Givers and Takers – BDSM


“That looks like a light lunch Brad.”

“Hi Lucy. Yeah, I’m trying to lose weight. I’m down six pounds so far.”

“That’s great. Tell you what, if you manage to lose twenty pounds I’ll go on a date with you.”

For as long as I can remember, I have divided people into the Givers and Takers. I all the time try to be a Giver, but a lot of people are Takers. Brad is also a Giver, every time I have a issue with my computer, he is there to help. He doesn’t just fix the issue, he also does his best to explain it to me. And not in a condescending way.

That’s why when I learned about Brad’s dieting efforts, I looked for something I could give in return.

Daniel is a Taker. I mistook his attention when I first started here as genuine interest. After an alcohol fuelled office party, Daniel followed me home and we ending up having sex. I’m a Giver after all.

Afterward Daniel was all the time hounding me for more sex. A couple of times I relented just to stop the infinite pestering, but he was never satisfied.

He was forever trying to take me anally, despite me all the time telling him I did not do that. We would be having sex and regular as my period, his penis would ‘accidentally’ be pushing at my asshole part way through the event. Each time I was able to prevent it.

Worse, Daniel started treating me like his girlfriend in the office, letting our fellow coworkers know that I was putting out for him. Eventually I had to let Daniel know that we were done. This might sound easy to you, but as a Giver, I all the time discover it hard to say ‘no’ to people.

While Brad is also a Giver, he’s still not someone I would normally consider for a sexual partner. He is grossly overweight for one thing. I know its shallow of me to rate him this way, but looks do matter.

# # #

A month went by and then Brad told me had done it and had lost twenty pounds.

“Hey, that’s great. I guess I owe you a date now.”

“You know Lucy I would never hold you to that.”

“Brad, it’s fine. I’d be happy to go out somewhere with you.”

“Well, perhaps we could do something together.”

Here it was, I fully expected the usual wine and dine, or perhaps a movie, but Brad wondered of something nicer. Like I said, he’s a Giver too.

“Well, I’m still trying to lose weight, so would you be interested in joining me for a hike up Stone Peak on Saturday?”

Actually that sounded pretty good. I used to hike a lot, but had sort of fallen out of practice.

“Sure Brad, that sounds like fun and great exercise too.”

So that is how I ended up doing the trail with Brad. We had a pleasant morning walking. Afterward he did take me for cake and coffee, but we pulled up out the front of my apartment by 3 pm.

“Thanks Brad, that was nice. Let me know when the next twenty is off and it will be my turn to pick an outing.”

# # #

Come Monday we are back in the office. I’m heading to the lunch room for water when I overhear Daniel mouthing off to Brad, “So did you fuck her?”

Brad replied, “We had a good time.”

“Yes, yes, but did you stick your cock in her.”

“Lucy is not an object Daniel.”

“Ha, so she rejected you in other words.”

I’d heard enough and was furious. I’m not sure how Daniel even found out that I had had a ‘date’ with Brad. But I wasn’t about to let Brad take any more shit from Daniel.

So I walked in and opened my mouth without really thinking carefully, “Brad, the day you lose another twenty pounds you can have me.”

Daniel snorted, “Well at least I already got mine.”

“And if you want it again, you’ll need to lose twenty as well,” I responded.

At least I should be safe on that count, Daniel didn’t look like he had twenty to spare.

Daniel wanted to make sure he had it right, “So to be clear, if either of us lose twenty pounds, we get you willingly for a whole night to do as we like?”

That wasn’t really what I had said or meant, but I didn’t want to quibble, “Yes, Daniel.”

# # #

A month went by and neither man claimed a date.

A second month and still no taker.

One day I happened to notice that Brad was looking a lot trimmer.

“Hi Brad, how’s the exercise program coming along.”

“Great, I’m down another thirty-seven pounds.”

“That’s wonderful, how come we haven’t had our date?”

“Oh Lucy, I would never hold you to that. I know you only said it to put Daniel in his place.”

“Brad, honestly it’s fine. Let’s go out and we can just see what happens.”

I’d already made up my mind to honor my agreement with Brad. With all the weight off he was still heavy, but not what I would call flabby.

Brad said, “Well it is your choice of what we should do.”

“Great, let’s go out to the coast for a walk and picnic.”

“Sounds great, I’ll pick you up on Saturday.”

# # #

On Friday night I prepared a picnic lunch with sandwiches, fruit pies, and wine. Brad picked me up early the next morning and out of town down some minor roads out to a long nice stretch of coast that has been famous with my family for years. It’s not great for swimming, but does have a long stretch of sand and interesting driftwood.

At the beach, Brad shouldered the backpack with the food and drinks while I carried a smaller pack with a picnic blanket, towels, and a few other bits and pieces. The morning air was cool, but we quickly warmed up as we started walking.

As soon as it was warm enough, I stopped to take off my skivvy revealing a skimpy white top that exposed both my midrib and a fair bit of cleavage. All part of my plan to make this an experience for Brad.

I knew from experience that there was a nice little private cove. We strolled along chatting easily, playing games like saying what animals the numerous pieces of driftwood reminded us of.

At some point I casually slipped my hand into Brad’s and we continued along lightly swinging our arms. His hand was warm and I took pleasure running my thumb slowly over the back of his hand as we went along.

A little further along and it was getting hot. Brad asked me for the sunscreen and started to anoint himself. I cannot blame him, he had a very light complexion.

I sat on driftwood to wait. He wanted sunscreen on his back and was clumsily trying to reach under his shirt to do it.

“Here, let me do that for you.”

Brad held his shirt up while I spread a good measure across his back. His skin was surprisingly smooth for someone as large as he was. I made sure to lean close to him as I worked so that my breasts touched lightly along his side.

After I was done he asked if I wanted some as well. I didn’t actually think I needed it. But it was an opportunity to be a little intimate. So, “Sure, can you do my face, I always mess up trying to do myself.”

Brad tenderly applied it to my nose, ears, and cheeks.

“Can you do my shoulders as well?”

Brad started on my shoulders, but my bra straps kept getting in the way.

I said, “Close your eyes for a sec.”

Brad dutifully closed his eyes, and I quickly unclasped my bra and removed it, hastily stuffing into the pack I had.

“Okay, you can open them again now.”

I think it took him a couple of seconds to realize what was different. When he did he blushed almighty but didn’t say anything. He rubbed the sunscreen around my shoulders in smooth motions. I wondered he might dare to reach a little lower than my shoulders, but he held off.

Soon enough he was done. I shamelessly leaned over him to put the sunscreen back in the bag.

I told him about the cove and we started walking again.

By the time we reached the cove we were pretty hot. We spread the picnic blanket in a grassy area under the shade beneath a couple of large spruces just above the sand line.

After a couple of minutes Brad said, “Thanks for bringing me here. It’s really peaceful and I like the view.”

I smirked and said, “Play your cards right and the view might get even better.”

We started in on the picnic but soon discovered that I had forgotten to pack glasses or a corkscrew for the wine. Fortunately, Brad had one on his multitool, but we had to make do with passing the bottle back and forth.

It was a companionable meal. I was determined to give Brad a nice experience and made sure to keep my hands on him as we sat together.

As the wine gradually depleted, I could sense that Brad was relaxing. We were gazing at each other a lot and one of Brad’s hands was lightly stroking my exposed skin on my stomach.

The time seemed right, so I gently pulled him back until we were lying close together facing each other on the blanket. Our lips naturally came together, lightly at first, then with increasing urgency.

One of Brad’s hands was across me and around my back, gently pulling me toward him. One of mine was behind his head pulling his mouth onto mine. Our other hands were squished between us. His lips were lovely and soft and he didn’t insist on trying to stick his tongue into my throat.

It was all proving much easier than I had imagined. My own juices were flowing. I ran my hand down his body and confirmed to my satisfaction that he was erect.

My fingers found his belt buckle and I proceeded to try to open him up one-handed. Brad had taken the movement as an opportunity to free his other hand which was now lightly squeezing my boob through my top.

Just as I finally succeeded in getting his pants open, Brad stopped me and said, “Lucy, I’m sorry, but I haven’t actually done this before. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You’re doing fine Brad, I’ve got all the experience we need. Just lie back and relax for a bit.”

As Brad lay back, I freed his penis from his underwear. I’d been expecting it to be sort of thick like his body was, but it was thinner than many I have seen. I’m not really into measuring, but it looked long.

I unbuttoned my shorts and slipped them and my panties down my legs.

“Hang on a sec Brad, I’m just going to put a condom on you.”

I had come prepared. I’m not into oral sex, but I briefly took his naked penis in mouth to put some moisture onto his shaft, then rolled a condom down over his shaft.

I wanted to be on top so he wouldn’t crush me with his bulk.

I positioned myself over him and used one hand to guide him to the mark, then slowly lowered myself onto him. I took it slow, giving myself time to accommodate him. Slowly sliding up and down.

Brad’s hands came up to fondle my breasts, but my top was still in the way, so I paused to pull it off and toss it apart.

I kept moving up and down, taking more and more of his penis with each descent. It felt so deep, but I still hadn’t bottomed out.

Despite Brad’s inexperience, he was doing a good job with his hands. His touch was light as he gently circled my nipples occasionally giving them a little tug.

He started to moan and I knew he wouldn’t last much longer, yet I was barely getting warmed up. I used my hand to direct one of his to my clit. He caught on, quickening my own arousal.

Brad’s hips had started to push up in anticipation of each of my downward movements. He was very long and at the bottom of each stroke his head was pushing up rather unpleasantly against my cervix. But I was determined to give Brad the best experience I could, so I continued giving it all I had.

Suddenly Brad shuddered and I knew he had come. I was still on the rise and didn’t want to stop.

I continued to bounce while Brad’s gentle fingers continued to stimulate my clit. Brad remained hard but thankfully a little length had gone out of him after his ejaculation. I was able to move faster using the combined friction in my pussy and on my clit to take myself up over the edge.

I didn’t go off strongly, but this whole thing was more about Brad myself. As I climbed off, I discovered the condom had leaked all down the side. No doubt this was my fault for continuing after Brad had ejaculated. I told Brad not to worry, even though I was concerned since I had gone off oral contraception some months ago. It looked like it should be fine, semen had only escaped at the bottom, it wasn’t like it had burst.

After that we snuggled down together and Brad pulled the blanket around us. We were face to face and Brad continued to run his hand lightly up and down my back. I was getting drowsy in the warm sun and nodded off for a little bit.

A little later I could feel Brad hardening against my tummy and he was looking longingly at me.

“It’s okay, you can have me again if you want.”

I showed him how to roll on the condom then lay back while pulling him between my legs.

He quickly found the mark and sank into me in one big push. Shit he was heavy. Although he used his arms to support himself, his lower body impaled me so hard and deep that I was unable to move my hips. The girth of his hips forced my legs wider than was comfortable. His weight was not pleasant, but his groin grinding into my labia was welcome.

He was staying still, perhaps making sure he didn’t come too soon. I felt so filled and not being able to move heightened the feeling. I tried to open my legs even wider to ease the pressure. He ended up grinding harder against me and there was no way I could close them again.

Brad leaned down to bring his mouth to mine, causing my breasts to mash against his chest. My nipples hardened even more. I hadn’t expected it, but it was incredibly exciting being impaled yet unable to move at all. Brad continued to kiss me, still not moving his penis within me. My pussy throbbed with anticipation.

When he moved his mouth to my nipple, I almost came. I arched my back trying to force more of my breast into his mouth. Brad was a quick study and divined that swirling his tongue around my engorged teat did wonders.

Finally he started to move his hips. Initially only very small movements, but even those were enough to get me on edge.

Slowly he lengthened the strokes, all the while alternately licking and sucking on my nipple.

Suddenly he upped the pace mashing hard into my groin. The extra pressure on my labia sent me over the edge and I came hard, crying out his name. Brad keep going for a few more very hard strokes before slamming into me one last time and giving a guttural moan of his own.

Again we lay down to recover. Possibly Brad would have liked to go another round, but I was already tender and we had a long walk back to the car ahead of us.

By the time we got back in the city it was dusk. Brad dropped me home. I invited him in, but he said he didn’t want to outwear his welcome. To be honest, I was glad he declined, it had been a wonderful day and I didn’t want to complicate it with an overnight stay.

# # #

Typical office life resumed. Brad remained friendly, but never suggested another date or in any way let others in the office know we had been out together.

Then I got an email from Daniel, “97 baby, tonight!”

Oh shit, although it was just three words I knew exactly what he meant. He had actually done it and lost twenty pounds. I had wondered he looked sickly thin, but I never dreamed he would manage to lose the full amount.

I decided to ignore it.

Come Friday, Daniel managed to corner me, “Lucy, you’re coming to my place tonight right?”

“Umm, no. I’m busy.”

“Well you had better get unbusy unless you want the whole office to know about our little wager.”

Crap. I knew Daniel wouldn’t hesitate to spread the story around in the crudest way efficient.

I said, “I can just meet you where you want to take me.”

“Actually, I want to cook for you at my place beforehand,” Daniel replied.

I had my doubts that Daniel could even cook an egg let alone a meal. In fact, I was suspicious, so tried for the home benefit, “How about you cook at my place then? You already know where I live.”

“Sorry Lucy, but I need to use some specialized equipment.”

I relented, at least he was talking food and not sex.

“What are we doing after dinner?”

“That’s a surprise.”

“What kind of thing do I need to dress for?”

“Just wear something nice, something sexy.”

I let the last opinion slide, “Do I need a skirt rather than pants?”

“Exactly.”

By the time I got home from work there was not much time to get ready. I put on a nice sheer single-shoulder red dress that came down to just above my knees with a slit on one side. I had recently broken my last decent strapless bra, so I had to forgo the bra. The dress provided enough support anyway and I wasn’t planning on dancing or anything like that. The shoulder with the strap had a decorative bow and I complimented it with some small tan-coloured heels also with bows.

# # #

“Wow, you look great Lucy, come on in.”

I couldn’t say the same for him. He was still in his work clothes which at best could be described as tidy casual. Daniel himself looked sallow and sickly in the face, no doubt as a result of his effort to lose weight. It was a timely reminder of why I was here and my trepidation increased at the knowledge of what he was gonna expect from me later.

As soon as I was inside he grabbed me in an embrace and started to take from me, kissing me deeply.

“Slow down Daniel, how about a drink first?”

“Oh yeah, right, good idea.”

When we got to the kitchen he said, “Let me get pour you a drink.”

He gave me a large glass of red wine, “Drink up, plenty more where that came from.”

I didn’t doubt he had an ulterior motive in getting me tipsy, but I had to admit a little alcohol would help me get through the evening.

“Is there anything I can do to help with dinner?” I asked

“Well, ummm, you know, I kind of ran out of time, so we’re having pizza.”

Why was I not surprised?

“Daniel, I can cook us something if you like.”

“Nah, I’ve already ordered the pizza, let’s go watch something while we wait.”

Daniel sat a modest distance from me on the couch and turned the TV on. The evening news was on. We watched for a few minutes and I continued to sip at my wine.

“So where are you taking me later?” I asked.

Daniel smirked, “I told you before, it is a surprise. It’s somewhere very close.”

While I was busy dreaming up efficient destinations, Daniel took my glass out to the kitchen for a refill.

We he came back he plonked himself down right next to me, “Here you go.”

Daniel put his arm around my shoulders and it wasn’t long before his fingers were sliding down from my shoulders toward the top of my boobs. To distract him, I asked if he had any movies we could watch.

“Nah, I don’t watch much.”

“How about some music then?” I asked, slipping off my shoes.

“Sure, I can do that,” he said. Daniel went to fiddle with his stereo giving me a reprieve. I downed more of the wine. If I was gonna actually “do it” with Daniel then I was definitely gonna need to mellow out a bit. Still I needed to pace myself. Drink enough to do what needed to be done, but not so much that Daniel could do whatever he pleased.

Daniel was back on the couch with his willing fingers keen to continue from where he left off. I tried to distract him with conversation, but it has difficult to draw him into any meaningful discussion. Proceedings were interrupted by the door bell.

Daniel said, “Get that will you, it will be the pizza, I’ll refresh the drinks.”

I went to the door, “Hi Miss, here’s your order, it’s prepaid. Any tip?”

“Umm, okay, let me ask.”

“Hey Daniel, do you have some cash for a tip?”

No response.

“Daniel! Did you hear me?”

Daniel called out, “Sheesh, just offer him a blow job.”

Talk about degrading. The young delivery guy heard what Daniel said.

Daniel appeared at my shoulder, “only joking.” He sent me back in with the pizzas, but not before copping a feel of my ass as he turned me around. Daniel had a murmured conversation with the pizza dude before banging the door closed and coming back into the lounge.

“That was so not funny. Did you tip him?” I asked.

“Nah, I didn’t have any cash on me. I’ll make it up to him later.”

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