Raw Silk

by Lisabet Sarai

  He switched to the other nipple, rolling it back and forth between the lacquered wood sticks. Kate gave a little moan, and thrust her chest forward.

  “You are incorrigible, Somtow,” she said when she had caught her breath. “In any case, I’ll bet that you are quite stiff yourself.”

  “You would win that wager,” he chuckled. He stood up and Kate saw that he had already unzipped his trousers and released his erection, that he had been stroking himself with his left hand even as he used the chopsticks with his right.

  “You know,” she said with a smile, “I am still a bit hungry after all.” She grabbed one of the cushions from the bench and threw it on the floor in front of him. Then she knelt and began feasting on his smooth, cool flesh.

  The slender Thai rested his hands on her shoulders and pressed his pelvis against her mouth. Kate worked his penis like a vacuum cleaner, sucking him as if to extract every drop of his cum. She relished his slightly salty taste and the now-familiar whiff of sandalwood that came from him. He moaned, and she paused to admonish him. “Shh!” she whispered. “I don’t want the management to come rushing in thinking that I’m doing you harm.”

  “I cannot help myself, Katherine,” Somtow gasped.

  “Maybe I need to gag you,” she said playfully, and then was a little shocked by her own words. Was her association with Gregory polluting her mind to such an extent?

  She returned her attention to his cock, licking up and down its length before swallowing it again. The skin was petal-soft. She could feel the pulse of blood raging beneath.

  As Somtow came closer to climax, Kate felt her own heart beginning to pound. Her clit throbbed in the same rhythm as his cock, and she could feel her lower lips swelling, opening, aching for attention. She was determined, though, not to allow him access to her sex. Technically, at least, she wanted to adhere to the rules she had established. She wanted the contest on Saturday to be fair and unbiased. She sucked harder, and lightly raked her teeth over his rigid flesh. Come on, Somtow, she thought. Cum in my mouth, my sweet prince.

  He hovered on the edge. Kate could feel his muscles tensing. But instead of letting go, he gently pushed against her shoulders, pulling out of her mouth. “Turn around, please, Katherine. I want to share my pleasure with you.”

  “No, Somtow. We all agreed, no sex until the showdown.”

  “Oh?” He raised one eyebrow. “And what do you call this that we have been doing for the last fifteen minutes?

  “In any case, the notion that you should have no sexual contact with any of us was your idea. In my opinion, it is unnecessary, and unrealistic. You cannot segregate your feelings and desires that way. This lunch is part of the contest, Katherine.”

  She realised that he was right. Her body spoke for her even when her mind tried to remain uncommitted and in control.

  “Please, Katherine,” Somtow almost whispered. “Turn around.”

  She did as he requested, resting her elbows on the table. He raised her skirt around her waist. However, he did not pull down her underpants as she expected. Instead, he simply pushed the fabric covering her sex aside, and entered her inside her silk panties.

  His penis met no resistance. She was, she knew, wet and ready. He moved slowly, probing then withdrawing, somewhat constrained by the enclosing garment. The feeling was interesting, new, exciting.

  Her buttocks and her bush were completed covered, yet there was this hard cock filling her. There was a kind of secret thrill to it, as if she could be fucked in the middle of a crowd and no one would know. As Somtow thrust harder, the force pulled on the fabric, tightening it deliciously against her clit. She reached down and stroked herself through the silk. The indirect stimulation sent sparks through her. She rubbed harder, but still kept the fabric between her fingers and her flesh.

  Kate bit her lip to keep back her moans. “Yes, Somtow,” she whispered hoarsely. “Yes, my dear…”

  As if her voice drove him to a frenzy, he began to pound his cock into her, burying the full length of it in her writhing body. Kate felt the spring of climax coiling inside her. “Yes…”

  There was a tearing sound. Strong as it was, the silk gave way before the force of his fucking. Somtow grabbed the torn scrap and pulled it off. She felt a breeze from the ceiling fan caress her bare cheeks as Somtow impaled her completely and the spring released itself. Exquisite vibrations shook her. Her cunt pulsed and shivered. And despite her best intentions, a loud cry of pleasure echoed in the high-ceilinged chamber.

  For a long moment, the only sound was Kate’s laboured breathing. She leaned her head on her hands, still savouring the after-pulses of her orgasm. Somtow moved inside her, and Kate discovered with surprise that he was still hard. He had not come with her. She looked over her shoulder at his handsome, smiling face.

  He stroked her ass gently. “Katherine, my dear, you should never deny yourself.” He twisted his hips a little, so that his penis shifted slightly, wakening more vibrations.

  “But what about you, Somtow? What about your pleasure?”

  He paused for a moment. Then he rested a finger delicately on the tight knot of her anus. “I would like to enter you here, Katherine. I want to explore your darker channel. May I?”

  Kate was rocked by conflicting desires. On the one hand, his light touch raised memories of the intense pleasures awaiting her via that portal. His smooth, slender cock would feel glorious there, she guessed, dancing slippery and nimble in and out of her. Some part of her, though, still felt that dark door belonged to Gregory. He had taken her virginity, there. It was probably absurd, but like virgins everywhere she attached special significance to this, felt that she owed him some special loyalty. Though Gregory had never asked for a promise, she realised she had made one, in her heart of hearts.

  Still, how could she refuse sweet Somtow, so generous and devoted to her pleasure? But she could not bring herself to agree.

  “No, Somtow. I hate to deny you anything, and I am deeply grateful for your asking. I will do just about anything that you request, but please, not that.”

  Somtow looked surprised for a moment, then he seemed to understand. Did he, in fact, intuit that her reservations revolved around Marshall? He leaned over and planted a kiss on each of her buttocks.

  “Of course, Katherine.”

  “In that case, would you be willing to take me, there?”

  A shock ran through Kate, followed by a surge of lust. She understood what he meant. Did she dare fulfill his request?

  She turned to him, her heart pounding in her ears. “How, Somtow? I don’t know what to do”

  He smiled gently. “Use your intuition, Katherine. I trust you, and your sensual imagination.”

  She nodded, still uncertain. Somtow unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants down to his ankles. He was hugely erect. He turned toward the table and bent over, his legs spread as wide as the trousers would allow. Another man in that position might have looked ridiculous. Somtow moved with simple grace, though, and his muscular, perfectly-proportioned body changed what would have been a posture of humiliation into a gesture of lovely submission. He was offering himself to her, for his pleasure and hers.

  Kate ran both palms over the swelling globes of his ass. The skin was smooth and soft as her own. The touch sent a thrill through her, tightening her nipples.

  He was nearly hairless, but there was a touch of downy black around his scrotum. She reached between his thighs to cup his balls in one hand. They were tense, contracted by his arousal. She stroked her thumb over the wrinkled skin and Somtow moaned. She reached further forward and grasped his cock at the root. It was like iron, and pointed nearly vertical.

  Still holding his penis, she used her other hand to separate his cheeks. Here, there was no hair. The brown rosette lay naked, waiting for her. She blew upon it and saw the muscles tense in response to the moving air. She felt simultaneously drawn and repelled.

  She remembered her fantasies in Singapore, Gregory ordering her to anal se
rvice. This felt very different. She was in control. She had the power to penetrate and to pleasure Somtow. Relinquishing her hold on Somtow’s cock, she held his buttocks open and bent to touch her tongue to the tight curl of muscle.

  The flesh was ridged and firm. The taste was strange, musty, but not unpleasant. She ran her tongue up and down the groove between his cheeks, then circled the entrance. Somtow made little noises of pleasure. She saw the muscles relax a bit, inviting her. She lapped with the tip of her tongue against the tiny orifice that appeared. Then she pushed her tongue in, as deeply as she could.

  Somtow sighed and pressed his hips back, urging her further in. She twirled her tongue inside the opening. Her own anus twitched as she imagined the sensations she was providing. She felt powerful, daring, dirty.

  She removed her tongue. It was not long enough. Instead, she licked her fingers until they were soaked with her saliva. Then she inserted two fingers, pushing them gently but firmly into his rectum.

  It was hot inside him, and damp. She could feel him clench down on her fingers. He rocked back and forth, sliding over her. She hooked her index finger and pulled back a bit, feeling the resistance at the entrance. Then she added a third finger. He twisted his hips. He was murmuring something in Thai.

  She had small hands. Remembering him, skewered by Uthai’s huge cock, she knew that her fingers were not enough to satisfy him. She wished for Noi’s dildo. Heat flashed through her as she imagined herself in a strap-on, plowing this open and willing ass before her.

  Futile imaginings, though. She cast her mind about. What could she use to penetrate him as she knew he wanted?

  Her eye fell on Somtow’s chopsticks, lying on the table. Too thin, she thought. But the smooth lacquer might still feel interesting. She pulled out her fingers. A dark, funky smell filled the cubicle. Somtow gave a little whimper of protest.

  “Hush,” she said. “I’ll be right back.”

  She grabbed the chopsticks and licked them well. Then she pushed one into him, a few inches only. She knew she had to be careful not to pierce the delicate membranes inside. She began to slide it in and out, as rapidly as she could. Somtow held very still, but the soft sounds that came from him told her that he was enjoying this.

  She held the stick motionless, just inside him. Then she carefully slid the second chopstick in, next to the first. Rather than pushing them in, she pulled them apart slightly, stretching the muscles at the entrance.

  “Oh, Katherine!” Somtow barely intelligible. “Oh, yes.” She pulled them further apart.

  He wanted to be filled, stretched. How well she understood his feelings. But she lacked the anatomical capabilities to do what he desired, and she had few artificial possibilities available.

  Still holding the lacquered sticks apart, she mentally reviewed the contents of her purse. She recalled her hairbrush. Perhaps that would do.

  “I will be back in just a moment, my dear. Don’t move.” She left the chopsticks protruding from him and went to get the brush. When she returned, she was struck by the perversity of the scene. Sensing her gaze, he tightened his sphincter and the sticks moved slightly. Kate gave a low laugh.

  “I know, you want more. Well, I have something else for you here. Don’t look, now,” she said with mock severity as he began to turn around.

  The hairbrush was pale blue, made of hard plastic. It was the handle that interested her, a cylinder about six inches long and an inch in diameter that tapered near the end. Not in the league with Uthai’s penis, Kate thought, but in her inexperience, she might do damage with anything larger.

  She looked again at Somtow’s upraised posterior, and the sticks rising from his anus. Incredible, she thought, stroking his pale cheek. She had a fleeting impulse to spank that white flesh, to see the red imprint of her palm. She suppressed this urge, almost before she was conscious of it. Her sex responded, though. New moisture flooded her.

  Lubrication, Kate thought with an inner smile. Still gazing at her lover’s body arrayed before her, she crouched down and slipped the brush handle into her cunt. With her other hand, she pressed her clit against the hardness. It was nearly enough to make her come again.

  Not yet, she told herself sternly as she removed the makeshift dildo, now covered with her juices, and returned her attention to Somtow. “You’ll like this,” she said to him softly. Slowly, she pulled out first one chopstick and then the other. His rear opening was larger now. She blew on it again and watched the muscles contract.

  “Relax,” she said, “and open wide.” She positioned the tip of the plastic rod against him and pushed gently.

  There was resistance for a moment, and then Kate could actually see his muscles release and open to her. She continued to apply a gentle, steady pressure. Little by little, the blue plastic disappeared into his rear hole, until finally all six inches were inside of him.

  “Do you like that?” she asked, incredibly turned on herself. The bristles of the brush stood up from his hole like some strange tail. Somtow only moaned.

  “I’ll assume that means yes,” she said softly. She took hold of the brush end and slowly pulled until only the tip remained inside him. Then just as slowly, she pushed it back in. Gradually, she picked up the pace of her strokes, always careful not to press too suddenly or too hard. She spoke to him softly as she worked, building her own arousal and his.

  “Somtow, you have no idea how hot you look, with my hairbrush in your butt. My princely lecher, you’d do anything for pleasure, wouldn’t you?” She twisted the handle inside him. “I know you’d like even more, something bigger and harder still, and you know, Somtow, I’d love to give that to you. Someday I’d like to harness myself to a dildo and bugger you the way you really want it.”

  Her pussy was gaping, moisture dripping down her thighs. Leaving the brush all the way inside him, she reached around his waist and grasped his penis. She circled it with her fingers. Somtow moaned but otherwise held still. She walked forward until her sex was even with his buttocks, then pushed her pelvis forward. As she raked her bulging clit back and forth over the stiff bristles, she squeezed Somtow’s cock with all her strength.

  He exploded in her hand, a long wail escaping his throat. His cum flowed hot over her fingers. In the midst of his spasms, he thrust his hips backward, pushing the brush end deeper between her swollen lips. The sharp prick of the bristles on that tender flesh was what she needed, finally, to strip away the last shreds of her control. Kate yelled and ground herself against the painful barbs, as her mind filled with the impossible image of the prickly brush-head disappearing into her vagina.

  All was quiet save for the swish of the fan. Somtow still lay slumped on the table. Kate had collapsed onto the cushion on the floor. The Thai stirred, looked over his shoulder at his companion, and smiled in blissful satisfaction. He reached behind him and grasped the brush, pulling it slowly out. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the sensations, as he did so.

  He refastened his pants, noting with some chagrin that the tablecloth was damp with semen. Then he knelt by Kate’s side, and kissed her until he roused her.

  “Katherine, my sweet. How are you feeling?”

  Kate sat up and looked around them. Her blouse and bra lay scattered on the bench where she had discarded them. The tattered remains of her knickers and one damp chopstick sat under the table. In the throes of their passion, they had tipped over the teapot. The infamous hairbrush lay on table in a puddle of tea.

  Her breasts were sweaty and her hands sticky with Somtow’s cum. Her skirt was wrinkled and bunched up around her waist. There were little scratches on the insides of her thighs from the stiff brush.

  She reached up and touched the sapphire at her throat, then gazed up at the sensitive, concerned face of her lover.

  “Wonderful,” she said. “I feel wonderful.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Showdown

  Kate took the remainder of the afternoon off. In the state she was in, she could hardly return to the o
ffice. Even after she had straightened herself up as best she could, the taxi driver gave her a curious look. She could feel the residual dampness between her thighs as her bare bottom brushed the lining of her skirt.

  Somtow had bid her farewell in such respectful tones that she was embarrassed. Even given his high opinion of her, personally and sexually, she guessed that she had surprised him that afternoon. She had surprised herself. She recalled the delicious feeling of being in control, the thrill of seeing Somtow’s pliant, submissive body arrayed for her use. Was this what Gregory felt, she wondered, when he looked at her? She flashed back to the fishing shack, remembered being drunk on her own power as she scourged Edward Harrison. Perhaps she and Marshall were more alike than she had thought.

  She had not heard from Gregory since the previous week, when he had called to share his cyberclub scheme. Unlike Somtow, he was sticking to the rules of the game. She smiled to herself, knowing that he was doing so only to frustrate her, to pique her desire for his attentions. She did want him. Her encounter with Somtow had awakened ideas that she wanted to explore with him. She could wait, though; she had learned. Tomorrow night it would be her turn to make him wait.

  The telephone was ringing when she let herself into the house. Slipping off her shoes, she ran to grab it. She sank wearily onto the sofa as she recognised David’s voice. No guilt, she told herself. No regrets.

  “Kate, I’m glad that I reached you.”

  “I just got home. I needed some time by myself—to prepare.”

  Kate could almost see him nod. “I understand. Look, I am really sorry that I conked out on you last night.”

  “No problem.”

  “No, really, I apologise. I really wanted to have dinner with you. But I was bushed. Somtow took me all over: the Grand Palace and Temple of the Emerald Buddha, the National Museum, Wat Arun, the textile market, and finally, a sail through the canals on a rice barge. It was fantastic, but I couldn’t put one foot in front of the other by the time we had finished.”