mark said. "It's why I'm gone so much."

"I was," Earl said. "I'm more in a management position now."

"Were you trained to service your clients after the sale to ensure they were happy with the product, how to use it to its full potential, and would continue coming back to you over and over again?"

"Yes. It's like number two on my checklist, behind minimizing objections," Mark said. "Might even be more important."

"Good, so you'll know what I'm talking about. Before you got married, you had to sell yourself to your intended, convince her that you were better than every other Tom, Dick, and Harry she ever met. You wined her, dined her, bought her flowers, candy, and made her feel special. You've since made a big mistake. You quit servicing her after the sale. When's the last time you bought your wife flowers when it wasn't a birthday, anniversary, or Valentine's Day?"

"Hell, Valentine's Day went by the wayside about ten years ago," Marilyn said.

"You're not any better. How often did you give your boyfriend a blow job, compared to how often your husband gets one?"

"That disappeared around ten years ago too," Mark said, "except for birthdays and anniversaries."

"Right, you both sold certain things to your fiancé about how you were going to be as a partner or spouse, and then broke those implied promises. You've reneged on what you sold. Most spouses do. You're no different than most people. I can't tell you the number of married women who sought me out because they weren't getting what they wanted or needed at home. And maybe they were just as much to blame, but I don't want to assign blame. I want to change behavior. You all need to pick up your game. You should be willing to do things for each other, without any expectation of getting back something in return, although I can tell you that if you're attentive and loving, your spouse will often return the favor if they care for you at all. If they don't, your marriage is already dead.

"So, right now, I want you to take that sunscreen and give your spouse a nice back or body rub, while you spread that sunscreen on. Being touched is a basic human need, and the more you touch someone, the better they feel, and the more aroused they become. Boys do the girls first. Take at least a half hour to reacquaint yourself with your partner and all of the little things they enjoy when you touch them. Pay attention to what makes them purr. After you're done, switch places. Happy endings will come later, but anything short of that is fair game."

I did the same for Charli as they were doing. I did have a slight advantage, as she still had her toy in her and I could continue to play as I was rubbing her, so she climaxed two more times as I rubbed her, and she had to ask for permission in front of the others each time.

"I have to find out what the hell that toy is?" Rhonda said when Charli climaxed the second time.

"You'll see it later, and perhaps I'll let your husbands borrow it the next day or so."

Both of the other ladies liked their massages, so it wasn't like the men didn't know what to do. Then we switched places and the ladies did us. Charli did an excellent job, just having had it done to her, and I thanked her for the loving hands she laid on me.

"That was excellent, Pet. I'm proud of you. Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to suggest we all dine together tonight. What's your preference for food?"

"I had a steak last night," Mark said. "I'm up for Italian."

"I'm always up for Italian," Earl said. "Let's do the Beach Tree."

"I'll make the reservations," I said. "Say six-thirty. That gives us plenty of time to play some more, take a shower, and dress. Ladies, I suggest something eye-catching, and slightly slutty to stir your man's passions."

"Sure. What playing are you talking about?" Marilyn asked.

"I want you to just relax a little, get some sun, then go out in the surf and touch each other. Remember what felt good to your spouse before as you rubbed sunscreen on them, and try to recreate that in the water. If you should happen to arouse your partner to orgasm, it's in the water so no one can see. Try to take another thirty to forty minutes in the water. Make sure your partner knows how much you love them, and love to touch them. When everyone has cum once, back to the rooms for a shower and change. But wash each other in the shower. Make sure everything is clean, because you're going to be licking it all later."

"Mmm," Marilyn said, "sounds dreamy."

I made the reservations and we stayed on the lounges for another half hour, and I made Charli cum again, twice, once with and once without permission. Every time she had to ask, everyone would look at her and wait for her to orgasm, enjoying it as much as I did. Then we drifted into the water and I held and kissed her and stroked her all over just like the others were doing. I loosened her bra and shoved my hands over her lovely breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples, and slid a hand into her tiny bottoms to fondle her pussy, until she climaxed, another time without permission. She wanted to do me too, but I told her to wait as I was going to have her suck me off in front of the others later, and I wanted her swallowing a big load of my cum. She shivered a little as I said that.

When everyone had climaxed, everyone went back to their rooms to shower and dress for dinner. I washed and put Charli's Lush on the charger to charge. I ensured Charli was in the sexiest dress she could get away with, a form-fitting slinky thing that molded to her body like paint, and without underwear, so you could tell she was nude beneath it. I attached the leash to her collar again.

Fifteen minutes before our reservation, we met outside of the rooms and walked together to the restaurant. All of the ladies looked splendid. Not as sexy as Charli, but nice.

I stood waiting with Charli while the other four sat down. As anticipated, none of them helped seat their wives.

"Holding doors and chairs for your wife, and what used to be called social niceties is something you need to get back in the habit of," I said.

I held Charli's chair for her as she sat down, then stroked her arm and kissed her neck as I stood up. She got goosebumps from the attention. After being seated, I took her hand and rubbed it.

"Remember, I said that all people like to be touched. It's recognition that they're noticed and being paid attention to. I use every opportunity to touch Pet that I can. When I help her with her coat or wrap, seat her at a table or in the car, sit beside her, or have her on my lap, I touch her. The touches don't have to be blatant. I don't want to paw her butt or boobs when I do it most places, but a slight touch with the back of my hand up the side of her breasts wouldn't be objectionable, to either Charli, or anyone else who saw it. It reminds her of my presence, that I'm enjoying her company, and I have designs on her later. Long before I ever get her into bed or on a couch, I'm seducing her, letting her know how important she is to me.

"I used to do that with the women who hired me, and it was effective, but it was a planned seduction, not because they meant the world to me like my wife, but because they needed it. Charli may need it. Perhaps she's had a bad day or horrible experience, but she always deserves it, whether she needs it or not. I wanted her above all others when I married her. I gave up my career for her, because she was more important. Why shouldn't I make her feel like she's that important to me?"

"Does that work for you, Pet?" Marilyn asked Charli.

"I fell in love with a man who used to fuck women for a living, who fucked my mother and some of my friends. Hell, a third of the women at my wedding had been sexual partners at one point or another. It didn't make any difference. Hell, I was half in love with him even while he was still working. He always made me feel important to him, even when we weren't dating or having sex. He'd rub my feet or back when I was pregnant, take care of my son while I was working or on a date with some other gent, without any expectation that I'd reciprocate on my part.

"There has to be a reason he was successful in wooing me. I've got to believe he knows what he's talking about, because it did work on me. He didn't stop doing any of that stuff after he knew I'd marry him. He does it almost instinctually. It's part of the reason I can agree to be his pet. I know he won't harm me or take advantage of me, without me being able to stop it.

"He's constantly touching me, like holding my hand now. It's the same at a movie, or a play, or sitting on the couch watching the TV. If his hands aren't otherwise busy, they're reminding me how much I mean to him. Even when I'm his pet, when I'm supposed to be serving him, he's petting me, reminding me how important I am to him."

"So now you practice with your spouse," I said. "Hold their hands, kiss their knuckles, rub it, kiss their neck or ear when you get a chance and it seems appropriate to do so, without being blatant. Rest a hand on their thigh. Squeeze it gently. Be present with him or her, letting them know that you 'see' them, 'know' them, 'recognize' them. Don't be so distracted you forget who you're with. If she has to leave the table, rise with her, and help seat her when she returns. Ladies, pay attention to your men. If you miss something I'm saying, because you're listening to what he's saying, he'll appreciate he has your attention more than I do."

We had a lovely meal at the Beach Tree. Charli and I shared the Kauai prawns. She had a Caesar salad while I had the arugula and roasted grape salad with Granny Smith apple slices, pine nuts, and red wine vinaigrette. Charli had the spaghetti cacio e pepe with the kurobuta pork chop, while I had the pappardelle ripiene alla zucchina with the lobster al forno. We also shared the dessert, liliko'i crème brûlée, with lavender lace tuile and lemon-scented strawberries.

During the meal, we shared more with our neighbors about what we did and where we lived. They had a lot of questions about my prior career, which I shared: the oldest, the youngest, the children, and with whom and why.

"You mean to say you have twelve children and you can't claim any of them but the one you have with Pet?" Mark asked.

"Yes. They signed paperwork absolving me of any financial responsibility and for any parental rights. In most cases, except for two of the mothers, they were married to other people, and they didn't want me messing with their family life."

"What about those two?" Earl asked.

"They were my part-time submissives, and I lived with them, but they were both at least five years older, and I didn't want to marry them. They didn't want to marry anyone else, and they couldn't have had children if they didn't have them with me."

"When you say they were your part-time submissives, but you lived with them, why weren't they full-time submissives?" Marilyn asked.

"They were full-time, but not to me. Because I was gone five or six nights a week, possibly more, one of them had a personal assistant who was more their Dominant than I was. She deferred to me when I was there, but she did most of the heavy lifting. She was more their Dominant than I was because it was more often."

"How much does being a gigolo pay?" Rhonda asked.

"It depended upon your demand. I was in high demand; booked weeks or even months in advance. I averaged about 350 grand a year towards the end. I had very little in the way of expenses, since my dates paid for my dates and I lived with the two women. I gave them some money for food and utilities, and I had a car payment and medical insurance. That's it. I saved several million dollars while doing the job. It's why I can afford this honeymoon."

"How many millions?" Rhonda asked.

"About six, give or take the market on any particular day."

"How good is he in the sack?" Marilyn asked Charli.

"Best lover I ever had by a wide margin," Charli replied. "If your husbands become half as good as he is, you won't be disappointed."

"Damn!" Marilyn said. "Pay attention, Mark."

"You have to pay attention too," I said. "It's not a one-way street. Tonight, you'll be sucking your husband off to the best blow job you've ever given him."

"Please tell me I don't have to swallow," Rhonda said. "I hate to swallow with a passion."

"I can't tell you that," I laughed, "but in the future, it can be more tasty, shall we say, if your husbands follow certain dietary tricks."

"It's why Master is not drinking alcohol or coffee tonight, and sticking with water," Charli said. "His cum is the best I've ever tasted, and good enough he won't hesitate licking it out of me after he cums inside of me."

"Bullshit!" Rhonda said.

"No shit," Charli replied. "What's the first thing most women do after they have sex without a rubber?"

"Go into the bathroom and clean up," Marilyn said.

"What if, instead, your husband would clean up your pussy, and you cleaned up his cock, and you could both stay in bed and snuggle unless you squirted so much the entire bed was soaked?"

"Have you ever squirted, Pet?" Mark asked.

"A few times. Not every time by any stretch, but often enough, like four or five times since I got engaged four months ago, an average of once a month or so. To squirt usually requires serious edging. We don't always have time for that."

"What's edging?" Mark asked.

"That's bringing your partner to the edge of orgasm over and over again, without allowing them to cum, and I don't mean not giving them permission. You can make someone cum without permission easily. Edging takes concentration, focusing on the signs of your loved one's pleasure, so you can stop whatever stimulation they're receiving before they tip into orgasm. You let their arousal ebb for a little while, then bring them to the edge again. The more times you do it, the more powerful the orgasm usually is."

"Has Pet edged you?" Earl asked.

"She's done almost everything to me I've ever done to her."

"Have you fucked her in the ass?" Earl continued.

"Yes."

"And has she fucked your ass?" Marilyn asked.

"Yes."

"Doesn't that seem gay?" Mark asked.

"Why? It's not a guy fucking my ass. It's a woman."

"Isn't it messy?" Rhonda said. "It's my poop chute. I know there has to be shit up there."

"There can be," Charli said. "If we plan on anal sex, we take enemas ahead of time so it's not messy. It's just like normal sex then, and anything we'd do normally, we can do after anal sex. Master will clean my asshole when he's done, and I'll clean off his cock. There's no shit, Sherlock."

"Doesn't it hurt?" Marilyn asked. "No offense, but I looked at Dan's dick when he had his swimsuit on, and he's packing more than normal."

"Even a smaller cock can hurt during anal sex if you're not careful," Charli said. "Before Master ever had anal sex with me, he slowly stretched out my sphincter ahead of time, about five or six days of increasingly larger anal plugs, and then after I'd been slowly stretched, he's very careful entering me and gives me time to adapt to his size before he starts banging me hard. As long as we have anal sex once a week, I don't need to repeat the plugs, but if we haven't had it for much longer than that, I'll put the largest plug in for another day. It's truly enjoyable if done right."

"Hell, you do seem to have a lot of experience with sex," Mark said. "If you can get Marilyn to give up her ass, you're a miracle worker."

The meal over, I reattached Charli's leash and led her back to our room, the other two couples following. When we reached the room, I showed everyone how a wife should be undressed, kissing and stroking Charli as I removed her dress. It hadn't hidden much, but she blushed harder when she was naked, especially when I told her not to cover herself with her hands, but to let everyone watch her. She was plainly leaking her desire down her legs, which I pointed out to all four of them.

"Gentlemen, it's time to undress your ladies. Do them exactly as I undressed mine, so she won't feel so all alone."

Earl and Mark copied my techniques and undressed their wives. Both wives were as tentative as Charli, but because they were doing it together, they got over the worst of their embarrassment. I put a towel down on the couch and we had the three women sit on the couch with their legs spread, Charli's in the middle and her legs going over each of theirs so she was the most open.

Charli's pussy was the most hairless, with only a small tuft of hair left over her clit. Marilyn had a landing strip, and Rhonda was trimmed close for a bikini, but had the most fur. Charli also had the nicest breasts, clearly larger and firmer. Rhonda had about the same size, maybe a trifle smaller, but with less elasticity. They sagged slightly, although the nipples still pointed out and not down. Marilyn had a nice handful, B cups, I suspected that didn't require much support, although she was wearing a bra when Mark stripped her. She had the largest nipples, looking to be over a half inch in diameter, and close to an inch long. It might have been the reason she wore a bra, to avoid obvious pokies.

"Looking good, ladies. You've done well keeping a nice trimmed appearance. We're going to enjoy looking at you during the next portion of our program. I've already got half a stiffy, and I'm sure the others do too. I sure hope you washed each other thoroughly, as you're each going to perform ass-licking tonight."

I put pillows and cushions down in front of all three of them.

"I'm going to show you guys how to make love to a woman orally. I want you to do nothing but watch for ten minutes. The point is not to make your wife cum fast, it's to make her cum hard. As such, you will be doing some edging. As I do Pet, I will point out the signs of her arousal and pending orgasm, then show you what to do so she doesn't cum. After you've watched for several minutes, I want you to start. While you're waiting, hold her hands, rub her calves or feet or thighs. Just maintain touch, but pay attention."

I started making love to Charli's body. Using my fingers, palms, lips, and tongue, I teased and aroused her. I pointed out the signs of her arousal, the sounds, the tensing of her muscles and skin, what signals she gave of her upcoming orgasm, at which point I stopped and just rubbed her inner thighs and stomach until I could point out she was no longer ready to tip. I touched her everywhere, and not just her breasts and pussy, but also licking her asshole as I said I'd do. I told them to proceed and do the same thing.

"Every woman is different," I reminded them, "the things I do with Pet may not work for your wives. Listen to her body, listen to her vocal instructions. She knows what feels good to her. Don't blindly proceed with whatever you've done before. Experiment a little and see what works now, at this moment."

I watched each of them work on their wives a little, Mark having the better grasp to start, but Earl listening when Rhonda told her what she liked and didn't like. Satisfied they were listening to me and not doing horribly, especially when they realized how to recognize an incipient orgasm and stop, I went back to teasing Charli. I kept her on edge for close to a half hour before she begged me.

"Master, please let me cum. I need it. Fuck, I need to cum so bad."

"Fuck, yes, Earl. This is amazing, the best you've ever done, but I need to cum," Rhonda said. "I don't know if I can take much more."

"Beg me," Earl said. "Beg me to let you cum."

"I need to cum, baby. If you let me cum, I'll listen to everything they're willing to tell us about anal sex, and I'll give up my ass to you."

"Hot damn," Earl said. "That's tempting, but even more than you giving up your ass, I want you to swallow my cum."

"Fine, I'll swallow your cum, as disgusting as that sounds."

Rhonda had her orgasm less than a minute later. It did seem to be a doozy, so Earl was both proud of his success and happy she was willing to do something for him. I gave Charli permission to cum, then let her cum right afterwards.

"You can make me cum," Marilyn said to Mark.

"I want to make her squirt. How do I do that?" Mark asked me, ignoring Marilyn for the moment.

"You'll need to edge her longer, but Marilyn, would you be willing to put that toy Pet was wearing earlier in your ass?"

"Why?" Marilyn asked.

"I think it's easier to get a woman to squirt if she's receiving some anal stimulation. It's not necessary for you to squirt, but if you think you'd like to try, I'd recommend it. Some women don't seem capable of squirting, but we can check it out."

"Sure, why not. Won't it get messy?"

"It's waterproof and can be washed. Pet, please get your toy and a damp towel?"

"Yes, Master."

She got up and brought what we needed, along with some lube. I oiled it up and told Marilyn to insert it herself, so she could go at her own pace for her own comfort. When she put it inside, I turned it on low. I didn't want her to cum from the Lush, but from Mark's attending to her.

So while it buzzed inside of her, Mark continued to pleasure her, and as far as I could tell, he was doing a good job of it. He edged her to two more close calls before she begged him to let her cum, and when he got her there again, he did, and fuck it all, she squirted all over him. It's a good thing they had slate instead of carpet on the floors.

Earl and Rhonda were sort of surprised to see Marilyn squirting all over Mark, some of her cum landing four feet away where Mark hadn't blocked it or had ducked. They looked at each other. I told Mark and Marilyn to use my shower for a quick rinse, to take out the Lush and wash it in the shower. I told Rhonda she could dress for now. She didn't need to be naked to give Earl a blow job.

"Is it okay if I stay nude?" Rhonda asked. "I kind of like it, since Pet isn't dressed either."

"It's okay with me if it's okay with Earl," I said. "I'm used to naked bodies. Pet doesn't get an opinion."

I used the towel to wipe up the mess on the floor.

"Are you sure it isn't piss?" Earl asked. "It sort of looked like piss."

"Pretty sure. It smells like pussy to me, but you can taste it if you have any doubts."

Earl didn't, but Rhonda did, wiping a finger through the liquid on the floor, then touching her tongue to it. "Smells and tastes like pussy to me," she said. "Darnedest thing I ever saw."

When they returned, Mark asked if it was okay if he remained naked as his clothes were drenched in pussy juice. He was half hard at the moment, looked to be between six and seven inches long if he was fully hard, about five and a half now. I guessed he maybe played tennis or paddleball. He had a slight paunch but not bad. Both Earl and Rhonda were looking at the two naked bodies doing comparisons to their own.

"That toy that was in my ass is drying on the counter," Marilyn said. "I washed it really well."

"I highly recommend you and Mark buy one of those toys for yourself, since Mark is out of town a lot. It allows Mark to pleasure you remotely, so he can give you orgasms while he's gone. There's a corresponding toy you can use on him. You'll find that even when you're together, and you're being more experimental, that toy can be a pleasure enhancer. Once you start to enjoy anal sex, having that toy in your bottom or your pussy while Mark is in your other fuck hole is a whole new experience.

"Being naked now shouldn't be an issue. All of the men are going to have their cocks out getting sucked anyway," I said. "We're going to do this the same way. The men will sit on the couch and the women will kneel in front of us. Pet will demonstrate her oral techniques. I want the other women to do nothing but watch for ten minutes, then you can start. Before we do the cock sucking, I need to give Pet another spanking for the orgasms she had without permission earlier today. I want to do it while you're all still here, as it's both more arousing and embarrassing for Pet to receive a spanking in front of others, and I'm sending you back to your rooms as soon as your wives demonstrate their cocksucking talents."

They agreed. I took off my shorts as Charli looked like she'd soak them if she got over my lap; her pussy was so wet.

"Damn, Dan, I knew you were packing some meat in your swim trunks," Rhonda said. "That is a beautiful cock and Pet is one lucky girl."

"I am," Charli agreed.

I sat down and she draped herself over my lap. Even though she'd had a good orgasm already, I fingered her to another, just for the humiliation factor. Charli had orgasmed four times without permission since her last spanking, and I didn't give her permission for this one, so twenty-five was owed.

She kept count, thanked me, and asked for the next one, just as she had before. I could tell she was ashamed to be spanked naked in front of the others; she was blushing so badly, but her pussy was gooey and dripping.

So much so that Charli had to ask for permission to cum again before I finished her swats, which was even more disconcerting for her. Having to beg permission to cum from a spanking was even more humiliating than cumming from being licked or fucked. I gave her permission, then finger-fucked her as she climaxed to make her climax more pleasurable.

While I finished the spanking, Earl got undressed. He was hard when his pants came off, a decent six inches, and slightly thicker than Mark. The three men sat down on the couch, and our wives knelt in front of us, and Charli began to demonstrate her blow jobs. They were all surprised Charli could take all of my dick down and noticed how similar her techniques were to mine, edging me instead of getting me off as fast as possible. She showed them how to do a pinch if it seemed I might cum regardless of her trying to dial me down. It looked like a technique both of the other men would need; they looked so hard watching Charli's lips wrapped around my prick.

Charli licked and sucked my balls, which I still kept nicely trimmed, licked my pucker, licked and sucked the head.

"As Master said, your goal is not the fastest orgasm; it's achieving the best orgasm." She was lightly stroking my saliva-coated shaft and fondling my sack while talking, delaying my orgasm. "You want your man's balls to start feeling painful before you give him a release. Master said that sometimes, it feels like the head of his cock is exploding if I've done it right; the release of pleasure is so intense. You've watched long enough; start sucking your husbands off."

Charli resumed her sucking. She kept me going for another ten minutes before I climaxed, hot spurts of sperm filling her mouth as she drained my balls. She swallowed it all. Despite the lengthy demonstration beforehand, neither Earl nor Mark lasted longer than three minutes after I orgasmed. Their wives didn't quite capture all of their cum and swallow it, both of them losing some which dribbled down their stalks and onto their balls.

"Yuck!" Rhonda said, wiping a string of cum off her lips. "I can't believe you like that. Earl's cum is so salty and bitter."

Charli squeezed out another couple of drops out of my cock. She dipped her finger in it and told Rhonda to lick it off.

"It's fairly sweet," Rhonda said. "Not bad at all."

"Let me taste," Marilyn said. Charli repeated the process, urging another drop out of my cock, smearing it onto her finger and letting Marilyn lick it off. Marilyn nodded and agreed I was better tasting than Mark's.

"Okay," Rhonda said, "now I want to know how come your sperm tastes so good and Earl's doesn't taste nearly as good. I'd almost want to eat that."

"Everything you put in your body has an effect on how you taste," I said. "First of all, in Hawaii, we're in the land of pineapples. Eat and drink lots of pineapple and its juice. I have a half cup every morning. It gives my semen a sweeter taste. Some foods make you taste worse, some foods better. Red meat makes you taste saltier, some drugs will give your semen a more bitter taste. Alcohol and coffee are diuretics which cause your semen to be more concentrated. Drinking water helps counter those effects. The less alcohol and more water I drink, the better I taste.

"Do a web search for better tasting semen, and you'll get a list of things you can do to make it taste better."

"How do you know all of this shit?" Rhonda asked.

"Research. Every time I was exposed to something new, I researched it. When I found something women liked, I wrote it down. Before I went on a date with someone I'd been with before, I read my notes from the last time I was with her, so I already knew what she liked and didn't like, and I didn't have to figure it out all over again. I wanted to know how to make my cum taste better because I ate a lot of it myself out of a woman's pussy if I wasn't using a condom. They loved that I was willing to do that. I figured that if I wanted a woman to blow me, then I should be willing to eat what I was feeding them."

"Doesn't eating your cum out of a woman's pussy make you feel gay?" Earl said.

"It seems like you have some misconceptions of what gay is, Earl. My cum out of a woman's pussy isn't gay. I don't have an attraction to other males or their cum. I'm just doing what I hope a woman will do when she gives me a blow job, swallow my spunk. I'm attracted to pussy, and it shouldn't make a difference if it's a clean, untouched pussy, or one that I've enjoyed fucking.

"Even if you enjoyed eating some other man's cum out of a woman, that doesn't make you gay. You'd have to enjoy sucking a cock yourself for you to be gay. Cum is just another body fluid like saliva. Every time you kiss someone, you're exchanging spit. You could just spit in each other's mouth. Wouldn't be nearly as fun, but that's essentially what you're doing. Don't get hung up on the fact that it's cum and comes out of your body first, any more than you get hung up on exchanging spit. Believe me, when you see how much Rhonda adores you for eating her out after you've cum in her, it won't make any difference to you."

"He's right," Rhonda said. "You're making a huge deal out of me swallowing your sperm when I blow you. You wanted that more than anal sex. Why do I have to swallow if you're unwilling to do the same? If it's yucky for you, it's yucky for me. I wouldn't mind it so much if it tasted better, but I'm a lot less likely to want to do it for you if you refuse to do it yourself. It's the same damn shit!"

"Okay, now you know about oral sex. I want you to go back to your rooms and practice one more time on each other. The men should have an easier time controlling their orgasms now they've both cum, so practice that edging some more. Do it again in the morning, build muscle memory and help remember how and what to do to repeat the process at will. No fucking yet, just oral."

"What are you doing tomorrow," Mark asked. "I'd like to learn more."

"We're going horseback riding, but if you want to do something different, run into town tomorrow and go to a sex toy shop. Buy a Lush3 for each of the women, lots of lube, maybe a small vibrator, no more than an inch in diameter and four to five inches long, and a starter set of five butt plugs ranging in size from three quarters of an inch in diameter to around two. Start with the smallest, lube it up, and wear it for a day. The next morning, go to the next largest size, and so on. By the end of the third day, you can use the small vibrator to do some anal play while having sex. By the end of the fifth day, you should be able to have anal sex without anything but mild discomfort.

"Tomorrow evening after supper, I'll show you how to use the Lush and the toys to spice up your love life, demonstrating on my lovely Pet. After the show, you go back to your rooms and practice on each other."

"What if I wanted to become a submissive like Pet?" Marilyn asked, glancing at Mark.

"Really?" Mark asked.

"I'm thinking about it. Pet seems to be loving it."

"I'll show you some stuff regarding dominance and submission if you want, so you can keep your play safe," I said. "It will be a few hours of training over several days. If you're interested, buy a collar and leash while you're picking up your other toys.

"Remember, back to your rooms, no fucking, oral sex only, once tonight, and again tomorrow morning. I'll see you after supper tomorrow."

They left, and I took Charli to bed and fucked the hell out of her, still aroused almost as much as she was. She orgasmed six times, getting permission for half. When I'd cum, I snuggled on the bed with her.

"Your first day as a submissive," I said. "Are you enjoying it as much as Marilyn thought you were?"

"Yes, Master, perhaps even more. It was nerve-wracking being naked and performing in front of the others, less so when they were naked themselves and I wasn't the only one. I think that being someplace far from home makes it easier."

"Do you want to continue, knowing it will get more intense as we explore your limits?"

"Yes, Master. As long as I don't use my safe word, you can explore all you want."

"I love you, Pet. Never forget that, no matter what happens."

She kissed me. "I won't forget. Today was amazing, no matter how you made me feel at the time. I wonder how my Mom is doing with her submission?"

"You can call and ask her tomorrow. Make sure to call her in the morning. It's much later in Philadelphia, and you don't want to wake her in the middle of the night."

"Yes, sir. I love you, Master."

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