Richard had the most money. “Winner’s choice,” he said. He turned and stared at me for a moment. His eyes, perusing my naked body made me really hot, but I still couldn’t figure out what he might be thinking.
“Lauren, lie on your back on that divan.” He pointed to the lovely one in the middle that looked like a four poster bed, with drapes tied to each post.
What? I shouldn’t just follow his orders, should I? That was crazy.
“Why?” I asked.
“As you know, the winner determines the fate of the other players. The worst players first.”
“But Lenore had less than—”
“Oh, I have plans for her too,” he said.
I looked into his eyes. They were cool, yet full of promise. The promise of pleasure? I imagined him stripping off his clothing and covering my body with his, my breasts squeezed tightly against his pecs—the ones I could see outlined through the fine knit of his sweater.
“On the divan,” he repeated, as though he thought I hadn’t heard.
Could I do this? In a room full of people? But he was so sure of himself, so enticing…what the hell, I was already naked. I found myself obeying his command, hoping “banker’s choice” meant he was going to join me. I stretched out on the one he had indicated.
“Lenore, join her. Give us a show.”
Chapter Two
Not Lenore! This was the last thing I expected.
Lenore came over to me, but didn’t seem happy about it. How strange to have another naked woman so close. She straddled me and put her hand behind my head and pulled my hair. When I opened my mouth to say “ouch,” she jammed her huge breast into it.
I was outraged for a split second, but as her nipple raked over my tongue, I had the urge to suck. I couldn’t manage it, though, because her breast was nearly smothering me.
“Lenore,” Richard called out. “You pleasure her.” Lenore let out a snort of disgust and pulled her breast from my mouth. “Why do I have to pleasure the little princess?”
“No,” I said, “That’s okay, I don’t need—”
“Who’s the winner?” Richard asked. “You know the rules.”
Lenore sighed. “You are,” she said, but she tightened her fist in my hair as her lips closed on one of my nipples. I tried not to moan with pleasure. I wasn’t a lesbian, after all. I heard George groan and I glanced over and saw that he’d unzipped his pants and was stroking his purple cock.
I shut my eyes quickly. Lenore moved to my other breast. Her tongue circled my nipple and I melted into the couch, the warm, wet, tingling sensations oozing through my entire body.
She bit down on me. “Ouch!” I cried.
“You’ll be punished for that Lenore,” Richard said. “You know the rules. No biting in anger.” Wow, the rules sounded pretty specific. Too bad I hadn’t read them, maybe I’d have a clue as to what else was going to happen here tonight.
“Bitch!” Lenore said, but I got the feeling this might be part of the “show.” She went back to my breast and teased it, flicking her tongue across the nipple. I kept my eyes closed from the acute embarrassment…or was it because of the intense pleasure? I wasn’t sure.
“Lauren, look at me,” Richard said.
Oh, my God. I pried my eyes open and turned my head. When my gaze met his, my body temperature shot up several more degrees. He was watching Lenore suck my breasts. He was gauging my reactions, my pleasure.
Lenore switched to the other nipple, her tongue dancing over it expertly, her lips sucking…mmmm…the lovely warm swirling, sucking sensations. I could almost feel them in my crotch. My eyes fell closed.
“Lauren.”
At the sound of Richard’s voice, I opened them again. As much as I was enjoying the forbidden pleasure of another woman’s mouth on my body, I wished he would come to me. Touch me. I could imagine his mouth on my breast, his body on top of mine…
“Go down, Lenore,” Richard said.
My eyes wandered downward from his face and even in the concealing black of his slacks, I could see a long, thick bulge. I wondered if it was for me or Lenore.
She ran her tongue down my body, stopping to make little circles around my navel. I took in a sharp breath and bucked my hips up toward her, completely involuntarily. I didn’t want to enjoy this with her. I didn’t even like Lenore.
“She likes it,” George said delightedly as he stroked away.
I wondered what Richard was thinking right now. The gambling club would have been a great idea for him with a poker face like that.
Poker. The sound of the word in my head made me look down at his “poker” again. It had been so long since I’d been with a man, and never anyone like him. Mysterious, masterful, tall, dark, handso—
“Oooh!” I heard myself cry out.
Lenore had run her tongue down the inside of my thigh, then up again, so close to my pussy, I could almost feel it there. I hated to admit to enjoying her attentions so much, but my sighs and writhing hips were giving me away. She pressed her lips to the inside of my upper thigh and sucked. I thrust upward again. I wanted her mouth on my clit.
She licked so far up my thigh that some part of her face touched my pussy lips. I looked at Richard longingly. “Oh, please!” I begged. I was so close to coming. Or dying.
This time, I didn’t know my eyes had fallen closed until I heard Richard’s voice.
“Look at me, Lauren.”
I looked at him through pleasure clouds, desperate with desire for him. I wondered if he knew how much I wanted him inside me.
Suddenly, Lenore pushed my thighs apart and fastened her lips on my clit. I cried out and my eyes fluttered, but I somehow forced them back on Richard. Now, his were intense and smoldering. He wanted me. I was sure.
Lenore swirled her tongue in figure eights, making my clit jump like jolts of electricity were coursing through it. She plunged a finger inside me and my pussy clamped onto her for dear life. She sucked harder as she poked her long finger inside me again and again.
I cried out some garbled pleasure message. I could feel the pressure building. The electrical twinges were about to turn into jolts. All I could think about were the fabulous pulses and twitches of ecstasy. Just a few more seconds and—
“Enough, Lenore,” Richard said. “Lauren, get on all fours.”
I was dazed. Lenore got off me and waited expectantly. I laid there for a moment, unable to believe he’d been so cruel. I was so close. Didn’t he know how long it had been since I’d come?
I guess there was no way for him to know that it was sometime before tax season, months ago, and that particular orgasm was a do-it-yourself job.
“Lauren.”
I rolled over and complied, positioning myself on my hands and knees. My nervousness returned as I waited, feeling more vulnerable than I had lying on my back. And more exposed. With my head up, I suddenly realized that everyone in the room was watching.
I was horrified. Yet, I felt a new surge of liquid travel down to the entrance of my pussy. I never would have thought I could be turned on in this situation. For a split second I imagined one of these people walking into my office looking for tax advice, but I quickly pushed it out of my brain.
This time, Lenore seemed to know what Richard wanted without instruction.
“Spread your legs, Princess,” she said. As I did, she laid on her back, positioning her face directly under my pussy.
“How limber are you?” she asked.
“Huh?”
“Lower yourself slowly onto me until your pussy is on my mouth.”
I followed her instructions until my clit landed directly in her mouth. She began swirling her tongue and sucking again. I found myself rocking my hips over her, holding a little of my weight off her with my hands.
“Holy Hell! Look at that ass!” I heard George exclaim. His words were followed by a yell and strangling sound that probably meant he was coming. The idea of my ass causing men to orgasm made me even hotter and I rocked har
der into Lenore’s mouth.
“Kneel over her, Lauren,” Richard said.
When I moved onto my shins, I realized I was actually sitting on Lenore’s face. I lost all concern for her and bounced up and down lightly as she swirled her tongue in me.
“Close your eyes now, Lauren,” Richard said. “Listen to my voice.”
I did as instructed.
“You have a woman’s face in your pussy. She’s tonguing you, sucking you. Have you ever felt so much pleasure in your life?”
“Uh….Ooooooh!” I replied.
“Come, now, Lauren. Come for me. I want to see you come.”
I put my palms on the floor again and moved my hips so I was rubbing my clit back and forth over Lenore’s tongue. It was pure ecstasy.
She took me by surprise, sticking her tongue inside me, and I exploded. I screamed like I’d never heard myself scream before, shuddered violently, and collapsed with Lenore still under me. My crotch pulsed and throbbed, the most satisfied it had ever been.
Lenore gave me a little push and I rolled off of her. I laid there on my back, trying to recover. Then the embarrassment returned and I imagined what I must have looked like—what kind of show I had just put on.
Shit! Did any of these people have camera phones on them? I was afraid to look. I hoped that part was covered in the rules.
“I think Lauren needs a massage,” Richard said. “We wouldn’t want her to have sore muscles.”
I hoped that meant Richard was coming over to me, but instead, I saw George and Martin approaching. I rolled back onto my stomach, not wanting to give them the opportunity to massage anything but my back.
“I’ve got the bottom half covered,” George said.
“I’ll bet you do,” Martin replied.
While Martin worked on my shoulders, George started down at my toes, apparently wanting to save the meatiest parts for last. At first, I thought I didn’t want them touching me, but they worked on me with such care, it was hard not to enjoy it. They honestly seemed to want to give me a wonderful massage.
After my thighs got their fair share of attention, George finally made it up to my bottom. But by then, I was so relaxed, I didn’t even want to object.
When they finally finished and moved away, I felt fabulous. The best orgasm of my life—even if it was courtesy of Lenore—followed by a great massage. The only thing that could make this night better was if Richard would come over to the divan and join me.
“Have you recovered, Lauren?”
Still on my stomach, I turned my face toward him. “Yes. Thank you.”
“No thanks, yet,” he said. “We’re not finished with you. Get back on your hands and knees.”
What did he have in mind now? I looked around to make sure the other men weren’t behind me, but they were back where they’d started near the game board.
With some trepidation, I complied and positioned myself on my hands and knees once more.
“Dual stimulation, Lenore.”
“Damn you, Richard.”
“I promised you punishments. The rules say no angry bites. Only nibbles.”
“Why is she getting so much of your attention—by proxy?” Lenore asked, obviously in a snit. “Is it her innocent blue eyes? Or maybe the tiny tuft of red hair between her thighs?” When she said this, she gestured by lightly touching the hairs on my pussy lips. My body trembled with the memory of the pleasure she’d given me a few minutes before.
Richard just stared at Lenore without a word.
She let out an annoyed sigh.
“Spread your knees further apart, Princess,” Lenore said. “I need total access.” I wondered if we were going to do a repeat performance. New wetness trickled down into my crotch. I imagined her tongue inside me again. I glanced over at Richard and noticed the still-hard cock in his pants. Was he never going to do anything about that?
I felt Lenore’s fingertips lightly petting the tiny patch of hair left after my bikini wax. It was the first wax I’d had in five months and thank goodness for it, considering I was playing porn star in this double feature.
The tickle was pleasant and left me with the feeling of wanting more. I wiggled a bit, trying to maneuver her finger inside me, but she continued to tease my lips, round and round, back and forth. I inched my knees a little further apart so she could have her “total access” to my clit.
Finally, her finger slipped in between my lips and I let out a little gasp. She was so good at the tease, running her finger along the inside edges, avoiding direct contact with my pleasure nub. I was pretty sure by now that her objections were really just part of this game.
I squirmed and tried to force her finger into the right location.
“Damn, I love that ass!” George yelled out. I looked over and saw his cock out again. It was exciting that the sight of one of my body parts could get a middle-aged man hard twice in one hour.
Lenore made contact with my clit and I squealed—the pleasure after such anticipation was so intense. She swirled her fingertip on my clit as I became so aroused my limbs were shaking.
Then her hand left my pussy. I tried to look behind me to see what she would do next.
I felt her hands spread my ass cheeks and had a moment of fear. I moved to get out of her grasp and tried again to turn and see what she was doing but Richard said, “Lauren, close your eyes…enjoy.” I don’t know why I trusted him, but I did.
I closed my eyes. I could feel a chill on my tiny asshole. But it was quickly replaced by Lenore’s warm breath. She was blowing hot air on me, causing my butt muscles to tense and relax in her hands as my asshole puckered and tingled.
Suddenly, I realized the warm air had been replaced by an even warmer, wet sensation dead center between the two halves of my ass and I knew it was Lenore’s tongue. She quickly zeroed in on my little hole, circling the rim slowly as I felt the most intense pleasure flowing directly from ass to clit. I moaned loudly, and could no longer think clearly enough to be embarrassed, even knowing another woman’s tongue had invaded my most private recess.
“That’s it Lauren…let go, enjoy,” Richard murmured. The sound of his voice gave me an extra twinge and I nearly came.
“Please,” I said. “I need to…”
“Lenore, you know what to do,” Richard said.
Without stopping her tonguing, Lenore moved one hand from my ass cheek and placed it at my pussy. She began running a finger around my clit, over it, and around it again. I wiggled and gyrated, trying to get just the right motion, desperate to come. I began to think she was purposely keeping the rhythm just off where it needed to be. “Please Richard,” I pleaded. “Please, I’m dying. Please!”
“Lenore,” Richard said in a commanding tone.
Suddenly Lenore’s movements became faster and more rhythmic, making perfect swirling motions around my clit. At the same time, her tongue moved faster and harder on my asshole. Just as I was almost over the edge, I felt her tongue break through my little hole and plunge inside. I began to spasm and lost all muscle control. We ended up in a heap on the divan, her hand massaging my pussy until my body stopped jerking. My pussy throbbed and I reached down and pushed her fingers more tightly against the pulses.
Richard’s voice broke through my daze. “George, you, Martin and Lenore take the other Divan. She does enjoy a threesome. Good job, Lenore.”
George, now pantless, walked over and helped Lenore off of me. Martin followed them to another divan. I watched out of curiosity as the men removed their clothes, even though their bodies weren’t especially appealing to me. I wasn’t a fan of the hairy type, but apparently Lenore was. She immediately began running her hands over their furry chests. Quiet Martin opened a drawer under their divan and pulled out a long piece of leather. He proceeded to tie Lenore’s hands together above her head. George pushed her knees apart and buried his face in her pussy.
“More,” she moaned. He lifted her hips to a better angle and he squeezed his fingers into the flesh of her a
ss. Martin put a large pillow under her head to angle it upward. Then he casually straddled her face and inserted his cock between her lips.
“Suck my cock, Lenore,” he said.
I was surprised, but the men seemed to know what Lenore liked because she was moaning with pleasure, even with Martin’s fat cock stuffed into her mouth.
“More,” he said. “Take more.” I was mesmerized by the site of his wet, shiny cock sliding in and out of her full lips. He thrust his hips and his cock sank deeper into her. “Time to deep throat it, you hot little bitch.” He thrust deeper and Lenore let out little squealing sounds as her body began to shudder. Martin seemed to lose all muscle control at that point and quickly collapsed over her, groaning like a dying man.
As soon as Martin moved off of her, George rolled her over and entered her from behind. His cock slid into her pussy ever-so-slowly and continued that way for several seconds until Lenore yelled, “Fuck me like a man!”
He suddenly started banging into her so hard, she dug her fingernails into the fabric of the divan. Then, she glanced over and saw Martin next to her and grabbed his balls, kneading them with the same intensity George was using on her.
Martin let out a yelp and grabbed for her wrist to save his tender testicles. George screamed and convulsed and everything went quiet and still.
Sitting on the divan, I suddenly felt very naked and conspicuous. But when I looked around, I noticed that most people in the room were now involved in their own activities. I turned to my left and saw that Richard had moved to sit at the end of the divan with me.
Our eyes met and I knew that his plans for me were still not complete. He was going to do more than direct other people to pleasure me. A thrill went through me at the thought of his touch.
He released the drapes at each of the four corners of the bed and pulled them closed. Although they were only sheers, they did afford us some degree of privacy. It was nice to feel alone with him. But I also felt inept. He was staring at me and I didn’t know what he expected.
“I don’t know what to do,” I whispered.
“I do,” he replied. “Lie down.”
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