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When Sarah walked into the bar, the last person she expected to see was Cannon, but on reflection, it was exactly his kind of place. The bartender was minding his own business, polishing glasses, while Cannon had a bottle and a glass to serve himself, and a TV to look at when the bottle lost his interest. Seeing her, and how she was coming up to him, he gave her a wan smile.

“Hey, Sarah,” he said. “Where’s Bill?”

“On another road trip,” Sarah sighed. “We had a fight and I’m here to drown my sorrows.”

She tried to make it sound funny, but she must not’ve done too good a job, because Cannon shifted the glass towards her end of the table and poured for her. At that invitation, Sarah could do nothing but pull a chair from another table and sit down across from the man.

“I wouldn’t worry,” Cannon said. “You two are a good couple. He probably just needs time to cool down, same as you’re doing.”

“I hope,” she replied.

“What can I get you?”

Sarah picked up the glass of whiskey he’d been polishing off. “A martini,” she joked before gulping it down.

Drinking corn liquor since age fourteen, his Jim Beam came as no shock to her.

Five such ‘martinis’ later, the bar had filled up with noisy drinkers, but Sarah hardly noticed them. She was lost in conversation with Cannon and no one disturbed the two. There wasn’t a drink on the market that could convince a leering drunk to take on Cannon.

Sarah liked that about him. She enjoyed the look of him—so venomous to rough men, but so attractive to her. His broad shoulders and the cat-like way he held himself despite his height and brimming muscles. She remembered what he was like in bed—

Stop that! Sarah told herself. She felt more than a little nostalgic for being his lover, but she wouldn’t cheat on Bill. But then, wasn’t it cheating what she was doing with Diane?

Sarah had convinced herself it wasn’t—Bill himself had started the whole Diane thing. It seemed only fitting that Sarah share her new ‘pet’ with him as soon as the time was right. But the time never seemed right to tell him; he was just so sensitive, so thin-skinned about everything.

Not like Cannon, callous and brusque, a real man’s man who greedily devoured whatever enjoyment he could get out of his life. Brutally efficient when he needed to be, but soft and loving in his own way—now there was a man who made Bill look positively limp-wristed.

Soon, as the liquor filled up her empty belly, Sarah found it harder and harder to take her eyes off Cannon. It was equally difficult for her not to remember being in bed with him, his cock as hard as those burgeoning muscles of his, moving into her like it had laid claim to her entire body.

He would bring her off as many times as she could take, then keep fucking her until he’d used her up and was ready to come himself. When Bill spurted, it was like he’d been defeated by her pussy, unable to keep fucking it like they both wanted, but Cannon had finished like a victorious fighter adding insult to injury, his jetting cum adding a last flare of sensation to her overexerted folds. Sarah always ended the night like a draft horse—rode hard and put away wet. And he’d fucked Diane too, she knew that much.

That thought wormed its way even deeper into Sarah than her echoing memories, making her wonder what kind of fuck Cannon poured into her. Obviously, it was time to go home. Go home and maybe call on Diane, use her instead of… anyone else to get rid of this risky lust.

She knew how men were. Bill would never understand her seeing another guy, but another woman, that would turn him on—she hoped. It would arouse Cannon, she knew. He didn’t care how she got her kicks, only that he got his as well… like some lord demanding tribute from a vassal.

Cannon moved to refill her glass, or their glass, since he’d been drinking from it as much as her, but Sarah waved him off. Drinking just buried her deeper under the feelings of aroused longing that were such a mistake to indulge. Sarah picked herself up from her seat and started to wish Cannon a goodnight, only to find that she was too inebriated for anything so genteel.

“Ooh!” she cried, stumbling over her own feet.

With that soft, flowing speed of his, Cannon was out of his own seat and catching her, one big hand capturing her arm to keep her from falling. Sarah blushed bright red, feeling like an idiot at being too drunk to walk to the door. She sagged against Cannon’s hulking body and waited there for the room to stop spinning.

“Thanks, Cannon.”

“It’s not a problem. I should’ve known you couldn’t put away that much, no matter how bad an argument you had. Come on, I’ll walk you home.”

Sarah didn’t like burdening him with her body after she’d already piled her problems onto him, but she knew she couldn’t make it anywhere without assistance. So she clung to Cannon’s thick, strong arm as they made their way through the streets. He ambled down the road with her teetering body in hand as easily as she would heft a purse.

“Cannon, how can I possibly repay you?” she asked. “First I ruin your night, then I make you drag me home. I feel like an idiot.”

“You didn’t ruin anything. All I had planned was finding the bottom of my bottle. You gave me something to do. Even if it was listen to how much you hate your marriage.”

“I suppose I do, don’t I?” Sarah asked quietly. “It’s funny how what we think makes us happy… and what we actually take pleasure in… they can be so different.”

“Is that what has you feeling guilty enough to down half a bottle of Jim? You’re enjoying something you shouldn’t be?”

Sarah flushed. He’d hit the nail right on the head. She never would’ve imagined that the sick, perverse things she did with Diane would become the highlight of her life, or that her relationship with Bill would end up so painfully anemic, but here she was, forced to admit it to Cannon and Jim Beam. In vino veritas.

As she swayed on her heels, lost in thought, Cannon spoke up to ease the tension: “As for thanking me, how about letting me use your john?”

“Of course. Of course.”

Thankfully she’d sobered up enough to fit her key into the lock, letting Cannon into the attractively furnished apartment she shared with her husband. It, and little else. She started to show him the way to the bathroom, but stumbled again.

Cannon moved with the same shocking speed as before, letting Sarah fall against him, her breasts flattening against his broad chest. She felt the warmth of his body, his musky masculine air permeating her nostrils, and had an experience of lust so potent that she almost moaned.

“God, I’m so clumsy!” she laughed nervously, righting herself and pulling out of his embrace.

“You just need to go to bed,” Cannon grinned with a chuckle of his own. “Sit down—I’ll tuck you in when I’m done making water.”

Sarah sat on the loveseat and he wandered off to find the bathroom on his own. Instantly, with drunken certainty, she knew what she had to do. Sarah picked up the phone from the endtable beside the couch—like a sign from God, it being right next to her—and dialed Diane’s number, which she knew by heart. Diane picked up on the first ring, like she’d been waiting for Sarah to call.

“Diane, get over here, now. I’m going to use you.”

“Yes, mistress!” Diane sounded orgasmic to receive the command. “I’ll be right over.”

“And Cannon’s going to use you too. We’re both going to fuck you, and watch you get fucked. Don’t expect to slack off—you’re going to satisfy both of us or I’ll cut you to ribbons.”

Sarah hung up. It seemed to take her a while to get the handset into its cradle. When she finally got it settled, Cannon was sitting next to her. He seemed to be very close. In fact, their thighs were touching.

It made Sarah more excited than she already was. God, she had to remember to hold herself back until Diane got there. She needed to explain things so Cannon would understand what she so dearly wanted, needed, from him. Him alone.

“You need to hit the head?” he asked her.

“No, I went back at the bar, remember?”

“Well then, let’s just get you put down for the night and I’ll be on my way.”

“Wait, Cannon—don’t go—I want to do something with you… make you an offer I couldn’t possibly make to my husband. Cannon, do you know that there are women who love other women? Even ones who love pain?”

Now that Sarah’d spoken about her double life, she couldn’t stop telling Cannon everything her husband wouldn’t hear.

***

They were waiting for her when Diane got there, casually smoking and talking. Sarah was wearing a robe, having taken a cold shower to sober up, but underneath it Diane saw stark black nylons and five-inch heels. It made Diane’s breath rush even more than it already was.

When Diane rang the doorbell, Sarah grabbed her by the lapels and hauled her inside roughly. She didn’t hug her or kiss her, despite them being lovers, because what Diane wanted from her had nothing to do with love. Sarah gave Diane a shove deeper into the apartment, then slipped her robe off, right on the other side of the front door.

Diane sucked in her next breath. The sight of Sarah’s sleek, womanly body excited her as much as she possibly could be without being touch. Tonight Sarah wore a sheer black bra, low-cut with most of her full breasts exposed. The matching panties were crotchless, while sensual nylons and high heels emphasized her beautifully slender legs.

She took Diane’s hand and led her to the bedroom. Cannon followed, his dark eyes gleaming on Diane’s luscious curves. “I’m going to share you, Diane. Only that’s not quite it. I’ve been enjoying you before now and I’m going to have Cannon enjoy you the same way. You’re going to submit to both of us, because he’s already liked both of us, so to make up for all the trouble you’ve caused, Diane, you’re going to help me give Cannon everything he deserves. And if you think I had a lot of frustration to take out on you, I bet you can’t wait to see what Cannon does with your pain freak ass. He’s probably going to ruin your dirty little pussy. I won’t be able to use it again after he’s done with it. But it’ll be worth it.”

In the bedroom, she undressed Diane, leaving on her translucent white panties. Cannon stripped as well, his body bold and muscular. The moment Diane’s breasts were out, Sarah took them in her hands, squeezing them as she pressed their bodies together—tits crushed together, her steaming pussy rubbing against Diane’s. She slid her tongue into Diane’s mouth and kissed her for a long moment, lustfully rutting against Diane and her swelling breasts and her sopping wet cunt.

The merest hint of Sarah’s ownership was enough to start a pleasurable helplessness in Diane’s body. Ever since Sarah had summoned her and casually announced that tonight, she was Cannon’s property as well, Diane had been filling with the desire to humble herself before her mistress, to kiss her feet reverently and please her and be a slave to her in every way she could be.

“Hand me that whip over there,” Sarah said to Cannon. “Wouldn’t you like to see me use it on her?”

Silently bemused, Cannon picked up the short black whip Sarah had indicated and held it out to her while Sarah continued pushing her cunt feverishly against Diane’s. The redhead only barely pulled herself back to take it. With the whip in her hand, her eyes blazed with ferocious anticipation.

“Kneel down and eat my pussy,” she breathed. “Lick an orgasm out of me, right now, in front of Cannon!”

Shuddering in ecstatic obedience, Diane got down on her knees and gripped Sarah’s nubile hips in her hands. She closed her eyes, letting her exquisite submission wash over her while she pushed her wet mouth onto Sarah’s burning cunt and licked her tongue into it hard.

She couldn’t believe that Cannon was watching her do it. Diane knew she was a slut, but she’d never felt like such an obscenely dirty whore before doing this, pleasuring her redheaded mistress like a bitch in heat, loving everything about it even without Sarah laying one finger on her.

The whip suddenly came down on Diane’s rounded ass. She cried out against Sarah’s thigh.

“Get me off, you bitch!” Sarah hissed, one hand gripping Diane’s head and forcing it brutally to her groin. “Get your tongue inside me, you dumb cunt, don’t just lick it like a Popsicle! Devour my pussy like the treat it is! Show Mr. Cannon how good it tastes, what a lucky girl you are to be allowed to put your tongue on it…”

Eyes filling with tears, her body quivering with the pain that centered on the hot lick of the whip on her ass, Diane pushed her mouth harder into Sarah’s wet pussy. The taste of it was shockingly sweet, Sarah’s cream perfuming her pubic hairs so that they gave Diane’s nose and tongue as much pleasure as her ass was in pain.

The redhead humped Diane’s mouth with obscene jerks of her slender hips—powerful, bestial pumps of her hot sex against Diane’s pretty face. Deep, animalistic grunts animated her throat. She lashed Diane’s ass again, swinging her whip in a vicious arc to bring a muffled scream out of Diane’s lips and into her snatch.

Then Sarah was orgasming in hard spasms, rubbing her cream into Diane’s features, dropping the whip so that she could crush her loving victim’s mouth to her womanhood with both hands. She ground their bodies together in an obscene dance, her proud breasts jiggling feverishly with the pleasure rippling through her.

“Ahh, you loving little bitch, that’s—hnnn!—good!” she gasped, orgasmic shudders pounding her body. She rode Diane’s face for minute after minute, receiving multiple climaxes from subjugating the girl, hunching slightly down to fuck Diane’s smearing lipstick across her mouth.

Then, with a deep heaving moan and a last savage pistoning of her burning cunt onto Diane’s numbed mouth, Sarah came down from her rapturous peak. She stepped aside, body quivering, and as if this were a ritual they’d endlessly performed, Cannon moved in to take her place above Diane’s bent body.