Fairy Tale Desires: Goldilocks and the Three Men

Prologue

"It hasn't been working for a long time," he said as they sat across from each other at the restaurant. The waitress had already brought the drinks, which were sweating into a pool on the table.

"Hasn't been working," Natalie repeated. When her Theodore had called asking for a spontaneous date this hadn't been what she expected.

He nodded, "Exactly, I knew you would understand," he patted his pockets. "You don't mind getting the tab do you? I can't seem to find my wallet." He didn't wait for her to answer, instead he stood up and left, stopping only to pat her on the head as a sort-of goodbye. Like she was a fucking child. Natalie closed her eyes.

"What an asshole."

Natalie opened her eyes to find the waitress standing beside her.

"Did he just break up with you and stick you with the check?"

Natalie nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"He says it hasn't been working. What he means is that I want things he doesn't feel comfortable with."

She raised her eyes. "Marriage?"

Natalie flushed. "Not exactly, more personal interests. He's sad that I'm not vanilla enough." Natalie couldn't believe she was telling some stranger so much of her personal life. Theodore would have been horrified.

The waitress's eyes flashed with recognition. "In the bedroom." She frowned. "Do you still want to explore that side?"

"What?"

"There's a club that can help you if you want to explore more of your desires with other people who feel the same."

"You mean like a swingers club?"

"Not strictly a swingers club." The waitress smiled, "It caters to your particular interests, and your kinks and fetishes. They host a wide variety of clients."

"Look I don't know if any of this is your business, so thanks, but no thanks," Natalie said.

The waitress shook her head. "Well if you change your mind," she dug out a card, "Here," she set it on the table. "You need this to get in." With that she left Natalie alone with two abandoned drinks and a business card with a pink swirl in the shape of a magic wand with an address written on the back.

***

It was a month before Natalie stumbled across the card again, shoved in a pocket of her purse that she barely used. It was another week before she found the nerve to drive to that address. Natalie sat in her car as the clock ticked steadily by, first one minute then ten. A few people parked and went in, both men and women in all manners of dress-business attire, evening, even a few costumes. No one seemed particularly crazy though and she finally decided to go inside.

The door was locked and when she knocked a gentleman stepped out, "Can I help you?"

Eeek, she thought. "I, uh, was told to come here." The man said nothing. "Oh, I have this." Natalie fumbled around and handed the card over. He glanced at it then nodded and motioned her inside and down the rabbit hole.

***

She was led inside and a woman came out and handed her paperwork. After what seemed like several house-it might have been one-she was told to wait while everything was "vetted". Suddenly a lady, slim and tall came out to her. "Good evening my dear, my name is Madame M, and I'm the owner of this find establishment. You must be Natalie."

Madame M smiled and sat down beside her. Your paperwork seems to be in order. We run a very nice establishment, clean, discreet, and fun. Any violations of the rules listed, especially any video and recordings leaving the premise and you will be dismissed immediately. Now that the messy stuff is out of the way, according to your file you would like to try something risque."

Natalie nodded slowly. Deep breath in, deep breath out, she coached herself.

The lady tilted her head and regarded Natalie. "I think you do want to try something, but I don't believe you want what you think you do. You need something new, having been stuck in, as you call it, a sexual rut all this time."

Natalie couldn't help but blush.

"These gentlemen are a match for all of your needs."

"So, which one?" She looked over. Three guys stood off to the side, they had apparently followed Madame M out. One was tall and muscular, with biceps that gave her all sorts of ideas. There was another guy, just a few inches taller than her with longer blonde hair. The last guy was short, Natalie had at least five inches on him. His cheeks where round and his dark hair was buzzed short.

The lady smiled. "Who said just one?" Natalie felt her eyebrows raise. "Look, this is a safe place. There might be a room upstairs that's free. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable up there." She winked, "Have fun."

The First Man

Natalie wandered around the room. It seemed like a regular bedroom, only very sparsely furnished. There was a king sized bed in the center, with a bedside table. There was a fuzzy rug that looked like it would be soft against her feet. She wondered if she should take off her shoes or wait.

The door opened behind her. Before she could move the person was right next to her. "Don't turn around." The voice was husky and low. The muscular guy she guessed.

"This is going to be rougher than you're used to," he said and his teeth grazed her ear. Natalie shivered as nerves spiked down to her core. In one sudden moment he wrapped an arm around her waist and used the other hand to push her until she was bent over the bed. Natalie wiggled, testing his strength. His arm was an iron band. There would be no escaping him, she though, surprised at how aroused that made her feel.

He pulled her skirt up and ran his hand down the curve of her cheeks. "No panties? If I didn't know better I'd say you'd planned this." His hands settled against her folds that were already starting to collect moisture and Natalie pressed against him. He withdrew his hand only to smack it against her left butt cheek with such a force she yelped at the sudden pain and braced herself against the bed. It was followed swiftly by another against her right cheek.

Natalie bit her lip at the pain that radiated from her rear. She flinched as his hand brushed her tender skin. This time his touch was soft and caressed that area where he'd struck it, massaging upwards from the bottom to the top. She barely relaxed when he brought his hand down on her again, this time centering on her crack.

"Tell me are you enjoying yourself Natalie?" He was stroking her again, his finger swirling closer and closer to the sensitive nub. She moaned lightly and he smacked her bottom again, lighter than the last time but still hard enough that her butt jiggled. This time the pain was accompanied by a zing of nerves straight to her core. Liquid was sliding down her legs she was so aroused.

"Please," she whispered.

His fingers when back to teasing her clit. A storm had started deep within her. If he continued to alternate between spanking and stroking her she would cum standing there. She wanted this. She needed this. "Please what?" He asked.

"Fuck me," the words barely escaped her lips when he once again removed his fingers. She whined at the loss until his hand smacked against her tender ass and then he was pushing himself deep inside her. She groaned as he filled her almost completely. She was so turned on from earlier that he slid within her slick walls.

He took her fast. His one arm continued to hold her still and steady against him, while his other wound into her golden locks and pulled her head back. All this while he pounded into her with such a force that she could not hold back the animal like sounds that escaped from her. He shifted slightly and she could feel his balls smack against her bottom.

Everything that had begun to build earlier roared through her and Natalie gasped as her orgasm caused every limb to shake. He bellowed as his own release followed her own and his seed shot deep into her. They collapsed together on the bed and she struggled to breathe under his thick form.

After a few minutes he seperated himself from her. "Well Goldy," he nibbled her neck, "My time with you is at an end. Relax and your pleasure awaits."

"More pleasure? I think I can handle that." She was surprised at how bold she sounded, how much she looked forward to what was ahead. He left, and Natalie stretched laying back against the bed. Every muscle was deliciously sore.

It was almost a half hour before the door opened again.