Made For Sex

by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

“I belong to a sort of unofficial sex club. There are about twenty of us, all men, some married, some not. Once a month we get together and indulge our shared passions. Some men bring women, paid or otherwise, and some don’t. The women, of course, must be of a particular type.”

  “I know. Submissive.”

  “Exactly. And if you know Ronnie, you know that that’s not her.”

  Carla smiled and nodded. She couldn’t picture Ronnie bowing her head and submitting meekly while men used her body. To Carla, however, it sounded irresistible.

  “Anyway,” Dennis continued, “I’ve never brought a woman to one of our partices…until tonight. If you’re willing, of course.”

  “I am, as long as condoms and safe words are agreed to in advance.”

  “They are,” Dennis said. “No whips or anything like that, except with the permission of the woman involved. The word ‘Yellow’ is a temporary safe word, in case you want to stop things for a minute, say if you’re cold or your foot’s asleep. ‘Red’ is an absolute stop and anyone disregarding it is asked to leave our club and is not allowed back.” His soft smile made him look a bit like Cary Grant. “Every member values membership too much to risk banishment so should you say so, everything stops. Is that all right with you?”

  Carla took a deep breath and nodded. It was hard to reconcile Dennis’s handsome, open expression with the dark nature of the evening’s entertainment, but as she thought about the sex party she was about to attend, she shivered.

  “Good. From now on you will follow my directions without question. You will keep your eyes downcast and speak only when spoken to. Do you agree?”

  Carla started to answer, then decided to begin her part immediately. She looked at the floor of the limo and nodded.

  “Good girl,” Dennis said. “Are you wearing the clothes I sent you?” When she nodded, he said, “Then take off your dress.”

  Quickly, Carla pulled off her navy knit dress. Beneath it she wore a tight, crotchless, dark blue satin teddy with openings at the front of each breast so her nipples were exposed. Old-fashioned dark blue-and-white lace garters held up her blue net stockings and she wore very high-heeled blue satin pumps. She placed her dress on the seat beside her, folded her hands in her lap, and stared at Dennis’s shoes.

  “Very nice,” Dennis said, staring at her scantily dressed body. “Your clothes will be here waiting for you when we return.” He looked her over carefully then continued, “You really are gorgeous and you seem to have the proper attitude.” He pinched one of Carla’s nipples hard and, although she winced slightly, she didn’t make a sound or look up. “Yes indeed,” Dennis said. “I will be proud to present you to my friends.”

  She knew it was silly but Carla found she was pleased that he thought her worthy of the evening’s entertainment. “Now,” Dennis said, “a few additions.” He buckled a leather cuff with a large metal ring attached around each of Carla’s wrists and ankles. A slightly narrower cuff went around her neck and Dennis turned it so the ring was in the back. He attached a short chain to the ring and let it fall, cold and heavy, down her back between her shoulder blades to her waist. “Now,” he said, “remember ‘Red’ is the safe word.” He took a small padlock from his pocket, drew her arms behind her back, and locked the rings on her wrist cuffs to the end of the chain. Carla wasn’t in any physical discomfort, but, with her arms secured behind her she was awkward and off balance.

  “Good,” Dennis said, as the car pulled to a stop. He buttoned a long, full-length, royal blue evening cape around Carla’s shoulders and, as the chauffeur held the door, they got out. Carla quickly realized that despite her immobilization, to a bystander she looked like any woman might, going to a formal function.

  Her head lowered, she moved her eyes from side to side and realized that they were entering the lobby of a very exclusive hotel, although she wasn’t sure which one. They entered the ‘Penthouses Only’ elevator. Dennis said, “Only members and their ladies will be permitted up here. We’ve taken the entire floor for the evening.”

  The elevator doors swept open onto a small vestibule. Her eyes on the carpet, Carla followed Dennis through the only open door into a large living room.

  “Ah, Dennis,” a man said. “I see that you’ve brought a young lady for us. Wonderful.”

  Something about the gathering made Carla shiver with expectation. Although she’d read about them in magazines, she’d never believed that clubs like this really existed.

  “Gentlemen,” a man said, tapping a tiny hammer on a miniature gong, “now that everyone’s here, the meeting will come to order. Bring the women forward.”

  Dennis propelled Carla to the center of the room where she stood, eyes downcast, with two others. One woman was a statuesque blonde with light blue eyes and dark red lips and the other a petite black woman with very short fluffy hair and skin the color of taffy. The women were dressed in capes similar to Carla’s, each in a different color. Carla looked around as best she could without raising her eyes and estimated there were about a dozen men, of varying ages and physical types, all in formal attire.

  “Do the women know the correct forms of address?” the leader asked. He was of Mediterranean origin, with very dark hair and eyes and olive skin.

  “Not mine, sir,” Dennis said. “I felt it was your place to instruct her.”

  “Ladies,” the leader said. “For tonight I will be your king and you will address me as ‘your majesty’ or ‘sire.’”

  “Yes, your majesty,” Carla said. She heard the other women say the same thing.

  “All the other men will be addressed as ‘my lord.’”

  “Yes, sire.”

  “Obedience is your most important function. You will follow the orders of any man here, without question. The safe words are ‘Red’ and ‘Yellow.’ Have these been explained?”

  Carla heard voices assuring the leader that the women had been told. “You understand that you must use these words if you feel any discomfort, either physical or mental. I emphasize the word must. If we find that you’ve been too polite to use the safe words when you should have, then everything will stop and you’ll be escorted home. And that would be a shame.”

  “Yes, sire,” Carla said.

  “Now, will the gentlemen who brought our gifts for the evening please unwrap them.” With a flourish, the capes were pulled from the three women’s shoulders. Carla could see that the other women were cuffed and chained the same way she was and dressed in teddies, stockings, and shoes that matched their capes.

  The leader started with the blonde, whose cape and teddy were a soft rose. “Vivian,” he said, “you’re as beautiful as ever.” The leader raised his right arm and slapped her hard on her naked ass.

  “Thank you, sire,” she said, a small smile playing around the corners of her mouth.

  “For the two new men here tonight,” the leader said, “let me explain that Vivian likes her pleasure a little rough. Sometimes she deliberately disobeys commands and must be disciplined. Those who enjoy that type of play may want to stay with her for the evening.”

  He moved to the tiny black woman. “Shanna,” he said, “we haven’t seen you for quite a while. And I see that you’ve cut your hair.”

  “Yes, sire. I sincerely hope you approve.”

  He tangled his fingers in her short fluff, dragged her head back, and kissed her hard. “I do,” he said finally. “Down.” Shanna clumsily fell to her knees despite her chains and pressed her forehead against the leader’s shoe. “As you see, Shanna is very well trained and will gladly do whatever she’s told to. We are all happy to have her back with us this evening.”

  He turned to Dennis. “This one is new. Thank you for bringing her.” To Carla he said, “Do you have a name?”

  Carla looked at Dennis from the corner of her eye and when he nodded, she said, “Carla.”

  “Carla what?”

  She knew he wasn’t asking for her last name. Softly, without lifting her eyes, she said, “Carl
a, sire.”

  “Very good. Very good indeed.” He turned to the men gathered around. “Blindfold them.”

  Someone tied a soft cloth firmly around Carla’s head. She heard the rustling and shuffling of people moving around, and the hum of lowered voices. Suddenly someone pinched her left nipple, which was proudly standing out through the opening in the front of her teddy. She gasped, but didn’t move. “Nice,” a voice said. Then several hands slid over her breasts, legs, and buttocks, the sensations heightened by Carla’s lack of sight. “Very nice,” another voice said.

  Carla recognized the leader’s voice. “Mark, I assume that you and Harry want to take Shanna.” There was a pause, then he continued, “Good. Take her into room two. Paul, take Vivian across the hall.”

  “Thank you,” a man’s voice answered.

  “I want to break in our newest guest myself,” the leader said. “The rest of you,” he laughed, “pick your pleasure. You have three lovely ladies from which to choose.”

  Carla was flattered at having been chosen by the leader. She had no idea how many other men were in the room. Someone thrust one finger between her legs. “She’s very wet,” a man said.

  “Wonderful,” the leader said. “She’s a lovely piece, Dennis. You’ve done an excellent job.”

  “Thank you. Shall I undress her for you?”

  The leader must have nodded because someone loosened the laces of the teddy and the garment fell from her body. Hands were everywhere, probing, stroking.

  “She has the most fantastic boobs,” a voice said. “May I have them?”

  “I see no reason why not, Chet. Prepare her.” Carla’s hands were unlocked and a belt was buckled tightly around her waist. Her wrist cuffs were refastened above her elbows and then attached to rings at the sides of the belt. Her upper arms were now efficiently attached to her sides, leaving her lower arms free. Then she was pressed down until she was lying faceup on a pad on the floor. Someone quickly spread her legs and fastened her ankle cuffs so she was held wide open. Hands checked to be sure that her blindfold was still in place.

  “Thank you,” the man called Chet said. Chet straddled her waist and squeezed her full breasts. “These are so big and full,” he whispered. “I must have them.” Hands rubbed something cool and slick all over her chest.

  “Chet’s in heaven,” a voice said.

  “If he’s not careful he’ll come before he’s even started,” the leader said, laughing.

  “A hundred says he’ll come in under two minutes.” Carla heard a mix of voices.

  “Hold them,” Chat said, oblivious to what was going on around him. He grabbed Carla’s wrists and pressed her hands against the sides of her breasts. “I said hold them!”

  Carla had no idea what he wanted, but held her mounds the way Chet’s hands showed her. Suddenly, she felt Chet’s hard cock thrusting between her tits. He was fucking her breasts, driving his cock so hard that on each stroke it pressed against her chin. Now that she understood, Carla held her breasts tightly together, making a narrow channel for Chet’s hard cock. He bucked against her breasts until he screamed and spurts of come covered Carla’s chin and chest.

  “One minute, forty-two seconds.” There was a round of applause.

  Almost immediately, Chet was lifted from Carla’s body and damp cloths wiped over her chest and face. “You have great tits for fucking,” the leader said. “How’s your mouth?”

  “I hope I am worthy, sire,” Carla said, licking her lips.

  “Open for me,” he roared. When she did, he filled her mouth with his erection, pressing it all the way into her throat. The velvety length slid in and out of her mouth. She sheathed her teeth with her lips and tightened around his shaft.

  “He’ll come even faster than Chet,” a voice said.

  “Squeeze my balls, bitch,” the leader snapped, and Carla did as she was instructed, tonguing and sucking until the leader came. She eagerly swallowed every drop.

  “My Lord, she’s a great little cocksucker,” the leader said when he regained his voice. He rubbed her wet pussy. “And she’s loving it all.” Low voices said things that Carla couldn’t quite hear. Then she heard the leader’s voice. “Dennis. Since you brought her, you may play first.”

  Play?

  “If you have no objections,” Dennis said, releasing her arms, “I’d like to remove her blindfold.”

  “If you like.” When the cloth was removed from her eyes, Carla blinked several times, then glanced around the room from where she lay on the pad. Her ankles were being held open by two men who sat so they had a full view of her wide-open pussy. Another man sat on a chair, intently watching her face. The leader lay near her hip, his head propped on his hand. She couldn’t see Dennis until he walked around to her other side, something in his hand.

  “Carla, darling,” he said. “I have some toys for us to play with.” Dennis opened a large black-and-red lacquered box and showed Carla the contents. Inside, a collection of dildos was arranged according to size. The smallest was about as slender as her pinky, the largest almost two inches around. “Let’s see how much you can take.” He inserted three fingers into her wet pussy, then selected the next to the largest dildo.

  It looked too big to ever fit inside her, but as Dennis slid it into her waiting body Carla realized that she was filled completely. “Yes, that’s just right.”

  Carla swallowed hard, trying not to lose control in front of all these men. She saw Dennis select a dildo about the size of his thumb from the other end of the collection. “How’s your ass?” he asked.

  “Virginal,” was the only answer she could think of.

  “Fantastic,” the leader said. “Dennis, you’re a lucky man.”

  As Dennis spread some lubricant on the dildo two men slid Carla’s body forward so her knees were bent. One of the men rubbed cold, slippery gel around her rear hole, then Dennis pushed in the slender dildo until the flange at the base rested against her cheeks. Another man pulled a thin piece of fabric mesh from the belt in the back, and stretched it between her cheeks and across both dildos to anchor them securely in place. The mesh snapped to connectors at the front of the belt.

  “How do you feel? Tell us, Carla.”

  “Strange. Filled, yet empty. Wanting….”

  “Ah, Dennis,” the leader said. “A gem.” There was a round of quiet applause, either for her or for Dennis.

  Dennis reached into the box and pulled out a pencil-shaped rod. Suddenly, a humming sound filled the room and, as Carla watched, Dennis knelt on a pillow and inserted the wand through the mesh and into the dildo in her cunt. Shafts of pure pleasure coursed through her body and her hips bucked as much as her shackled ankles would permit. “Ahhh,” she cried.

  Dennis moved the dildo so the pulses touched every inside part of her. As one dildo pressed against the other, the vibrations flowed from her cunt to her ass. Dennis withdrew the rod, then slid the vibrating tip around her pussy, through her soaked folds. “Watch her,” he said, “as I make her come.”

  “We will,” the leader said. “I love it when a woman loses control.”

  Watch her come? It was humiliating, but erotic. She closed her eyes. “No,” Dennis said. “Watch us as we watch you. I command your body and I can make you come whenever I want. All these men will be watching you and they’ll know exactly when you lose control.”

  One man unzipped his pants, took his erect cock in his hand, and fondled his straining shaft. He caught Carla’s eye and grinned, licking his lips.

  “Are you ready, gentlemen?” Dennis asked.

  “Ready, Dennis.”

  “Good. Carla, I’m going to make you come now, and you have no choice. We’re all going to watch your hips buck and see your face as your climax fills your body. We will all know that you cannot resist.”

  Oh God, Carla thought. She was so hot that her entire body was quaking. Although it didn’t feel right to want to be so controlled, she knew that he was right. She would come and Dennis knew it.


  Dennis fitted the vibrator into the dildo in her ass and slowly moved it in deeper. “Now, Carla. Come for us.” He rubbed her clit. “Keep your eyes open and watch these men come as they see you lose control.”

  She couldn’t help it. She screamed as one of the strongest orgasms she had ever experienced took over her entire body.

  “Oh fuck,” a voice yelled. Carla looked up at the man stroking his cock and saw semen spurt from the tip and spatter on his hand and his pants legs.

  Dennis turned the vibrator off, but left it inside Carla’s body. He pulled down his pants and shorts and threw them on the bed. “Touch your pussy and make your hand wet.” Carla did and Dennis took her slippery hand and placed it on his cock. “Hold your hand still so I can fuck it. Do it for me, Carla.”

  She held his cock in her hand and squeezed. Dennis moved his hips, forcing his erection through her tight fingers. Although she didn’t move her hand, she tensed her fingers in rhythm, milking the come from his cock. “Oh that’s so good,” he said, groaning. “But it’s too fast.” Carla enjoyed rushing him, forcing him to come as he had forced her. She knew just where to press and squeeze. When he came she could feel the pulses throughout his cock.

  The leader reached over, unsnapped the mesh, and pulled the dildos from Carla’s passages. “Turn her over,” he said, and the men quickly removed her shackles, turned her, then replaced her bindings so that she lay facedown on the pad. The leader placed a pillow under her hips so her rear was in the air, then parted her cheeks with his fingers and rubbed more lubricant around her puckered hole. “So. You have never been fucked in the ass,” he said, unrolling first one, then a second condom over his cock. Although he wasn’t very large, Carla was afraid.

  “No, sire,” Carla said, tensing. She had always been a bit leery about anal sex and, so far hadn’t been asked for it by any of her clients. Dildos were one thing, but she was unsure that she wanted to go this far. The leader watched her face as she considered.

  “I won’t come inside of you,” he said, gently, “and I’m always very careful.”

  Although she had climaxed, Carla was still excited and intrigued by the idea of being fucked in a new way. She knew that she could call things off whenever she wanted so she deliberately relaxed her muscles and closed her eyes.