Client No. 6: A Dial-A-Date Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  “Oh!” she screamed, her body rippling with pleasure at the light touch. She gyrated slightly in Oribe’s lap, encouraging Lukas to do more. He reached forward again, and began lightly tapping her clit, savoring her flesh’s plumpness and resiliency. The nub seemed to grow even bigger so that it was almost two inches in length, pulsing hotly in the water.

  Intrigued, Lukas took his cock in hand and rubbed it against Jurlique’s clit just under the water line. The sensation was electric as bundles of nerves stroked each other, and Jurlique began to mewl softly, her pussy growing wet and hot.

  “That’s it, my girl, that’s it,” murmured Oribe into her ear as Lukas teased her clit with his cock. The situation was fantastic. Oribe held Jurlique in his lap with his fingers spreading her pussy lips open while the other man teased her clit with his dick. Oribe could feel Lukas’s dick brush his fingers with the ongoing movements. “Don’t go too far,” he cautioned Lukas, sensing Jurlique’s ability to come quickly. “Her punishment awaits.”

  Lukas continued his torment, letting Jurlique feel the soft stroke of hard cock across her clit and pussy lips, but never entering her. She panted with need, silently begging for penetration, but the two alphas were adamant that she receive no relief. Instead, Oribe turned her around so that she faced him and had her bend over, exposing her asshole just above the water line to Lukas.

  Lukas bent over appreciatively and holding her ass cheeks apart, gave her puckered hole a long, slow taste, gently rimming the edges with his tongue. Jurlique screamed with pleasure, her pussy juices streaming down her thighs, the scent of orange blossoms almost overpowering. Her anus contracted involuntarily, begging for more attention.

  Lukas happily obliged, licking her rim while alternately plunging his tongue into her asshole. The tiny insertions teased her and she mewled and panted with pleasure.

  Meanwhile, Oribe positioned himself so that he was sitting on the pool’s edge, his cock just above water level. He tilted Jurlique’s chin upwards and tipped himself into her mouth until her cheeks were bulging, stuffed full with dick. She gagged once, but then grew accustomed and began sucking furiously, deep throating Oribe.

  “Put the dildo in her ass,” he instructed Lukas.

  Lukas obligingly reached for the double headed dildo. He gestured to a nearby serving woman and she came forward bearing a bowl of rose scented oil, strewn with petals across the surface of the liquid. However, instead of dipping the dildo into the bowl, Lukas motioned for the serving woman to bend over and spread her legs. He took one head of the dildo and lovingly inserted it into the tight pussy of the woman, oiling it up with her juices.

  He then gestured for another serving woman to bend over, and lubed up the second dildo head the same way. The black rubber gleamed obscenely, its dual heads glistening with the vaginal secretions of two different women.

  “Ready to go,” said Lukas nastily.

  He turned his attention back to Jurlique. She was busy deep-throating Oribe’s cock, and given the man’s deep growls of satisfaction, doing a great job. Lukas could see thin strands of saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, and her eyes were closed with concentration on the fat cock in her mouth. He positioned one head of the dildo at her back entrance and began to push.

  Jurlique’s eyes flew open and she gave a muffled scream, choking on Oribe’s dick. Her anus was being violated by a massive cock, and she wasn’t sure she could take it. The double dong had been intended for vaginal use between lesbians, and now she was with two alpha males, taking one of the ten-inch heads into her ass. She began to whimper softly, hot tears rolling down her cheeks.

  “Shh, don’t cry baby,” soothed Oribe, gently stroking her face as he edged his shaft deeper into her mouth. “It’s all part of your punishment, you’ll like it, I promise,” he shushed.

  As Lukas eased the dildo deeper into her ass, he encountered the first ring of tight muscle, and with determined insistence, pushed the dildo into her back channel. Jurlique’s body adjusted itself to the massive cock, and gradually she relaxed, her anus loosening. She squirmed and shimmied her hips gently, enjoying the sensation of the breach.

  “That’s it, little girl,” growled Lukas, as he finished pressing the entire ten-incher into her anus. The sight was incredible. Between Jurlique’s pearly white ass cheeks, a glistening black dildo stood out proudly, the first head embedded deeply in her body and the second head at almost a ninety-degree angle, protruding obscenely upwards from her ass cheeks.

  The black rubber glistened invitingly, and Lukas knew exactly what he wanted. He gave the dildo one more shove to secure it deeply in Jurlique’s body, and then gestured for a serving woman to come closer.

  He bent over, and the serving woman gently applied rose-scented oil to his ass, her fingers long and lithe over that secret part, probing delicately about an inch into his back hole. Once fully oiled, he mounted Jurlique, balancing himself on the steps at the edge of the pool, careful not to put any weight on her.

  Slowly, Lukas lowered his ass onto the protruding black dildo. The black rubber was stiff yet resilient, testing the inner ring of muscle at the entrance to his anus. He pushed himself further down onto the black cock, letting its head sink about an inch into his hole. The tension was incredible, and Lukas gave out a low growl at the penetration.

  Meanwhile, Oribe watched with amusement as Lukas impaled himself on the black dildo. He had never guessed that he’d see a six five, heavily muscled male squatting over a massive black dong, straining with pleasure while getting his ass violated. Truth was definitely stranger than fiction, but Oribe was an old vampire, and had seen too much to be shocked.

  In the meantime, Oribe was getting his dick sucked by a Class A slut. As Jurlique increased her tonguing, Oribe felt himself about to come, and held her head in place, murmuring encouragement as she sucked harder and faster.

  “That’s it,” he gasped harshly, as she increased the suction on his dick while lightly skimming the sides of his cock with her tiny teeth. “That’s it,” he growled, pumping his hips ever so slightly into her face.

  With a roar, he pulled out suddenly and came onto her face. The ropes of semen coated her delicate features and hair, forming globs which dripped wetly into the pool. Jurlique herself was delighted by the facial. She opened her mouth and licked her lips, trying to catch rivulets which streamed down her cheeks, purring with satisfaction at the salty taste which enveloped her.

  In the meantime, Lukas continued impaling himself of the cock protruding from Jurlique’s ass. Oribe could see the stretch of Lukas’s anus around the black cock, and the heavy tension in the other man’s balls which indicated his impending orgasm.

  Oribe nodded to one of the serving women, who glided forward and lightly positioned her hand at the base of Lukas’s cock, but Lukas swatted her hand away and gripped the hard pole himself.

  As he continued to grind on the black cock, Lukas masturbated, slowly pulling his hand from the base of his cock to the top, until he was almost at the tip, finishing each stroke with a light twist at the head. Pre-cum streamed so heavily that his entire dick glistened wetly, already bathed in a first coat of semen.

  As he continued the pumping, his breathing grew harsher, rasping heavily in his throat. With a great roar, Lukas came, the black dildo embedded in his ass, and his cock jerking mightily as it sprayed cum onto his chest and Jurlique’s smooth, glistening back.

  His cock continued to spasm, shooting sperm as the orgasm progressed, showering the trio in streams of semen. A droplet even hit Oribe’s lip, and he reflexively reached out his tongue, tasting man milk for the first time.

  Finally, the twitching in Lukas’s cock slowed, and the vampire withdrew the dildo from his ass. Lukas sank back into the water, satiated after the mind-blowing sex. A serving woman came forward and lightly dabbed his forehead with a damp hand towel, offering him a tall glass of cool water after his exertions.

  “Oribe, that was incredible,” said Lukas, nodding towards the p
ools of semen floating on the surface of the water. “I’d say New England has some of the best sluts in the world,” he added.

  “Glad you enjoyed it, my friend,” replied Oribe. The entire episode had been eye-opening. Oribe knew that the incredible sex wasn’t due to the alluring charms of the women, but rather the creativity of the vampire males in forcing the girls to do their bidding. That Lukas hadn’t realized this made him a lesser opponent in the negotiations ahead.

  “My friend, come to the bathing pools anytime,” rumbled Oribe. “Jurlique is only one of our treasures,” he said, nodding to the curvy woman still bent in front of him, lapping at the semen dripping down her face. “We are training a verlahen at present, and she proves unruly,” he said. “Perhaps you could assist us in her preparations,” he added.

  “Unruly in what way?” asked Lukas.

  “The double dildo which you so pleasantly enjoyed was initially used during sex with her,” replied Oribe. “You share intimate knowledge of the toy.”

  Holy shit, that cock in my ass was in a woman’s ass not hours before? thought Lukas. The idea was intriguing indeed. He slowly extracted the dildo from Jurlique’s back hole, making her whimper and shudder at the loss, and examined the shiny lengths coated in fluid. He decided that he looked forward to meeting this Lucinda, and leaned forward with a wicked grin.

  “Tell me, where may I find the verlahen?” he inquired. “I will return the double dildo to her with my utmost compliments.”

  THE END

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  By Cassandra Dee

  CHAPTER ONE

  Ellie

  “Seriously El, you can’t wear that,” said my friend Rachel.

  I looked back at her, a little miffed.

  “Why not?” I asked plaintively. The jeans I had on were nice, a dark denim wash, and I’d paired them with a long-sleeve top, crushed velvet with a scoop-neck. “Looks okay to me.”

  Rachel snorted.

  “Seriously El, we’re in Vegas for the week. We’re going clubbing at a place that doesn’t even have a name, it’s so hot. You can’t wear the stuff you usually do, now take it off,” she commanded.

  I thought about refusing flat out, putting down my foot and digging in. But the thing is my friend is the one with the fashion sense, Rachel always looks amazing, knowing exactly how to do herself up for every occasion. In comparison, I was a little frumpy, dazed and confused most times, my brown hair unfashionably curly, my curves unfashionably round. So yes, I got invited to good parties because I was Rachel’s friend, but I didn’t look like any of them, skinny minnies all.

  And frankly, it was amazing that Rachel and I are friends at all because we’re so different, she’s swan-like, thin and elegant, with a modeling portfolio, whereas I’m round and small, an A-student. So our interests are poles apart, not to mention our paths in life. But we’ve known one another since we were five, and have seen one another through thick and thin again and again. Take last year, for example, when Rachel’s parents got divorced. I was her confidante, her therapist, and her anchor when she was lost at sea, adrift on waves of sadness. And I know she’d do the same for me if our situations were reversed. So despite the fact that outwardly, it looks like we have nothing in common, in fact we have a bond that goes deep, far further than mere clothes or personalities would suggest.

  And since my body changed, my friend’s fashion advice was even more important. Because gone was the old Ellie from two years ago, an underweight mouse shaped like a broomstick, and in her place was the body of a woman, like Venus de Milo incarnate. I have big boobs now, a huge ass that sways when I walk, and generous hips making it hard to fit any type of pants. In fact, it’d been a struggle getting into my jeans tonight, I’d had to hop up and down desperately a couple times before they squeezed on, and the button was threatening to pop off any second.

  So I sighed again.

  “I don’t have anything else,” I repeated plaintively, gesturing with open palms. “There’s nothing else, look at my suitcase, nothing, nada.” And flipping open the purple travel case to reveal the interior was uninspiring. There was nothing haute couture or racy, just a couple more colored tops and a pair of grey jeans to mix things up.

  Rachel pulled a face.

  “Really, you didn’t bring a dress? Something a little slinkier?” she asked, picking through the stuff in my bag.

  I shook my head.

  “Nope, you know I don’t wear dresses that often,” I reminded her. “I’m more of a tomboy.”

  Rach pulled another face.

  “Tomboy, schmomboy, El, you’ve got a body now that’s decidedly not tomboyish anymore,” she emphasized. “Come on, you’re gonna have to wear something of mine then.” And with that she began pawing through her things, flipping through the closet where she’d hung a million outfits, each one colorful and gaudy, some even with pom-poms and sequins.

  “No, Rach, no,” I pleaded. Even if I wore something of my friend’s, we weren’t the same size, not even close. My blonde friend was your typical petite vixen, about five one and a size zero. Whereas now, I was up to a size fourteen, maybe. Possibly a sixteen, it depended on what I’d had for breakfast, or sometimes dinner the night before. There was no way I could squeeze into one of Rachel’s outfits, I’d rip it at the seams like a juicy tomato busting out.

  But my friend couldn’t be deterred.

  “How about this one?” she asked brightly, pulling a dress out of the closet.

  I groaned. It was terrible, all psychedelic colors, oranges swirling with purples, great big globs of green here and there.

  “No Rach,” I said firmly. “Absolutely not, I’m getting a headache just looking at it.”

  She sniffed, her pert nose wrinkling.

  “Just so you know El, this dress is by Missoni, they’re a famous Italian design house known for their zany patterns.”

  I shook my head still.

  “I’ve never heard of this designer, but no Rach, it’s like an acid trip,” I said, shaking my head. “I can’t.”

  Rachel sighed dramatically, hanging it back up.

  “How about this one then?” she asked.

  I paused for a moment, stunned. The dress wasn’t even a dress, really. It was more like a band of cloth across the bust paired with a skirt, with the tiniest piece of material connecting the two vertically, enough to hide your belly button.

  “What is that?” I asked, horrified.

  “What you’ve never seen cut-outs before?” my friend scoffed like a grande dame. “This here is an Azzedine Alaia, I love his work,” she cooed. “So sultry, he knows a woman’s body so well.”

  I shook my head again.

  “Rach, that’s more like a swimsuit, I can’t go into a club wearing a swimsuit.”

  And my friend laughed.

  “It’s not a swimsuit, the material’s not waterproof,” she said airily. “Besides, look what I’m wearing,” she said slyly, untying her purple fur jacket. And I gasped because beneath the fur, the blonde had on something that looked like a violet handkerchief, a triangle bound around her breasts, dropping to a point that barely shielded her snatch. One flutter, and everything would be visible. I goggled, astounded.

  “Will they let you in the club like that?” I stuttered.

  “They better,” Rachel said cheerily. “Otherwise Miles will be soooo disappointed,” she cooed.

  And I shook my head again. We’d been invited to this no-name disco by a bunch of guys we’d met at the hotel pool earlier this afternoon. Miles was the one Rachel had homed in on, an overly-tan muscular dude whose swim trunks left nothing to the imagination. I didn’t want to go out with them tonight, not really, but Rach was determined to see Miles again and I was just along for the ride, the best friend slash sidekick, always the voice of reason.

  “Okay, this one then,” my friend said with f
inality. “Seriously El, lighten up, this would look fantastic on you.”

  And I gasped again, but for a completely different reason. The dress she was holding in her hands was absolutely gorgeous. Size XS, yes, but still stunningly beautiful, a silky slip in gold that shimmered under the lights.

  “Try it on, okay?” asked my friend, pushing it into my arms. “Come on, chop chop, we gotta go, it’ll look amazing.”

  And with slow steps, I let myself into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me and gazing in the mirror. What was going on? I was boring Ellie Danes, nerd extraordinaire, who never wore things like this. I was more a jeans and a t-shirt girl, swapping out the t-shirt for a sweater when things got cold, or a velvet top when things got sexy. No way could I ever pull off a dress like this.

  But never say never, and I was transfixed by the shimmering gold fabric, the material silky and glimmery in the light. Hesitantly, I pulled off my scoopneck, then squeezed out of my jeans, holding the tiny scrap of material in front of me. Did I dare put it on? Did I dare become someone other than plain old Ellie, always the wallflower? And with a sigh, I undid the zip and stepped into the shimmery fabric, sliding it up over my hips and breasts, pulling the spaghetti straps over my shoulders.

  Looking in the mirror, I gasped at the sudden transformation. Oh my god, I was someone else now. Whereas before I was curvy, yes, but hidden and discreet, now everything was out in the limelight. The fabric hugged my girls just so, emphasizing their creamy fullness, the tops of my mounds revealed in the deep décolletage. And the dress skimmed my waist, showing off how narrow it was before clinging to my hips, the shimmer emphasizing every sway of my booty.