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A Smashing Introduction!

I awoke to the light of the sun filling my bedroom. I stretched and moaned with the feeling of filling my lungs with air and allowing my body to start the day. Getting out of bed, put my robe on and went into the bathroom to relieve myself. I looked in the mirror and felt I looked a great deal better than yesterday! I brushed my hair, my teeth and washed my face, refreshing myself. Walking into the kitchen, I made coffee and turned my phone on. I had three messages, so I listened to them. The first was from my mom, so I made note to call her. The second from a friend of mine and the third from Zach. “Cassy, it’s 7:12 in the morning. How about we make it breakfast instead of brunch? Call me if you agree. This is Zach, by the way.” I waited until I had some coffee in me to call him. Once I had my cup poured and sitting at my table, I returned his call. “Cassy! Good morning!” he greeted me. “Good morning, Zach. You’re up early or is this a regular thing for you?” “I’m normally up by 5:30. I do my work out and get ready for my day. How about you? How did you sleep, or did you?” “Yes, I did the sleep of the dead to coin an old phrase, and as far as breakfast over brunch, that will be fine. I just need to get my shower and get dressed. Is this a casual breakfast or should I dress up some?” “It’s casual. A little place, I know,” he said with a chuckle. “What time?” I asked. “How about an hour? Is that satisfactory?” “I just sat down with my first cup of coffee, can we say an hour and a half?” I asked. “Done. See you then, Ms. Bainbridge.” I disconnected the call, laid the phone down and drank a sip of coffee. Then it came to me to check something on the internet. Going to my computer case, I pulled out my laptop and went to Google. Typing in Sex Clubs in the Denver area, I pressed the enter button. There were several listings about sex clubs in Denver and some were swinger’s clubs, but nothing like what Zach explained and then I remembered he said they were very exclusive clubs, so I was sure there would be nothing on the internet. I finished my coffee and got ready to meet Zach. As I was walking from my bedroom, there was a knock on my door. Opening my front door, Zach stood there, smiling. “Very punctual, Mr. Palmer!” I joked. “As are you, Ms. Bainbridge.” I pulled the door shut behind me and we departed. Zach drove us to a little bistro in the Columbia Heights district, which is a beautiful area with small, individually owned businesses. The bistro was decorated simply but charming at the same time. There was one woman seating and taking orders. She guided us to a table in the rear of the building, handed us two simple menus and said she’d be right back. Zach and I looked the menu over and made our decisions. “What looks good to you, Cassy?” he asked. “I think I’d like to have the avocado toast with a poached egg,” I answered, “What about you?” “I think I’ll have the same, but with some bacon. I need protein to,” he said, smiling. The woman returned, took our orders and disappeared again. “What do you have on your agenda today, Cassy?” he asked. “I need to do some laundry and I also need to call my mom. She called last night and I haven’t called her back yet. Do you ever talk with your family?” I asked. “Yes, I call my parents often. Believe it or not, we’re pretty close even though we’re not physically close. In fact, I have a trip scheduled home in,” he picked up his phone and checked his calendar, “three weeks. You should add that to your calendar also, so you know when to be ready,” he stated, matter-of-factly. I looked at him, surprised. “So, I can be ready? What are you talking about?” I asked. “You’re going with me, Cassy,” he again stated as if it was a done deal. “I am? Why is this the first I’ve heard about this?” I asked. “Cassy, you’re my Executive Assistant,” he paused, looking at me, “and hopefully my girlfriend. Of course, I want to take you home with me and introduce you to my family.” I sat back in my seat, caught totally off-guard by this declaration. “Zach, while I’m well aware that I’m your assistant, we’re still talking about this other aspect, the girlfriend thing. I’m still deciding if I can be this woman you want me to be, which, I will confess, I’m having a few issues with.” “Really? Like what?” he asked. I looked around at the other tables, trying to assess how much they could hear and if I felt comfortable talking about this here. I decided I didn’t want to. “Can we talk about this back at one of our apartments? Somewhere less,” I paused and looked around again, “public?” “Of course. I’m sorry to make you uncomfortable. That was not my desire, Cassy. Bottom line, I want you to go with me to meet my family, okay?” “Possibly, but we need to talk first,” I said. Our food arrived, and we became quiet, eating our breakfast. The coffee was excellent and the food delicious. Any conversation we had was surface conversation. Nothing too deep or involved. Once we completed our meal, Zach paid the bill, and we returned to his car. “Can we talk about this now, Cassy? I mean, can we go back to your place,” he paused, smiled and said, “or mine.” “Let’s go to your place. I haven’t really had a good look at your place, just a general view.” “My place it is,” he said and started the car. He picked up his phone and texted someone, but didn’t share, and I remained silent about it. He drove with confidence and skill, moving through traffic as a veteran driver would. Soon, we were in the loft’s parking garage. Leaving the car, we moved to the elevator and as we were walking, Zach came close to me and took my arm. “May I?” he asked, gentlemanly. “You may,” I answered with a smile. He might be a voyeur and exhibitionist, but he is a gentleman, I thought. As we ascended in the elevator to the 5th floor, his hand drifted from my arm, down my back to my butt, caressing it and then a little smack. “Oh!” I said, jumping in surprise, “What was that for?” “A love tap,” he answered, looking forward and smiling. It didn’t hurt, it was just surprising. “Did I do something to deserve punishment, Zach?” He shook his head, “No. Absolutely not. That is a method of showing affection, but I remember you said you were fairly naïve about sex, so I’m sorry I caught you off-guard.” “You don’t have to apologize, Zach. It didn’t hurt, and yes, I am naïve about this, which is what’s causing me some hesitation about your desires and proposals.” “I’m aware, Cassy. I promise I will answer all the questions you have and I will be totally up front with you. I want you to feel free and comfortable in this, not scared. That serves neither of us,” he said. The elevator stopped, we got out and went to Zach’s door. He opened it and allowed me to enter, then he followed. “Let me take your coat,” he said, extending his hands. I handed him my coat, and he placed both of them on the coat rack. He turned to me, smiled and asked, “Would you like more coffee? Or perhaps water, juice?” “I’m good for now, Zach,” I answered. We moved to the sofa and sat facing each other. “Please, tell me your concerns,” he asked. I gathered my thoughts and then said, “My chief concern is having sex with other people. People I don’t even know! I don’t know if I could do that, Zach. I don’t know if I want to do that!” “Fair. So, tell me what is making you hesitant about it? Is it this idea that you have to be in love with someone before you can have sex with them? Or perhaps some religious stories about sin? Do you know why you’re hesitant?” he asked. I thought for a moment and a knowing came to me. “Zach, I was raised in a home where sex was to be between two people who love each other. Where they desire to create life and a family. Not just to fuck for pleasure. Now you come along with these ideas that totally rock that boat and make me a little uneasy about it all. It makes me feel cheap, and like a prostitute of sorts,” I said. “I see. If I may point some things out about those ideas, Cassy?” he asked. “Yes, I’m willing to listen.” “Good. When we’re children, we are told about how life is supposed to be according to old stories that came from eons ago. Stories that were handed down from generation to generation and perpetuated in society. They base those stories on religious tales of the Ten Commandments and right and wrong, of judgments from a deity who is contradictory at best. These stories were created to control the people and to ensure that they paid their time in church. That they paid their ‘tithings’ to a church that was steeped in money and power. They would do anything to keep the people in line, telling the commoners they were not worthy of speaking to God, even though they too were supposedly the ‘children of God’. What father would deny listening to their child? Only a poor one, for sure. Cassy, what I’m telling you is that your belief and what is blocking you now, are stories from other generations, when times were much different and people didn’t think for themselves. They gave their power to kings and popes or bishops. Today, we think for ourselves, or at least some of us do. This is what I’m asking you to do, think for yourself.” I sat there, thinking about what he said and how it made sense. I was using the old stories I had lived by since I was a child, and why wouldn’t I? They guided me through life so far. Do I question them now? Should I explore outside of the imaginary boundaries I have set for myself? I could feel a part of me crying out for freedom, for experiences, but the larger aspect of me was holding firm. “I understand what you’re saying and it makes sense, Zach, however it goes against everything I have believed for my lifetime. This isn’t something I can just throw away because you tell me another story, even though it makes sense.” “I understand. It took me time also, but I was also alone, doing it myself with no help to answer questions that might come up, and make no mistake, questions will come up. When you make changes this large, you will have an internal battle waging and you’ll have questions. Cassy, if you allow me, I will be here to help you,” he said with passion and I knew he would do exactly as he said. Looking down at the floor, I thought about what he had said. Do I want to challenge the fabric of my existence? Isn’t that what I would be doing? “Cassy?” Zach called. I looked up at him, our eyes connecting, and something within his eyes gave me a peaceful feeling that washed all over me. “Yes?” I answered. “Do you have questions for me?” he asked. “Zach, I have questions for you and for me. The biggest questions are for me, I believe.” “May I ask what they are?” I took a breath and began, “Zach, as I said, these stories as you call them are what I have built my life on, what I have used as guidance since I could think for myself and now you come along and tell me they are lies or perhaps mistruths is a better term. You have different stories you think I should believe…” He interrupted me, “No, Cassy. I didn’t say I thought you should believe them. I told you the truth as I know it, what explains why they were used for all this time. You may believe as you wish, but if you remain in your beliefs, as you believe now, what will you do with the contradictions now within you? The internal conflict between curiosity and old beliefs?” I looked at him, feeling torn between the very two areas he stated. My curiosity and my beliefs. “May I show you something that might answer your questions?” he asked. “Yes. What is it?” I asked. “It’s back behind the bedroom.” He stood and extended his hand. I reached out, taking his hand and allowing him to help me up. We walked into his bedroom and then into his closet, where he pushed on a section holding some clothing. It went in slightly and then popped open. Zach took my hand again and lead me into a hidden room with a lot of strange equipment. I looked around, not understanding what all this was, and apparently my look conveyed my confusion. “It’s a playroom, Cassy. I had it built for me.” “What kind of playroom and what is all this stuff?” I asked. He walked over to a bed that was near the center of the room, but this wasn’t a bed for sleeping. I could tell that right away since it was covered in leather. “This is a place where a person is secured in place and then others can have their way with that person,” he answered. “Their way?” I asked, “and what way would that be?” “Would you like a demonstration?” he asked. With some hesitation in my voice, I answered, “I guess. Is it safe?” He smiled and nodded, “Yes, it’s very safe. Remember me mentioning a safe word?” “Yes, I do. You said it was to stop all activities if I felt uncomfortable, right?” “Yes, that’s correct. Did you create one? The most common one is the word red,” he said. I hadn’t created one and since red was a common one; I figured that if I ever got into this type of playing, it would be a universally accepted one. “Red works for me,” I answered. “Alright, red it is. Do you want a demonstration?” There was a chill of fear and yet a thrill of the unknown as well. Something within me urged me to agree to it, so I did. “Yes, I would.” “Fine,” he paused, finally, “Take your clothes off!” he commanded in the stern voice. Since I had agreed to the demonstration, I complied. I removed my clothing piece by piece, watching his eyes as I did so. As each piece disappeared, the fire in his eyes became brighter, more wantonly. When I finished removing my panties, the last piece, I stood naked before him. “Climb onto the bed,” he commanded. I got up on the bed, which was a little higher than a normal bed, and laid down. He moved towards me, taking my left arm and fastening it into a padded strap that encompassed my entire forearm. It was impossible to move it. He repeated that step with the right arm and then moved to my legs. He strapped both of them down also, securing me to the bed. Fear and excitement were flowing throughout my body! Being in Zach’s control was both unnerving and totally exhilarating! My nakedness lying there, open to whoever could see me. Once I was secured, Zach departed the room! Fear shot through me, wondering why he was leaving me there. “Zach! Where are you going?” I cried out. His head came into view. “Calm down!” he commanded, “I’ll be back.” With that, I did as I was told. I lay there, unsure of what was coming next. I could hear noises coming from another part of the house and then what I thought was the front door shut. Did he just leave me here? He said he’d be back, but where’d he go, and what is he up to? These thoughts flooded my mind. Then I heard Zach’s voice. He was talking, but to who? It was only he and I, wasn’t it? Why did he open the door? I didn’t have to wait long before I got my answer. Zach walked back into the room and I relaxed some. “Where did you go? Did you leave the loft?” I asked. “Quiet!” he commanded. He walked over to the bed and pulled something that allowed the bed to separate into sections. He pulled on one section and my legs were pulled apart wide, allowing cool air to move to my core. A shiver ran through me. “Are you cold?” he asked. “It is cool in here. If I’m going to be lying here naked, can you turn up the heat a little, please?” I asked. “Oh, the heat is about to be turned up alright,” he answered, and left the room for a moment. When he returned, he brought with him another person. Another fully naked person! It was a tall, black man who was very muscular and large. As I gazed at him, my sights lowered to his manhood and I almost gasped at his size. “Zach!” I said, hesitation in my voice, “What are you doing?” “You said you wanted a demonstration. That’s what I’m giving you, a demonstration of more than just the bed,” he said, a fiery look in his eyes. I looked at his erection pressing into his pants and I knew this is what he was talking about. I was about to be fucked in front of him, at least I thought so. The man moved over toward me, placing his hand on my abdomen, lightly, and then began slowly walking around the bed, stroking my body as he moved. My skin became electric from his touch and it confused me why I was responding like this, but I was becoming highly charged and turned on with the possibility of what was about to happen! His hand arrived at my head and he paused his walk, moving his hand over my entire face, spreading his fingers wide, dropping one onto my lips. “Open,” he said. I wasn’t sure I could. My insides torn between my desires and my mind’s barriers. “Open!” he commanded, and my mouth flew open! His finger entered my mouth and probed around, moving over my tongue lightly, then with more pressure. Almost automatically, I began sucking on his finger. My mind had shut up and my body had taken over. I shook with excitement as his finger moved in and out of my mouth. Suddenly, his finger was removed, and his massive penis sat at my lips. Without hesitation, I opened, and he slid the tip into my mouth. Slowly at first, I licked and sucked what I could, feeling it grow as I did. He pressed more into my mouth and I took what I could until I felt my gag reflex activate. I turned my focus to my breathing and shut off the reflex, at least as much as I could. I was unaware of just how much of him I had inside my mouth, but I knew my mouth and part of my throat were filled with him. He placed his hands on either side of my head and held me in place, then began moving his penis, fucking my mouth. I focused on breathing in between thrusts, thus holding back the gagging. On one thrust, he held himself inside me, moving it around and then retracting. I swallowed my built-up saliva and took a breath. He withdrew his penis, lightly slapped my cheeks, and then placed his huge balls onto my mouth. “Take them,” he commanded. I knew I would not be able to take both of them into my mouth, but I did open and one could move inside. I sucked on it and flicked my tongue over it, feeling it move within my mouth and I knew I was making him feel good. This gave me satisfaction! I glanced over at Zach who was watching, mesmerized by what he saw. So, I’m pleasing BOTH of them! I thought, and that made me very excited. Maybe I CAN do this after all! The man withdrew his ball and continued exploring my body with his hand, stopping at my breast, touching the nipple, placing two fingers on either side of it and squeezing a little, then tugging on it with those fingers. The thrill of that was unreal! Nothing I had ever experienced before. Letting go of my nipple, he moved further south, stroking my belly again. This time my body responded by sucking in and then rising to meet his hand again. He knew I was his! He knew he had me so turned on that I would do whatever he desired! I was hoping he would pay some attention to my pussy, but he passed it up. Instead, moving lightly down my thighs, stroking me softly, erotically. The song Killing Me Softly flashed into my mind, and I knew that’s what he was doing. I was moaning and convulsing. When he got to the strap, he skipped right over that and went to my toes. I my feet were very ticklish, and I was afraid of what he was going to do, but he didn’t tickle me. He put my big toe into his mouth, biting it and sucking it, then using his tongue, he moved it over my foot and it felt amazing! Again, more shivers shot through me and I could feel my core cry for attention! I didn’t have long to wait. He lowered himself between my legs and his mouth found my wetness. I could hear him take in a deep breath and a sigh came from him. “Delicious!” was all he said. He worked my core until I was convulsing with orgasm after orgasm. I was crying out in pleasure and he hadn’t even entered me! After my third orgasm, he removed his mouth and repositioned himself. Taking his penis and laying it on my mound, he pressed it against my wetness and moved up and down, causing a pleasurable friction between us. I could feel his stiffness arrive and that made me moan again, knowing I was going to be entered by this massive cock! Could I handle it? I wasn’t sure. I looked down at what he was doing and saw him smiling at me, holding himself against me. Then he stopped, and I knew this was it! He backed up a little, looked down between our sexes and aligned himself with me. My heart was beating a thousand beats a second with the impending entrance. Then it touched me. I felt the tip move to spread my moisture around and then it entered, slowly at first. Little movements causing the cock to enter me inch by inch. At first, it felt like I was being stretched wide open and as his cock moved deeper, quaking happened. An audible moan came from within me and escaped my mouth. He withdrew about halfway and then moved forward again, going deeper this time, then retract and reenter. Soon, I was so lubricated and turned on that I cried out, “Please, give me all of it!” He did, and I swear I felt him in my uterus. That hurt when he hit my cervix, but it dissipated quickly. He was fully fucking me and I was literally out of my mind with pleasure! I looked over at Zach, whose attention was on the man, thrusting into me. He had his penis out of his pants, stroking it. I returned to my world and what was happening with me. Another orgasm was building rapidly. My breath came in jagged gasps and I was crying out. As his thrusts entered me, I cried out, “I’m… coming!” and my body shook with a convulsion I had never experienced before! I literally shook from head to foot! He continued pumping me, thrusting his penis into me, driving me back up to another orgasm. This continued for a long time. I was wondering how this man controlled his orgasm. Was he not feeling pleasure? Why hasn’t HE come? I asked myself. As my fourth orgasm exploded, so did he. I felt his come fill me up, and he thrust again and again, emptying his body into mine. I lay back, my eyes closed and my body racked with pleasure. “My god!” I said. Zach rose and came to me, his erection still pulsing with his release pending. “Take me in your mouth!” he commanded. I did as I was told and he unloaded himself. I had to swallow so I could breathe! He finally slowed his thrusts and withdrew himself from my mouth. His cock still covered in saliva and come. “Would you release me, Zach? Please?” I asked. He did, and as I rose from the bed, I noticed the other man had departed. “Where did he go?” I asked. “He’s gone. He did what he came here to do, and now he’s gone. What did you want from him, Cassy?” I shook my head, “I’m not sure. To thank him maybe?” I said, confused at what I thought I had to do. “That’s unnecessary. He got his thanks when he came. Understand?” he asked. Part of me did, but it felt weird. It didn’t jibe with what I thought had to happen. “Cassy, this is what I was referring to about the old stories. Because he fucked you, the old stories say you have to have some connection with him, right?” he asked. I thought and nodded, “Yes, I guess that’s correct. That sex has to be between two people who are connected somehow.” “Now you see, that isn’t the case. He got his pleasure, and you got your pleasure, right?” he asked with a smirk. I giggled, “You could say that! My god, Zach! I came so many times! I’ve never done that before,” I said, amazed. “Cassy, life is meant to be experienced, not hidden from. What you did this morning was an example of that. A demonstration of that.” “I can’t lie, Zach! I enjoyed every moment and I see you did also!” I said, pointing to his erection that persisted. “Yes, I did. Now I want to fuck you!” he said and guided me to another piece of equipment. It was a strange-looking device. “What’s this?” I asked. “It’s called the bender, and if you will stand facing against that part there,” he said, pointing, “I will demonstrate this piece.” I moved against the piece he pointed to and was, once again, strapped into it, however this time, I was bound at the wrists and ankles. Zach moved to the side of the device and pulled a lever. I was bent in half at the waist. My front lying down and from my hips to feet, standing up. “I see,” I said, understanding how this one worked. “Only partially you do, but you will see the full capabilities soon enough,” he said. I felt him close in behind me, his erection pressing against my ass. I felt a fear shoot through me and a protest escaped my mouth. “Zach! What are you doing? I can’t do that!” I protested. “Cassy, with all due respect, you didn’t think you could let a strange man fuck you while I watched either, but you did it,” he paused, “and enjoyed it, I might add!” “Zach! I’ve never done this before. Doesn’t this hurt?!” I asked, terrified. “If it isn’t done correctly, then yes, it will hurt, but I know how to do it correctly. Will you trust me?” he asked, calmly, which relaxed me to a degree, knowing he wasn’t going to just shove it inside me. I nodded, biting my lip some. I felt something that was cool and fluid land on my ass. Then Zach’s finger moved it around, teasing my hole lightly, then pressing lightly. This caused a sensation to shoot through me. A pleasurable sensation at that! “What’s that, lube?” I asked. “Yes, it’s helping ease you and relax you,” he said. He continued pressing his finger against my anus, pushing lube in and then retracting his finger. He repeated this step several times until I became more relaxed with his motions and it aroused me. Placing more lube in that area, he inserted his finger further, moving it around a little until it hit my sphincter muscle. “Now, Cassy, I want you to bear down a little, like you’re trying to have a bowel movement,” he instructed. I followed his instructions and as I did; I felt his finger slide into me without pain. “Oh, that didn’t hurt!” I said, surprised. “I know. Like I said, when someone knows what they’re doing, it doesn’t have to hurt. It can be very pleasurable because the same nerve line that surrounds your vagina surrounds your anus.” As he was telling me this, he was moving his finger in and out and it was sending pleasure through me. When he inserted the second finger, it was the same thing, only a little more pressure. Soon, even that pressure was gone. “Remember that you pass things from your body through here that are bigger than my finger, or fingers! Your body adjusts if given the time.” “I see and yes, that makes sense,” I said, now enjoying the sensations I was receiving. I felt his fingers retract and more lube applied. Then I felt his penis at the entrance to my anus, pressing and moving into the space left by his fingers. He moved it in slowly until it was past the sphincter muscle. Once that happened, he began moving it back and forth, fucking my ass! I wasn’t sure how this was going to feel at first, but once he began his thrusting, I was getting excited and I could feel my body react. Soon, my breathing was sharp and shallow, my heartbeat again becoming quickened with the pleasure I was feeling. I was moaning and asking for more! My god! What has happened to me?! I thought. Zach was thrusting himself fully into me, grabbing my hips and using them as anchors for his pulling of me. My breasts were pressed against something on this rack, but I wasn’t sure what. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was pinching my nipples. Even with my breathing, I couldn’t hold my climax! I cried out with the release, shuddering and feeling the surge flow throughout my body! Apparently, my climax was enough to send Zach over the top also, because I could feel him fill me up with his come. His penis twitching within me as it discharged its sticky fluid. “Very nice!” I heard, but it wasn’t Zach! I turned my head to see the other man standing there, still nude and very erect! He began walking towards us and I felt Zach withdraw. Oh no! He’s not going to put that massive thing in me, is he? I asked myself, terror now taking me over. He walked up behind me and sure enough, his penis pressed into my anus. Obviously, he was larger than Zach! I had stretched for Zach, but was it possible to stretch for him!? He slid into me and up to my sphincter, then pressed slowly until he was past it. It amazed me I could accept him like this! He began his thrusting slowly and then picking up speed. My body reacted again! I felt like I was going to come apart, but not from his size, but from the sensations this man was causing within me! My moans cried out, and I was writhing with so much pleasure! He pumped me for a long time, giving me more orgasms. I didn’t know I could have this many! After what seemed like an hour and me having six more orgasms, I begged for him to come in me. “Please, fill me up! I need you to give it to me!” I said, pleading for it. He thrust as deep as possible and then jerked, his cock spewing his load into my canal, twitching again and again. I collapsed onto the rack, exhausted with all that had happened. Never had I had orgasms like that, or so many! I don’t think I had any energy left. The man pulled himself free from me and was gone. Zach came to me, unlocking the restraints and helping me to stand. I couldn’t, my muscles wouldn’t respond. “I’m sorry, Zach, but I can’t stand,” I said and cried a little. Worry entered his voice, “Cassy! Are you okay? Why didn’t you stop us?” he asked. “Zach, I’m okay, it’s just that I’m exhausted. Can I lay down please?” I asked. “Certainly!” he answered, concern taking over his demeanor. “Zach, I need to clean up a little first,” I tried to smile. He picked me up and carried me into the bathroom. Taking a washcloth, he ran warm water over it and handed it to me. I wiped myself free of all the various fluids that my body had in and on it. Zach took the cloth and washed it out, then wet it with warm water again, then decided to use a fresh one. Tossing the used one aside, he took a clean one and wet it, then wiped my face with it, making sure to sooth my eyes and lips. I looked at him and saw his compassion and concern. “Thank you, Zach.” He lifted me again and carried me to his bed, where he laid me down and placed the covers over me. “Sleep, Cassy. I’ll take care of you.”