by Mia Moore
A dark haired woman bolted upright, sitting between creamy white thighs of a gorgeous blond girl. Both women stared at me from the bed in the middle of the room, terror in their eyes. Holy fuck, they’d been having sex with each other when I burst into the room.
The smaller, curvy, dark haired one rose from the bed and walked to a table laid out with all kinds of food and drink. I watched the sway of her round hip and the slight jiggle of her ass before she stopped and poured a goblet of wine. She turned and approached me with eyes downcast, handing the wine to me.
I was no longer in uniform, but now wearing long silky fabric and a turban like some kind of sultan. I knew this woman to be one of my favorites in the harem. I took the wine from her and sat down amid brightly colored, plush, satin cushions. With a dismissive wave of my hand, I directed her to resume what I had interrupted.
The other fair haired girl was a slave I had acquired in an auction. Her name was Jana and Becka was training her in the art of sexual delights, both giving and receiving. Her blue eyes flashed at me for a moment, before she laid back into the tapestries, arms above her head on the pillows and legs spread wide.
I watched them over the golden rim of my wine goblet feeling a pleasant stirring in my groin. Becka straddled Jana, the inside of her knees touching the ivory flesh of Jana’s hip as she bent over to suck the delicate, pink nipple topping a full, firm breast. Jana arched her neck and thrust her head back when Becka’s tongue traced a trail over her breast to the other nipple.
A low moan escaped Jana’s throat when Becka pinched and twisted the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. I could see Jana’s glistening wetness between her full, smooth pussy lips. Becka was doing a good job in training my slave.
When Becka lowered herself, kissing Jana’s small round tummy and lower still, pausing at Jana’s mound and blowing air softly through pursed lips, Jana bent her knees, pushing her mons hard into Becka.
Becka’s head turned to face me. “Would you like me to continue or make her wait for your touch?”
“Continue, but raise your ass for me.”
I moved to sit beside them on the cushions, my hand squeezing the generous orbs of Jana’s breast while Becka’s fingers parted her pussy lips. The small, swollen nub of her clit protruded like a tiny berry waiting to be tasted. The tip of Becka’s tongue flicked lightly over the silky surface, causing Jana to gasp. Her fingers slipped inside the slippery, wetness of Jana’s opening.
I swung my now naked body up and behind Becka’s ass, watching Jana’s eyes, half closed in lust, her hands holding and squeezing her breasts, her lips parted and breath coming in fast pants.
Becka’s ass rubbed against my cock, signaling her desire to be fucked. Oh God, her opening was slick and hot and I held myself still, just the knob inside, savoring her tightness. Jana was now bucking fast into Becka’s mouth, on the verge of orgasm. Watching the lust in her eyes, I couldn’t help myself from thrusting hard and deep into Becka, my fingers reaching for her clit. It was important that we all come together, though I wasn’t sure why.
The slap of Becka’s tits when I pumped into her, Jana’s moans when my cock forced Becka’s mouth harder onto her clit and the tight grasping flesh sucking at my cock…Oh God…
*****
Becky
Oh my God, he’s ready to go again. Where have you been all my life, Sean? I held the thick sausage-like cock in my hand and massaged from the huge, dripping head to the ridged, tight flesh of his balls.
When he rolled me over onto my tummy, lifted my ass to enter me, it hurt at first but he just held me still, only the head of it inside.
“Oh God yes, suck her.” His words were almost incoherent, lost in the violent thrust of his cock, reaching to my throat it seemed.
Suck her? What was he saying? Suck who? His fingers played with my clit while he pumped into me like some wild stallion. It didn’t matter what fantasy he was lost in—just keep fucking me like this.
Oh fuck, it was happening again, the way his cock was touching me deep inside. Now that he’d awakened my G-spot, it was all consuming. His shaft pumped into me like a steam engine and I tried to meet every thrust, to claim all of that magnificent manhood fucking me.
“YES…just like that. Don’t stop…” I was almost screaming in my lust for more. A tsunami of pleasure centering deep in my cunt, to the electric jolts in my clit that his fingers were sparking and outward through every muscle and cell. “Fuck me!” His cock thickened, pulsing cum in glorious stream after stream.
His chest collapsed onto my back forcing both of our bodies to fall into the softness of the mattress. My heart beat wildly as I gasped for breath beneath him.
With a sigh, he rolled off and onto his back, leaving me with a feeling of floating upward. Oh yes, heaven here I come.
“Oh my God woman, you’re wearing me out.”
I turned and looked at the profile of his face, the crinkles at the edge of his grey eyes, the straight line of his nose, flaring nostrils above the shadow of his mustache hair and then to his kissable lips.
“I’M wearing YOU out! Man oh man, I won’t be able to walk for a week. First the spanking and then being turned almost inside out by the biggest cock I’ve ever had in me.” I turned to face him running my fingers through the downy hair between his pectoral muscles.
“You loved it.” He reached for my hand and held it to his lips, kissing the palm softly, circling it with his tongue. “Know what else you love?” His tongue licked the small space between my pinky and ring finger, causing a flutter that started in my navel and ended in the warm wetness of my sexual core.
“Hmm…this?” I closed my eyes as his tongue continued exploring my hand.
“You love to be taken by a man, dominated and made to obey.”
Oh God yes. He knew and had done this perfectly. He squeezed my hand and I looked up at him, a smile on my lips. “And you? You enjoy that as well?” I watched his gaze drop to my breasts and his fingernail scrape across the nipple, causing it to pucker.
“Yes, more than I’d ever thought I would.” He looked into my eyes before he spoke again. “How far would you go with this?”
“What do you mean? How much pain or pleasure… or is there something else?” He’d never said much about the evening we’d met, how he’d been with a couple at the club. And then there were the words he’d mumbled when he’d been fucking me, ‘Suck her.’
“Have you had sex with a woman?”
I sat up in bed, my eyes wide, trying to see if he was teasing me. His eyebrows were furrowed and his gaze into my eyes was quite serious. “Not lately.” The words popped out of my smart ass mouth before I knew it.
“Answer me before I take you over my knee again. Actually, it would probably be better if I just left.” He sat up and swung his leg over the side of the bed.
Bastard! I would have been on my hands and knees at the prospect of another spanking but my heart was a heavy lump at the thought of him leaving.
I’d done the usual teenage thing with some girlfriends at a slumber party, practiced kissing and had even touched and been touched both on my breasts and pussy. It had felt okay but even back then I’d known it could never compete with being with a man.
“Stop. Please don’t go. I’ll be good and answer you truthfully.” A part of me was gobsmacked at what I was doing, but another part was fistpumping in joy. I grasped his hand and pulled him towards me, kissing the back of his hand before lowering my gaze respectfully. My heart thudded in my chest as I waited for his answer.
“Would you make love with a woman while I watched?” His voice was almost a whisper when he sat down and placed his finger under my chin lifting it.
I would do it in a heartbeat if he ordered me. He still had some things to learn if he was to become my Dom.
And what about the other woman? Did he have someone in mind and what was she to him? Did they have some sort of relationship? Had she been the one he’d fucked the night we’d met? But he’
d also mentioned a husband.
I slipped off the bed and knelt between his knees, my head facing the floor. “Is that an order, Sir?”
He placed his hands on my face and drew me forward towards his cock which was hard once more. “Yes.”
Chapter 22
Damian
“That’s all the details I got, okay? I can’t tell you if she’s short, tall or walks like a duck. He said she was hot and that’s good enough for me.” Women! Always with the details! I was parked outside the job site and in five minutes I’d be late for my meeting with the architect. Why couldn’t she wait until five when I’d be picking her up?
But no! Janice wanted all the news about my lunch with Sean. Would she go along with his fantasy? It would be fine with me, but maybe Janice wouldn’t like Sean’s lady.
“He wants to meet us at the club on Saturday? No chance to meet her before then, I guess.” Janice’s voice on the phone sounded apprehensive.
“Janice, it’s two days away and besides, if we don’t like her, we don’t have to do anything with them. It’s always good even when it’s just us, right?” Actually, the sex just kept getting better and better. We were like teenagers again.
“You’re right, although it would have been fun to be with Sean again.”
“I know but… Look I’ll see you at five and we can talk about it then.” I could see the architect going into the building.
“Sure. See you then.” There was a click as Janice ended the connection.
*****
Janice
The afternoon had seemed interminable wondering about Damian’s lunch with Sean. I knew I should have been there but it had been too last minute and I’d been booked for a lunch appointment with an important client. Rats! I would have gotten more information from Sean than Damian did. Men, so casual!
Now walking out the door of the building, I hurried to where the car idled, double parked with Damian at the wheel. I was barely inside when questions poured from my mouth. “So what did he say? This was his third time with her? Does he sound like he’s falling for her? What’s her name?”
Damian’s eyes opened wide and he shook his head before glancing in the rear view mirror. He laughed softly as he merged onto the street. “Whoa. One question at a time. Her name is Rebecca and yes, he’s been with her three times.”
“No info on what she looks like? I thought that was the number one thing with guys.” But considering how attractive Sean was, it was pretty likely that she’d also be good looking. And what did it matter anyway? We’d be soft swinging at the very most on Saturday.
“She’s Hispanic.” He glanced at me and smiled, like I was supposed to know what that had to do with anything.
I shrugged and leaned closer, waiting for more.
“He must really like the whole alpha Dominant male thing. When we arranged the gang bang thing for you last week, it had been my idea to make you dress up as a maid and serve a bunch of guys. It made sense to get you in that head-space but Sean…well”
“What do you mean?” I held my breath recalling the erotic evening with Damian, Sean and two of Sean’s buddies. Oh God, it had been hot and I was more than willing to do it again.
“He said that Rebecca likes to be spanked and dominated. But is it her or really his idea to do that?” He scraped his hand through his hair and cleared his throat before he spoke again.
“Uh…he asked if you would consider letting Rebecca make love to you.”
“WHAT! She wants to make out with me? She hasn’t even met me. And you know I’ve never done that. Oh my—“
“No, it’s HIS idea, not hers. It’s part of his fantasy, just like he was part of ours.” His gaze darted from the street to my face a few times before he took a deep breath. “And, well you wouldn’t have to do anything with her…just let her kiss you and play with your body.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? A woman kissing and running her hands and mouth all over my body is not ‘doing anything’! It’s consent and…and…”
A picture of Jennifer Lopez flashed in my mind. She was Latino like Rebecca. How would I feel being kissed and made love to by a woman like that? Jennifer was famous for her curves and full, round ass. I had to admit that if I were a man, I’d have my hands all over that body.
“And? Would you like to try it? Even just sexy dancing, touching each other’s breasts?”
I flashed a look at him, noting that his face was flushed. Was he embarrassed he’d asked me to do this or aroused? Knowing Damian, it was probably arousal.
He placed his hand just above my knee and I noticed his Adam’s apple bob when he swallowed. “It could be really sexy for you and I’d like to see it.”
His hand rose higher on my leg, pausing at the soft flesh above the top of my stocking. “Haven’t you ever wondered what touching another woman would be like?” He continued stroking my leg, always stopping just short of where I wanted him to touch.
I eased my hip forward as much as the seatbelt would allow and opened my legs wider. When the turn signal clicked, I turned to look at him.
“What are you doing? This isn’t the way home.” From the smirk that appeared on his lips and the laugh lines framing his eyes, he was up to something. If past experience was any indication, it would be something I’d like.
“I’ve never taken you to a strip club, Janice. I think it’s time you visited one.”
“Are you serious? Me? Go to a stripper club? What if someone sees me going in? I have clients and…” Maybe I could wear dark glasses and buy a scarf for my head? Kind of a blond Audrey Hepburn look.
“I’m taking you to one in Chicago. What the hell. It’s an hour away and the night is young.”
*****
Thank God, he found one that was higher end with businessmen in suits and a few couples having a drink and watching the dancers. Damian held the chair for me to be seated at a table that seemed a little too close to the stage. I swear I could smell the perfume the women dancing were wearing.
A waitress in a very tight, short skirt and low top appeared immediately to take our drink order.
“I’ll have a double vodka tonic.” Sure, I’m a pretty liberated woman but it WAS after all my first time in a stripper club.
I glanced at the stage where a beautiful Asian woman was dancing. With long, silky hair swishing over her almond back she grasped a brass pole with her thighs, sliding down to the floor. Her eyes met mine for a second and she smiled before gracefully rising to her feet, her back against the pole while she stood with legs spread wide.
The waitress set my drink down and I raised it to my lips, downing half of it in one swallow. The cool burning sensation of the liquor in my throat floated out to my fingertips, easing the tension in my muscles. I glanced at Damian who was watching me with that sexy smirk once more.
Another woman appeared, strutting across the stage, her large breasts naked, except for red star shaped jewels on her nipples. She wore the tiniest of G-strings, barely covering the slit of her pussy lips, deeply buried in the fullness of her round, perfect ass. Her red hair was pulled into a high pony tail on top of her head, while dark shadow on her eye-lids made her face appear cat-like.
I was barely breathing as I watched her approach the Asian woman and kiss her, running her hands through the mane of dark hair, before pulling the woman’s bra off. The nipples of her breasts were rouged a dark red, visible just for a moment before the red haired woman’s hands covered them.
“Which woman appeals to you?”
I startled at Damian’s breath and his words whispered in my ear. He had moved his chair close to mine and his hand was sliding up my leg.
The Asian woman had a prettier, more delicate face but I couldn’t tear my eyes from the glittering red rubies on the red haired woman’s breasts. And the way she moved--the slight jiggle of her breasts and ass-the confident sexuality that she exuded.
“The red-haired woman.” My voice sounded guttural even to myself. Was it the vodka lo
osening me up or Damian’s fingers grazing lightly over the damp line of fabric between my legs? I didn’t know which, but watching the voluptuous body on stage was making me hot for more.
“Excuse me for a moment. I’ll be right back.” Damian rose and was then gone, leaving me staring at the scene on stage.
The red head had removed the other girl’s G-string and maneuvered her body so that the girl’s pussy was visible to the audience. She ran her hand softly between the girl’s legs, causing the woman to raise her arms, cradling the red head to her breast.
The red haired woman continued to play with the Asian girl’s pussy and she turned her head to look at ME. There was a sultry look in her eyes and her small pink tongue rolled over her bottom lip. Oh my God, she was doing all this for my benefit, showing me what she’d like to do with me! And my body was liking it-a lot!
There was a light touch on my shoulder and Damian’s voice speaking low in my ear. “C’mon Janice. Let’s go.”
No. No yet, my eyes pleaded silently with him but his hand was urging me to my feet. “But I’m not finished my drink…”
“I’ll bring it, don’t worry.”
“What? We can’t bring that outside.” I could feel his hand on the small of my back, directing me close to the bar.
“Here. Follow me.” He took my hand and instead of leaving we headed down a wide hallway, decorated in deep red and cream wallpaper and lit by amber wall sconces. He opened a door on the left and waited for me to enter.
There was a low chair without armrests, a towel draped across the seat and mirrors on the wall behind it and across from it. It was a small area with a dark curtained wall opposite the door.
“Is this a lap dance room, Damian? What are we doing here?” His smile and hands unbuttoning my blouse were his only answer.
The curtain parted and the red haired woman stepped into the space. Her eyes never left my face as she smiled and spoke. “I’m Lola and I’m here to make you happy Janice.”
She stood in front of me, wearing only the ruby pasties and the thin line of the G-string panties. Her fingers continued what Damian had started, unbuttoning my blouse until it hung open and lose. The rubies clipped to her nipples pressed briefly against my bra before she pulled back. Her hands unclasped the front opening of my bra and pushed it to the sides, exposing my bare breasts.