Dude didn’t know what to expect when the Mistress mentioned that a friend was passing through Arizona and wanted to know if he was down for a threesome.  He knew it was another dude— no, not another Dude; that would be a whole different story.  Her bringing another man into the mix didn’t bother him much.  He didn’t give a shit who was present as long as he was getting laid.

Tension in the room was thick as the pair sat on the couch and waited for this guy’s arrival.  Dude had to say, he was both curious and dreading who she’d bring in.  He’d seen her taste in men.  Coming from the humble opinion of one of those men, she could stand to raise her standards… at least out of the gutter.  She insisted he was just an acquaintance that she liked to have a good time with and that he definitely wasn’t her type.  Dude didn’t know how much he believed it, but in her defense, she’d always been explicit with him about who she did like in that way.  Maybe there was some truth to it after all.  He guessed he’d find out soon, because there was a loud and forceful rapping on the door.

“This guy gonna knock the door in?” Dude scoffed.

She cut eyes over at him as she rose to her feet.  “Behave.”

He held his hands up in surrender before reaching forward to grab a cigarette from the coffee table.  His gut told him he was going to need this.

When the door swung open, her stern expression immediately shifted to a more hospitable one.

“Duke!” she exclaimed.  “You son of a bitch.”

Instead of hugging him or whatever girly shit women did to greet their friends, their hands met with a smack and a bicep curl.  Dude almost choked on his cigarette upon witnessing it.

After their interesting greeting, she stepped to the side and held the door open for “Duke.”  Some meathead stepped in.  Tall, blonde, built like an action figure.  This guy was definitely not her type.  Dude had some scrawny tweaker in mind the entire time.

“Dude, this is my buddy, Duke Nukem,” she said.  She then gestured towards him as he remained seated on the couch.  “Duke, this is Postal Dude.”

Duke raised a brow behind his Ray-Bans.  “… That supposed to be his name or occupation?” he asked in a comically macho voice.

“Name,” Dude and the Mistress said in unison. 

“Hmph.”  Duke pulled out a cigar and lit it with a match.  After extinguishing the match with a shake, he took a puff of the cigar and gave the other man a once over.  “Must be more than meets the eye if you landed a babe like her.”

Dude shrugged, and Duke turned his attention back to her.  Figuring they were going to catch up or some shit, Dude reached for his beer and decided to get comfortable.

“That one suck cock?” Duke then asked the Mistress, throwing a thumb in Dude’s direction.  The beer went down the wrong pipe, making Dude sputter.

“If he knows what’s good for him,” the Mistress confidently said, folding her arms as she looked in Dude’s direction as if she was daring him to protest.

Duke let out a low chuckle, nodding in approval.  “Finally got an obedient one, huh?”

“Fuck no,” she replied with a tone that suggested she was offended by the claim.  “He’s a total fucking brat, but I got a soft spot for ‘im.”

The other man grinned at the claim, took another drag from his cigar, then looked at Dude again.

“Soft spot?” said Duke.  “Between your legs, maybe.  No secret that you like ‘em like that.”

Dude shook his head.  He had no clue what this jackass meant by that, but he was over it.  He finished the last of his beer and tossed the can on the ground.

“So, this guy come over to fuck or judge me like a show dog?”  Dude scrutinized Duke, looking him over the same way they’d done to him.  No way a man got that massive without help.  “You got any cock left to suck or did the ‘roids shrivel it up?”

This quip got a good laugh out of Duke.  He placed the cigar between his teeth and reached down to unfasten his gaudy belt buckle without tearing his eyes away from Dude.  A zip soon followed and a monster schlong was fished out.  Dude was glad he had on shades too, because his eyes were about to pop out of his head.  He’d only seen dicks that big in porn or on the wall at the Mistress’s shop.

“What you think?” Duke asked, looking down at his own meat.  “Looks to me like I got enough to spare.”

“Well, you two play nice,” said the Mistress, patting Duke’s back before taking a few steps towards her bedroom.  “I’ll be right back.  I’m going to get strapped up.”

Duke didn’t attempt to hide how he leered at all that ass packed into her leather skirt as she disappeared into her room and let the door click behind her.  After a low whistle, he looked back at Dude.

“You done starin’ at it?” he asked, grabbing his erection and giving it a shake.  “You can get closer, y’know.  It’s not gonna bite ya.”

Dude grumbled to himself, smashing the filter of his cigarette into the ash tray before pushing himself off the couch.

“Just so we’re clear, I’m only doing this cos I’m running low on crack,” he announced the moment he stood beside Duke.  “I’m not gay or nothing.  She’s got the wallet.”

“Right,” Duke said.  “Why don’t you get to suckin’ before I decide to take your crack instead?”

Dude grit his teeth, but lowered himself to his knees.  The musk coming off this guy’s balls was potent.  He really wanted to lean in and sniff the hell out of them, but he didn’t want to give the meathead an even bigger one.  He wasn’t given much of a choice when Duke grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged him closer.

“Aw, look at that.”

Dude went to look at the Mistress as she re-entered the room, but Duke kept his head firmly in place.  He could see her walk up behind him out of the corner of his eye.  She’d changed from her normal attire into a corset, lace panties, and her trusty harness adored with the toy that was her favorite to use on him.  When she stopped behind him, she squirted some lube onto her hand and gave the strap-on a slow, teasing stroke.

“Damn, Min.  That thing looks bigger’n mine,” Duke noted with a chuckle.  “Sure he can handle all that?”

“Easy, he’s tougher than he looks,” she said.  She nudged Dude’s calf with her boot.  “Drop those pants for me, babe.”

Dude fumbled with the buckle of his belt, but eventually unbuckled it, unbuttoned his jeans, and let the sound of his zipper fill the trailer.  He pushed down his jeans and boxers, just enough to present his ass to her without exposing his own boner.  Last thing he needed right now was to get teased over that and nut on the floor in front of this tool.