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Disclaimer:
This is a work of erotica. It contains graphic depictions of sexual activity
between consenting adults. If you are underage, if you don't like erotica,
if you live in a city, county, state, province, or country that forbids
pornography: STOP. I'm not about to be responsible for your offense.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to living persons is
unintentional. This is a work of fiction. I know I said that already, but
keep it in mind. The players here don't have to worry about pregnancy or
sexually transmitted diseases, some of which can kill you. In the real
world, if you're gonna play, protect yourself. That is, condomize don't
compromise.
This work is the sole property of the author. I have posted it freely here
on ASSM and don't mind if it is posted to other FREE sites so long as this
disclaimer and my e-mail address remain intact and no changes are made to
the work. Comments are always appreciated. I have changed my e-mail address
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Copyright Sasha Lorring 2000
Note:
For all you sailors out there, May 1 is the official switch from dress blues
to dress whites. I gotta say guys, the blues have it for me. If there's any
higher ups that read this (ha!) Please consider a few modifications to the
dress whites! They are unrelentingly WHITE! Those polyester pants with nary
a button to be seen! White bib on the back of the smock with no stars, no
piping, no nothing! I just don't think the dress whites have even half the
flare of the blues and quite honestly, I think it reflects poorly on the
style of the Navy. That said, as if anyone who could do anything to address
my petty complaint would actually be reading this, enjoy!
Codes: M+F, 1st, solo, cons, oral, anal
All Hands
Alicia woke by degrees. Nudged first into basic awareness by her inability
to turn over onto her stomach. Soft snores, not her own, invaded her
consciousness next. She didn't remember, what? Her lack of memory was the
final impetus to full consciousness.
Eyes open. Alicia lifted her head and surveyed the room. Same basic scheme
as her own hotel suite, same hotel then. Slight movement in the corner of
the semi-dark room. A man in white. Asleep. She shook her head a little,
still trying to clear away the cobwebs that persisted. She looked again in
the corner where he apparently slept in a chair.
She revised her first impression as the snore that issued from his lips
divided into two separate tones. Two men. Young men. In white. She
squinted a little. They looked like sailors in dress whites, without the
black neckerchiefs. Understanding dawned and Alicia, Mistress Dark to a
select few, tried once again to move her arms. Turning her head to the side
she noted the location of the missing neckerchiefs.
No need to panic. Yet. Both men were clothed. For now. She was clothed as
well, she noted with a little sigh of relief. Why couldn't she remember what
happened last night? She mentally went over what she did know, hoping that
it would jog the latter events (particularly how she wound up bound up here
in a hotel room not her own).
She'd come to Chicago on an errand for her friend Sasha who was supposed to
be screening a potential client but had come down with the flu. Alicia had
met the man for dinner. So far so good. They'd gone on to a popular club
and . . . and that's where everything essentially went blank.
She refocused her attention on the first sailor. Blond. Good looking at
least in sleep. His legs were long and muscular from what she could see.
The bulge in his white slacks wasn't displeasing either. If the situation
were different. Alicia shifted a bit and tried to see the other man. Not
much to see there. His dark head was buried in his arms as he leaned over
the table in sleep.
God, had they slept like that all night? If so, why the hell was she tied up
on the bed? Questions needed answers. She tried to speak. 'Excuse me' was
lost somewhere between her parched vocal chords and the cotton in her mouth.
She cleared her throat and tried again.
"Excuse me? Hello?"
The fair-haired sailor's eyelids fluttered then opened. Blue, she mentally
bet against herself.
"You're awake," he said nudging his friend, "Hey, Jack, she's up."
Jack sat up and stretched while looking at her sleepily. He wasn't shy on
good looks either. Too bad she couldn't remember what precipitated this
whole scenario.
"Uh, I'm a little fuzzy on how I ended up in your hotel room tied to the
bed," she cleared her throat again attempting to dislodge whatever it was
that made her sound suddenly like Jessica Rabbit.
Both men suddenly looked guilty and sheepish all at once. They looked at one
another in a silent war over who would get to do the honors. The blond lost.
Or won, depending on how one viewed it.
"Well, we were at this club and you and another guy sat next to us . . . "
he paused.
Jack shook his head. "You're making a mess of it Andy." He turned to her,
"You'd just gotten there and you went to the ladies room. That guy put
something in your drink and when you came back we tried to tell you but you
were already halfway through the thing. Andy here knocked the glass out of
your hand and that started a fight with your boyfriend."
"He wasn't my boyfriend," Alicia protested.
"Well, whatever he was, he wasn't too happy about us nosing in on his action.
We all got tossed from the club and while we were waiting for the police,
you got combative. Jerk boy bolted and we decided the best thing was to get
you out of there too."
"Okay, since I can't remember anything after I got back from the restroom,
I'll pretty much have to take your word for it. But that doesn't explain why
I'm tied to the damn bed!"
Andy got up from the chair and came over to the bed.
"I think it's safe to remedy that. You were still really riled up when we
got you back here and then we discovered you didn't have any ID. If we'd
have let you go, you could have gotten picked up by Chicago P.D. and maybe
led them back to us and accused us and that would have been really fucked up,
pardon the expression ma'am."
"It's Alicia, and it's Mistress, never ma'am if it's anything at all."
Now why did she say that? She eyed Andy warily then shifted her gaze as Jack
came over and sat on the other side of the bed next to her. Shit.
"I didn't take you for a hooker even if you didn't carry any identification,"
he mused lightly tracing a finger across her jaw line.
"I'm not!" she said irately struggling against the black ties that held her
tightly to the bed. "I'm . . . " she trailed off.
What was she going to say? That she occasionally trained willing men to be
completely subservient to her every command? What to say. More important,
what to do! She turned her attention back to Andy.
"Please untie me and I'll get out of here and you can forget about this whole
episode and forget about me and anything I might have said or done. Really,
I'm sorry for any trouble I might have caused and I'm really grateful that
you took care of me when I was obviously drugged against my will," she pulled
futilely against her cloth bounds once more, "Please?" she said doing her
best little girl lost immitation.
"Jack, untie the lady okay?" Andy said as he reached for her wrist.
"Hold up a minute! What do you think she's going to do to us when we let her
go? Geez! No matter that we didn't do anything to her, she could go to our
command and really raise trouble."
"She's not like that man, look at her, she's really scared now and she
doesn't need to be."
Her right hand slipped free and she immediately turned to untie the other
wrist, eyeing Jack warily. He allowed her to work the knot loose and
extended a hand to help her up. She swayed dizzily as the room lurched to
the side.
"Maybe you ought to sit back down for a few minutes ma'am. Mistress Alicia
if you prefer," Jack said as she leaned against his broad chest.
He smelled good. She allowed him to reseat her on the edge of the bed and
looked up at him. Tall. She guessed at least 6'4". Black hair trimmed
military style. Sharp blue eyes. She turned her head to see if she'd lost
the bet with herself on the color of Andy's eyes. Confirmed. Green. Back
to Jack. Broad shoulders, trim waist, noticeable bulge in his slacks.
The dizziness eased and her mind cleared a little more. She was in a room
with two very good looking young sailors, untied finally, and one thought she
was a hooker. Well, that wasn't so good. Not necessarily so bad either on
second thought.
A twist of desire shot through her. Gave her licence to do something she
might not do otherwise. She ran her hand up a muscular thigh and traced her
finger lightly across the now more prominent protuberance.
"I think that I have been most ungrateful to you two very sweet young men.
Perhaps there is some way I could repay your kindness?" Alicia said in her
best come hither voice.
Jacks blue eyes blazed and his erection lept to full capacity. Andy coughed
like he'd choked on his own tongue.
"Uh, you don't have to do that ma'am, Alicia, whatever your name is. As it
is, we couldn't pay for your services anyway, not that I think . . . oh hell,
I don't know what I think!" Andy finished lamely.
"Let's get a couple of things straight guys okay? I'm not a hooker. I'm a
bank manager. In my spare time I occasionally train lovers to be submissive.
Yes, sex slaves of a sort. That guy last night was actually being screened
for a female friend of mine who is in the market for a new toy. Let's just
say he failed miserably and if I track him down I'm going to prosecute the
bastard. What that leaves me with is no one to recommend to my friend.
Unless the two of you would be willing to audition?"
"Oh hell yeah!" Jack said emphatically.
"Oh hell no!" Andy said just as emphatically.
Alicia turned to Andy. He hadn't backed away. And he didn't look nearly as
appalled at the idea as he'd sounded. He needed more assurance. She reached
into a hidden pocket in her dress and withdrew her licence and business card.
"Here," she stated simply handing them to the young man.
Jack toyed with a lock of her chestnut hair as she watched his friend scan
the business card and her licence. Andy still looked dubious. Although a
lot less resistant. More persuasion then. Alicia slid across the bed and
took his hands. They were trembling just slightly. Nervous. Whatever for?
Red-blooded male with good-looking female suggesting a threesome, what was
the problem here? She tugged lightly at his waistband.
"I don't know if this is a good idea ma'am," Andy said, rapidly engorging
cock belying his words.
"I think it's a hell of an idea you virginal prude," Jack said to his friend.
Jack elaborated to Alicia, "He's a virgin. One of the last in the Navy I'm
sure. And it ain't got nothing to do with his looks which are fine. He's
just too nervous. Like he's going to do something wrong. I mean, it's
fucking, what's to do wrong?"
Alicia traced the outline of Andy's now fully erect cock through the white
nylon slacks. Nice. She quickly unzipped his fly before he could protest
further. Tight white underwear strained by the pressing member, see-through
at the tip of his cock, slick with pre-cum.
"I don't think there is much you can do wrong here Andy. You have been, and
as I see it currently are, quite an upstanding gentleman," Alicia nearly
purred as he unconsciously pumped his hips against her questing hand.
"He's never even had a blow job," Jack volunteered from the other side of the
bed.
"Oh, perhaps I should remedy that?" she said.
Andy didn't move as she pushed his slacks down and carefully lifted the
waistband of his underwear over the swollen tip of his penis. He did do a
sharp intake of breath as she exposed him fully and traced her fingers down
the nearly eight inches of throbbing flesh.
"Damn Andy! That's what you've been hiding under your towel at shower time?
Dude, that's nothing to be ashamed of."
"Shut up Jack, or you won't get to play at all. If you want to watch Andy
here get his first blow job, do something useful with yourself other than
providing running commentary. 'Jack' off if you like but do stop chattering
away," Alicia said rather forcefully.
It was good to be back in control.
She looked up at Andy to see his reactions. Stunned, unsure, and horney as
every good sailor ought to be. Outstanding. She scooted closer and
delicately flicked her tongue across the sensitive helmet. She was rewarded
with a moan from her sailor in hand. Jack had moved closer to better see
what she was doing. He'd taken her seriously at her word and was rubbing his
hard-on through his slacks.
This was definitely going to be an all hands adventure!
Alicia concentrated on the stiff cock at hand, or rather in mouth, sliding
her mouth slowly down the throbbing shaft. Virgin territory. She mentally
sighed as she relished the sweet/salty taste of him. Velvety flesh touching
the back of her velvety throat. She wondered idly if she would come before
he did.
Back up to take a breath, tongue teasing at the sensitive slit, eyes to the
side to see her other sailor slowly pumping his prick in hand as he watched
her suck off his friend. Slow slide down the slick column to bury her nose
in the dark blonde pubic hair. Hands cupping the tense balls. He was close.
The groan confirmed it.
"Oh God, I didn't know it would feel this good," Andy said as Alicia sucked
purposefully on his aching prick.
"What? You thought it was going to suck?" Jack puckishly punned.
"No, but I'm about to blow!" Andy returned through his near orgasmic haze.
Amazing. She was going to have a threesome with two comedic sailors. Andy
tensed and tried to pull away. She reached behind him and held him in place
with her hands on his now clenching buttocks. Almost there. Three seconds
at best until her mouth would be filled.
His cock twitched and he groaned loudly as the first shot hit the back of her
throat. She pulled back a little and sucked hard at the head, tasting him
fully as the second spurt coated her tongue. For a few seconds she wondered
if he'd been storing it up since birth as she swallowed reflexively trying to
keep up. His butt quivered and Alicia knew his knees were about to give way.
She reluctantly let go of his still twitching member and he gratefully sank
to the floor.
"That was a great show," Jack said pulling on his cock, "Is it my turn?"
Alicia licked her lips and watched him masturbate. "Not yet."
"Ahh, damn!" he groaned, thick streams of semen erupting over his still
pumping fist.
She watched him shudder as his orgasm abated and shivered herself in sudden
need. She stood decisively and stripped off her dress, skimmed the panties
over her hips and showed her glorious body to both young men.
"Strip boys. I'm not about to stand around naked alone."
Andy snapped suddenly to attention. "Aye aye Mistress!" he said saluting
with a flourish.
He learns quickly she thought, watching him divest his muscular frame of the
uniform. Jack on the other hand moped rather miserably.
"I didn't get to come in your mouth," he whined.
"That's because you spent yourself in your fist," she said taking Andy by the
hand and drawing him onto the bed. "In any case, if anyone should complain,
it's me. I haven't come at all yet!"
"May I kiss you Alicia?" Andy asked softly.
"I think that's a lovely idea," she said gently pushing his head to her
throbbing crotch.
She watched out of the corner of her eye as Jack began to get the picture and
undress. Andy trailed kisses down her torso until he was facing the lightly
furred juncture between her thighs.
"I'm not sure what exactly to do here," he said, inhaling her feminine
fragrance.
"Dive in!" Jack said as he kicked off his shoes and stripped the black socks
off, finally standing completely naked.
"Do what comes naturally Andy," Alicia said spreading her legs wide and
revealing her soaked sex.
"Scoot over man," Jack said as he settled beside his friend between her legs,
"Let me show you a thing or two."
Alicia nearly came at the sight of the contrasting men staring at her sex.
Damn! She toyed with her taut nipples and waited to be touched, wondering
who would be the first. It was Andy. Tentative at first, tenderly stabbing
at her swollen nub. Jack lathed his tongue on her thigh, waiting his turn.
Andy continued his gentle exploration until she was nearly dying with
pleasure, on the verge of orgasm but unwilling to come just yet. Jack spoke
suddenly, breaking the reverie.
"I want to get in on this action, Alicia, sit here on my face," he said
turning on his back, "I've always wanted to see what it was like to give a
'rim job'."
She obliged and sat over his face pressing her ass down onto him. She
thought he must have inhaled first but was completely lost when Andy pressed
her back onto her arms and resumed licking her pussy. Two tongues swirling
around her most sensitive areas. Too much.
Alicia exploded just as Andy slid two fingers in her tight snatch. Jack
never missed a lick and continued to tease her ass as the juice ran down his
chin. She shuddered as another orgasm wracked her pretty frame before
pushing off Jack's face and settling on the bed beside him.
"Andy, I think it's time you were divested of your innocence," she said
pulling him over her once again.
He kissed her fully on the mouth for the first time, tasting himself faintly
on her tongue. He balanced himself on strong arms above her as she guided
him into her heat. He took it slowly, relishing the pleasure as he sank into
her inch by inch.
Nice. Alicia tightened her muscles around his hardness and pushed up to meet
his thrusts. Very nice indeed. He kissed her again before pushing deep into
her pussy. She turned her head and met Jack's intense blue eyes.
"No kiss for me?" he asked plaintively.
She smiled at him and allowed his lips to touch hers before turning her full
attention back to Andy. His face was lined with concentration as he
struggled to maintain control. She squeezed his cock tight inside her and
felt his response.
"I'm sorry Alicia. I'm about to come. Do you want me to pull out?" he
gasped.
"Not on your life," she said as liquid heat spread from her center through
her body.
Andy groaned and froze above her, cock pulsing deep inside her, sending her
once again over the edge and into orgasm. Alicia moaned as waves of pleasure
washed over her again and again. Her blond haired lover withdrew and
collapsed beside her.
"Is it finally my turn?" Jack asked urgently.
"Yes, but first you must clean up. Or is that swab the deck? With your
tongue, Sailor Boy."
"No way!" he said emphatically, "I'm not putting my mouth where Andy's just
pumped his load!"
"But you're willing to put your dick there? You are very stubborn and in
need of some serious obedience training. You want to fuck me?"
Jack nodded. He looked pained.
"Clean up then. A little cream never hurt anyone and I can vouch for the
fact that Andy tastes just delicious. It's not as if you're getting it from
the source."
Andy gently turned her face to his and kissed her deeply. Jack apparently
made up his mind and settled between her slick thighs. After a few tentative
licks, he got into the spirit of things and tackled his task with vigor.
Alicia moaned in Andy's mouth as her body responded with several small
quakes. Her swabbie wasn't unskilled despite his initial resistance to the
task.
Jack lifted his head and slid over her, nudging Andy to the side.
"Please?" he begged.
"All right, but you're going to have to share," Alicia said wickedly. "On
your back."
Jack immediately obeyed and Alicia straddled his trim body, teasing his lips
with her elongated nipples before sinking slowly down his pole. He was hard
and throbbing in her.
"Andy, are you ready?" she asked.
He nodded and moved into position behind her as if he'd been having sex for
years instead of a couple of hours.
"Just go slow. If you do, you won't hurt me and you will enjoy the different
sensations better."
She couldn't see if he nodded or not but he must have understood as the thick
head of his cock gently nudged her anal opening. Jack was slowly pumping in
and out of her quivering pussy as Andy breached the entrance and pushed
slowly at the thick ring of muscles. The feeling was incredible and she
shivered as another mini-orgasm shook her.
Jack grasped her buttocks and pulled them further apart just as Andy's cock
popped into her rectum. He slid slowly forward until Alicia was completely
impaled on both throbbing pricks. The feeling of extreme fullness was
exquisite as both young men continued their slow pace. They easily matched
the other's rhythm and stroked to counterpoint until Alicia was shivering and
moaning.
Her nipples were twin points of sensation as they rubbed against Jack's
lightly furred chest. Spread wide for both men, her clitoris was teased as
each pressed into her. Andy's lips on her back, Jack's tongue in her mouth,
each point of contact a searing jolt to her senses as they pushed her
relentlessly to the final crisis.
Alicia's shivering moved to full body shudders and she moaned uncontrollably
into Jack's mouth.
"I'm going to come," Andy said urgently as he pushed deep into her bottom.
Jack's confirmation of his own precarious status was muffled in her mouth.
Her body felt strange to her. The orgasm seemed to start at her scalp and
the soles of her feet simultaneously before spreading like twin wild fires
rushing to some middle ground.
The scream of pleasure was finally torn from her throat as both cocks
erupted. The addition of boiling hot come in her pussy and ass only fueled
the fire that raged in her belly. She screamed again, convulsing around
their pricks, milking them for all they were worth.
Alicia had no idea how long the pleasure lasted. She was exhausted by the
time Andy slowly withdrew his softening member. Jack just held her as the
tremors slowly subsided, twirling a lock of her hair gently as his other hand
trailed up and down her back.
"You'll never have it as good as this again Andy," Jack said as Alicia slid
off his still hard dick. "Hell, I'll never have it this good again!" he said
with some wonder.
"I think you underestimate yourselves," said Alicia as she padded to the
bathroom and started the shower.
Both men looked at each other and grinned. High praise from the Mistress.
Chief torturer and pleasure bringer. Andy got up and headed to the bathroom
to join her.
"You coming Jack?" he asked.
"Nah, just breathing heavy."
"Get up you ass, that fine ship in there needs detailing! Can't send her off
looking any less gorgeous than when we climbed aboard."
"I'm there," Jack said as he rolled off the bed.
An hour later Alicia stood fully clothed at the door. Her hair gleamed and
her skin glowed. The hair owed its luster to the two grinning bath
attendants. Her skin owed its sheen to their unflagging determination to
please her every sexual whim.
Andy stepped forward and kissed her.
"Thank you for a truly amazing first time," he said in her ear.
"You're more than welcome," she handed him a card. "Tell Sasha you passed
the audition."
He blinked once and stepped back, staring at the neat writing in some wonder.
"Jack, you have my card. When you're not on duty, you'd better be at my
house, do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Mistress Alicia," he said with a mischievous grin.
The door shut behind her and both young men stared at each other for a long
moment.
Alicia walked slowly down the hall. All in all, despite a rather shaky
beginning, it had been a thoroughly enjoyable experience. Sasha would
certainly be more than happy with the hearty but tender Andy. Then there was
Jack.
Ah Jack. Stubborn. Willful. Delicious! Despite her recent exploits, a
tingle of desire shot through her as she looked forward to the further
training of the black haired blue-eyed sailor.
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