Between the Cheeks

by Rachel Kramer Bussel

  “I think he’s liking it more than he may admit,” she said to me, leaning down to reach beneath his body just behind the bench. She sent me a wink that pooled the heat between my legs further, and I jammed the dildo into Brad’s mouth, careful not to hurt him, as I found a rhythm that made the base of the silicone press against my clit just so.

  I moaned as I moved my body closer and closer to orgasm. In seconds, I screeched and bucked wildly as I came, backing away from Brad and sliding my fingers beneath the harness to replace the rhythm my bucking hips had created. Circling my clit frantically, I dropped to my knees as the climax tore through me, toppling my ability to stand.

  I opened my eyes and looked across at Brooke, who had slowed down her own action to take in the view of my orgasm. The heat from her gaze seared into me, and I fell forward, panting, as my hand dropped slowly from my body.

  I moved my eyes to Brad, whose gaze shot pure lust back at me as he took in my postorgasmic state like a lion feasting on flesh. Brooke looked down at him as well, clasping his hips as she steadied herself and prepared to pull out.

  “Have you had about enough, darling?” she asked him. She backed up, removing the toy from his ass, and unfastened her harness. Her face was glowing with exertion and arousal, her blonde hair clamped to her forehead in little wet clusters. She was out of breath, her slim figure heaving as she removed the harness and stood still, allowing her body to regain its equilibrium.

  She looked gorgeous.

  I watched her from my knees as she stepped forward and began to undo the rope around one of Brad’s ankles. Momentarily I rose to help, allowing my breasts to dangle inches from his face as I undid one of the knots binding his wrists. I looked down to find his eyes glued to my tits, his breath audible as I untied the other wrist and Brooke invited him to stand up.

  He stood in front of us, an unquestionable humility reflected in his eyes, his chest moving perceptibly as he finished catching his breath. I dropped my eyes to his granite-hard cock. A drop of precome glistened on the end of it, and I couldn’t help smiling. Cocks didn’t do a lot for me in and of themselves, but it was fun to be involved with someone’s so obvious and acute arousal. I looked at Brooke, no idea what was on the agenda now.

  “It looks to me like you want to get off. I guess that makes sense—that’s what this little escapade was all about for you, wasn’t it?” Brooke smiled cheerfully at Brad, who blushed a little as he swallowed. “Do you want to come?” Brooke asked when he remained silent.

  Brad nodded, hurriedly, as though the answer was obvious but he had been afraid to state it. Which, I guessed, was exactly the case.

  Brooke indicated his cock, a slow grin encompassing her features. “Go ahead.”

  He looked at her hesitantly. I looked at her, too. Brooke stood back, arms crossed, and I finally understood that she was prompting him to jack himself off while we watched.

  I bit my lip, suddenly eager for something I had never found the slightest bit appealing. I wondered if it would please Brooke, and I realized that possibility was part of what turned me on.

  Brad seemed to be waiting for further direction—either that, or he felt reluctant to start with our watching him. Ignoring him, I sidled over to Brooke and pressed against her naked body. I whispered into her ear, and she gave me a surprised smile. I blushed, knowing I seemed out of character—not just in the action I suggested but also in initiating, in wanting to do something different and impulsive like I watched her enthuse over all the time.

  “Well, that’s great, Ashley,” Brooke said out loud. “Why don’t you go right ahead and do that.” She turned to Brad. “Ashley wants to kneel in front of you and have you come all over her tits.” She ran a hand over my breast, squeezing lightly, and I ducked my head shyly.

  I leaned forward and kissed her, briefly, and as I started to pull away she grabbed me and pulled me back toward her with a kiss that started fast and hard, her lips and tongue and mouth surging against mine, and transformed gradually and organically into the softness I saw in her sometimes, when her blonde hair became like a gentle light illuminating a face not devoid of her usual boisterousness but incorporating into it a sincerity, a gentle and exquisite caring. It wasn’t something foreign to her—even when it didn’t appear to be there, I knew it was, as an integral part of her that simply tended to stay quieter than the impulsiveness and enthusiasm—but whenever I experienced it so openly, so close to the surface like this, it was like being wrapped in emotional velvet, a softness exuding from her to me to everything around us, holding all of it in a lightness that, for a moment, overtakes the world.

  When she had first grabbed me, I’d wondered if the kiss was partly for Brad’s benefit, and whether it had been or not, by the end I knew it was for no one’s—not even ours. It wasn’t a “benefit” kind of kiss. It was just something that happened, like the opening of an apple blossom.

  I opened my eyes slowly after we broke apart. With a soft smile, Brooke released my hands, which she’d been holding, and turned slowly back toward Brad. I followed suit, and he met my eyes as I looked at him, standing motionless with his hand positioned around his cock. His eyes shot fiery lust, and it occurred to me that he had just gotten a little bit of what he had originally wanted. I wondered if it had the same effect following his recent experience.

  Holding his gaze, I stepped forward until I was almost touching him. He looked down at me, his jaw clenching and unclenching as I felt the heat from his body sweep over and blend with my own. I reached back and unhooked my bra, sliding my hands around my sides as I nudged the garment from my breasts and let it drop to the floor. His eyes fell to my tits, and he swallowed as he looked back up at me. For a moment, neither of us moved.

  I dropped to my knees. Brad groaned, his head falling back as he gripped his cock tight in a fist, barely jerking it twice before his hot come shot straight onto my exposed tits, his volume increasing as he looked back down to see my fingertips sliding delicately over the slickness on my skin, watching the glistening surface with fascination as his face contorted and his hand tugged desperately at his cock. Automatically, he reached to put a hand on my shoulder for balance but caught himself before he did. Understanding his hesitation, I smiled and reached for his hand, bracing my palm against his to help hold him up as his last drops of come landed on my body.

  Unexpectedly, I felt Brooke grasp my tits from behind, and I gasped. I turned my head to see her kneeling behind me, her lips hot against the back of my neck as her hands smeared through the come covering my chest to squeeze my nipples. A tiny whimper escaped me, and I let go of Brad’s hand as my girlfriend grasped my body and devoured my neck with an urgency I felt suddenly on fire to experience once the two of us were alone.

  Gradually Brooke released me, landing one more kiss at the top of my spine before she stood and reached to help me up. Brad stood, panting, in front of us, his expression a stupor of release and incredulity.

  “Well, Brad, it’s been a pleasure,” Brooke purred, standing close to him as she looked up into his eyes. “I hope you enjoyed yourself.”

  Brad looked like he didn’t know how to respond, or perhaps had not yet recovered his faculty of speech, and I stepped forward to rest a hand on Brooke’s hip.

  “Thanks for joining us,” I said. “It had been a while since we’d done that.”

  “Really?” Brad let slip a moment of vulnerability, and he blushed. “I mean, have you…you’ve done that before?”

  “Not quite like that.” Brooke smiled. “You were a first.”

  Brad smiled, too, and I sensed the moment when all façades among us dropped. “It was a first for me, too,” he said quietly. He turned to gather his clothes, and Brooke and I stood still as we watched him begin to dress.

  Then she turned to me silently, pressing her body to mine with a kiss that instantly reignited the heat that rushed to my pussy. I slid my hands up her body and cupped her breasts, sensing her breath catch as I squeezed them, gently at first,
then more firmly.

  We were breathless as we broke apart. I turned to Brad, who was facing us as he fastened his belt.

  “Thank you both,” he said. His nod seemed a bit wistful, and I knew he was aware that Brooke and I were going to continue without him after he was gone—and that he understood why he wasn’t invited. I knew also that it was an understanding that wouldn’t have occurred to him a few hours before, and it endeared him to me.

  I stepped forward to give him a hug. “It was very nice to meet you, Brad.”

  He smiled down at me, and I felt understanding in Brooke’s hand as she took mine as we followed him to the door.

  “Perhaps you could come back and play with us again sometime,” she said as we reached it, giving my hand a squeeze.

  I squeezed back as Brad turned around. “I’d love to,” he said, his smile the most sincere I’d seen from him. Brooke and I stepped forward to give him a kiss on either cheek, and he waved and slipped out the door.

  “Funny how much more likable he was after he was humbled,” Brooke said.

  “Most of us are,” I answered, already pulling my girlfriend back toward the bedroom. “Come, my love. We’ve got a job to finish.”

  A DIFFERENT KIND OF REALITY SHOW

  D. L. King

  The contract was for a week. I’d have everything I needed to live—everything but the physical presence of others. The ad in Soul-Bound had suggested thinking about the service period like a kinky reality show; it would, after all, be televised for an exclusive paying audience. Pay-per-view kink, yeah, I’d been there before—a lot—but, never as the star of the show.

  It got me thinking and kept me thinking for days; I couldn’t pass it up. I’m sure I wasn’t the first to feel that way and probably wouldn’t be the last. They were going to pay me very well for a week spent in confinement. It would be a week spent alone in a posh condo, naked, submitting to the voice commands of an exclusive audience of women. I would be on camera and on call twenty-four hours a day for seven days.

  I’m kind of an exhibitionist at heart. I like being naked and I don’t mind being watched. My dick isn’t bad; at least I’ve never had any complaints. I think it’s pretty nice when it’s up and ready for action—like I said, no complaints.

  I sent in my application with the required photos and waited. About five months later, an envelope came from Soul-Bound. I had to think for a second: who the hell was Soul-Bound? I was about to throw it in the recycle bin when it hit me—starring in pay-per-view kink! I’d all but forgotten about it.

  They wanted me. Cool. Of course they did. Why wouldn’t they?

  I took a week’s vacation from work and on a Saturday night, drove across the Verrazano to an industrial-looking building in Midtown with its own underground garage. The elevator opened onto a reception desk on the fifth floor. The guy manning the desk asked for my ID, and after scrutinizing it, announced my presence to someone at the other end of a phone line.

  “Okay, follow me,” he said after hanging up the phone. “You ever done any professional work before?”

  “Well, yeah, I’m a CPA at a firm in Jersey.”

  “No man, porn work. You know, sex work. You done any sex work before this?”

  “Oh, I see. Porn. Yeah, well, yeah. I mean no. I mean—porn?”

  “Yeah buddy; porn. Waddya think? I mean, you’re gonna be naked, on camera, for a week. Waddya think it is? But hey, if you got a problem, you gotta let me know now. No one’s gonna let you outta there unless you’re sick or somethin’ once you go in, ya know? So? You still wanna do this?”

  “Well, um, yeah—I guess. I mean, yeah, sure. Why not?”

  “All right then. Everything’s on this floor. We got the whole loft. Inside, it’s nice. You got everything you need. There’s food and stuff to read and tapes ’n’ stuff to watch. You don’t get TV, but there’s DVDs and stuff. All you gotta do is what the ladies tell you to.

  “Nobody’s gonna come in and you can’t come out until your time’s up or they kick you out. You signed a contract that said you’d do what you were told and that’s all you gotta do. If nobody’s tellin’ you to do anything, you can do what you want, but when somebody tells you to do something, you gotta drop whatever you’re doing and do it. Get me?”

  “Yes, I know.” The guy was getting on my nerves. Or maybe the whole thing was beginning to get on my nerves.

  “Now look, and this is important, you gotta do everything they say or at least try to do it. If you don’t do something or you refuse, you don’t get paid, see. You understand?”

  “Yeah, okay.” He stared at me like I wasn’t getting it. I was getting it.

  “All right, so, there are cameras everywhere in the loft. There’s no place you won’t be on camera, okay?”

  I nodded. We were standing in front of a door, in a hallway behind the reception desk.

  “All right. You can take off your clothes and everything here.” He handed me a locker key and said I should put all my belongings in the locker and take the key inside the living space with me. He said I could put it in a bowl by the door, that way, I wouldn’t lose it.

  “Cause you lose your key, you’re gonna be the one who has to pay to get the lock cut off.”

  “Yeah, okay.” I very quickly got out of my clothes and folded them up in the locker. I just wanted to get inside.

  “You gotta take off all the jewelry and the watch too.”

  “Yeah, all right.” Finally I stood in front of the door, completely naked and a little chilled, key in hand. There seemed to be a draft. I hadn’t thought about it before but some of these old buildings, well, you had to expect it. I really hoped I wouldn’t freeze to death for an entire week.

  He unlocked the door. “Okay pal, have a good one,” he said, and in I walked.

  I heard the door close and the lock slide home behind me but I was too concerned with what was in front of me to pay much attention. There was no draft. There weren’t any windows. Everything was white. I detected a light scent of lavender in the air as my feet sunk into the thick carpet. A white velvet couch faced a huge plasma screen on the opposite wall. In front of the couch was a large white plastic low table, one of those really expensive ones you see in magazines. Below the TV was a table with a white DVD player and two shelves of white-sleeved DVDs. There were small white speakers on stands at each corner of the room.

  If I continued in a straight line from the door, I came to a white dining table with one straight-backed chair and then the kitchen. The kitchen was no different; white counter and sinks, white appliances, white dinnerware but stainless silverware and pots and pans. The glasses were a frosted white. I wondered if the food would somehow be white too.

  The bedroom, off the living room, held a king-sized bed with a white anodized barred head and footboard. The bathroom had a white tile floor and mirrors covering the walls opposite the sink, shower, toilet and tub. Back in the bedroom, I noticed a nightstand by the bed with a shelf of white-covered books.

  Walking back into the bathroom I lifted the seat and began a much-needed piss. It was slightly weird, gazing at myself in the floor-to-ceiling-mirror behind the toilet.

  “Don’t make a mess, boy. You’ll have to clean it up with your tongue. No one likes a messy boy, do they?”

  I stopped in midstream and looked around, my hands automatically going up to cover my cock and balls. I heard a chorus of female voices commenting on messy guys and then the first voice said, “What do you think you’re doing? Take those hands away!”

  I removed my hands and said, “Sorry, Ma’am.”

  “Pretty shouldn’t speak unless he’s asked a direct question. But he is very pretty, isn’t he?”

  “Prettier than his pictures, I’d say.”

  “Finish going to the bathroom, boy.”

  I was frozen in place with one hand holding my cock, looking around the room for the cameras, but I couldn’t find them.

  “What’s the matter, Pretty? Don’t like an au
dience? We’ll be quiet. Just pretend we’re not here.” There was some quiet snickering and whispering and then nothing but the occasional quiet cough.

  This was what I was getting paid for, I guessed. I had never truly thought about what “on camera 24/7” really meant. But I had to go and so I went. As I was washing my hands, the first voice spoke again.

  “Hurry it up boy. It’s time to learn the rules. Go back to the living room and take a seat in the middle of the sofa.”

  Once I was back in the living room, she continued. “Spread those legs. Whenever you sit, your legs are to be spread as wide as possible. Better. You’ll do what we tell you. Whatever we tell you, or you’ll be forced to leave without pay.”

  I have to say, I was beginning to feel like I might not have made such a good decision. She talked about how any of the women, at any time, could give me a command and I’d have to execute it. And if they told me to stop, I’d better stop whatever I was doing.

  She said there were lots of toys in the apartment, which they might direct me to play with. She said there were magnetic restraints which, once I’d put them on, only she and her friends had the power to remove. She also said I would have plenty of free time to do anything I wanted. There were movies to watch and books to read.

  “Any questions, Pretty?” I could hear in her voice this was my new nickname, capital letter included.

  I thought of about a million things to ask, but simply said, “No, Ma’am.”

  “That’s fine then. Masturbate for us.”

  And that was my introduction to the house. Of course, I didn’t mind jacking off to the cameras, I enjoyed it, being the exhibitionist I am. It was when I got close to coming that the point of their control was driven home.

  “Stop.”

  I didn’t stop right away.

  “I said, ‘Stop!’ If you come, you’re out of here right now. It would be a shame to get kicked out less than an hour after arrival.”