by Selena Kitt
"Ohhhhhh fuck," I cried when he slid his cock out and pressed it between my pussy lips, using the head of it to rub at my clit. He knew how much I loved that, the spongy, wet tip making a hot, fleshy trail over that sensitive bud.
He slapped at my cunt with his cock, jerking it roughly a few times against my lips, making me moan, and then found my clit again, rubbing fast and steady. My legs trembled, sensing my impending orgasm, and I panted and writhed and worked toward it, arching my back and rolling my hips. Everything between my legs felt thick and swollen, ready to pop, and then something did—Jack pulled one of the beads out of my ass!
"Ohhhhh GOD!" I moaned, shivering when the thick, round orb slid out of that tight, contracting orifice.
"You like that?" Jack murmured, and then he was kneeling behind me, his face buried up between my legs, his tongue doing the work his cock had been doing just a moment ago, with a much more deft and precise aim.
"Oh baby, you're gonna make me come," I warned him, as if he needed to be cautioned.
He knew just what he was doing, his whole face buried against my pussy, the tension growing as he tugged on the string leading into my ass. The tug grew insistent, a pull and release, and I felt the beads inside of me shifting somehow, as if they were waiting, too.
"Now, oh, now!" I cried, grinding my pussy against his tongue, the sweet pulse of my release beginning to overtake me. He made a deep sound in his throat, still sucking and licking at my flesh, and the tension in my ass became incredible as he pulled—hard—and tugged all of the beads out of my ass in a row.
My orgasm became something else with that motion. What began as a sweet lapping tide coming in became a sudden tidal wave, and I screamed as it hit with the aching sensation of my ass being emptied, each bead popping through that taut ring in quick succession, slipping out of the secret cavern of my ass.
But Jack wasn't done with me. My ass still gaping, my body still shivering with my climax, he stood and slid his cock into the space where the beads had just been. I gasped at the soft insistence of his flesh, so different from the unforgiving demand of the beads, as he tunneled his way past that still pulsing band of muscle, forcing his way deeper into my ass.
"Ohhhh fuck yeah," he groaned, grabbing my hips and sinking deeper still before beginning to move. His hand gripped my wrists and pulled them up behind my back and he held them there while he thrust into me, his cock like a piston driving into my flesh.
"Come inside me," I pleaded, wanting to feel the heat of his cock exploding, filling that hot, aching passage. "Do it, baby, fill my ass with your cum!"
"Oh god," he moaned, his grip tightening as he thrust again, rocking me hard against the edge of the tub, and I felt it, a thick pulse on the underside of his cock as his climax began.
"Yes, yes, yes," I encouraged, squeezing his cock, making him jerk and buck and groan as he emptied himself deep into my belly. He pulled back just a little then, and I felt still more of his cum hitting my ass in hot spurts, leaving a slick trail of heat as it slid down my pussy lips.
With another groan, Jack released me, collapsing down into the tub, and I went with him, crawling into his lap. We rocked in the waves, kissing, still panting, both of us spent.
"We need another bath," I murmured against his ear.
"Hand me the soap," he chuckled, sliding his hands over the rounded swell of my ass.
"I can't," I groaned. "You're going to kill me..."
"But we'll die happy." He smiled, his finger finding and probing me there. I smiled, too, murmuring an agreement and opening for him once again. I just couldn't seem to help myself.
Chapter 6
“Oh my god!” I opened the package and stood staring at the contents, aghast.
We’d seen it today while we were out window shopping, but I never in a million years thought we could afford it. More lingerie than dress, it was something I’d long for but never buy myself, because I just couldn’t justify it. Where would I wear it? And if I had somewhere to wear it once, well, did that make it worth the cost? I would spend hours talking myself out of it, all the while longing to try it on, and eventually walk away empty handed.
But Jack had bought it and had it delivered to the hotel. “Red,” Jack instructed, holding the panties out to me. “No bra.”
I didn’t say anything as I took it all into the bathroom, taking off the robe I’d been wearing after our bath and slipping the dress over my head. It was a Valentino with a black silk top, spaghetti straps, but the bottom was sheer lace, form-fitting and long. The red panties would show right through it. Everything would show right through it…
I groaned when I pulled the panties on. I’d forgotten they were a thong.
My hair was still slightly damp as I pulled it up and back, twisting it into place and securing it with a beaded wraparound and a long, curved stick. Auburn curls escaped at my temples, framing my face, and I tugged at the top of the dress, worried about the amount of cleavage I was showing with no bra on. Could I really go out dressed like this? Was it even legal?
“Jack?” I pulled open the door tentatively, seeing him shrugging on his dinner jacket. His eyes widened when he saw me, his mouth dropping open.
“Holy hell.” He took one step toward me and stopped, transfixed, as I came into the room. I was still barefoot, and the black lace edge of the dress grazed the ground when I wasn’t wearing heels. His eyes swept downward and lingered at the red beacon of the panties under the dress. I felt as if I were wearing a neon sign.
“I don’t know if I can go out like this.” I stepped into a pair of black heels, bending over to buckle the straps. Jack’s eyes brightened when I did and I flushed, knowing he could see me, completely exposed except for the thong, from behind. “Where are we going?”
“At the moment, I’m thinking…bed?” He grinned, grabbing me and turning me to him to kiss me. I slipped my arms around his neck, kissing him back, feeling more relaxed in his arms than I had in years.
“So, where are we really going?” I tilted my head so he could access my neck and he gave me shivery kisses down over my collarbone.
“Dinner.” He kissed the tops of my breasts. Thankfully the dress had a little built in support, but my nipples were hard and poking into the material. “And I’m having you for dessert.”
“No objections from me,” I murmured, feeling the crotch of my panties starting to get wet already. I didn’t know how I was going to manage to make it through dinner. Jack pocketed his wallet and the key card, opening the door to the hallway and leading me out. We passed an older couple in the corridor carrying luggage toward their room. They didn’t appear to notice at first, but then I heard the woman gasp and that turned the man’s head. His eyes widened as we passed and she smacked him on the arm, hissing, “Steven!”
“I think that was the dress,” I whispered as Jack pushed the elevator button. I saw the man still staring as he fumbled for something in his pockets.
“No.” Jack took me by the elbow as we entered the elevator. “It was the woman in the dress.”
I flushed as the doors whooshed closed, taking us down to the first floor. I thought Jack would lead us to the valet, so they could get our car, but I was surprised when he pulled me past the desk and around the corner. One of the guys working valet raised his eyebrows as we passed, and I blushed, turning my face toward Jack.
“They have a great restaurant here,” Jack explained, giving the maître d' our name. I couldn’t help but feel everyone’s eyes on me and was relieved to see it was relatively empty—only one couple seated in a far corner. Of course, we were early for dinner. Thankfully, it was moderately dark inside, lit only by candles in the center of the tables, and they seated us quite quickly, but I was disappointed there were no booths to hide in, just tables and chairs with open backs.
“I feel so exposed,” I whispered. Jack just smiled, perusing his menu. I decided quickly—something small, easy to eat fast, and nothing that would stain—a Chinese chicken salad. When
the waiter came by, I was eager to give him my order and get back to our room.
“I’ll have—Lloyd.” The name escaped my lips in a near whisper and I felt an insidious blush rising from my chest to my cheeks.
The waiter startled, his eyes sweeping over me in surprise and sudden recognition. “Hello again.”
I nodded, fanning myself slowly with the menu and hoping I didn’t look as red as I felt. “I’ll have the Chinese chicken salad…and water. Lots of water.”
He nodded, making a note of it, and turned to Jack, who I noticed was grinning from ear to ear. “Porterhouse, medium rare, baked potato, and the lady and I would like a bottle of wine. What would you recommend?”
“The wine menu is here, sir.” Lloyd cleared his throat, leaning over and pulling a smaller menu off the table, handing it to Jack. I saw his eyes dip into my cleavage and wondered if he could see the color of my panties through the lace from his angle. I didn’t want to look down and draw attention to it to check.
Jack raised his eyebrow. “No recommendations?”
Lloyd looked directly at me, pushing his glasses up. “I’d recommend a red, sir… a red is fuller, it has more body and spirit…” His eyes moved from my hair down to my waist… and lower… and I was sure he could see the color of my panties.
I cleared my throat. “Are you sure you’re talking about wine?”
Jack chuckled. “It’s true about redheads, too.”
“That’s what I hear…” Lloyd turned to Jack. “If they’re real redheads.”
“Oh, I am,” I said quickly, used to defending the rich color of my hair.
Lloyd grinned. “Yes, ma’am…I remember.”
“Oh…” The memory of standing bent over near the bed with a glass butt plug stuck deep into my ass while he brought in our room service made me dizzy and faint and I fanned myself faster with the menu.
“We’ll have a bottle of Dom Perignon.” Jack put down the wine menu. I stared at him, blinking fast.
“Will that be all, sir?”
Jack winked. “For now…thanks.”
“Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed.” I grabbed and covered my face with the wine menu as Lloyd walked away.
“You’re beautiful.” Jack took the menu from me, putting back on the table. I felt his hand on my knee under the table, rubbing the lace against my bare skin.
“Jack…”
He smiled, his eyes bright. “I want you to do something for me.”
“What?” I cocked my head at him, suspicious, and I was right to be.
“Go into the bathroom and take off your panties.”
I stared at him. “What?”
“You heard me.” He grinned and sat back as Lloyd came to the table with the bottle of wine. He used a corkscrew right there and I jumped when the cork popped, gasping.
“Here you go, ma’am.” Lloyd handed a full glass to me as he poured Jack’s wine. “Did you know that the very first wine glass was molded from the breast of Helen of Troy?”
“I…” Looking at Jack, I smiled. “I had no idea.”
“It’s true.” Lloyd re-corked the bottle and set it back on ice. “Although later, it’s rumored that Marie Antoinette decided to make a new glass molded from her own breast, and the size of the wine glass was considerably increased.”
Jack grinned. “Good thing they didn’t use yours, honey. We’d have to throw the two-glass rule right out the window.”
I flushed. “Jack!”
Lloyd winked at me. “I wouldn’t mind drinking from such a lovely, overflowing cup.”
I cleared my throat. “Thank you…Lloyd.”
When I said his name, he smiled. “You’re welcome.”
Jack waited until Lloyd had excused himself and was out of earshot to lean in to me and whisper, “Now…go.”
“But…Jack…this dress…” I pleaded with my eyes, biting my lip. I had hoped, in the midst of the breast and wine talk, he’d forgotten his request.
“I know.” His eyes were full of heat as he looked at me. “I want the whole world to know you’re a real redhead.”
“Jack!”
“Do it.” He insisted, pulling something out of his pocket. It was a small white box, wrapped with a red ribbon around it. “And put this on.”
Unable to resist finding out what was in the box, I stood, looking around for the bathroom. It was just a few tables away, through a doorway flanked with two tall, potted rubber tree plants. I slipped through the door marked “Ladies” and stood looking at myself in the full-length mirror for a moment, thinking how far from “ladylike” this dress made me look—or feel. It was incredibly revealing and sexy.
There was no one in the restroom and I pulled the ribbon on the box, opening it, excited. Frowning, I pulled out a little plastic red butterfly with several elastic bands attached, and then saw a note with Jack’s handwriting at the bottom of the box. “For you to wear” it said, and had an illustration of just where to put it—and how. I stared at the picture, stunned, sure it couldn’t be right, but it had a front and back view, and as technical instructions went, it was pretty darned clear.
I took it into the stall with me, lifting the lace skirt of the dress high up over my hips and slipping the red panties down, stepping out of them. The butterfly centered itself between my legs with a little fleshy nub touching my clit. It had a flexible plastic piece that stretched back with an anal probe attached. I slid that in first, gasping as it entered the tight muscle of my sphincter with no hint of lubrication. It didn’t go in far—three or four inches at the most—and it was only as thick as a man’s finger. The elastic straps were clear and attached to the butterfly, front and back, to keep it on.
I picked up the panties from the floor and went to the sink to wash my hands. Then I stood in the full length mirror, looking between my legs. The butterfly spread its wings over my pussy lips, leaving the bright red shock of my pubic hair showing above it. You could definitely see I was a real redhead all right, even through the black lace. The thought of going back out into the restaurant like this was both exciting and almost too humiliating to imagine.
I gasped when I opened the door, finding Lloyd standing outside of it. “I’m sorry!”
“Your husband…” Lloyd looked down between my legs, his eyes drawn there like a magnet. The red panties were gone, but my pubic hair showed through the lace, as did the little butterfly wings. “Asked me…to check…”
“I’m fine.” I balled the red panties up tighter in my hand. “Thank you.”
He nodded, stepping back and letting me pass.
“Perfect.” Jack smiled when I walked back to the table, sitting carefully as the probe pushed deeper into my ass, the butterfly kissing my clit. “Like it?”
“It’s…different.” I took a gulp of wine, glancing around the table and then tossing the panties across the table to him. “Did you…did you send that waiter…?”
He smiled, slipping them into his jacket pocket. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
I raised my eyebrows at him. “I wasn’t gone that long.”
“Chinese chicken salad.” Lloyd set the plate in front of me, and another in front of Jack. “Porterhouse…is there anything else I can get for you?”
I shook my head, picking up my fork and starting to eat. Jack was clearly enjoying himself, but I wanted to finish and get back to the room as quickly as we could. Playing sex games in the hotel room was one thing, but playing sex games in public? I was afraid we’d get kicked out—or arrested. The thought of trying to explain to my parents, who were watching the kids, why they had to bail Jack and I out of jail, was just too humiliating to contemplate.
“That will be all, thanks.” Jack gave him a nod, picking up his wine glass. “If you need anything, just ask for—“
I gasped out loud and nearly came off my seat when the butterfly between my legs began to vibrate. Both men looked at me, Lloyd’s eyes wide with surprise, Jack’s glinting mischievously.
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��Are you all right?” Lloyd asked.
“Just…spicy…” I nodded, eyes widening as the vibration increased, and the soft buzz between my legs became clearly audible. I looked at Jack, panicked, but he just sat back and grinned, one hand still on his wine glass, the other in his coat pocket.
Lloyd looked doubtfully at my Chinese chicken salad—which wasn’t spicy in the least. “Do you want me to take it back for you?”
“No, no.” I shook my head, desperate to get rid of him, waving him away. “It’s fine, really—it just…surprised me.”
He nodded, still looking puzzled, his eyes dipping downward as I wiggled in my chair. I knew he could hear it—he had to be able to hear it. I felt it buzzing noisily against my clit, the soft nub rubbing back and forth when I moved. Lloyd’s eyes drifted slowly upwards, meeting mine, and I swallowed when I saw the dawning realization on his face.