by Mason, Renea
“How many times do you indulge? Once is never enough, is it? Dozens. I bet you’re swollen and ready and we haven’t even started. Let me see.”
I often explored my body, but always when I was alone. An audience was new territory. We were in a restaurant. Granted a nearly empty one, but… Opening my legs would be the tipping point. I could still change my mind.
Marco leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Show him.” His hot breath tickled. I shivered. He placed his hand on my thigh, giving the slightest nudge. Sebastian placed his palm on my knee.
My leg twitched without my permission, but Marco took it as a sign of victory. I closed my eyes as his hands, smooth, large and masculine, urged them apart. The cold breeze from the air conditioning blew across my wet flesh, chilling. The thought of these three men eyeing me with lust boiled my blood.
A gasp left the doctor’s lips. “Even better than I imagined.”
I couldn’t breathe. Was it embarrassment or anticipation? Or the heady combination of the two? What an intoxicating mixture.
“Marco, open her up to me. Show me all she hides.”
Sebastian caressed my thigh, while Marco scraped his stubble along my neck and grasped my chin with one hand. His lips captured mine, soft and full, tasting of wine and chocolate. His other hand ran up the inside of my other thigh and then he rested his fingers between my slick folds.
I moaned when Sebastian’s lips found that sensitive spot behind my ear.
Marco halted his kiss and directed his attention back to the doctor. He parted my folds. “What do you think, Xavier?”
The doctor leaned across the table. “She’s perfection.”
Just then Jacques appeared with another round of water. I tried to close my legs but Marco and Sebastian held them open with a firm hand on each thigh.
Dr. Vincent motioned for Jacques. “Jacques, tell me. Is that not the most beautiful pussy you’ve ever seen?”
“Yes, it is Doctor. By far.”
“What do you think I should do? She’s dripping wet.”
Jacques folded the towel that was once wrapped around the bottle of sparkling water and tucked it under his arm, then placed the glass on the table. “She’s begging to be fucked. I say do what any gentleman would, and give the lady all she desires.”
The doctor nodded. “Good answer. You always give the best advice.”
Jacques turned and walked toward the kitchen like this was an everyday occurrence. I had heard that the French were more blasé about sex, but the waiter’s comfort with the situation made me wonder what else he may have witnessed in his role.
Dr. Vincent leaned back in the chair and fumbled with his pants. The thought of him touching himself because of me added a new emotion to the mix. Then he spoke, “You heard the man, Marco. Fuck her… With your fingers.”
I couldn’t have uttered a sound if I had wanted to. The scene was too surreal.
Marco slid his fingers through my wetness and entered me with one long digit. Marco’s cock pressed hard against my leg. He slid his finger in and out. Every time he pushed his finger back inside, he rubbed his cock against me.
The doctor unzipped the fly on his pants. “Sebastian, show me her breasts.”
Sebastian slid the sleeves of the dress down my arms. He reached behind me, urging me to lean forward and unhooked my bra. He bunched the dress at my waist and removed the remaining confining garment. I had never been a thin woman and always considered my breasts one of my finer features. My nipples stood hard, accenting the full, round globes.
Sebastian’s hand rose as if to touch them, but the doctor interrupted, “Not yet, I want her to think about you touching them first. Let it sink in. The brain is the most powerful sex organ. I want her to think about you touching and sucking them. Marco, add another finger, she needs more.”
“My pleasure.” Marco’s fingers were long and he curved them so each time he breached my core they hit a place that sent electricity through my body.
Marco moaned against my neck. “You’re like silk. So tight. I can’t wait to fuck you.” His fingers moved faster and his palm grazed my clit with each penetration.
I opened my eyes to see the doctor leaning back in the chair, his pants unzipped and his cock in his hand. The size of him surprised me. What a waste that no woman would ever know the pleasure of having him. He caressed it with long, confident strokes; his eyes darted from mine to Marco’s work and back.
The doctor released a sound somewhere between a moan and hum. “Marco, fuck her harder, I want to see her come.”
Marco complied. His hand moved in frantic motions, pulling all the way out then slamming back in rapid succession.
“That’s it Marco. Work her juicy pussy.” Sucking sounds filled the air. “Sebastian, she’s ready. Do it now.”
Sebastian’s large hands grasped my breast and his mouth closed over my nipple. He sucked hard, and teased with the tip of his tongue.
I moaned, tossing my head back. I was close but still fraught with anxiety.
The doctor leaned to the side. “Look in the glass.”
In the window, the superimposed image of Marco’s performance, Sebastian latched on to my breast and the doctor’s hand wrapped around his own cock, reflected back at me.
I tried to hold back, but it was too much. I came undone. My legs went rigid and my muscles closed around Marco’s fingers. I groaned, trying to choke back a scream. A cloud of euphoria filled my head and in that moment I didn’t care where I was or why I was there. It was peace. A warm gush of liquid coated my thighs, Marco’s hand, and the bench. I threw my head back and gritted my teeth while his fingers maintained their movement. I fought to remain in the moment, riding every last jolt of electricity.
Soon the gravity of reality took hold, and little by little brought me back. My breathing labored and Marco’s rhythm slowed and Sebastian released his hold, while I recovered from the most intense experience of my life.
“Oh, Elaine. I could not have chosen better.” Dr. Vincent beamed.
I struggled for words to respond, but they wouldn’t come.
The doctor shifted in his seat. Still erect. Still free. “Marco, it seems you made a mess. Why don’t you go ahead and clean that up?”
“Gladly.” Marco smiled and dropped to his knees. When he pushed my legs open wider, draping one over Sebastian’s lap, I felt the brush of stubble on the inside of my thigh.
“What are you… Ahhh…” With the first swipe of his tongue, I lost all desire to object.
Marco’s tongue delved, flicked and fucked its way between my legs. I squirmed, but his hand held my hips in place.
“Marco. I. Oh.” I couldn’t speak.
The doctor’s breathing was ragged. “How does she taste, Marco?”
Marco lifted his head from between my legs. “Like. Fucking. Heaven. I can’t get enough.” Face first he lunged again, his shadow-beard scraping the sensitive flesh, leaving a delicious burn. He pulled on my hip, forcing a snug fit against his face. His nose teased, while his tongue explored.
The doctor’s strokes took on a frantic pace and my mind focused on one goal. “Elaine,” He groaned. “Do you like watching me as much as I like watching you?” He smoothed his hand over the pre-cum that beaded at the top of his erection. “Do you see what you do to me?”
He was right. I did like watching him. There was nothing sexier than watching a man as powerful as him command his own cock. In that moment, I formulated a plan of my own. I wasn’t the only one with demons that needed to be caged.
The doctor panted, “Sebastian, kiss her. Fuck her mouth with your tongue, while Marco fucks her pussy with his.”
The doctor’s crass instructions ignited a fire in me. Sebastian cupped my chin, turned my head toward him and swallowed my moan.
Marco nipped my clit with his teeth. My body jerked at the sensation and forced Marco into the table, causing he tablecloth to slide and send a dessert dish crashing to the floor. Sebastian halted the kiss and
the “yes” I intended to be seductive and confident erupted as squeal.
The doctor’s shaft glided through his fingers as he pistoned his fist along his length.
Marco was not dissuaded by the incident and immediately focused the tip of his tongue on my clit. I didn’t have much longer.
Dr. Vincent must have sensed it. “That’s it. You’re close. I can see it.” His fist squeezed his erection tighter, his arm more rigid with each stroke. “Come on Marco’s face. Drown him. I want to see your desire drip from his chin.”
Those words and the tightening of Marco’s fingers on my ass sent me crashing. I did as the doctor asked and let go. A growl-groan escaped my lips, while the rush that started between my legs flooded my brain. I fisted Marco’s hair as wave after wave of pleasure consumed me.
Marco peppered my soaking flesh with soft kisses, and then lifted his head from between my legs. Just as the doctor ordered, drips fell from his chin leaving small, dark dots on his steel blue shirt. I turned to face Xavier who was biting his lip. Sweat highlighted his forehead and his cock stood hard, red and straining. He inhaled and breathed on the exhale, “Kiss her, Marco.”
Marco crushed his lips to mine. The taste, a honeyed musk, invaded my mouth.
“Sebastian, it’s time to get your fingers wet.”
Sebastian cupped me between the legs. “She’s so hot, wet and swollen, X.” Starting with slow circles, he rubbed my clit, and then slid two fingers into me.
The doctor growled, “Fuck her harder.”
Sebastian’s fingers slid in and out, faster and faster, diving deeper with each thrust, while his thumb stroked my clit.
Marco moved back to give Sebastian room. He moaned, “Fuck. That’s hot,” while he watched Sebastian work my pussy.
The doctor’s focus moved from between my legs to my face. We locked gazes. “Elaine, tell me what you want.”
I couldn’t answer.
“What do you want me to command him to do?”
Sebastian added a third finger and stretched, filling me.
I bit my lip to fight the wave of pleasure threatening to consume me.
“Elaine, tell me.” The doctor’s hand worked his cock to the same rhythm Sebastian’s fingers fucked me.
More than my own orgasm I wanted his, but could I say it? I closed my eyes for a moment and when I opened them his intense, lust-filled stare gave me the courage I needed. “I want you to come. I want to watch you, Doctor.”
“Fuck.”
Marco turned to face the doctor.
Stream after stream of cum erupted from Dr. Vincent’s cock, splattering his pants and shirt with his release.
I cried out, “Oh God,” and gasped as euphoria claimed me once again, causing beads of sweat to collect at my throat. I came harder than I ever had before.
Sebastian captured my mouth with his and swallowed my moans. Once the quakes quieted, he kissed his way across my cheek, down my neck and chest, until he placed one final one on the swell of my breast.
The doctor’s chest heaved from his heavy breaths. Slow, lazy strokes milked his shaft of every last drop.
Marco took his seat beside me, but kept his hand on my thigh.
We all sat in silence for a few minutes, savoring the moment.
With one of the black linen napkins from the table, the doctor cleaned himself and tucked his cock back into his pants before Jacques returned to wish us good night.
I looked at Marco, and then Sebastian. “What about you?” They were left unsatisfied.
Sebastian leaned in, kissed my cheek and said, “We’re patient. Plenty of time left for us. Tonight is all about you.”
Marco put his hand on my thigh and leaned forward to look at Sebastian. “Speak for yourself. I’m not patient. I’d fuck her right here on this table, if she wasn’t having second thoughts just an hour ago.” He leaned back and looked at me. “It’s important for you to ease into this arrangement. You need to know you can trust us before we take this to the next level.” He rested his back against the black, tufted leather seat back.
Sebastians hot breath tickled my ear as he whispered, “Besides, we know what X has planned for tomorrow. We’re going to need our strength.”
The promise of things to come and his hot breath against my skin made me shiver. I pulled down my dress and both men helped me reequip my bra, but I wondered if the night’s festivities were over, trying not to let the small amount of disappointment I felt show. I had assumed fucking them was part of the plan and if Marco’s skills at oral translated to other things, I was in for a treat.
Dr. Vincent sat watching me with a grin of satisfaction. “I see you’ve been cured of second thoughts.” It was a statement, not a question.
Chapter Five
Miriam
Had I really allowed that to happen? In a restaurant, no less? Even though I was exhausted, slumber evaded me. By the time I managed to drift off, a smell permeated the air—bacon. Who could possibly be cooking at this hour? I pulled back the covers, reached for my phone on the nightstand. Nine AM? It felt as though my head had just hit the pillow, but jetlag be damned, the rumbling in my stomach was winning the fight. When my feet hit the floor, a yawn warred with my hunger on my unsteady walk to the en suite bathroom.
During my quick shower, I heard the door to the bedroom open, then close.
My curiosity could not be quenched. With the towel wrapped around my head like a turban and a soft, white, spa-quality robe obscuring my nudity, I cracked the door open for a peek.
On the bed lay a cream-colored, crinkled chiffon dress, with intricate embroidery embellishing the bodice—a short and whimsical style. I walked to the bed and opened the lid to the box sitting beside the dress. It contained sandals composed of bands of brown leather and beads. The small teal blue velvet pouch sitting on top of the shoes held a long string of pearls and a note.
Dearest Elaine,
You are in for quite a treat today. I hope you don’t mind that I took the liberty of selecting your attire again. You’ll find I’ve provided everything you’ll need for our little adventure. It’s important to me that you are comfortable in the Paris heat.
When you are ready, please join in me in the kitchen. I have prepared breakfast for us.
Love,
X
P.S. You’ll notice this ensemble is lacking undergarments; that is by design.
Were those butterflies in my stomach? What was it about this man that made my skin tingle anytime he said or wrote my name? I should have been insulted that he’d tricked me into coming to Paris, even more so by his proposal, his invasion of my privacy, and his pushy wardrobe choices, but there was something about him—some kind of magnetism. Many might argue my gratitude for saving my sister, Gretchen, or perhaps his wealth fueled my fascination, but the desire ran far deeper.
The aroma of bacon grew stronger as I descended the stairs, dressed in the striking ensemble the doctor had chosen. Even though his insistence on dressing me remained a source of irritation, he did have excellent fashion sense.
The mansion, or perhaps castle was more accurate, was more stunning in daylight. The rich tones of the wool rugs, the raw silk drapes, the ironwork on the windows and stone everywhere, spoke of wealth centuries old. Even in my sandals each step echoed in the cavernous room.
In the kitchen stood a sight even more breathtaking than the house—the doctor. He stood in front of the large industrial stove, shirtless with a spatula in hand. His suits never betrayed his secret. As beautifully sculpted as Marco and Sebastian had been in their photos, the doctor was their rival.
He looked up from his task and stared. I averted my eyes, feeling guilty that I had been ogling him.
“Good morning, beautiful. You are exquisite. Somehow you manage to put to shame every one of my fantasies about you.”
I dodged the compliment and swallowed the excitement bubbling through me. The idea the doctor fantasized about me pleased me more than it should have, but I had to gathe
r my thoughts. “Isn’t that dangerous?”
He smiled, “What’s dangerous? Cooking? I love to cook. Between cooking and the gym, I almost forget how much I miss sex. That is until last night, I had almost forgotten how wonderful it is to connect with someone.”
Or some ones. “I meant frying bacon without a shirt.”
He scoffed. “I don’t run from pain. I face it head on.”
The irony in his statement was not lost on me. The pain of his childhood kept him a prisoner, yet he embraced physical pain. No one achieved a body like his without excruciating effort.
My contemplative moment was interrupted.
“You know what is painful? Trying to find American bacon in Paris. I had to call in some favors. Come over and sit here beside me. Let me look at your loveliness.” He pulled out a stool at the breakfast nook and patted it.
From the plate of crispy bacon he snapped the end off of a piece.
His outreaching hand surprised me. He held the morsel by the tips of his fingers just out of my reach. Was this allowed? I eyed his expression. Nothing out of the ordinary. It was a simple offering.
I leaned my head close and with my tongue coaxed the salty gift from his fingers, never touching him. As I closed my mouth Marco spoke, “You two starting without me?” He pulled a white T-shirt with black lettering over his smooth chest.
The doctor stood fixated on my mouth, while Marco walked to the breakfast nook to sit beside me.
“Good morning, Elaine.” Marco placed a soft kiss on my lips. “Bacon. You shouldn’t have, X.”
“I didn’t. Not for you at least. But since you’ll be working up an appetite, it’s probably best that you’re well fed.”
Marco laughed. “Yes, feed the beast.”
I glanced at Marco and then to the doctor and back.
“I know you two are colleagues, but I don’t get it. I could never imagine proposing this to anyone I work with.”