Black Orchid

by Roxanne Carr

  His strong hands came up to cup her buttocks, pressing her to him as his tongue snaked along the glistening crevice between her legs. She was ready for him, her tender flesh swollen with passion, bathed in her feminine juices. She shifted position slightly to give him easier access and moaned softly as his questing tongue found the small bud of desire burgeoning hopefully between her nether lips.

  Maggie's eyelids felt heavy as she opened them and looked through the window to the hall below. Judd had denied Tina the relief of orgasm and had tied her by the wrists and ankles. She lay, spread-eagled on the bed, face up, while he knelt astride her waist, his great cock, naked now, looming menacingly over her.

  Maggie's legs began to tremble as Antony's tongue flicked firmly backwards and forwards across her straining clitoris. Judd was masturbating himself now, milking that incredible organ so that, when he came, the thick, creamy fluid spurted across Tina's rapturous face and breasts.

  As a copious amount of fluid hit Tina's cringing skin, Maggie lost control. She cried out as her own orgasm broke from her, throwing back her head and sinking slowly to her knees.

  She found Antony's mouth with her own. She could taste herself on his lips, a sweet, sticky warmth and she welcomed the invasion of his tongue into her mouth, sucking it in. As he kissed her, he pushed the straps of her basque over her shoulders and released one aching breast.

  Still kissing her deeply, he rolled her swollen nipple in the warm palm of his hand until it had hardened to a bursting peak. She ached for the hard nub to be enclosed by his hot mouth, but Antony had ideas of his own. Breaking away from her for long enough to lift her and lay her gently on the couch, he looked down on her with heavy eyes as he quickly dispensed with his own clothes.

  His body was smooth skinned and powerful, the shoulders broad and well defined. Maggie ran the palms of her hands over them and across his lightly hair-roughened chest. He lowered himself onto her, letting her feel his weight along the length of her body as he kissed her. He nipped the sensitive skin inside her lower lip with his teeth before soothing it with his tongue and Maggie groaned.

  Any other time she knew she would have welcomed this long, slow build up to release, but the scenes in the Exhibition Room she had just watched made her need more urgent. She had been there in the room with Judd and Tina. She had been Tina.

  Already her recent climax had ebbed away and she was eager for more, her over sensitised flesh quivering in anticipation. She could feel the hardness between Antony's thighs nuzzling her navel and she murmured restlessly. The memory of Judd spilling his seed over Tina pushed itself to the forefront of Maggie's mind and she was suffused with heat.

  As if reading her mind, Antony took his weight on his hands placed either side of her head and levered himself away from her. His cock bounced off her breasts and hovered above her chin. It was long and thick, the circumcised purplish tip already beaded with a small drop of moisture.

  Maggie craned her neck so that she could reach up to dab at it with her tongue, savouring the salty taste as she licked around the velvet-skinned helmet. Antony rolled onto his back beside her, watching, narrow-eyed as she slowly took the entire length of his shaft in her mouth. Inch by inch she eased it to the back of her throat. Releasing her muscles there, she flicked her tongue back and forth against the underside as it slipped in. At last her lower lip kissed the weight of his balls.

  His engorged flesh, slippery with her saliva, filled her mouth, nudging at the back of her throat. She frowned in protest as he unexpectedly withdrew.

  'No,' he whispered urgently, pulling her up the couch into his arms, 'not yet. First I want to come inside you – here.'

  Maggie gasped as suddenly, without warning, he hooked two fingers inside her and found unerringly that secret, sensitive place which had the power to drive all reasonable thought from her mind. Her entire being seemed centred on those few folds of flesh and her muscles clenched.

  Clinging onto his shoulders, Maggie squirmed, impaled on his probing fingers. A kaleidoscope of colours danced on her closed eyelids as he rubbed her, her entire body exploding into sensation as his thumb pressed against her exposed clitoris.

  Quickly, he rolled her over onto her back and plunged into her so that those sensations radiated throughout her body in a series of never-ending waves, over and over until he joined with her, giving a triumphant cry as his sperm burst from him.

  They lay, sweat slicked and exhausted, entwined in each other's arms for several minutes. When Antony raised his head and smiled down at her, it took all her strength to muster a few words.

  'Did I pass the test?'

  'Hmm?' he nuzzled her neck, sending little shivers through her.

  'The interview – can I join the Black Orchid Club?'

  He laughed, his now flaccid penis slipping out of her as she joined in.

  'Maggie, I think you'll be an asset to the club.'

  Maggie smiled and reached for him, satisfied to feel him growing hard again under her hand.

  'You can bet on it,' she murmured as she slithered down the bed.

  Antony felt the last vestige of the day's tensions float away as Maggie took him into her skilful mouth again. Most women he had known paid lip service to this kind of 'lip service', but Maggie had turned it into an art form. Better still, she genuinely seemed to be enjoying herself, her eyes were closed, her long, dark hair enclosing him in a fragrant, ticklish curtain.

  He lay back on the cushions and sighed as she cupped his balls in her cool, elegant fingers. Her tongue swept delicately along the length of his shaft, flicking expertly round the tip before travelling back down to his testicles.

  She had twisted so that her body was at right angles to his on the couch, her long, slender legs curled beneath her. As she worked her tongue leisurely round his cock, Antony coiled his fingers round one of her ankles and pulled her gently towards him. She shifted slightly so that her body was soon resting lengthwise on top of his, her warm, pale pink sex inches from his face.

  Gently parting her lips he could see the remnants of their combined juices and he lapped at the sticky concoction with his tongue, breathing in deeply the musky odour. Slowly running his fingertips around the moist flesh leaves, he wetted them thoroughly before running them along the line of her perineum and up to where the skin puckered around the tight little orifice of her anus.

  He felt her lapping tongue falter momentarily as he began to trace ever deepening circles around it. As soon as she had regained her rhythm, he dipped back down to her sex and used the moisture there to lubricate the reluctant mouth, dipping and wetting, dipping and wetting until at last he was able to slip the tip of one finger inside. Her muscles tightened around it, pushing against the intrusion and he waited until they had relaxed before working it in further.

  Lightly flicking her clitoris with his tongue, he saw with satisfaction that her juices had begun to flow faster. His finger was in up to the second knuckle now. Using the fingers of his other hand, he spread her inner lips, lapping at the pulsing opening with his tongue before delving into that hot, melting passage with three fingers.

  He could feel his finger in her bottom through the thin membrane separating the two places and he rubbed the fingers of his two hands together slowly. Finding her hard bud again with his tongue, he flicked it quickly back and forth.

  A fluttering sensation in his balls warned him that he could not hold back much longer. Maggie was sucking him hard as her own body went out of control. He felt her clitoris buck against his tongue and he nibbled at it, very gently.

  As she came, Maggie ground herself onto his face, almost enveloping him with her heated flesh as he lapped the fluids flooding along his fingers and worked his finger faster in her bottom. When the last wave of her orgasm ebbed away, Antony quickly withdrew his member from her mouth and flipped her onto her back.

  She looked up at him with wide, heavy eyes as he held her mouth open and slipped back inside. He placed his palms against the wall for balance
as he thrust into her willing mouth. He wanted to watch her face as she swallowed his sperm. His eyes felt glazed as he felt it begin. Every muscle in his body clenched as his orgasm surged into Maggie's hot mouth, spilling over her cheeks and down her neck as he withdrew before the end.

  Maggie swallowed and tried to catch the droplets on her chin with her tongue. Antony stared down at her, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The beautiful, intelligent face, smeared with semen, her dark hair splayed in wild disarray across the cushions, her body opened to him in total abandon. It was one of the most moving, erotic sights he had ever seen.

  Dipping his head, he kissed her, tasting the salty emission on her tongue. Then very slowly, he began to suck at the sticky fluid now drying on her face and neck. He felt her shiver, her soft skin raising up in goosebumps as he trailed his tongue along the mid-line of her body, lingering over her navel.

  Her thighs tensed in half-hearted protest as he parted them again. He smiled to himself as he saw the swollen, satisfied flesh resting in the folds. Slowly, with the tip of his tongue, he licked the grooves either side of her tender clitoris, coaxing it out from under its protective hood so that it stood proud, inviting his kiss.

  Maggie moaned softly as he laved it with his tongue, curling it round and round the bud until it began to quiver with life again. Ignoring her muffled protests, he licked it with long, slow, merciless strokes until her thighs tensed and wrapped themselves around his neck. Pressing his face against her he felt the strong, throbbing pulse of her orgasm. It was gentler this time, less intense, but longer lasting.

  Maggie's fingers curled in his hair and she pulled him up, away from her.

  'No more!' she begged, half laughing. 'Please – that's enough!'

  Antony considered ignoring her. He had the urge to take her through the barrier of pain to that other level of pleasure, but something told him that would be going too far. This time.

  He kissed her eyelids as she closed them and lay his head on the cushions, watching her as she fell into a light doze.

  Maggie stood under the stream of water and let it simply cascade over her tender skin for a long time before taking up the soap and washing herself. She felt tired and heavy limbed, yet exhilarated.

  The tender skin of her labia was still sore and engorged, the inner lips protruding so that they rubbed against her panties. As she dressed she felt as if she were turning back into herself, as if that lascivious, insatiable creature she had been with Antony did not really exist. And yet, with every step she took, she was reminded of that other Maggie by the gentle pleasure/ pain of the friction between fabric and tender skin.

  He smiled at her as she joined him in the bar. A glass of mineral water was waiting for her and she picked it up gratefully, glad to quench her thirst. Looking around her she was unsurprised to see that the lounge was half empty. It was late, past midnight, and most of the women would be working the next morning. As would she, she had to remind herself. Somehow that other, every-day world seemed very far away.

  Antony introduced her to Judd in the bar some time later.

  'How do you do,' Maggie felt herself blush as she recalled the scene she had witnessed earlier in the Exhibition Hall and realised that Judd would guess what it had led to.

  He merely smiled warmly back at her, however, and shook her hand. He had changed out of his menacing leather jacket and was dressed in the black trousers and white shirt which appeared to be the uniform for all staff whilst not in the gym. Away from the stage set of the Exhibition Room he appeared quite normal, wholesome even, and Maggie couldn't help but chuckle as they took their drinks to a table in the corner.

  'What is it?' Antony grinned back at her.

  'This place is so bizarre. Your men. Do you pay them well for all this?'

  Antony's expression was serious as he answered what had been a very flippant question.

  'Very well. And they earn every penny, believe me. They sign a three-month contract during which they must live here, on the premises. They aren't allowed any sexual contact outside the club during their three-month shift, nor are they allowed to take any kind of drugs, or indulge in any kind of sexual practice between themselves. Anyone who breaks the rules is out.'

  Maggie was stunned.

  'Presumably they are allowed to enjoy what they do here?'

  'Sure. Some of them sign one contract after another. And they all have the option to refuse to take part in anything they don't personally feel comfortable with. We do get some pretty weird requests at times.'

  'I bet you do! Why so strict though?'

  'My first responsibility is to my clients. All my staff are screened for disease and for attitude – I won't have any misogynists here. They all have to be young, fit, committed and, most importantly, love women.'

  'And Judd,' Maggie glanced over to where he was leaning on the counter, chatting to the barman, 'does he love women?'

  'Why don't you book him and find out?'

  Maggie glanced at Antony in surprise, unused to such a suggestion from a man with whom she had just made love. He was smiling at her and she was sure he could read her mind. Looking back at Judd she remembered the sight of his long, hard cock springing from his jeans and, despite her recent exertions, felt a stirring in her womb.

  'Maybe I will,' she murmured.

  'Good.' Antony was suddenly businesslike. 'Once your application has been processed, he's all yours.'

  Maggie felt bemused.

  'How long will that take?'

  Antony chuckled and cupped her chin with one hand.

  'Patience is a virtue, darling. Chastity will be good for you for a few weeks.'

  'A few weeks?'

  Antony laughed at her dismay.

  'You'll be just in time for next month's party night. I'll book Judd as your escort, if you like.'

  'Party night?'

  'That's right. Next month we have The Body Beautiful to entertain us.'

  'The Australian glamour act? I thought they were gigging all over the country?'

  'Sure they are – and the shows are a sell out at every venue. No one else will be seeing the version they're doing for us though. Excuse me, Judd's about to go off for the night. I'll catch him before he goes.'

  Maggie concentrated on her drink, watching through her lashes as Antony went up and spoke to Judd at the bar. She felt the heat creeping into her cheeks as both men looked in her direction and she saw the spark of interest on Judd's face.

  He nodded several times as he listened to Antony, and Maggie was glad she could not overhear what was being said about her. She wasn't sure if she liked the way Antony was smiling as he came back to her.

  'Well?'

  'It's all fixed. Judd's your man on the twelfth.'

  'Oh. You know, it just occurred to me – Judd and Tina – I wouldn't want that sort of thing.'

  Antony's eyes gleamed as he regarded her.

  'No? Well, you'll find that Judd will very quickly work out what it is you do want.'

  He raised an eyebrow at her and raised his glass in a silent toast before putting it to his lips. Maggie's mouth felt inexplicably dry and she gulped at her drink.

  'I'd better be going. Will I see you on the twelfth at this party?'

  'You might.'

  'And Alexander? I . . . I'd rather like to spend some time with him.'

  Antony was suddenly remote.

  'And you shall, my dear. Count on it.'

  His lips twisted slightly into a smile which seemed to Maggie to be bitter. She watched as he drained his glass before saying, 'Well, as I said, I'd better go. It's very late.'

  Antony suddenly reached out and cupped one demurely covered breast in his hand. He took its weight and seemed to study it intently, brushing his thumb over its tip and watching the nipple spring to attention beneath the fabric of her dress with satisfaction. Squeezing gently, he raised his eyes to hers.

  Maggie felt unable to move as she was pinned by his curiously inquisitive gaze. Her lips p
arted in a silent gasp as, without taking his eyes from hers, he intensified the pressure of the squeeze until it was painful. He watched her reaction expressionlessly until, suddenly, he let her go.

  'Good night, Maggie,' he said softly.

  She rose and gathered up her things before turning away, her legs unsteady.

  4

  She was in a small, intimate, square room lit by candles, their flickering light dancing on the deep red velvet of the walls. The sweet, heavy smell of incense clogged the air. Soft music played continuously on a music system which couldn't be seen and a couple danced close together in the middle of the room. Alexander and Janine.

  Janine's short, white dress clung lovingly to every curve of her slender body which was pressed against the length of Alexander's as if they were melded together. Her blonde head rested lightly on the muscular cushion of his shoulder and they were swaying slowly, languorously, in time with the music, their movements unhurried and in complete harmony.

  Maggie watched them jealously from the shadows in the corner of the room. She turned as she felt a light tap on her shoulder and found herself caught by amused hazel eyes.

  'Poor Maggie!' Judd murmured. 'Here – I've brought you another drink.'

  He was so close she could smell the heavy musk of his skin, feel his warm breath caress her cheek. She reached out her hand to touch him and he seemed to melt away, laughing softly. Frustrated, Maggie turned her eyes back to the dance floor and the couple who, oblivious to their surroundings, were now kissing deeply.

  Janine's skirt had ridden up her thighs to reveal lacy white stocking tops and suspenders which framed her naked bottom. Alexander's large hand looked shockingly tanned against Janine's white skin as he cupped the buttocks and squeezed the malleable flesh.

  The entire room was carpeted in luxurious, red plush pile, so long that the couple in the middle of the room were ankle deep in it. Glancing round the room, Maggie saw that there were several other small tables arranged in a semi-circle. All were occupied, but she was the only lone female..