by Various
Kay slid her arms under Merlina’s hips. She leaned closer, her hands curling up and around Merlina’s waist, then down to spread Merlina’s labia further. Merlina’s stiff pink clit poked up right in front of Kay’s mouth. Kay’s tongue flicked out again, directly onto the centre of that glistening bundle of nerves. Merlina bucked and cried out, thrusting her hips up to meet Kay’s ruthlessly flailing tongue. Kay smiled, and kept her tongue moving.
‘You ordered us to awaken your body, goddess,’ Elaine said quietly. ‘Are we doing it correctly?’
If they’d been doing it any more correctly, Merlina would have been screaming.
‘More,’ she panted. ‘Harder. Fingers, too. My servants by the door, remove your slave belts and put your hands on your dicks. You may worship me from afar.’
I threw the pre-come-soaked G-string aside and shuddered as my hand closed around my shaft. Masturbating in front of anyone, even Merlina, embarrassed me so much. I rarely did it even at birthday celebrations. Doing it now in front of all my closest friends, when I was so desperately, uncontrollably horny, was almost more than I could stand. I stroked slowly up, trembling as I kept my eyes glued to the sight of my glorious goddess wife being serviced by her attendants.
Kay lifted one hand, wiggling her two middle fingers. Elaine fumbled at the side of the tub and caught the bottle of silicone oil resting on the edge. She poured a thick, steady stream over Kay’s fingers. Then she set the bottle down and kissed her way over Merlina’s neck. Elaine’s tongue trailed around the soft weight of Merlina’s breast, teasing the nipple until it stood up long and hard. Then Elaine opened her mouth wide, and sucked in Merlina’s entire areola.
Merlina gasped. But, instead of relaxing into the sensation the way she usually did, she jumped again. Her breath came out in a long, shaky sigh, and she lay there trembling.
I frowned. Kay was using only one hand to hold Merlina’s labia open. The other hand, the one Elaine had drenched in lube, was moving beneath the water. Her middle fingers were hidden, her thumb wiggling just below her still-flailing tongue. Normally, Merlina moaned and relaxed when I put my fingers in her pussy. Then Kay’s thumb slid under the water, too. Merlina moaned all right, but the trembling increased.
Oh, fuck. If Kay’s thumb was in Merlina’s pussy, that meant Kay’s other fingers were … up Merlina’s ass.
I didn’t do that often. Merlina said she wanted me to, but my fingers were too rough. Kay’s fingers were smaller than mine, and she had at least two, maybe three of them up my wife’s ass. Obviously, I had some major learning to do in that department. Kay’s arm was moving in long, firm strokes, rocking Merlina’s body with each thrust. When she sucked Merlina’s clit into her mouth, Kay’s cheeks moved in tandem with her arm, harder, stronger. Elaine’s and Audrey’s sucking was picking up the rhythm, too. Stronger, but still so incredibly gentle.
‘Don’t stop,’ Merlina panted. ‘Make me come. I want to come. Come!’ The last word was an order, and it ended on a squeal. Merlina bucked up, screaming and flailing as water splashed over the side of the tub. Elaine and Audrey and Kay held her tight, sucking and pumping and keeping Merlina’s head above water as she screamed and came again. Finally, Merlina choked out,‘Enough!’ and relaxed into the arms of her happy, laughing girlfriends.
I came in my hand. From the sounds around me, I wasn’t the only one. I didn’t care who was looking at me. Now I knew why Merlina had insisted on ‘anticipation’. She wanted to make sure I’d be up for more than one round of worshipping her by masturbation in her goddess fantasy. Oh, baby, I was up for it!
We men waited patiently at the side of the room, surreptitiously wiping ourselves with hand towels while the girls re-enacted Botticelli’s Birth of Venus painting. Kay and Elaine and Audrey led Merlina from the tub, then dried her and each other with soft fluffy towels. They hooked Merlina’s garter belt around her waist, eased the white silk stockings back up her long, elegant legs and pulled the lacy thong up over her glistening bare labia. Then they strapped on her heels and pulled the slinky white dress down over her glistening, well-pampered curves.
As Audrey blew out the candles, Elaine picked up a handful of green velvet ribbons and tied each man’s cock in a below-the-balls-and-over-the-shaft cock ring that left no doubt we’d all be ready to serve our goddess. Then Kay picked up a bowl of pink silk rose petals and, throwing the petals on the floor in front of her, led her still naked, giggling sisters into the main room.
Someone – I assumed it was Jim – had dimmed the lights to a soft golden glow. Moments later, Merlina was settled on a long, low couch, Elaine feeding her grapes and tidbits of cheese and Audrey holding a goblet of wine to her lips. Kay threw a pillow on the floor,knelt beside her and quietly slid a hand inside the top of Merlina’s dress. Merlina purred and tipped her head back, taking a deep swallow of wine. She licked her lips and pointed a finger at me.
‘You. Massage my feet. You –’ she pointed at Audrey’s husband, Mike ‘– eat my pussy. I want a lot of tongue on my clit.’
I wanted to eat her pussy! But Mike was on his knees in a heartbeat. He leaned over the bottom of the couch, lifted Merlina’s dress just enough to slide his face under it and put her legs on his shoulders. Then he pulled the thong to one side and went to town. As Merlina moaned, I caught a foot and eased the gorgeous strappy sandal from her toes. Then I dug my fingers deep into the silk-covered arch of her delicate, shapely foot, just the way she liked it. Her moans got even louder.
‘Nobody else gets to come,’ she panted. ‘Not until I’m satisfied.’
With that single command, the rest of us set to serving her with renewed determination.
Merlina was insatiable. One minute she had the front of her dress pulled open with Audrey and Stan sucking her nipples and me fucking her cunt. The only thing that kept me from shooting despite her command was the condom that was de rigueur for our group sex. Then Merlina straddled Kay’s face, her clit pressing down on Kay’s constantly moving lips, while Jim knelt in back of them, his face in Merlina’s crack, tonguing deep up her behind. She sucked Elaine’s huge, heavy breasts almost to bruises, sucking all the way through both their loud, wailing climaxes while I finger-fucked both their pussies. Then she sucked every well-trussed set of cock and balls in the room until we pleaded with her to let us come. She didn’t. Not even when she wailed through two more orgasms.
She finally had mercy on Jim and Mike and Stan, ordering each wife, one at a time, to work a well-lubed finger up her husband’s ass and suck him to climax while the others watched. Then she ordered the husbands to reciprocate, though she gave Stan permission to bury his face in Elaine’s crack before he finger-fucked her to her own screaming orgasm.
At Merlina’s direction, I sucked her nipples while she watched. The ecstatic reactions throughout the room told me we were going to be seeing variations on this theme at many other birthdays in the future. Then Merlina told me it was my turn. She pulled her dress off and threw it on the floor. Then she lay down on one of the queen-sized beds in just her garter belt and stockings.
I swallowed hard and obediently followed her orders to get in a 69 position over her. I buried my face in her pussy, groaning as she swallowed my cock. Then her finger brushed at my backdoor. I stiffened, my face heating with the most embarrassment, the most vulnerability and submission I’d ever felt in my life.
Merlina rubbed, letting me kiss her silky smooth pussy lips, but only the lips, until the tension flowed from my body. Cool lube slicked over me again. I shivered as her slick finger slid slowly in.
‘Don’t come,’ Merlina said softly, her lips kissing slowly up the side of my shaft. ‘Put your finger in me, just like I’m putting mine in you.’
Her glistening pucker winked softly in front of me. I held my hand out. Someone, I think it was Kay, squeezed lubricant on my finger. Then I was rubbing Merlina’s sphincter, brushing the edges, then slowly sliding my finger in and out, mimicking every move she was
doing to me.
‘That’s it,’ she said quietly. ‘I think you’ve got it now.’ She took a deep, shaking breath. ‘Roll over on your back.’
I did, my backdoor still quivering as Merlina rose up and knelt over me, facing my feet. I’d long since lost the condom. A feminine hand rolled a new one on me. I couldn’t see who. All three of the women were kneeling by the couch on the other side of Merlina. Then Merlina slowly lowered her pussy onto my cock, fucking me until I was fighting not to come in spite of the cock ring. She leaned forwards, my shaft buried to the hilt, and took a deep breath.
‘Put your finger up my bottom, but do it slowly and gently, just the way I showed you. We’re not going to have any more of your ham-fisted roughness. I want slow, tender pumping that makes me come really hard. Believe me, honey, I’ll make it worth your while.’
This time, I did it right. I slid my finger up her silky soft bottom–just as a slick female finger slid up my back door. A gentle hand cupped my balls and started to tug. Then Merlina untied the velvet ribbon around my cock. Matching the finger inside me touch for touch, I finger-fucked my goddess’s bottom, just the way she liked it, just the way she deserved, while she milked my cock with her ultra-talented pussy until, this time, we cried out together.
I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew, the guys were hauling me up to sing ‘Happy Birthday’. We lounged on the mattresses, clearing a path through the incredibly delicious food as we took turns feeding Merlina and talked about how this was the best birthday fantasy ever and how we should do it again next year – if it pleased our goddess to do so, of course. The look in Merlina’s eyes told me it wasn’t going to be anywhere near that long before she had her finger up my bottom again – and I had mine up hers, this time doing it right.
‘Happy birthday, goddess,’ I said with a grin, toasting her with another glass of wine.
Merlina giggled and I stuffed another grape in her mouth.
‘The day’s not over for another twenty minutes.’ She pushed me on the couch and straddled my now thoroughly exhausted cock. I raised my eyebrow as she lifted a well-sucked nipple to my lips.
‘I’m too tired to fuck anymore,’ she said, smiling. ‘But a bit more nipple-sucking would end the day really well for me.’
Far be it from me to deny my goddess on her birthday. I opened my mouth, took her breast in both hands and we indulged.
Live to Serve
Kathleen Tudor
Luis weighed the order ticket in his hand a moment, but he knew he was really weighing his options. The order was perfect – a Reuben that would take only a few minutes to cook and a steak sandwich, well done. His professional pride pricked him for a moment, but then his hand drifted down to his side and, as if acting on its own, touched the place in his pocket where the crisp $50 bill was folded away.
He sighed as he made the decision he’d already known he was going to make. He felt bad for Rose – she seemed like a nice girl – but his family could make an extra $50 here and there stretch pretty far. He wasn’t sure if the bossman wanted her gone or just liked to give her grief, but she was going to have to deal with it on her own.
He tossed the corned beef onto the grill alongside the sauerkraut, and then transferred them to a pair of rye slices slathered with Thousand Island. He only put the thick New York strip onto the grill when the sandwich was already assembled and grilling. That poor girl was just going to have to take care of herself.
***
Rose had known what was coming all day, ever since a late lunch order had been botched, with one sandwich coming out nearly ten minutes before the other. Her eyes flew frequently to her little gold watch as she wondered how much longer it would be before he called for her; it was a struggle to maintain the normal, polite façade that garnered her a decent amount of money every evening in tips.
She was carrying a stack of dirty dishes in one arm and mentally reciting an order she’d just taken when she heard the three words that always knocked her out of her regularly scheduled orbit. ‘Freddy wants you.’
‘Thanks,’ she said, sounding faint and squeaky even to her own ears. She dropped off the dirty dishes and went to the computer to enter the order as quickly as she could, having to consult her notes since the anticipation had pushed the details out of her head. It only took a couple of minutes, but a second co-worker had already been dispatched to find her by the time she was done.
‘Freddy said you’re to come to the office, now,’ said Katie, looking nervous. ‘I’m supposed to take your tables while you’re busy. Anything I need to know?’
‘Twelve needs to order. Other than that, just keep an eye on the window and drinks,’ Rose replied, trying to keep her voice steady. Her nerves were jangling and she felt her muscles quiver. ‘Thanks, Katie.’
Katie shrugged, probably preferring not to get too closely acquainted with the woman the boss had targeted, and brushed past Rose on her way to the salad-prep station. Rose took a breath, brushed her hands down her apron. Nothing left to do, she went around the corner and through the door that would take her into the inner area of the kitchen and, through that, to the office.
The office door was thick to block out kitchen noise, but at the moment it was propped open and waiting for her. She paused, wishing she’d had time to check her hair and makeup, then brushed the thought away and stepped through the doorway.
Freddy was inside, seated in the swivel chair that looked like it belonged in an executive suite instead of a crowded, messy restaurant office. ‘Shut the door.’
Rose did so, waiting until it had closed all the way before she turned to face Freddy, lowered her head and clasped her hands before her. ‘Yes, Master.’
‘Do you know why you’re here?’ he asked in a quiet, serious tone.
‘I have an idea, Master.’ She kept the irony out of her voice, barely, since she was fairly sure he’d somehow arranged her earlier problems.
‘You’ve gotten another complaint, Rose. I’m told that you brought cold food out to a customer at lunchtime today.’
Rose had long since learned not to protest her innocence or mention that it wasn’t her fault what happened in the kitchens. A shiver went through her, and she kept her eyes on Freddy’s black boots. ‘Yes, Master.’
‘It seems to me that this kind of behaviour must be punished. Don’t you think so, girl?’ He shifted in his seat and she allowed her eyes to flick up high enough to see that his erection strained against his zipper as if it was perfectly aware what came next. She took a deep breath through her nose as she forced her eyes back to the heavy boots.
‘Yes, Master, the girl deserves to be punished,’ she said in a voice that barely came out above a whisper.
‘Take your hair down.’
‘Yes, Master,’ Rose said, her hands already moving to free her long, wavy blonde hair from the bun that kept it contained while she worked. As she pulled the elastic free, her hair tumbled down around her shoulders and she shook it out for him, knowing how he loved to watch the shimmering waves in motion. He made a small sound of arousal and approval and she felt the tingles that had already started in her cunt intensify at the noise.
‘Take it out,’ he said, his own voice husky. His hands still rested on the armrests of his huge chair as he waited.
‘Yes, Master,’ she whispered again. She knelt on the concrete floor between his legs to put herself close to his straining cock and slowly, carefully worked the button and zipper of his trousers to allow it to spring free. The musky scent of him overtook her and she nearly swooned at the headiness of it.
Freddy made a low sound in his throat as she freed him. ‘Now let’s see how sorry you are. Open,’ he said. Rose opened her mouth wide and waited patiently. He stared at her for a long moment, forcing her to hold the embarrassing position before he finally grabbed the hair at the back of her head and guided her down onto his cock. ‘Oh, yes. That’s good.’
Rose closed her eyes and focused on keeping her th
roat open the way that he had taught her. Master slowly pushed her head down onto his cock, forcing the hard length of it past her tongue and down her throat. She took breaths through her nose when she could, though it was all she could do not to pant in desire as he oh-so-slowly fucked her throat.
‘That’s right, this is all you’re good for, isn’t it? Isn’t it?’ He held his cock deep in her throat, grinding back and forth to fully enjoy the sensation until she made a noise that even she wasn’t sure was gagging or agreement. Maybe it was both. He pulled out all the way and then thrust hard into her throat, forcing her to gag again, and she felt her pussy grow even heavier and wetter as he used her.
She couldn’t see his face, but she knew that it would be flushed with the power and the pleasure of having her at his feet and in his control. His moans filled the small space, but even his utterances were short, tight, controlled, just like his slow movements of her head up and down on his erection. Rose whimpered as he shifted his tight grip in her hair, and Freddy made a satisfied sound.
‘That’s right, you take your punishment. You take whatever I give you.’
She could have laughed at that, since this was truly her gift to him. It had been her idea from the very beginning, this arrangement of theirs. She wouldn’t dare laugh, though. Not when he was in control like this.
She’d first met Freddy at a BDSM club, where they’d played a handful of times in some rough and pleasurable scenes. She’d enjoyed his intensity and the way that he pushed her to her limits where other men had been too afraid to take her. Not that he was cruel – he was careful, always – but he also knew exactly how much punishment she could take, and she gloried in taking it.