by Mallory West
Barbie had been sitting quietly at her side, also intently watching this man. She, too, was feeling somewhat drawn to him. He had a nice body, which she could see by the fit of his polo shirt. Handsome, but it was something else. Something else was drawing her as she watched him sensuously stroke the side of his cocktail glass with one long, manicured finger.
“As a matter of fact, I am having a party tonight. My parties start late, real late. Why did you ask?” He looked directly into Pam’s face without blinking, as though his eyes were smoldering precisely into her inquisitive mind, mesmerizing her.
“Um…well, I thought maybe we might want to come…if they are as popular as you say they are, and the bartenders know you and all,” Pam said slightly squirming in her seat. She definitely wanted to party with him. He was incredibly captivating and something emanated from him — not cologne, but rather intoxicating, something reminiscent of sex! That was it…he oozed sexual magnetism. She looked over at Barbie and saw the odd look in her eyes. She obviously sensed it as well.
“You’re welcome to join us. The party starts at the stroke of midnight.” He glanced casually at his rose gold Patek Philippe watch. “That’s in another hour and a half or so. I don’t live that far from here. Would you like to come to my home first? My yacht is docked right out back. People usually begin arriving a little before midnight. That’s when the party gets rolling.” Pam looked at Barbie. Should they? Shouldn’t they? Their mutual eye contact screamed yes!
“We took a cab over here from the hotel, so I guess we need to ride with you?” asked Pam. She gathered her small purse, as did Barbie. They rose to leave, never giving a thought to going off with a stranger.
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CHAPTER THREE
On the ride to his home in James’s Bentley Mulsanne, the girls were excited. Something was going to happen tonight; they didn’t know exactly what, probably get laid, but not sure. James was an enigma for certain. Riding up front, Pam could still get a whiff of the aroma James was exuding, and it was almost making her giddy.
Barbie, in the back seat of the luxurious auto, was staring out the window at the variety of dazzling lights of the nightclubs, people laughing and talking as they strolled from bar to bar. Finally, the lights were behind them, and the gaiety slipped away as they cruised further out of town on N. Roosevelt Blvd.
James turned down Hilton Haven Road and drove for another few minutes before pulling up to the large iron gate that was opening slowly for the car. Pam could barely see the expansive estate at the end of the long curving brick-paved drive, due to the heavy foliage and trees looming in the darkness.
James finally parked directly in front of a wide stone stairway and helped each of them out of the vehicle. He led them up the stone steps to the tall, wooden front door. They entered into the stone-floor foyer.
“I don’t have a housekeeper on Friday nights or party nights,” James explained as he led them into a large living room. The décor was casual yet expensive with cream marble tile flooring; a large colorful tapestry hung on one wall, plush deep burgundy leather seating. A huge rock fireplace ran along one wall, and live good-sized potted trees and plants were dotted about. A wall of glass overlooked a lush backyard lit with lamps around a large pool. They couldn’t see what lay beyond due to the darkness.
“Please sit down. The other guests will be arriving before too long. Would you like another drink? Or glass of wine?” He swept an offering hand towards a built in bar. The women each opted to continue their drinks of choice of the night. James quickly went to work and provided them with perfect dirty martinis.
This guy is too much, thought Pam as she sipped her delicious drink. The sexual attraction was getting extremely strong for her at this moment. She and Barbie were reclining on a long, buttery soft leather sofa. James sat down on the ottoman in front of them and sipped his scotch. He just gazed at the women without speaking, making them feel especially horny and restless. His scent was so irresistible.
“Well.…” Pam started, the silence too much, “Um…what are we going to do now? Until the guests get here?” She drummed her fingertips upon her knee.
James continued to look at her with those sexy eyes and sipped his drink. He spoke, “We can relax. Let’s go out back and you can see the yacht, we can board if you like. My guests know to come to the back gate and board. They all have an access code to get onto the property.”
He’s so damn mysterious, thought Barbie hotly. Obviously, he’s not into us, he hasn’t even made a move!
They finished their drinks and walked out onto the back patio where their breath was taken away at the incredible sight. Several yards away, beyond the huge illuminated swimming pool, was the enormous anchored yacht, lit up with soft golden lights. It looked like a floating hotel!
“Isn’t she a beauty?” James mused to the girls as he stared at his beloved yacht. “Meet Pleasure.”
“Ohhhh, I’ve never seen a yacht up close or this huge!” Pam exclaimed in awe. “This is where you have parties?”
“Sometimes. I have special parties either in the house, or on the yacht. Sometimes we take her out to sea overnight. Only my exclusive friends come to the overnight, and sometimes the party goes on for a couple of days. I think you’ll like my friends,” James said as he slipped an arm about Pam and Barbie’s waists, hugging them tight. They leaned into him completely surrendering to his influence without truly realizing it. He released them and with a flourish of arms said loudly, “Come aboard!”
James beckoned as he led the way alongside the enormous vessel and helped them walk up the small gangway. Once on board he showed them around. “My friends should be arriving soon.” The 116 Lazzara yacht was amazing. He led them through the main salon and kitchen area.
“She sleeps eight comfortably, and of course, my crew of three have their own quarters,” James explained. “But we’re staying docked tonight. There is a special party tomorrow night and I thought maybe you might be interested in coming after you meet my friends.”
Pam nodded and shrugged her shoulders for a ‘maybe’. The girls were awed by the lovely décor and how much it looked just like a luxurious inn. Polished hardwood walls and floors gleamed warmly. He led them past the salon and a bathroom, opening another door.
“And here is my special room…you might find it entertaining.” He pushed the door open wide and revealed a king size bed. The deep red, satin spread glowed warmly in the soft overhead light. The matching heavy drapes were pulled closed, giving the room a cozy feel despite its spacious size.
The girls looked at each other, then back at James. “It’s beautiful, but ‘special’? Why?” Pam questioned.
James walked over to a built in chest of drawers and opened one. He pulled out a couple of black masks rimmed in rhinestones. “For you,” he said and handed one to each. “Put them on, guests will be arriving shortly.”
Not to question, Pam slipped the mask over her head and positioned it carefully. She turned to look at Barbie who stared back at her with mask in place. They both looked quite hot and incredibly erotic. No words were spoken.
“Come,” James said gently, yet firmly. He led them back out into the salon area. Sure enough, two men had boarded the yacht while they were in the bedroom. The men were dressed casually in trousers and polo shirts and wore black leather half masks. They had already made themselves a drink.
The men were standing by the long window observing the moon and the stars, turning to look when the three entered the room. Normally, Pam would have been creeped out to see strangers in masks; she would have, should have, turned, and ran in the other direction…right off this yacht! However, she stood still and let the men approach her. Barbie in turn welcomed the men. “My name is Barbie, good to meet you.” She extended her slender hand, moving towards them with her pelvis leading the way. No one took her hand.
James picked up the introductions. “This is Tom and this is Harry. Dick should be here at any moment.”
“Tom
, Dick, and Harry? Is that a joke?” Pam asked with a chuckle. No one smiled or replied except James.
“Anyone can be anyone they like here,” he replied seriously, gripping both girls by the elbow and lead them to a cherry wood side table. There appeared to be a small mound of white powder in the middle of the table, along with several small glass tubes.
“Please indulge yourselves,” James offered as he sliced out a thin line with a double-sided razor blade. He picked up a glass tube and snorted once into his nostril. He didn’t know these two women well yet, but he doubted seriously they were undercover cops. “Now you.” He handed the tube to Barbie.
Another man appeared, also wearing the same type of mask, and a tall woman followed closely behind. Her mask was black lace and feathered.
Barbie delicately inhaled a line of coke, as did Pam. Each had done this a time or two in the past. Both girls barely spoke to each other. They were too entranced by this display of ‘over the top’ affluence and seemed to be in complete submission to James.
This would be a night they would never forget, and were savoring every moment.
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CHAPTER FOUR
By the time all the guests arrived, the party was in full swing. Barbie and Pam were high. High on the experience of meeting these very unusual personalities, and obviously high from the little bit of coke they had inhaled. So mysterious the guests were behind their masks; hiding who they actually were, and yet playing a role of who they truly wanted to be.
At present there were four men and five women on board, everyone was mingling, murmuring, and drinking. The men caressed the women, who in turn fondled the men’s hard cocks through their trousers.
Cashmere, an older woman who appeared to be linked to James in some way, had been the last to show up. She wore a long, black, completely sheer dress that was cut quite low. But it didn’t matter, as the dress already completely exposed her small firm breasts. You could see right through it, revealing her shaved pussy and curvaceous ass.
Lorraine was a petite redhead who wore a black leather skirt, red sequined camisole, and knee high spiked patent leather boots. Miranda, a sloe-eyed, bleached blonde cut in a short spiky ’do with a voluptuous figure, wore a more casual black halter summer dress.
All that could be seen beneath the masks were their slitted eyes and glossy red painted lips. After several minutes of muted chit chat, the fondling, and caressing progressed. Clothing started to come off!
Barbie let Harry remove her dress leaving her completely nude in the middle of the room, except for her black platform pumps. As she bravely stood there, cool air brushed over her skin causing her to shiver. All eyes were upon her, murmurs and soft ohhhs and ahhhs resounded about the salon.
Hands reached for her, stroking her skin, her tits, her ass; hands roamed delicately over her cunt as they turned her around in languid circles. She was in heaven, her head was spinning, and every inch of her tanned skin was aflame with desire. The many hands softly touching, stroking, gently probing, all over her body made her want to sink to the large soft rug and spread her legs wide, and let them touch and stroke her throbbing pussy. She let out a low moan as someone’s long finger delicately stroked her swollen cunt lips, separating them, and slipped inside to tickle her aching clit.
Pam watched from a few feet away. She wanted what Barbie was getting. James stepped up behind her and began to unzip her dress, tugging it gently over her rounded hips and letting it puddle to the floor.
Glancing one more time over at Barbie, she saw Harry and Tom with Lorraine and Miranda; ease her down on the leather sofa with her ass on the edge. The two men lifted Barbie’s thighs and held them wide apart; while the women got on their knees between them and started licking and sucking her gaping pussy as she moaned and lustfully thrust her hips. Both women took turns ravishing Barbie, driving her mad with pleasure.
Pam closed her eyes as her panties were removed, leaving her standing nude in her platform high heels. By that time, Cashmere and Dick joined James with the same induction with Pam: the tender caresses upon her skin, probing, and soft, gentle exploration of her body and cunt. It was thrilling to be behind a mask, and extremely erotic. Pam felt she was anyone she wanted to be, wild and free…with no one knowing who she really was. She was just the sex toy to be used, who wanted to be taken and ravished.
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Tom, Dick, and Harry had been invited to many special parties. James had known them for several years from traveling in the same circles; the BDSM circles. The men were middle aged; unmarried and each enjoyed the tortured screams of a willing submissive.
They had formed this exclusive private club with James, and managed to have some quite extraordinary events on the water a couple of times a month; or in the special room in his basement.
Frequently it was with only the current private partygoers, and now and then, with willing new participants. Tonight was one of those exceptional nights.
Cashmere was extremely excited. New blood! James occasionally surprised her with bringing new bodies into the fold…at least for a while. Cashmere, a beautiful brunette woman in her late fifties, had known James for over fifteen years. She helped nurse him though a terrible and almost fatal accident while he was running with the bulls in Pamplona.
It was a mindless challenge he would put himself through; one which almost ended his life when gored by a raging bull that nearly tore his face off. He was lucky he still had his eye and the sharp, skewering horn only caught the skin of his jaw, not the meat, or he would have been horribly disfigured…a bull’s horn can go in like a corkscrew, tearing muscle, organs, and bone into shreds.
The two became especially close during his recovery and marriage was even discussed several years ago. However, they cancelled those plans when they realized their deranged sexual appetites were better suited to singles. They remained close however, as she was the female version of James. They loved to ‘entertain a guest’ together.
Lorraine and Miranda made up the rest of the ‘special group’. Professional women in their late forties, they found their way to James via an underground club in the Keys. Their dark sides were brought out when they were first introduced. James, being very charismatic, picked up on their appetites as soon as they shook hands.
He fucked them both that night, but that was after he humiliated and tormented them deliciously for hours. He found them to be captivatingly entertaining women.
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CHAPTER FIVE
With Barbie on the sofa being eaten, diddled, and driven wild by the two women having their way with her, Pam was on her own private cloud nine.
Dick, James, and Cashmere touched and stroked Pam leaving her in sensual torment. They helped her down to the large area rug and kept up the delicate touches, probing…she spread her legs wide and humped her hips wanting them to focus attention right there! Of course, they complied.
James kissed her nipples and nibbled a little too hard; she moaned in pain and tried to move, but Cashmere had pulled her arms tightly above her head. Dick was fingering her cunt hole, watching with greedy eyes as it oozed liquid. He stuck out his long tongue and lapped at it, tasting the sweetness.
James worked his way down from her tits to her quivering belly, fingers tickling ahead of his trailing tongue. He wanted to taste her. Dick moved aside and let James have her. He sat back and stroked his cock lazily as he watched James’s tongue plunge inside the sweet pussy.
Dick was a wealthy, very fat man with beady eyes, standing less than six feet tall. He loved torture. Whatever he could get away with, he would; he nearly killed a woman a few years ago by choking her during sex. He was indeed a little too energetic. He was also in attendance while a snuff film was being taped. He didn’t tell anyone in this circle about that incident, but he was very much into that scene.
Dick, whose real name was Conrad Wooten, lived not too far up the road from James. He had his own seaworthy yacht, Paper Tiger, a smaller vessel than Pleasure. He also had
a penchant for spending money on too many luxuries, quite familiar with ‘getting in over your head’.
At present, Conrad was behind in several mortgage payments on his ocean front mansion that just might have him looking for new digs. He needed extra money and quickly or he was going to go to extremes. Bad investment advice had sent him in a downward spiral.
He had already formulated a plan and lo and behold, James might have helped him unwittingly.
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Pam and Barbie were being taken to heights never before experienced in their sexual lives. They could not believe the pleasure that was being dealt.
About an hour later, the guests stopped pleasuring the two women and gathered about the salon bar, and started pouring more drinks. No one had even ventured into any of the bedrooms.
Barbie and Pam, each with their hair in disarray, looked at each other from across the room. What now? They transmitted with their eyes. These people were a little more than strange to say the least. However, each girl wanted more.
Feeling totally disregarded, Pam got up off the floor and headed for the bar, not caring she that was completely nude. That was a moot point at this moment. Barbie joined her. James and his pals drank fresh drinks, ignoring the women.
Finally, Pam asked, “What’s going on? Are you going to offer us anything? What is this all about?” She was confused. She had been brought to the brink of orgasm several times, but no happy ending!
No one spoke to them. Barbie took Pam by the arm and pulled her aside. They sat back down on the leather sofa.
“I can’t believe this,” whispered Barbie. “I want to cum so bad! This is the weirdest party I’ve ever been to…but I love it! I’ve never been so horny!”
“Me too,” replied Pam quietly. “My pussy can’t stop tingling.” She adjusted her mask a bit tighter. “What do you think they’ll do next? I want to get fucked…badly!”