Pleasant Beach - IC

[CasualVelociraptor]

Not that Alex would have been able to pull out in time anyway, he was grateful he didn't have to hold back. He moaned Dani's name loudly as he hilted himself inside that wet, eager snatch, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he emptied a copious load inside of them.

“Ohhh wow! That certainly jolted me awake this morning,” Dani chuckled. For they often confessed to their cat that they were a workaholic, often staying up and burning the candle from both ends when they had enough morning to never have to work again. It was important they do so, but coffee or sex-presso were their stimulants of choice to sustain that pace.

“So, shall we head back to my place by helicopter, or shall we go to this impossibly posh, privately owned police station?”

 

[Liminal]

Skyler sighed softly in pleasure, pushing her hips forward and leaning against Vanessa's probing finger ever so slightly, openly enjoying having her slightly larger than average clit rubbed. Her eyes lingered on her perfect breasts, a lightly calloused hand cupping one and fondling it softly. Her index finger and thumb took either side of the barbell piercing in the model's nipple, pulling on it with soft little tugs. Vanessa knew how to get Skyler going, regardless of whether the mechanic was in the mood to top or to bottom. She spread her legs a little wider, both for more stability as well as to give Vanessa easier access to Skyler's slowly hardening nub, her pussy starting to gleam with her increasing wetness.


The mechanic started to pant softly, hips moving ever so slightly back and forth as Vanessa continued, plainly enjoying the slow buildup. Her own hand slid from the other woman's breast, running along Vanessa's body slowly, sliding down and across the whole of Vanessa's sex just once before also gently teasing her clit in return. "Definitely, when have I ever said no?" She laughed, smiling. "Besides… I've been thinking about our last video and I've been kinda pent up for a while about it." She smiled, sliding her finger inside the other woman briefly, still going slow and taking her time, but definitely escalating the contact from social to distinctly sexual. "I do want to give you a turn on the receiving end of that strap-on too. I think I owe you that much."

At the mention of the blue rabbit Skyler's expression turned pensive, though it was altered slightly by her continuing arousal. "I should… let me look after this." She leaned in, kissing Vanessa deeply, sliding in her tongue and letting it be a very wet kiss. Her nipples had hardened too, letting the rings in them dangle, glinting in the sun. Pulling out of the kiss with a sloppy pop she smiled before slowly pulling away and walking to her car. She bent over, pulling her duffel bag closer to look for the toy. The motion gave a complete view of her wet sex and puckered anus to Vanessa and anyone else looking in her direction, but as with all the other locals Skyler was unconcerned about it. Opening up the bag she dug through the pile of sex toys and found the vibrator, holding it up for her friend to see, saying "Yep!" before tossing it back in the bag and grabbing the whole thing. It had a multitude of toys, lube, harnesses, and Sanchez's handcuffs. She had to remember to return those…

Heading back over to her friend she smiled, hand reaching around to cup that wonderful bubble butt. "So, you want to get into the grass first? Or do you want to find a bench or something?" Her fingers slid in between Vanessa's butt cheeks, running against the model's own tight pucker before moving lower to slide into her pussy from behind. Still going slow, still just using one finger. She paused then said "Crap, did you want to record this part too? Should I wait until you get the camera ready?" She slid her finger out, going back to the social level of rubbing Vanessa as she waited for a reply.

Vanessa let out a similar sigh as Skyler began to rub her clit in return, spreading her legs as well. Her own pussy began to moisten up almost immediately--one thing Vanessa had always been proud of was how easily she got wet. Skyler's finger met no resistance sliding inside her, the penetration rewarded with a low moan that was cut off by the kiss. Vanessa took the opportunity to reach around and get a handful of Skyler's wonderfully taut, firm ass before they broke apart. She let her own hand fall between her legs as Skyler went to get the bag of toys, still spreading her knees lewdly and grinding her hips where she stood as she rubbed her friend's juices into her own clit.

As Skyler returned and slid another finger into her from behind, Vanessa let out another soft moan that turned into a laugh. "Yeah, we should definitely get the camera set up before we get too excited," she agreed. "I was thinking on the grass under that tree there." Beckoning, she headed for the little shaded spot beneath the branches, slinging her tripod case off her shoulder and squatting down to unzip it. "Want a rimjob to start?" she asked offhandedly as she unfolded the apparatus. "Your asshole looks great today."

Will rose before the morning sun, sliding out of bed and making himself a cup of coffee in his quiet bungalow. He left the steaming cup to cool and climbed into the shower, quickly and carefully washing himself with soap and then rinsing. Will walked out of his shower without a towel, grabbing his coffee and opening the door to the outside. He grabbed a nearby folding chair and walked off with his travel cup in his hand, a chair strapped across his chest, and water still dripping off of him as he air-dryed.
His feet led him down the beach, towards the private location his neighbor told him to find Camilla. Supposedly, there was a woman you could just walk up to and use however you wanted. And this woman, who had enormous curves, liked to do yoga in the early morning on the beach…and so, Will had to find out for himself. As he approached Camilla’s spot with the sun starting to rise on the horizon, Will saw her there completely exposed and bent over in some sort of yoga position…downward dog? He kept his thoughts to himself and unslung the chair from his shoulder as he approached.
”Good morning, neighbor.” He said with a smirk as he set his chair down just a few feet from Camilla’s mat, his eyes already glued to her ass as it stuck up in the sun.

Camilla was thoroughly absorbed in her practice, the rhythm of the gentle waves and her own breathing filling her ears and her thoughts. She almost didn't notice she had company as she flowed from cobra, chest thrust out toward the water with her arms supporting her, to downward dog, up on hands and knees with her body forming a triangle, ass in the air. The dark curls framing her pussy were a stark contrast with the thick globs of white cum dripping from her slightly parted entrance, remains of a nice morning session with Martin.

When her new companion spoke up, she craned her neck to glance over her shoulder. "Oh, hey!" she said with a smile. "Up early too, huh?" She didn't immediately recognize the man. Another new arrival? Seemed like a lot of those lately. He didn't seem at all uneasy about sitting out here naked, though--nor about getting an eyeful of her ass. And damn, was he ever her type...Camilla fervently hoped he wasn't too new to be interested in some fun. "I don't think we've met," she ventured. "I'm Camilla."

 

[captain_bond]

“Ohhh wow! That certainly jolted me awake this morning,” Dani chuckled. For they often confessed to their cat that they were a workaholic, often staying up and burning the candle from both ends when they had enough morning to never have to work again. It was important they do so, but coffee or sex-presso were their stimulants of choice to sustain that pace.

“So, shall we head back to my place by helicopter, or shall we go to this impossibly posh, privately owned police station?”

"It's just more comfortable, and more conducive to the Pleasant Beach lifestyle. It was funded by a private donor. Honestly, let's go there, at least at first. There are a few cop-themed toys you might like to try." With that, Alex got off of Dani and opened the passenger door of the cruiser, grabbing a shammie to wipe the hood clean of the evidence of their passion. Then he helped them into the passenger seat and got into the driver's side himself. "I know you're not five anymore, but if you want me to put on the lights and siren, let me know. If the road is empty I might just speed up a bit while I'm at it."

 

[KittKatt]

Oliver leaned against the glowing ruby bar, the barbell piercings in his nipples glittering as much as the disco ball overhead. He'd just opened the Nude Revelry up for the evening, having wiped down bar tables and bondage equipment alike. With full bottles of liquor and mixers awaiting the return of the locals to his establishment, Ollie was happy to be back in business. His slender figure was clearly AMAB, though the black-painted nails and slim hips added some feminine features to an otherwise masculine appearance. Fully nude, save for the piercings, little leather collar with a little bell, and a cock ring around his base, his aesthetic bordered between femboy and punky BDSM slut, and that's exactly where he preferred to hover.

The Nude Revelry sat at the top of a hill gazing down at the beach, a renovated shipping warehouse that had the sea-facing wall torn out and replaced with tinted windows to keep the interior pleasantly dim during the sunset hours when the orange rays glittered on the water. One half held a dungeon, a spanking bench, St. Andrews cross, and more apparatus for kinky delights. The other held comfortable leather couches, black tables, a couple of stripper poles, and plenty of lounge space.

Glass of wine in hand, Ollie paused by the large windows, gazing down at the beaches and the nude bodies he could see moving about there. He'd always been a pervert, and he loved to see others at play.

Fortunately, his job as bartender gave him a perfect view of the establishment, and the establishment gave him a lovely view of the saucy delights on the beach.

 

[CasualVelociraptor]

"It's just more comfortable, and more conducive to the Pleasant Beach lifestyle. It was funded by a private donor. Honestly, let's go there, at least at first. There are a few cop-themed toys you might like to try." With that, Alex got off of Dani and opened the passenger door of the cruiser, grabbing a shammie to wipe the hood clean of the evidence of their passion. Then he helped them into the passenger seat and got into the driver's side himself. "I know you're not five anymore, but if you want me to put on the lights and siren, let me know. If the road is empty I might just speed up a bit while I'm at it."

As Alex was saying that, Dani's eye caught a glimpse at an establishment that the current owner, one Oliver, had messaged them about on Discord, saying in response to him, "I think this will be a trendy and economically sensible investment in a growing part of town. I hear that you establish queer projects all the time. I invest in them, and this'll fit the bill. Let's talk."

Dani, a little embarrassed to be seen nude by that many people just yet, decided to go back into the bathroom and change into a little black number that would keep Alex's interest nonetheless. Meanwhile, however, they had seen Ollie before, first on social media and then about town- shirtless a lot of the time- and hoped to pique his interest. Their rational reason to remain clothed was dismantled by the lack of clothing (or sexual privacy) on display in the middle of the bar room. But they had a much more primal reason for it.

This certainly does not present as a..."traditional" investment, Dani grumbled in their head. And yet, they presented themselves as a potential partner in business and pleasure. Public nudity, to them, was good for a romp or two, but when everybody in the room is naked, there's no mystery. To get people to notice you, you have to hide something. Perhaps in a little black party dress. To make them want to get to know you more...

 

[KittKatt]

As Alex was saying that, Dani's eye caught a glimpse at an establishment that the current owner, one Oliver, had messaged them about on Discord, saying in response to him, "I think this will be a trendy and economically sensible investment in a growing part of town. I hear that you establish queer projects all the time. I invest in them, and this'll fit the bill. Let's talk."

As the front door chimed, Ollie turned to glance at it, catching a view of Dani as they slipped in quietly and into the bathroom. He gave them a pleasant smile as they passed, doing his best to contain the arousal at the lovely view they afforded him in the meantime. When they re-emerged from the bathroom, he was embarrassed to still be halfway hard, and being nude before them in their pretty black dress and lovely curves only reinforced his arousal by being a definite power play, even if unintended as such.

"Dani Hawkins." He greeted them with a smile, crossing behind the bar, perky ass on full display as well before he settled behind it, setting his own wine glass down. The little silver bell tinkled softly at his throat. "How can I be of service?" He asked, his voice soft and gentle, yet another point of gender neutrality. He might be okay with masculine pronouns, but it was clear that he was happy to toy with whatever he liked, unconstrained by typical ideals. "It's a pleasure to see you again." he added, eyes dancing down the little black dress with abandon. "Business or pleasure here today? Drink?" A glance out the clear windowed door of the bar got him a view of the patrol car, and he reached for a tumbler, setting it aside in preparation for the police chief's preferred drink.

It was nice to have regulars.

 

[captain_bond]

Alex had at least offered to escort Dani to the bar, having pulled on his uniform before they walked in, in deference to their decision to put on clothing. It was good for the local cops to familiarize themselves with places such as these when taking a new assignment, and he dutifully caught sightlines, looked for entrances, exits, objects (besides the furniture) that could be used as a weapon in a bar fight...and the clientele and their demeanor was an important part of such 'recon.' He poked his head into the employees-only section, just to be thorough, and made sure for a few moments that no one in the kink section was disregarding safewords, politely declining an offer or two to join in.

As he approached the bar and the proprietor, he smiled. "Sorry, but I'm on duty. My predecessor liked to flout that rule, which didn't help when he was caught being handsy with a woman who told him no." Alex was not a chief by any stretch, but he was the ranking Orange County Sheriff deputy assigned to Pleasant Beach. "Corporal Alex Manley. I was just checking things over, making sutre I have the lay of the land, in case the shit hits the fan. Just a Coke, please." He offered Ollie a handshake, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiled.

 

[KittKatt]

As he approached the bar and the proprietor, he smiled. "Sorry, but I'm on duty. My predecessor liked to flout that rule, which didn't help when he was caught being handsy with a woman who told him no." Alex was not a chief by any stretch, but he was the ranking Orange County Sheriff deputy assigned to Pleasant Beach. "Corporal Alex Manley. I was just checking things over, making sutre I have the lay of the land, in case the shit hits the fan. Just a Coke, please." He offered Ollie a handshake, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiled.

The man who entered the bar was not, in fact, the police chief, nor who Ollie was expecting, but he seemed friendly enough. The young man's eyes watched curiously as the man toured the space, exploring the kink areas as well as the more mundane spaces. Then, after a bit of exploration, he approached, and Ollie met his eye. "Of course." The slim young man said as the officer waved off the alcohol, and Oliver took his hand without hesitation, shaking it briefly. "Hello Corporal, you're always welcome, on duty or not. Public servants drink at half price." he said with that charmingly shy smile, taking the glass and adding a bit of ice before pouring the Coke. "My father was a firefighter, so I've held on to that little rule. Oliver Crisswell. I used to say that if you were going to top me you could call me Ollie, but everyone does anyway. Call me Ollie, not top me. Although..."

The door chimed lightly again, and a group of three young men entered, unfamiliar faces. They were fully clothed, dressed like college frat boys, with baseball caps, sports jerseys, jeans, basketball shorts, the works. Oliver paused in his conversation to size them up as they wandered into the bar, seeming particularly interested in a young woman bound to the spanking bench in the center of the room, getting face-fucked by her partner. "Hello, can I see some ID please?" Oliver said, crossing to move out from behind the bar.

"We're 21, bitch boy. Now get us some beers." One jeered, eyes sweeping Ollie's mostly-nude form before the trio began to crowd toward the bound, nude woman, stepping into the scene without pausing, causing the dom to begin objecting loudly, though it seemed in vain. Ollie's face flushed, and he let out a heavy sigh. "Hey! Back off! Corporal, would you kindly-"

 

[captain_bond]

"On it." Alex stepped over to the three men, leveling a glare at them. "Last warning. Back off from her now." The three frat boys wheeled around as one, and they seemed to take in the fact he was wearing shorts as a sign he was part of the show, ignoring the very real Sig-Sauer P229 holstered at his right hip, or perhaps thinking it was a prop. "Fuck off, go back to your faggot bar and hang from your monkey pole," the ringleader said before taking a swing at Alex. Big mistake. He caught the fist in his open palm, and brought his baton around in a savage arc, landing on the man's shin in a nasty sounding crack. The other two seemed to be reaching for something in their pockets, but Alex's gun was in his hand in the blink of an eye. "If you raise them above your bellybuttons, I guarantee you it'll be the last thing that either of you do. Put them on the table, get down on your knees and put your hands behind your heads. Now." The two frat boys meekly complied, their companion groaning on the floor, complaining loudly about how his NFL career was ruined now that his shin was broken. "Shut up," Alex snapped as he cuffed the two kneeling men with zip ties. "Nothing's broken, but your NFL career is ruined, I can guarantee that." Indeed, the shin was bruised badly, but intact. The man's opposite foot lashed out at Alex, who promptly deflected it with a kick of his own and Alex plunged his stun gun into the man's ribcage for his trouble. "Now who's the bitch boy?", he asked as the man lost both consciousness and control of his bladder. Soon enough backup was called and the three men were hauled away out of Pleasant Beach to be processed and booked, and after promising a report later, Alex sat down heavily at the bar. "Sorry about the mess, Ollie. And, sorry, but I'm not gonna be topping you anytime soon. I'm on a strict clam-only diet, if you catch my drift."

 

[KittKatt]

Ollie watched with mild interest as Alex dispatched the offending annoyances, wincing slightly at the nasty crack of the baton. The stun gun did, in fact, make a mess, but the whole bar was designed to be easy to clean, so a quick pass with a mop once the officers had carted off the offenders made the floor nice and clean again. Ollie topped off the glass of Coke as Alex returned to the bar with a heavy sigh.

"No worries, better than having to try and deal with them myself." Ollie said with a shrug. As the Colonel explained that he wouldn't be topping him anytime soon, Ollie laughed, a clear sound of pleasant amusement. "Oh, no offense taken, sir." He chuckled. "I'm not particularly partial to sausage myself, but you never do know what someone is packing. Well, I suppose now I do." An amused smirk crossed his face as he shot a joking glance to the gun, clearly pleased with his own horrendous pun. "And even then, to say my gender and sexuality are fluid might be an understatement."

Crossing to the tablet mounted on the bar, Ollie tapped it a few times. "For your help, you'll drink free today, so feel free to come back when you're off duty and have a proper drink. Maybe then Dani and I will have finished business and, if I'm very lucky, moved on to pleasure." Oliver said, pausing by the black-clad Dani with a smile on his face.

 

[captain_bond]

"Sounds good to me. Dani, if you want a ride back to your place, or perhaps just to the nearest safe spot to land a helicopter, here's my card." Alex walked over to the young woman (as far as he knew, anyway) and pulled out a business card and placed it on the bar in front of "her", but the kiss he attempted to give them was decidedly intimate. "A preview of my off-hours," he'd whisper in their ear if they let him kiss them; if not, he'd just smile and say 'See you later.' Either way, he walked to his cruiser and made his way to a shopping center, parking in a far corner of the parking lot to write his report. That finished, he just started to patrol the community, making his way back to the small station to pick up a pair of uniform pants, as it was supposed to dip below 60 degrees that evening before he went off-duty.

 

[HornyAllDay]

Vanessa let out a similar sigh as Skyler began to rub her clit in return, spreading her legs as well. Her own pussy began to moisten up almost immediately--one thing Vanessa had always been proud of was how easily she got wet. Skyler's finger met no resistance sliding inside her, the penetration rewarded with a low moan that was cut off by the kiss. Vanessa took the opportunity to reach around and get a handful of Skyler's wonderfully taut, firm ass before they broke apart. She let her own hand fall between her legs as Skyler went to get the bag of toys, still spreading her knees lewdly and grinding her hips where she stood as she rubbed her friend's juices into her own clit.

As Skyler returned and slid another finger into her from behind, Vanessa let out another soft moan that turned into a laugh. "Yeah, we should definitely get the camera set up before we get too excited," she agreed. "I was thinking on the grass under that tree there." Beckoning, she headed for the little shaded spot beneath the branches, slinging her tripod case off her shoulder and squatting down to unzip it. "Want a rimjob to start?" she asked offhandedly as she unfolded the apparatus. "Your asshole looks great today."

Camilla was thoroughly absorbed in her practice, the rhythm of the gentle waves and her own breathing filling her ears and her thoughts. She almost didn't notice she had company as she flowed from cobra, chest thrust out toward the water with her arms supporting her, to downward dog, up on hands and knees with her body forming a triangle, ass in the air. The dark curls framing her pussy were a stark contrast with the thick globs of white cum dripping from her slightly parted entrance, remains of a nice morning session with Martin.

When her new companion spoke up, she craned her neck to glance over her shoulder. "Oh, hey!" she said with a smile. "Up early too, huh?" She didn't immediately recognize the man. Another new arrival? Seemed like a lot of those lately. He didn't seem at all uneasy about sitting out here naked, though--nor about getting an eyeful of her ass. And damn, was he ever her type...Camilla fervently hoped he wasn't too new to be interested in some fun. "I don't think we've met," she ventured. "I'm Camilla."

“No, we haven’t, I just moved in.” Will replied in a friendly tone, his eyes still glued to Camilla’s ass as she stuck it up in the air. “I heard you put on the best show in town down here by the water twice a week.” He teased her, leaning back in his chair to relax and letting his member dangle off the edge, slowly swelling as he watched Camilla stretch.
“You know, you’ve got something right there.” He said with a smirk, pointing his finger towards her exposed crotch and waiting for her to change positions. “Any fun poses to show me?”

 

[Alan23]

Riley, the waitress at the "Ples" Diner knew that technically she should be denying entry to the young man who came in every day and sat at the corner table. There was, after all, a dress code - NO SHIRT, NO SERVICE - and while this might have seemed strange in a place like Pleasant Beach with its nude beaches and generally lax attitude to traditional hometown morality, standards were standards. The, too, there were hygiene regulations. Would they, she wondered, face a fine if the health authorities ever discovered that every time the man entered he was followed, a pace or so behind, by the brown Burmese cat who took her place under the table, purring gently as he fed her choice scraps from his plate.

And yet the man was so polite, addressing all the staff as "Sir" and "Ma'am," and so obviously well educated - while consuming his scrambled eggs, ham, biscuits and gravy, fried red tomatoes, toast ad creamy coffee he always had a book propped open before him. And what books - by folks like Spinoza, Neitzche, Stephen Hawkins, Castaneda, Maslow, Kant, Schopenhauer, Jung... she could barely understand the titles, never mind what was inside. And few of the male staff, she guessed, would chose to mess with him either - skinny he might have been, but the glint in the eyes, the general air of confidence and the deep, wicked looking scar that showed just above the waist of his shorts tended to discourage the idea of upsetting him.

He might come in at any time - morning, afternoon, evening - midnight even, at times... and order a huge meal, tipping lavishly, drinking refill after refill of creamy coffee, sometimes leaving the table (and the sleeping cat underneath) to walk outside, smoke a cigarette, then return. Always polite always soft spoken, always eating as if there were no tomorrow and never putting on an ounce of weight.

And now and then he would smile, just gently, to himself. But what he might be smiling about and why, though the staff all speculated, was a thing none of the staff could ever work out.

*****

Holly Fenchurch-Yates did not like many things about California, but she had to admit the beaches made up for a lot. Who would, she felt, trade the stony, shingled beaches with their grey lapping sea and constant drizzle for the shoreline and blue ocean and gently lapping surf of Pleasant Beach? Why Daddy had accepted the position, that took him and Mummy and herself half way across the world, to this land of blazing sun, constant obsession with muscles and whiteness of teeth, strident nationalism and ultra-commercialism she had never been able to fathom. She missed the gentle English mist rolling across the dell, the soft rain, the emerald green grass.

But the beaches... these she liked.

She walked along the shoreline, her sandals clutched in her hand, her white, soft English feet cooled by the salt waters, the sun warm on her back. Every few paces she twitched at the rear of her swimsuit - it was in a plain black, relieved only by a small design of stylized orchids, as plain and as modest as she had been able to find, yet still not modest enough so that she was forever fretting her buttocks were escaping from the rear and hastily tugging it down. Only for this downward tug to convince her it was now too low at the cleavage, and she was forced to yank the neckline upwards to hide as much of her small, milky white breasts as possible.

"Hey, leave it alone," came a raucous voice from a few meters out to see. The three suntanned youths (everyone here seemed to be nut brown with perfectly even tans, she'd noticed, even in winter) "show us a bit of them puppies, why don't ya"

"And a bit more of the buns, too, already," added the second youth.

"Shit, why dontchya take it off, an' have done with it?" added the third.

She knew what the three youths looked like, for she'd passed them earlier. Now she did not acknowledge their presence. Simply blushed, her pale English skin turning a deep red, as she desperately willed herself not t twitch at the suit again, either upwards or downwards, which would, she knew, only encourage them more. Her nose i the air she continued her strde, as if she might convince them she hadn't even heard their mocking words, though she knew this was a forlorn hope, if only by the redness of her blush.

If only, she wished, her face was as cool as her feet.

She tensed, wondering if they might follow her.

 

[CasualVelociraptor]

"Sounds good to me. Dani, if you want a ride back to your place, or perhaps just to the nearest safe spot to land a helicopter, here's my card." Alex walked over to the young woman (as far as he knew, anyway) and pulled out a business card and placed it on the bar in front of "her", but the kiss he attempted to give them was decidedly intimate. "A preview of my off-hours," he'd whisper in their ear if they let him kiss them; if not, he'd just smile and say 'See you later.' Either way, he walked to his cruiser and made his way to a shopping center, parking in a far corner of the parking lot to write his report. That finished, he just started to patrol the community, making his way back to the small station to pick up a pair of uniform pants, as it was supposed to dip below 60 degrees that evening before he went off-duty.

Dani was hesitant at first. Weirdly hesitant considering they had let the young officer use and fill up their pussy like he'd paid for a night with "her," but a kiss on the lips- the proper, breathless kind that Dani craved- was definitely an intimate moment between lovers, which meant more than one-off lays, and Dani hadn't even confessed who they truly were to him. And yet, while they did want to see him again if only to take a ride in his cruiser, it was also a chance to make their new business partner jealous, so she let Alex peck her. Again, a peck was just that- a momentary meeting of mucous membranes, nothing more. @captain_bond

Crossing to the tablet mounted on the bar, Ollie tapped it a few times. "For your help, you'll drink free today, so feel free to come back when you're off duty and have a proper drink. Maybe then Dani and I will have finished business and, if I'm very lucky, moved on to pleasure." Oliver said, pausing by the black-clad Dani with a smile on his face.

Then Ollie walked over to the other side of the bar, still completely naked, and Dani reached levels of pansexuality that they could never really convey to anyone who wasn't attracted to all genders, all body types. They could detect a bit of fluidity within "him" (them?) in the way he carried himself and relished the chance to be fluid with them. To have all aspects of their soul appreciated without having to explain themselves to anyone, and to see the true landscape that was Oliver Crisswell.

And yet, they had concerns.

Concerns that they defused a little bit by uncrossing and then crossing their legs at the bar in front of him, showing off their lack of undergarments at present, which they hoped would whet Ollie's appetite (that was already very clearly high for them). However, they were all business once their legs crossed again, and hoped Ollie could be too, even while stark naked.

"Mr. Crisswell," Dani said, then whispered, "I presume" in case Oliver wanted to correct or elaborate on their understanding of Ollie's pronouns without drawing attention. "You have an interesting idea for an establishment here." Then they took a sip of an old fashioned with bacon that they'd ordered at the bar. "However, what I've just witnessed"- that had actually frozen them to the spot in point of fact, as they wondered how it would feel to be helplessly tied to a table while presenting as "female" and be jeered at by hooligans, or worse if Alex hadn't been there- "is deeply troubling. As you know, I've offered $350,000"- equivalent to half of the costs Ollie had already sunk into creating a bar in regulation-happy Southern California, including permitting, zoning, etc. from scratch- "for a fifty percent stake in the operation, because I think with the right marketing, signage, slogan, interesting drinks, food, all of that, you could make nearly a million dollars in profit.

"However, if it turns out that your bar is a place where people who want to be freely nude and enjoy playing together consensually can be interrupted by hecklers and worse besides, then the entire draw of Nude Revelry suddenly seems dangerous. For me, this bar/sex dungeon failing would suck, but 350 grand would be a write-off, but you might lose everything, and I wouldn't want to let you twist in the wind.

"So, what do we do about it? I suggest that you confine any playing to private rooms with locks, keys, secure lockers for clothing, the works. After all, while this community has its um...libertine tendencies, you want to equally appeal to people who just want a good drink and meal while watching sports, music, live entertainment...hey, maybe people who are into that could un-fog the glass leading into their rooms if they want people to watch. That would be some live entertainment wouldn't it?"

Dani chuckled a moment before continuing, "I also suggest hiring Alex as a bouncer for this place when he's off-duty. I had offered to make him my bodyguard, however I think he would be more of use here. Plus, two full time bouncers at the door to check IDs. No under 21s in this establishment, periodt. Plus, if we limit under 21s, we can perhaps contract with a local dispensary to host some of their product here, for people who don't want just drinks. Which, as I mentioned on the phone, are going to be your cash cow, with a 400% margin possible."

@Xerxes I

 

[captain_bond]

Holly Fenchurch-Yates did not like many things about California, but she had to admit the beaches made up for a lot. Who would, she felt, trade the stony, shingled beaches with their grey lapping sea and constant drizzle for the shoreline and blue ocean and gently lapping surf of Pleasant Beach? Why Daddy had accepted the position, that took him and Mummy and herself half way across the world, to this land of blazing sun, constant obsession with muscles and whiteness of teeth, strident nationalism and ultra-commercialism she had never been able to fathom. She missed the gentle English mist rolling across the dell, the soft rain, the emerald green grass.

But the beaches... these she liked.

She walked along the shoreline, her sandals clutched in her hand, her white, soft English feet cooled by the salt waters, the sun warm on her back. Every few paces she twitched at the rear of her swimsuit - it was in a plain black, relieved only by a small design of stylized orchids, as plain and as modest as she had been able to find, yet still not modest enough so that she was forever fretting her buttocks were escaping from the rear and hastily tugging it down. Only for this downward tug to convince her it was now too low at the cleavage, and she was forced to yank the neckline upwards to hide as much of her small, milky white breasts as possible.

"Hey, leave it alone," came a raucous voice from a few meters out to see. The three suntanned youths (everyone here seemed to be nut brown with perfectly even tans, she'd noticed, even in winter) "show us a bit of them puppies, why don't ya"

"And a bit more of the buns, too, already," added the second youth.

"Shit, why dontchya take it off, an' have done with it?" added the third.

She knew what the three youths looked like, for she'd passed them earlier. Now she did not acknowledge their presence. Simply blushed, her pale English skin turning a deep red, as she desperately willed herself not t twitch at the suit again, either upwards or downwards, which would, she knew, only encourage them more. Her nose i the air she continued her strde, as if she might convince them she hadn't even heard their mocking words, though she knew this was a forlorn hope, if only by the redness of her blush.

If only, she wished, her face was as cool as her feet.

She tensed, wondering if they might follow her.

Alex had decided to go on foot along the beach, instead of using his cruiser or a pickup that was parked at the station for beach patrol. He had switched to his long pants, so he looked more like a proper policeman than before. He smiled and waved at the various residents, and recognized a few high-profile faces from when he had been alerted to various "VIPs" and to be on the lookout for people trying to hurt them, specifically.

So he indeed recognized the British-born socialite as his eyes swiveled to the left and spotted the three frat boy-types starting to follow her--I should have known those three from the Revelry had friends, he thought ruefully as he clicked his radio and called backup to the nearby area--and adjusted his walk to pass close to Holly. He smiled and asked, "Are those men bothering you, Miss Fenchurch-Yates?"

Well, these three meatheads seemed as unconcerned by Alex's presence as their friends had been. "Nah, Mr. Officer sir, we're just having a bit of fun," one of them said, the trio now out of the water and on the sand. But the lie was shattered by how the other two seemed to be trying to get around behind Alex, and one of them tried to tackle him--at which point he just sidestepped and let the thug bowl over the first man. While they were untangling themselves from each other, the remaining guy tried to run, but one of Alex's fellow officers stopped him at the shoreline, saying, "Just where do you think you're going?" Meanwhile, Alex pulled the others apart and they were quickly cuffed, hauled off and read their rights.

"Ugh, tourists. Specifically sex tourists, probably. I'm sorry about that, this is my first full day here but I get the idea that most, if not all residents are not so belligerent and will respect your right to wear or not wear what you want, when you want. Orange County Sheriff Corporal Alex Manley, at your service, ma'am. Is there anything I can do for you? Perhaps offer you a ride home?"

 

[KittKatt]

Oliver watched the interaction between Alex and Dani curiously, wondering what exactly the relationship was. The Corporal hadn't expressed any possessiveness when he'd flirted with Dani, nor had they objected to his flirt. Further, Dani's lovely legs crossed and uncrossed, flashing him a glimpse up their dress that offered a lovely view of their sex, a signal that was hard to mistake for anything other than a tease. His tongue caressed over his lips briefly before his eyes returned to hers, shifting into a more businesslike mindset despite the growing erection. Dani's energy and mannerisms were interesting, and a sixth sense told him there was far more than met the eye there.

"Mr. Crisswell," Dani said, then whispered, "I presume" in case Oliver wanted to correct or elaborate on their understanding of Ollie's pronouns without drawing attention. "You have an interesting idea for an establishment here." Then they took a sip of an old fashioned with bacon that they'd ordered at the bar. "However, what I've just witnessed"- that had actually frozen them to the spot in point of fact, as they wondered how it would feel to be helplessly tied to a table while presenting as "female" and be jeered at by hooligans, or worse if Alex hadn't been there- "is deeply troubling.

Ollie gave them a smile. "Ollie is fine." he said, taking a sip from his wine glass. "But if you insist, I'll take masculine or neutral terms." He added, sensing that was the clarification they desired. "Do you prefer Dani, or...?" Her tone turning to business as well, he leaned his slim hips against the bar, letting her go through her process of thought. "Your offer is fair. And likewise, I've been attempting to come up with a solution that would offer more safety and security to those playing in the dungeon spaces without causing too much detriment to the overall layout and floorplan. The open space offers a great deal of flexibility, but it may need to be partitioned up in order to better serve kink needs."

At the suggestion of windows to view into the rooms, Ollie grinned. "I certainly delight in the idea. Live entertainment is half the fun." He chuckled, biting his lip a little as he mused. "A local dispensary would be a welcome addition. I do turn a profit between the well-behaved sex tourists and the locals, which is already fantastic for a food service location in the first decade of operation. Additional income could fund expansion projects." Oliver paused, musing over the addition of security. "I'd be open to hiring Alex on, if he wants to take on extra work with his current duties. Further security is necessary, but staff is expensive. I pay them fairly, and ensure they get benefits to stay happy and healthy. Nonetheless, security of the bar is an investment in the end, and one we need large returns on." The fact that they were taking careful effort to give solid thought and effort into this conversation was a selling point, on top of their expertise being attractive. And their clear intent to preserve his livelihood was appreciated, clearly, in his smile. Not many investors were so caring.

"I agree, I have no interest in allowing anyone under 21 in the building." For a moment Ollie was quiet, gazing through the space in front of them. "Originally this warehouse had a walkway level above the main. Hence the high ceilings." he said, gesturing upward. "A second floor could be added, an open-air second section that would maintain a sense of openness, but would be easy to secure with staff at the stairway. But I'm no architect or designer, though one could be hired."

The young man paused again before looking back to the pretty face before him. "Your business skill and interest is obvious." he commented quietly, a finger absently fiddling with the little bell on his collar. "Ultimately, I was a streamer and IT professional before my parent's deaths a few years ago, and I need someone with the right skills to help me here. I love this place, but it needs the work. I mostly wanted to meet you to make sure that you weren't just interested in writing a check and being a partner, but actually willing to step in and help me - clearly you are." With another bright smile, he offered them his hand. "If you're serious, I'd be happy to have someone with your passion and skill as a partner."

 

[CasualVelociraptor]

"I do prefer Dani with an 'I', though occasionally I can do ‘Danny.’ And if you insist, I would like to be referred to in neutral terms, masculine terms when I let you know...or feminine terms (in particular circumstances)," Dani winked. "I'm glad we understand each other in that regard," Dani smirked, a small smile playing across their face, their thumb sliding up and down their drink. "Oh, get out of town! I stream some Xbox Series X games in my spare time. I'm DaniTACULAR on Twitch and YouTube," she then piped up in the middle of what he was saying, and noted the fact that they were both orphans, despite not knowing how to follow up on that part.

Then Ollie started talking business again, and Dani leaned in and listened intently. "I'm glad you've taken my advice seriously, Ollie. And while I may have good business sense in general, you know your business better than anyone, and based on your ideas you seem like a good partner indeed. I also may have underestimated the potential of this place. So, I'm prepared to sign a modified contract right now that offers $700,000 instead of $350,000 to accelerate physical and human capital expansion for the Nude Revelry, provided the following..."

Dani grinned widely now. "One, I would like a royalty of $1 on every drink so I get a little taste of the profits, until I recoup all of my initial investment. You should still have 300% profits, and that motivates us both to sell a lot of drinks, which is what we both want to do anyway, and what you're already good at.

"Two, I would like you to consider changing the name and logo once construction completes on the second floor. mainly because we can then heighten the buzz by advertising the relaunch all over social media. I can pull some strings with some design firms I've worked with before and then throw some ideas your way soon.

"And three..." Dani purred in their ear. "You take me to your private room and fuck me until you're ejaculating air and I can't walk. I would say shake on it, but perhaps you can do an erotic dance and kiss me to seal this deal."

 

[KittKatt]

I do prefer Dani with an 'I' occasionally And if you insist, I would like to be referred to in neutral terms, masculine terms when I let you know...or feminine terms (in particular circumstances)," Dani winked.

Ollie laughed at their similarities. "Oh really?! I stream on PC, controllers never made sense to my hands. Maybe we can find a way to collaborate." He joked, taking another sip of wine, lips stained a little red. He tried not to linger on the mental image of their legs wrapped around his head, sitting on his face while gaming."I'm OliverKissed on Twitch." He added with a rueful smile, only feeling a little bad for the terrible Oliver Twist joke. "And potentially OnlyFans, if I decide to go that route. I'm a slut, what can I say?" This time his smile was definitely more naughty than previously. "And absolutely, just tell me what you like to be called, and I'll make sure you hear it." A little playful wink made it clear he'd be happy to accommodate their preferred names however they liked.

As the number doubled, Ollie's mouth dropped open a little bit, surprise clear on his features. That kind of money would be more than enough to begin the rework the Nude Revelry needed, and he felt a touch of pride as they acknowledged his skill in his business. "Thank you, I... I'm happy to hear your conditions." He nodded.

The first condition was easy, and he nodded readily. "Absolutely, drinks bring in enough that paying a royalty on them shouldn't be an issue." he agreed, and his finger tapped his lips a little at the second condition. "I suppose a rebrand couldn't hurt - something to fit a reworked menu and new design for the space." He mused, eyes wandering the room before returning to their features in time for them to bring up the third and final condition.

Their purr and the look in their eyes made him flush, and a little whimpering moan slipped from his lips, quiet in the busy room. "Mmm, you drive a hard bargain. I'd accuse you of taking advantage of me, but I think I'd really, really like that." His cock stirred to life again, becoming hard and thick, easily an impressive sight. Crossing around the bar, he offered them his hand, stepping toward the side hallway that led back toward the private apartment above the bar. "I'd be happy to entertain you in whatever way you can think of." He purred in return, leaning in close, his body pressed to hers. His skin was soft, and his slim form was a blend of curve and muscle, soft in all the right places and defined in others. Aside from his head, there wasn't a hair in sight.

"Just promise me you'll make sure I'm sore tomorrow too."

 

[Alan23]

"Ugh, tourists. Specifically sex tourists, probably. I'm sorry about that, this is my first full day here but I get the idea that most, if not all residents are not so belligerent and will respect your right to wear or not wear what you want, when you want. Orange County Sheriff Corporal Alex Manley, at your service, ma'am. Is there anything I can do for you? Perhaps offer you a ride home?"

Holly was all at once relieved, excited and disconcerted by the officer's intervention. Relieved because the youths had, she felt sure, been planning to follow her and as she had seen they had a slight propensity towards violence. Excited because... well, the fascinating thought popped into her mind, what girl with the merest hint of romance in her soul (and Holly's had more than a mere hint!) could not relish the idea of a handsome, well-muscled man coming to her rescue, easily defeating the ruffians (Holly was perhaps the last person in the world still able to use the term "ruffian" without irony!) and then behaving with such chivalry and politeness?

It was the sort of thing that happened often in her dreams.

And this was where the word "disconcerted" came in.

For, in these dreams, the gallant paladin that had come to her succor would fling her on a white horse (or, perhaps, usher her into a vintage Rolls Royce, or escort her aboard his yacht, for the milieu of her nocturnal fantasies varied somewhat) and off they would ride, or drive, or sail, through romantic forests, twisting country roads or billowing surf.

Yet, in these dreams, when asked if she wished to take advantage of such an offer she replied always with wit, charm and grace. Whereas now, she was reduced to a stumbling, stammering wreck, overawed by Sheriff Manley's (good grief, even the name made her shiver with delight) rugged masculinity and protectiveness.

"Yes, I... n-n-no they... I'm sure they d-didn't... thank you for... I..."

Heavens, why did her body always have to let her down at such times? It was always the same. On the rare occasions when she managed to get talking to a man, she started to tremble, stammer, bite her lip, blush a deep beet red. She worried that her legs were too thin, her bosom too small, her hair a mess, that her voice, high and squeaky enough at the best of times, became a ridiculous, childish warble like that of a cartoon character. That her nipples had hardened (and to her mortification she was sure this was obvious through the thin material of her swimsuit) and that even, she was equally (or perhaps even more) sure, she could feel the merest patch of damp at its gusset even though (since she had not ventured into the surf during her walk) the rest of it was bone dry!

"M-My name's Holly... I..."

She recalled he already knew that. Knew her whole name, in fact. Though perhaps (she hoped) giving hi her first name would be taken more as an invitation to use it rather than a revelation she was to nervous even to understand what he'd said to her. "Holly," she repeated, going with that, "I m-mean Fenchurch-Yates is a bit... it's quite a mouthful, isn't it?"

She could hear her own voice, like that of a duckling on helium, and this made her face burn even hotter.

She did not, in truth, need a ride. The walk back to Daddy and Mummy's beach side apartment would take her five minutes at most, and she should, she knew, have refused.

So, she wondered, why could she now here her own voice saying:

"Well, actually, if it's n-n-n-not too much out of your way, perhaps I might... I... I've never been in a police car b-before, you see, so..."

 

[captain_bond]

Alex watched her with a friendly smile, and when she started to break down his heart went out to her. This is exactly the sort of sexual repression that inspired his sex-positive and pro-woman blogging, and his volunteer work beforehand. The fact that he was what was considered a typical man, physically speaking--and a cop to boot--only increased his popularity, as the internet had waited for the potential other shoe to drop--the one that would have outed him as a pretender, a fox in the hen house, a misogynist masquerading as a feminist--and then it didn't, and from that point on his fans loved him.

Regardless, he stepped forward and embraced Holly, both because he felt she needed it after what happened, and because he felt at least a small degree of affection for her. "Holly it is, then," he said softly, his voice carrying no hint of judgment or any other negativity regarding her behavior; in fact, he found it rather endearing. He registered the hardened nipples and the slight dampness, and wondered if she just needed a little bit of coaxing to break free of the shell her environment and no doubt her parents had encased her in, damn her own wishes on the matter. "The afternoon has barely begun. I would hate to see those hooligans--" Alex could use 'old person' words unironically too, "--ruin your day before it's even gotten underway. Perhaps we could walk together for a while. There's also a stable that my colleagues maintain, for beach patrol mainly, or when we have an event in town of some kind. Would you perhaps like to see it? It's just down the beach."

 

[CasualVelociraptor]

Ollie laughed at their similarities. "Oh really?! I stream on PC, controllers never made sense to my hands. Maybe we can find a way to collaborate." He joked, taking another sip of wine, lips stained a little red. He tried not to linger on the mental image of their legs wrapped around his head, sitting on his face while gaming."I'm OliverKissed on Twitch." He added with a rueful smile, only feeling a little bad for the terrible Oliver Twist joke. "And potentially OnlyFans, if I decide to go that route. I'm a slut, what can I say?" This time his smile was definitely more naughty than previously. "And absolutely, just tell me what you like to be called, and I'll make sure you hear it." A little playful wink made it clear he'd be happy to accommodate their preferred names however they liked.

As the number doubled, Ollie's mouth dropped open a little bit, surprise clear on his features. That kind of money would be more than enough to begin the rework the Nude Revelry needed, and he felt a touch of pride as they acknowledged his skill in his business. "Thank you, I... I'm happy to hear your conditions." He nodded.

The first condition was easy, and he nodded readily. "Absolutely, drinks bring in enough that paying a royalty on them shouldn't be an issue." he agreed, and his finger tapped his lips a little at the second condition. "I suppose a rebrand couldn't hurt - something to fit a reworked menu and new design for the space." He mused, eyes wandering the room before returning to their features in time for them to bring up the third and final condition.

Their purr and the look in their eyes made him flush, and a little whimpering moan slipped from his lips, quiet in the busy room. "Mmm, you drive a hard bargain. I'd accuse you of taking advantage of me, but I think I'd really, really like that." His cock stirred to life again, becoming hard and thick, easily an impressive sight. Crossing around the bar, he offered them his hand, stepping toward the side hallway that led back toward the private apartment above the bar. "I'd be happy to entertain you in whatever way you can think of." He purred in return, leaning in close, his body pressed to hers. His skin was soft, and his slim form was a blend of curve and muscle, soft in all the right places and defined in others. Aside from his head, there wasn't a hair in sight.

"Just promise me you'll make sure I'm sore tomorrow too."

"Well, since I'm a console gamer, I know my way around many a joystick," Dani chuckled, biting their lip moments later. Then they gave a mock gasp of, "Me, taking advantage of your nudity in your nude bar? Never."

Moments later, however, they did by lightly gripping Ollie's cock in their dainty hand and as they began stroking his shaft and balls they said, "I don't intend anything less than making you bed bound tonight and tomorrow, whereupon I'll drink all your protein shake for breakfast in bed. Oh, and I intend for you to unload inside me until I'm overflowing too, as I...do not have the...baggage that would make such an endeavor risky, if you have a recent STI test. If that's procured, then lead the way."

That was the only hint Dani was willing to give that they were infertile.

 

[KittKatt]

"Well, since I'm a console gamer, I know my way around many a joystick," Dani chuckled, biting their lip moments later. Then they gave a mock gasp of, "Me, taking advantage of your nudity in your nude bar? Never."

Ollie laughed, the sound clear and crisp before turning into a gasped moan as they wrapped their hand lightly around his cock, stroking him slowly, giving equal attention to shaft and balls. He melted against them a little, one hand clutching at their hip needily. "Mmm, music to my ears." Ollie groaned. "I was tested just a week or so ago, and nothing to worry about, so..." He gave them a grin. "If you're going to drain me dry, I think we better get started."

With a soft tug on their dress, both as a sign of how badly he wanted it off of them, and to guide them along without drifting so far as to pull his cock from their hand, Ollie took them around the corner and up some stairs to the apartment above the bar. It was a clean, tidy little place, a comfortably-sized studio, with a queen bed on a raised dais on one side, various restraints, strapons, crops, and other toys on shelves and hooks on the wall nearby - clearly kink was part of Ollie's life in every aspect. Across the room, a desk hummed with a computer, asleep. A small table sat where the hardwood turned into tile in the kitchen, and a door opened into a bathroom, where a large walk-in shower and clean tile could be seen.

"Welcome to my humble abode." Oliver announced cheekily. As the door closed behind them, he turned, sinking slowly to his knees, eyes on Dani's as he pressed a slow, sensual kiss to their inner thigh. "So, where do you want me...?" His voice trailed off as his eyes swept them, still worshiping the soft skin of their thigh.

 

[CasualVelociraptor]

Dani's eyes widened with surprise and delight at the, to put it lightly, accoutrements in Ollie's room. "I...apparently need to do some shopping," they quipped. They weren't that much into kink, but the few things they liked- gentle restraint, spanking, soft domming- seemed to be perfectly within Ollie's wheelhouse as much as the other, harder stuff.

That gentle yet commanding hip grab that led them to his bedroom had started Dani thinking they would be extremely compatible, and that began to warm their crotch, more so than they already were revved up from how Alex had fucked them. But, again, this person was the only non-binary person they'd met and wanted to fuck in this town, which was the amazing thing, and so Dani loosened their muscles, moved a little suggestively through the room (almost like a dance), and made their eyes wander suggestively. Most importantly, they started imagining calling Ollie "daddy" as he or they restrained and dominated them in a variety of outfits, with a variety of outifts for Dani depending on whether they felt more masculine or feminine at the time...the thought of which almost made Dani masturbate their shaved pussy right then and there.

Instead, in an unusual mix of dominant and sweet, they pointed in an authoritative manner at the handcuffs on one of the shelves and said, "Your investor needs you to lie back on the bed while I restrain you, so I can...fully audit your books." They said this while lightly caressing and then slightly squeezing his balls.

 

[KittKatt]

Dani's eyes widened with surprise and delight at the, to put it lightly, accoutrements in Ollie's room. "I...apparently need to do some shopping," they quipped. They weren't that much into kink, but the few things they liked- gentle restraint, spanking, soft domming- seemed to be perfectly within Ollie's wheelhouse as much as the other, harder stuff.

Ollie gave them a grin. "You're more than welcome to try before you buy here." He teased, watching their eyes as they wandered his form, making him shiver a little in pleasure. He loved being looked at, being on display, and especially when his partner was clothed. The contrast in power and their clothed bodies made him throb, and the scent of their soft skin teased at his nose as he kissed their thigh.

"Mmm." Ollie hummed with pleasure as their hand wrapped around his balls. A slight squeeze caused him to gasp and groan, knees shuddering a little at the sensation of pressure and the little delicious mix of pain and pleasure. He lingered for just a moment, enjoying their playing, dominant touch, and even moreso the sweet commanding tone they used with him. "Keep talking to me like that and I'll have to figure out an honorific for you." He teased, crawling toward the bed and wiggling his ass, smooth and toned, back at them as a tease before rolling onto his back offering his limbs for bondage.

 

[CasualVelociraptor]

Ollie gave them a grin. "You're more than welcome to try before you buy here." He teased, watching their eyes as they wandered his form, making him shiver a little in pleasure. He loved being looked at, being on display, and especially when his partner was clothed. The contrast in power and their clothed bodies made him throb, and the scent of their soft skin teased at his nose as he kissed their thigh.

"Mmm." Ollie hummed with pleasure as their hand wrapped around his balls. A slight squeeze caused him to gasp and groan, knees shuddering a little at the sensation of pressure and the little delicious mix of pain and pleasure. He lingered for just a moment, enjoying their playing, dominant touch, and even moreso the sweet commanding tone they used with him. "Keep talking to me like that and I'll have to figure out an honorific for you." He teased, crawling toward the bed and wiggling his ass, smooth and toned, back at them as a tease before rolling onto his back offering his limbs for bondage.

"And I'll have to figure out a pet name for you, because you may need to get used to sleeping at my mansion half the week so I can be inseminated daily right in my tight pussy that is half in this business with you, and feel bred by the man I'm also going to be in business with, even though I cannot be. It allows me to have more fun with that fantasy. You dig?" Sadly, he probably does, Dani realized as they worried a few more weeks of this might produce something she couldn't contain. "But I think $700,000 buys me a bull who will ride me anytime he wants, doesn't it?" Dani asked with the confidence and prowess of a businessperson who was used to getting what they wanted by whatever means of persuasion was necessary, which was sometimes kept hush hush. And they had the energy of a cowperson, no doubt.

"But first, young man," Dani laughed while lowering their zipper to pull out their breasts, and then helping him cuff his hands and bind his feet with...a velvet rope- they weren't into actual rope, "I am going to put you out to stud, but in my mouth." Then Dani began to growl hungrily, "I will make you know that this contract means, you and your hot, hard, delicious cock that you flaunt about in public and on TV and TikTok[1] with such earned pride and is the real Eighth Wonder of the World that I know more than a few women have come to see in a way that you're too sweet to take advantage, are all mine anytime. And I don't have your restraint. You are not going anywhere until I have fucking drained your babies into every hole I have!" Since they'd admitted they were infertile, he could flip that switch for them.

"But I'll start by continuing my oral examination of your horse sized cock, my goodness! Good thing I'm sure you have a lot of cum saved up. Were you just so turned on by the women at the bar that you knew you couldn't make into your throat sluts or cock sleeves that you knew I, a nonbinary person who you must have noticed was immediately attracted to you, would take the chance to be near this young man and invest in their business, just...for the chance...to suck that legendary cock? Or were you perhaps horny the entire day thinking of me coming over to buy in to your operations and your romp-erations?"

Dani lost all control, and promptly sucked Ollie's cock by first nursing the helmet with a lot of rolling tongue action around the entire glans. Then an up and down flick of their tongue along the underside, until they just couldn't help themselves and needed to stroke whatever they couldn't swallow in one breathless gulp.

[1]Ever since all mediums turned off all nudity restrictions to keep TikTok at bay, until TikTok caved to competitive pressure and started allowing public nudity posts.