Just my luck, MMF cuck!

I occasionally visit a gay cruising bar, with entry through an Adult Shop that tended to cater for kinkier clientele. The website made it sound reasonably luxurious, but in reality, it was a bit rundown, with basic facilities, and not illuminated enough for my liking. Despite that, it was a clean and safe place, and drugs, tobacco and alcohol were not permitted, and there were free condom and lube stations in every room to encourage safe sex. The best nights to be there were, apparently, the regular "Naked Nights". But, of course, those nights were the nights I taught evening classes at TAFE. Just my luck!

I had been there several times, but had always come away feeling frustrated. The times that I did go, there were few other guys in there, and if I went with the intention of being a Bottom, everyone else was in the same mood. If I went there in a Top mood, there were no Bottoms to be found. I'd never been there in a switch mood, probably because I rarely experience that mood. I'm usually one way or the other, when it comes to my gay side. Just my luck!

Today, however, I woke up feeling lucky, very bisexual, and very very horny! And, on top of that, after nearly 2 weeks of brutal work deadlines, I finally had some time to get some executive relief.
After work I went home and ate and showered, and then headed to the cruise bar once peak hour traffic had died down. As usual, there were only five or six cars in the carpark, and I knew there wouldn't be many guys in the bar, given that two of those cars belonged to staff. But still feeling lucky, I went into the Adult shop anyway.

As I entered the shop, there's a guy making a purchase, and a younger FM couple hovering discretely and shyly nearby, waiting to purchase a strap-on. He was about my size, better looking than me, and a physique similar to what mine looked like, before I fell victim to middle-age spread. She was short with a stocky, but oddly sexually attractive figure, that wasn't quite chubby. She was wearing a short white Lycra dress, with a oversize denim jacket extending just below the hem line. It was probably his jacket.

The couple hadn't noticed me come in, and I stopped in the aisle next to them, listening to their conversation (a bit rude, I know, but that's me). It soon became apparent that she was the dominant partner in the relationship.

Purchase guy paid up and left, and just as the couple headed to the counter, another guy came out of the cruise bar, and reached the counter before them, to get his locker key deposit back. "I wonder what's in there?" she whispered to her sub.

As I said, I was feeling lucky and in a generous mood, so "Why don't you come in and have a look? I'll pay for your entry." Both of them nearly jumped out of their skins, not knowing I was behind them. Locker guy left, and I stepped forward, lifting the strap-on out of Sub's hands, and said to the guy behind the counter "This thanks, and three of us for cruise bar, and two lockers."

"She can't go in there, it's a gay bar." he answered, ringing up the price for the strap-on.

"Oh, come on! Who is she going to offend? We both know that the only guys in there tonight are probably those two old perv voyeurs who just about live there, and they would get off watching the cockroaches mating! Besides, she's really a transsexual. See, that's her cock you've got in your hand" pointing at the strap-on." The cockroach comment was a bit unfair, because as I said earlier, the place was always clean.

He laughed at that. "Okay, fair call, but don't go telling everyone" and he took my cash and passed us towels and locker keys. We entered the locker room, which is well lit, and I opened one locker and put the toy inside. I started stripping off and stashing my clothes in the other locker. Both of them were a bit taken aback with that, but I was horny, and stripping in front of a cute couple was a turn on. Both of them were looking away, while at the same time, trying to check me out.

"Um... do we need to strip as well?" she asked with some trepidation.

Tempting, though it was to answer in the affirmative, "Nah, tonight it's optional. I just enjoy being naked." They both looked relieved, but a glint in her eye told of a bit of disappointment at the same time.
Once fully naked I handed her the key to the locker with the toy in it. "That's yours, you can leave whenever you like, no obligations. Just don't forget to give the key back to the guy on your way out. Now, follow me."

Just as we entered the darkened corridor leading to the rooms, a couple of semi-naked older guys rounded the corner, heading to the locker room, and if they noticed that she was a SHE, they didn't show it. Maybe they thought she was just a crossdresser who we were about to have fun with?

I showed the couple the orgy room with gay movies playing on the big screen TV, the adjoining massage room (with one of the aforementioned pervs hiding in the shadows), the glory holes, the tea/coffee and internet room, and then upstairs to the BDSM room, which I could see interested her. Finally I showed them the private rooms, which were better lit and had double beds in them, and curtains for some privacy. The perv had discretely followed us after we left the massage room, but turned back as we entered the private room corridor. It was an unwritten rule that you didn't loiter near the private rooms, or open curtains if they were closed. "So, that's it. That's your first tour of a gay cruise bar."

"Is it always this quiet?" she asked.

"There's usually a few more here, but I guessed we missed peak hour when we passed those guys in the hallway." She stepped further into a private room, looking around for a few moments, obviously considering something.

"So....what are are you going to do now?" she asked.

"Probably head back to the internet room and look at some porn until someone else shows up or until I cum. I'm not in the mood to entertain the perv by wanking in the orgy room."

She considered some more and then finally reached a decision. Handing the key to her sub, she instructed him to "Go and get naked, and bring back the strap-on!"

"Yes Mistress!" he replied, and I realised that was the first time I'd heard him speak.

When he'd left, she asked me, a bit nervously "Would you like to play with my sub?" I just smiled.

"What's the deal between you and him?"

"We're married."

"Are you always in charge?"

"No, we take it in turns, one week as Domme, one week as Sub" but I couldn't help but get the feeling, that even when she was the Sub, she would be telling him how to dominate her. I asked her if they had threesomes very often, and she replied that they'd had one other session with another Domme, that was more like a training exercise for her. This was their first MFM/FMM.

She took off her denim jacket and patted the edge of the bed. "Let's have a look at you. I've never seen a cut cock in the flesh." I started getting hard as soon as she touched me, and got even stiffer as I noticed her dark nipples growing on her firm, smallish breasts behind the Lycra dress. "Mmm, nor one this big!" she purred.

Now, I've never had anyone complain about me being either too big or too small, so I think I'm average. It had me wondering just how small her husband's cock was. I'm not a size King or Queen. I prefer small breasts, and I love small cocks - so much easier to suck without gagging. I had my fingers crossed. Just as she started complaining about how long her sub was taking, we heard the jingling of a locker key approaching.

"Finally! what took you so long?" snatching the strap-on out of his hand. And just my luck - his cock looked to be only a couple of inches long and not very thick, although he was still soft.

"I got talking to a guy in the locker room."

"Did I say you could talk to anyone else? "

"No Mistress"

"That deserves punishment! And you also need to show your appreciation to this gentleman for showing us around, so bend over and start sucking!" as she shoved his head towards my groin, and then hiked up her dress, revealing that she was panty-less, and fitted the double ended strap-on. She then put a condom to it, applied some lube and started fucking him, none too gently either.

His blowing skills weren't very good, but watching her breasts jiggle under the lycra with every thrust was starting to work some magic on me. After initially grunting in some pain, he started moaning in pleasure, as the strap-on massaged his prostate. Knowing what was going to come next, I dragged him closer to the bed and maneuvered around until I was under him and took his now hard 4", uncut cock into my mouth. I think both of us were in bliss! A few more strokes from her, and he was having a prostate orgasm. I felt his spurts at the back of my throat. Oh, how I love that feeling!

"Oh, you pathetic, selfish little worm! Did I say you could cum before us? You deserve to be punished some more!" she admonished him. We swapped positions. "Eat me!" she demanded, shoving his face into her shaven pussy, and to me "You can fuck him as hard as you like! He deserves to be fucked hard!"

I put a condom on and lubed up, grabbed his hips and pushed my way in, a lot more gently than she had. His wasn't as tight as I was expecting, but I guess she had loosened him up with the strap-on. The three of us soon found a rhythm. She had her right hand holding his head to her pussy, and the other massaging her left breast. I reached forward and squeezed her right breast and pinched her nipple through the Lycra. I was almost ready to cum, and judging from his moaning, so was the Sub. I withdrew from his ass and slapped it. "Don't you dare cum before your mistress!" I stepped forward and pulled the top of her dress down, exposing her breasts. I latched onto one nipple with my mouth, and massaged the other breast with my hand. Before long her breath started coming in short gasps, and when her orgasm hit, she squeezed her legs hard around Sub's head.

As her bliss subsided, I instructed Sub to lie on the bed. "I'm going to show you how to fuck a woman properly." I told him. I got her to mount him and start fucking him. It was hot just watching them go at it, especially watching her breasts bouncing up and down. I put on a fresh condom, and when they were both moaning with pleasure, I leaned her forward, and somewhat awkwardly managed to climb behind them and pushed my cock into her pussy, on top of his, and started thrusting. It was a tight fit, but the sensation was amazing - the soft, velvet touch of her pussy on the top of my cock, and the hardness of his cock on the underside.

She started moaning loudly "Oh fuck! I always wanted to do this. Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Don't you dare stop! Oh fuck!" Now, the sub could hardly move, so I assumed she was talking to me, and there was no way I was going to stop. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" continued. I told the sub to squeeze her nipples, and I reached around her hip to find her clit. As soon as I touched it she went off like a rocket. The intense spasms of her pussy pushed Sub over the edge, and I could feel his spurts rushing up his urethra, through our cock-to-cock contact, and that set me off as well.

After three or four spurts, I pulled out, lifted her off Sub and rolled her on her back. Pointing at her cum-stained pussy I told Sub to "Clean up your mess!" As he started licking her out, her orgasm peaked again. I lined up behind him, and still hard and just coming down from my own orgasm, I entered him again and, just my luck, managed to have another, weaker orgasm.

"Enough, enough!" she mumbled, pushing him away.

I pushed Sub onto the bed "Now you can clean me up!" and pulling the condom off, I climbed on top of him, 69 style. We sucked each other for a few minutes, but I'd had enough. I knew it would be an hour or so before I would be up to another orgasm, so I kissed her on the forehead, gave his cock a squeeze and thanked them for a wonderful evening, and left them to recover.

As I was leaving the locker room, I slid a note with my email address into their locker. And, just my luck, the next day I got an email from them, thanking me and suggesting that a further meeting might be in order.