What She Needs

by Lacey Alexander

  And then one of those small, feminine touches slid to her breast and she glanced to see Sasha skimming the back of her hand across Jenna’s hardened nipple through the chiffon. She wanted to be appalled—instead she was thrilled. Her breasts ached, needing affection, and it didn’t seem to matter where it came from at this point.

  When Jenna didn’t protest, Sasha lightly cupped her breast and stroked her thumb across the sensitive peak. Oh God—it felt different than when Brent or another guy touched her there; it was very clearly the touch of a woman. And it excited her to take pleasure in that, so much that she gushed with fresh moisture for Brent below.

  More, please more. She needed more of everything. She couldn’t ask for it—still, damn it—but she needed it badly.

  Soon Sasha caressed one of Jenna’s breasts while Barbie fondled the other, and finally, Sasha pulled aside the chiffon, sighing in delight. “So pretty,” she murmured, sweeping the other chiffon cup away as well.

  Below, Brent’s licks sliced through her wildly, and their eyes met over her bared breasts, and she saw in his gaze the fiery pleasure he took in what she was allowing to happen. It made her thrust harder against his mouth—hard, hard, hard—still taking in the gentle caresses the girls delivered to her tits, lightly touching, tenderly twirling her nipples between their fingers.

  And then, oh God, it struck—the wildest orgasm of her life. As Brent had promised, she screamed as it barreled through her. She pumped at his mouth and thrust her breasts upward, still hungering for more sexy touches. She shut her eyes and let every hot pulse assail her, infuse her being, make her forget everything but coming, coming, coming.

  And when finally it faded, she was ready to relax, recover—but before she could even process what had happened, Brent rose from between her thighs, his handsome face sticky from her juices, to say, “You did so fucking good, baby. Now get ready for more.”

  Chapter 6

  Oh Lord, more? Right now?

  And then it hit her—he was going to fuck her. With that big, hard cock that had been jutting through his pants like a missile through the entire fantasy. Thank God!

  “Sasha,” he said then, “come lick this sweet cunt, since I know you want another taste of it.”

  Just barely over her orgasm, Jenna’s body went numb. Sasha? He wanted Sasha to eat her? Moreover, he wanted her to let Sasha eat her? Enjoy Sasha eating her? Above her then, she saw Sasha lick her lips and cast Brent a naughty grin while Barbie hovered on the other side.

  Her eyes must have looked crazed, since Brent gazed down and lowered his voice in that commanding way. “Now you’re going to please your master by letting lovely Sasha go down on you.” Then, to her shock, he winked. “Who knows—you might like her tongue even better than mine.”

  Jenna said nothing, but sucked in her breath as Sasha and Brent quickly traded places, Sasha now on all fours between her parted thighs. Despite her orgasm, her pussy still pulsed, her heartbeat still pounding there. Barbie eased one arm around her shoulder and used her free hand to again lightly caress her breast. And—mmm, God—her cunt vibrated harshly; she was somehow truly excited again, that quickly.

  So when Sasha’s small tongue flicked over her clit, Jenna simply shuddered and sighed. Oh—oh, it felt good.

  Sasha’s next naughty lick was longer, like Brent’s, traveling all the way up through her pink flesh, then running in a heated little circle around her still-engorged clit.

  “That’s so hot,” Brent murmured, watching Sasha’s ministrations closely. Then he used both hands to reach between Jenna’s thighs and part the lips of her pussy even wider for Sasha’s next oh-so-deep lick.

  “Unh.” Jenna heard herself groan as the sensation snaked through her, and despite herself, she was aroused by it all—by the way Brent held her open, wanting her fully exposed; by Sasha’s eager, sensuous feasting; by the fact that now Barbie bent over her to massage her breasts, looking enraptured by her task.

  Soon, though, Sasha stopped delivering licks and instead sucked on Jenna’s swollen clit. Like before, with Brent, she couldn’t help thrusting as moans of delight echoed from her. Nothing happening here made sense—this couldn’t be her, this couldn’t be real, it was all too strange—but the onslaught of pleasure made her forget all that as she simply sank into it, soaking it up.

  As Sasha sucked her clit, Brent, now using only two fingers to part her pussy, dipped to lick her erect nipple. Barbie still squeezed and massaged both tits and it gave Brent the opportunity to draw Barbie’s index finger into his mouth as Jenna watched. Once it was wet, Barbie extracted it, using it to dampen Jenna’s other hard, pointed peak—after which she bent to lick it as well.

  Oh—oh God. Jenna sighed her pleasure—it was too much, literally coming at her from all angles. It felt as if her body floated on an ocean wave as she thrust in a smooth, even rhythm, undulating between Sasha’s mouth at her cunt and Brent’s and Barbie’s on her tits.

  The whole room seemed to moan with her—she sensed pleasure all around her. She lifted her arms above her head in sweet abandon and let herself simply feel it, simply take it, everything Brent wanted her to have. “Oh . . . oh,” she heard herself groan deeply. She couldn’t believe it, but just like last night, she was going to come again. From a woman’s mouth this time. It seemed impossible.

  But then the climax hit, shorter than the first—yet still harder, too. She didn’t hold back—she couldn’t, her pelvis jerking against Sasha’s mouth of its own accord. But Sasha held on through the whole orgasm, during which Jenna heard herself crying out, “God, yes—oh, yes!”

  When it passed and she opened her eyes, she spied Sasha between her legs, smiling lasciviously, then lowering a soft kiss near Jenna’s belly button, above the row of gold medallions still holding her harem skirt in place. Likewise, Barbie gently kissed the side of her breast, smiling sweetly. And Brent hovered next to her, whispering, “So fucking hot, my little slave girl.”

  Then his voice took on a slightly more ferocious quality. “Now I’m going to give your hungry little pussy the last thing it needs tonight. Do you know what that is?”

  With more boldness than she’d have believed she could show, she reached out and wrapped her hand around the thick column still poking at his pants. “This?”

  He growled lightly at the touch, then said, “Mmm, yes, slave girl—that.” Then he yanked open the front of the thin white pants with one hand and his big cock burst free.

  She gasped, and Barbie let out a hot sigh.

  Jenna wasn’t sure she’d ever wanted anything as much as she wanted that incredible appendage inside her right now, and she bit her lower lip in eager need.

  Within mere seconds, Brent and Sasha had switched positions again, and now it was Sasha who held Jenna’s pussy open with two hands—while Barbie reached boldly out, closed her fist around Brent’s cock, and guided it to Jenna’s opening.

  When the head pushed in, Jenna moaned, feeling the entry in her gut. Then he drove inward, to the hilt, and she cried out as he groaned. Oh God, he was big! But good—so, so good inside her.

  “How’s that cock feel, my little sex slave?”

  She could barely speak, so her words came out breathy. “Huge. Amazing. Like it fills every inch of me.”

  “It does,” he promised her. “Your pussy is fucking tight.”

  She drew in her breath as he began to move in her. Short, slow strokes at first that made them both let out heated sighs. Sasha caressed Jenna’s inner thigh as he fucked her, while Barbie moved behind her, soon reaching around beneath Jenna’s arms to resume fondling her tits.

  When Jenna’s eyes met Brent’s this time, he didn’t tell her to look anyplace else. In one sense, she could almost forget the other two girls were there, a part of their sex—but on the other hand, she stayed startlingly aware of their presence and excited to be sharing something so forbidden with Brent.

  Soon he thrust harder, plunging deep, as he bent forward to nibble her breast. Barbie aut
omatically lifted it for him, releasing Jenna’s other tit to run her fingers through Brent’s hair. While Sasha caressed Jenna’s hip with one hand, she used the other to caress Brent, his back, his leg, eventually even grabbing on to his ass.

  After a long while of kissing her welcoming tits, Brent rose back upright and resumed fucking her wildly. The girls still touched them both, heightening every sensation, and Jenna cried out at each body-wracking plunge. “So damn tight and wet,” he rasped, teeth clenched, and she lifted to meet the brutal ramming of his rock-hard erection. She heard his cock moving in her wetness—the slap, slap, slap into her female juices—and knew she must be more drenched than ever before.

  And just when she thought she’d felt everything there was to feel, she realized her clit was tingling hotly again—Sasha had reached down between her and Brent to rub it. Jenna’s every upward thrust met Sasha’s naughty touches as well as Brent’s length—until Jenna exploded into orgasm yet again!

  She screamed it out in earnest—there was no stopping her cries or holding them in. She screamed and screamed—until finally her body went so weak she feared she couldn’t move another muscle.

  And that’s when Brent said, “Aw, baby, I’m gonna come. Gonna come in your sweet pussy—hard.” His orgasmic strokes nearly lifted her from the pillows upon which she lay and she found herself reaching out, holding on to the cushions at her sides, trying to find purchase as he emptied into her.

  Oh God. Oh wow.

  Then he collapsed gently forward onto her body.

  Over his shoulder, she saw Sasha and Barbie exchange lusty looks, as if maybe they finally needed some pleasure of their own—which in fairness, she could easily understand. And then they were gone, just like that, and Jenna sensed the entire room quietly emptying of all but her and Brent.

  The fantasy was over. And she’d survived it.

  Except—oh God, she truly couldn’t fathom the things she’d done.

  She’d thought sex with Brent had felt like sex with a stranger—but it measured nothing compared to the things she’d done here tonight—or had done to her.

  And yet . . . she had responded. With orgasm after amazing orgasm. Three. Dear God. She hadn’t known she could do that. As she rested her head more deeply in the plush pillows, she couldn’t quite decide how she felt about it all.

  A long moment later, Brent rolled off her onto his side. He propped one fist beneath his head and rested his other hand on her stomach. It made her look down at her askew harem girl outfit, her breasts and pussy still on display. She felt brazen. But she liked the way his hand looked on her skin.

  “How are you?” he asked, gazing down.

  She tried to sort through it. “Aghast,” she finally replied.

  “Don’t be. It was a beautiful thing to watch and take part in.”

  She found herself shaking her head. “I’ve never . . . even thought about . . .”

  “Shhh,” he said. “Doesn’t matter. It felt good. For you, tonight, that’s all that counts. Accepting that it felt good. And that you’re still the same person and that there was nothing wrong with it—no one got hurt; it was all about mutual pleasure.”

  She took in his words—all were true. Her life would still go on. She was the same person she’d been before this.

  But . . . was she? Or hadn’t something intrinsic changed inside her tonight? The real question, she decided, was how she felt about that and how she dealt with it. With secret shame or . . . secret satisfaction.

  Brent opened his eyes to see Jenna in lovely disarray, curled against his body, her bare breasts pressed against his side.

  Jesus God, she’d aroused the hell out of him. Sure, he could credit some of it to the other girls—any facilitator at the Hotel Erotique was super hot—but he knew himself and his body, and he knew most of his excitement tonight had come from Jenna’s willingness. He’d always enjoyed watching girls together, but other girls who came here wanted what they were getting. To watch Jenna open herself to pleasure like that, to think of how far away that openness had been just a couple of days ago—shit, that was what had had his cock about to explode like a stick of dynamite.

  He liked this too much, being both a guide and facilitator at once. Or maybe it was having her within his command that was getting him so worked up. Usually when he was in this position, it was with a woman who liked being submissive and wanted to play out that fantasy. But with Jenna, he was making her submit. His dick hardened further just to think about that: her trust in him, the way she liked pleasing him.

  Of course, he couldn’t make her be this submissive for long. The ultimate goal was to give her sexual freedom, and taking her through a light domination/submission process was only a means to an end.

  And maybe that was why—when she opened her eyes, looking so fucking . . . ready to give, ready to submit some more—he left behind his plans, his scripted fantasies for her, and did something totally, completely selfish.

  Or . . . maybe it wasn’t a hundred percent just for him. Maybe it was simply the next step in her journey. Maybe he was just taking a cue from her that would pleasure them both.

  Either way, nothing could have stopped him in that moment. Right now, he wanted what he wanted. To dominate some more. He’d made her take tonight—now he wanted to make her give.

  So when she gazed up at him so pretty and open and innocent, he took her face in his hands and said, unsmiling, voice low, “Suck my cock, slave girl.”

  It stiffened him almost painfully when sweet Jenna didn’t even hesitate. She simply moved down his body until she reached his already erect shaft, gently closing her hand around it. He sighed, drew in his breath. God, he really wanted this, really wanted to see and feel her mouth on him. “That’s right,” he urged softly. “Suck it.”

  And . . . mmm, that’s what she did, sinking her warm mouth over the tip of his cock, then taking him farther, deeper, soon beginning to slide her lips up and down his rigid length.

  He watched her, felt the power of her affections moving through him, and . . . fuck. What the hell was he feeling? Something too . . . tender, too soft. He ran his hands through her hair, felt the slow passion inside her as she found a steady rhythm, heard himself whispering, “So good, baby. So good.”

  Such sweetness wasn’t what he’d intended when he’d told her to suck him—but something about her pulled at his heart. Even during the harem fantasy, there’d been moments when he’d let himself feel more gentle than he’d intended—and of course, he knew, again, this was exactly why guides never fucked their own guests. But you’re in this now, and you’ll just have to work it out, that’s all.

  As she sucked him some more, he remembered again how incredibly hot and beautiful she’d been with the other girls, all of them in their chiffon costumes looking like any man’s dream come true. She was beginning to change, his Little Miss Sunshine, beginning to let go of her old sexual ideas. Even though they had a long road ahead, she was already experiencing things, because of him, that she never would have otherwise. And that made him feel powerful.

  So when she looked up, her mouth stretched obscenely around the circumference of his thick shaft but her eyes still remarkably innocent, giving—hell, it pushed him over the edge in a way he hadn’t seen coming. “Oh God, Jenna,” he moaned, then did his best to physically lift her from his cock without being forceful—he didn’t want to come in her mouth; he didn’t think she could take that and it wasn’t important to him.

  “What?” she asked, looking worried.

  “I’m gonna come,” he growled. “Push your tits together for me.”

  Again, without hesitation, she did it.

  And he took his throbbing cock in hand and helped himself the last bit of the way there, then groaned his pleasure as his hot semen shot onto her pretty breasts in three intense bursts.

  She was breathing hard, looking down at her come-spattered tits as well, and it dawned on him that maybe—probably—no one had ever ejaculated with her like t
his before and she likely thought it was kinky as hell, like everything else he did with her. Releasing his dick, he cupped her breasts in his palms and said, “They look amazing this way.”

  “They do?” All innocence.

  He simply nodded. “Hot. Dirty. It turns me on sometimes to come like that.” Then he met her gaze. “And it would turn me on even more to watch you rub it in.”

  She sucked in her breath. And he almost thought of rescinding the request—this wasn’t part of the plan, after all, and she surely needed some downtime, some safe time, without his sexual demands.

  But he didn’t. Because even if it wasn’t part of the original strategy, this was no time to start letting her make choices or feel less submissive to him—it was too early for that and could cause her to regress.

  So he simply looked at her, prodding her with his eyes.

  And she slowly reached up and used both hands to gingerly massage his semen into her skin. It practically gave him another hard-on already to see her chest, tits, wet and shiny with his juices. “Sleep with it that way, me on you,” he told her.

  Again, she visibly pulled in her breath—but he said no more, growing quickly drowsy again. His eyes fell shut, yet that naughty vision of Jenna wet with his come stayed in his mind as he slept.

  He awoke the next morning still in the harem room, still with Jenna cuddled against him. Damn, he must have been more tired than he’d thought. He guessed when the cleanup crew had peeked in to find them still there, they’d gone away, and he was glad. In all the evenings he’d spent in the sheik role, this was the first time he’d woken up the next day still amid the scattered pillows with a sexy harem girl in his arms.

  “Morning,” she said, those blue eyes easing open.

  “Morning,” he returned, trying not to put any particular emotion in his voice.

  But then her arms looped around his neck and she proceeded to kiss him, and just like in the schoolroom, he couldn’t resist. So he kissed her back for a long, hot, pleasant minute, even lifting his palm to cradle one bare breast—but when the kisses ended and she smiled into his eyes, he knew he had to put a stop to this. Because she was looking sort of . . . romantic. And in some other setting, some other world, he might have been inclined to do the same, but he had to snap out of it. He was her guide, her tutor. That was it.