Made For Sex (46 page)

“And,” Steve said to two of the men in the audience, “maybe you'd better distract her while Gerry works.”

Fran watched as Gerry picked up a pair of scissors and clipped all her pubic hairs very short. As he reached for a can of shaving foam, she felt men approach her from both sides, fastening mouths on her erect nipples. The sucking and biting filled her mind, so she barely felt Gerry soap and quickly dispose of all her pussy hair. “She's getting really juicy,” Gerry said, laughing from between her legs. “It's difficult not to slip.”

There was the sound of a slap and someone barked, “You forget your place.”

“I'm so sorry, Master,” Gerry said, and Fran felt the soap wiped from her skin while the mouths remained fastened on her breasts. Warm water trickled over her cunt. “Lick it dry, Gerry,” a voice said, and Fran felt a tongue on her
now
-hairless mound.

She should be humiliated, with men sucking and licking at her while others watched, a few making ribald comments. Yet the pleasure was overwhelming, leaving no room for negative feelings.

“All right, everyone,” Steve said. “I don't want her to come yet, so you'd better stop.”

The mouths were gone.

“Get the mirror so she can see what a shameless slut she is,” he said. Someone positioned a full-length mirror so Fran could see herself. The sight that greeted her made her gasp. Her pussy, framed by her white stockings, was naked, pink and glistening with her own wetness. Her breasts were swollen, the nipples damp and erect. Her hair was wild around her face. She was a bitch in heat, startled at the obvious extent of her own hunger.

“Stand up, slut.”

She stood.

“Let's see just how much of a slut you are.” He opened the front of his leather pants and pulled out his erect cock. “I'm too hot to have the necessary patience so get on your knees and suck me off.”

She quickly knelt down and took his cock into her mouth. She fondled his balls and used her nails on the underside of his shaft. Almost immediately she felt his ass muscles tighten. She reached around and cupped his cheeks as she created a strong vacuum and pulled back, holding his cock in her mouth with the force of her sucking.

With her nails digging into his ass cheeks, he came in her mouth with a roar. Only a few drops of his come escaped her lips.

“You're losing your stamina,” a voice called.

“Yeah, Steve. You wouldn't have lasted two minutes in the contest.”

“Not with a talented little cocksucker like this working on my dick,” he said, laughing. “Now I'll be able to wait until later to fuck her brains out.” He tucked his now-flaccid cock back into his pants.

“Test her submission,” someone said.

“Yes, test her.”

“I can test her, Master.” The voice was Deirdre's.

“Did you speak without my permission?” Steve said to her.

Deirdre's gaze dropped to the carpet. “I'm sincerely sorry, Sir Steve,” she said, kneeling at his feet and hugging his legs. He pushed her away and she sat on the floor beside him.

“Slips like that usually merit punishment, but I'm feeling lenient,” Steve said, reaching down and pinching Deirdre's nipple. “And just remember that she's not anyone for you to worry about.” He stroked her cheek. “You will always be mine. She's only a diversion for this evening.” He tipped her face up and kissed her on the lips. “Always mine, my love.”

Fran watched Deirdre's face light up. It must be difficult, Fran thought, to be as obviously in love as Deirdre was, yet watch Steve play with another woman. But she was also delighted at his consideration of Deirdre's feelings.

“Have you ever been with a woman, Nicki?” Steve asked.

Fran swallowed hard. “No, Sir Steve.”

“Then that's a good test. Stand up.” He motioned to Deirdre. “You too.”

The two women stood, facing each other. “Now hold each other, and rub your tits together. Deirdre, you know what I like to see.” He reached over and cupped the woman's breasts, lifting them out of the cups of the teddy. Her large almost-purple nipples were fully erect.

Deirdre wrapped her arms around Fran's waist. Since she was several inches taller, her large breasts rubbed the tops of Fran's naked tits. Fran inhaled Deirdre's soft fragrance and smelled the scent of their combined lust. She placed her face close to the other woman's neck and whispered, “This is only for tonight. I promise I'll never see him again.” She paused, then added, “He's obviously in love with you.”

Deirdre leaned down and pressed her lips to Fran's. “Truly?” she purred within the embrace. “You really think so?”

“Yes,” Fran said truthfully.

Deirdre smiled as her tongue licked along the joining of Fran's lips, inviting them to part. The kiss was gentle, almost loving and, when Fran's lips parted the kiss deepened. She was kissing a woman like a lover, Fran realized. It was very confusing.

“Nicki, I want you to lick Deirdre's tits so we all can watch.”

“But Sir Steve,” Fran said, “I don't know how.”

“Of course you do. You like it when men suck your tits, so just do what you enjoy. Does it embarrass you?”

Fran looked at the floor. “Yes, Sir Steve, it does.”

His grin was wide and genuine. “Good. Do as you're told.”

Fran took a deep breath, then lowered her mouth to one of Deirdre's large breasts. Tentatively, she licked the erect nipple. Deirdre must have put scent between her breasts because when Fran inhaled she smelled a soft, flowery aroma.

“Come on, Nicki. You must enjoy having your tits sucked better than that. Stop. Let Deirdre show you.” Steve pulled out an overstuffed chair. “Sit down, Nicki.”

Fran walked to the chair, marveling at the slutty feeling of her shaved pussy. She sat on the chair. “Now lean back and spread your legs.” She obeyed. “Now, Deirdre, show her how to suck titty.”

Deirdre knelt between Fran's spread thighs and fondled her breasts. She pinched her nipples and Fran was surprised at how easily she became more aroused. She watched Deirdre's long red fingernails flick over her buds and knead the flesh of her tiny breasts. Then Deirdre's mouth fastened on her right nipple.

Somewhere in her mind, Fran accepted that this was a woman laving, sucking, biting her, and it felt wonderful. It was a hot, hungry mouth and whether it was a man or woman mattered less and less as excitement coursed through her. The mouth moved to her other nipple and, while the mouth sucked, fingers pinched and pulled. Fran moved her hips trying to ease the ache between her legs. Touch me, rub me, she thought, but she knew enough about Sir Steve to say nothing.

“Oh that's so hot to watch,” a voice said. “I love to see two lezzies sucking tit.”

Not lesbians, Fran thought. Just seekers of pleasure. She cupped the back of Deirdre's head and held the woman's face against her.

“Now switch places and let's see what Nicki's learned.”

Quickly Deirdre settled in the chair and Fran knelt between her knees. The breasts she gazed at were full and so much larger than hers. She touched, lifted and held the flesh, so soft and full in her hands. She leaned over and tentatively licked one brown nipple and, as she blew on the wet skin, she watched the bud contract and tighten. With increasing confidence she sucked the turgid tip into her mouth and flicked her tongue over it.

As she felt Deirdre move beneath her mouth, she bit down on the tip, holding it with her teeth and pulling backward. She heard the woman groan so she bit just a little harder. Nails scratched down her back and held her shoulders. She moved to the other nipple and repeated her actions. God, she thought as Deirdre moaned, it was good to be able to give this much pleasure, to a man or a woman.

“I would love to watch this more,” Steve said, “but I have other plans.” He grabbed Fran's shoulder and pulled her back onto her haunches.

“But it's so lovely to watch,” someone said. Fran looked over and saw a small man with thick glasses, with a woman openly fondling his cock.

“Paul,” Steve said, “will you lend me Maddy so she can tend to Deirdre's pleasure? That way you all can continue to watch and I can play with my little toy.”

Paul chuckled and gave Maddy, his slave, some hasty instructions. While the two women made themselves comfortable in the chair, Steve told Fran to kneel on the table. She complied, placing her knees and elbows on the pillows a tall man provided.

“Gentlemen,” he said to the audience, “you might be interested in helping me. This little lovely has never had her ass penetrated and I intend to take that particular cherry this evening. I want her really hot.”

“I'll donate Jose,” a woman said. “Use him as you want.”

“And I'll give you Bill.”

Steve quickly told the two men what he wanted and the two moved to opposite sides of the table. Each man placed his head beneath Fran's chest and took a tightly hanging breast in his mouth. Two mouths. It was heaven. Then a hand was playing with her pussy, rubbing over the now-smooth skin. “She's very wet and slippery, but not hot enough yet. Maybe she needs a mouth on her cunt.”

“Oh let me,” a female voice said. Fran shuddered as a talented mouth found her clit. Now she had three mouths sucking, licking, playing with her body, driving her higher. Her thighs trembled and she could barely keep her balance on her knees.

“Is she close?” Steve asked.

“A few more moments,” the female voice said, then her tongue thrust into Fran's channel. In and out, the tongue fucked her.

“She's really hot,” the woman said again, “and I can keep her just at the edge of climax until you're ready.”

“Good. Do that. But there will be hell to pay if you make her come.”

A female chuckle. “No problem.”

“Nicki, raise your head and watch what I'm doing.” Fran looked up and saw that Steve was covering his cock with a condom, then adding a large handful of lubricant. “I'm going to fuck your ass. I will be gentle, but it's going to hurt momentarily.” His voice softened and dropped. “Trust me.”

She nodded almost imperceptibly. Then Steve moved behind her, the three mouths still working on her body. She felt something cold and slippery being rubbed on her ass. How was he doing that while the woman's mouth still sucked on her clit?

Then a finger began to invade her ass. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling just a fullness and a stretching. “Oh,” Steve groaned, “so tight.”

The finger slowly massaged her rear passage, reaching deep into her, then withdrawing. Again and again the finger invaded, then it was joined by a second one. She was stretched and it hurt, but somehow the pain wasn't spoiling her pleasure. Rather it was adding to it, dividing her brain between her breasts, her clit and her ass.

“It's time, my dear. What you're going to feel now is my cock.”

The fingers were removed and replaced with a larger force pressing against her ass. Never, she thought. It will never fit.

Slowly the tip slid in and held still just inside her rear passage. It hurt a lot, but then suddenly something in her body released and the pain eased. She was filled. So filled. The invading cock slowly penetrated more deeply.

“Oh God,” Steve moaned. “Such a tight, hot ass.” He pumped a few times, then held still deep inside her. “I want to feel her come,” he said.

The mouth moved from her pussy and fingers lightly pinched her clit. Then several fingers, Fran had no idea whose, filled her cunt. She could hold back no longer. With several fingers fucking her cunt and her ass filled with Steve's cock, she came, wave after wave of orgasm rocking her. “God, oh God,” Steve cried. With a few sudden thrusts he came as well.

The men at her breasts moved away and she collapsed onto the table and curled into a ball, trying to recover from the most violent orgasm of her life. Someone covered her with a light blanket and she drifted for a long time.

“I would love for you to stay with me, but I think you might be ready to go home,” Steve whispered in her ear sometime later.

What had happened had left her drained and she had really, for what might be the first time in her life, had enough sex. “Yes,” she admitted, “It's time for me to leave.”

Steve helped her dress, then got their coats, called a car service and silently rode back with her to her building. As the limo pulled to a stop, he said, “I hope it was as wonderful for you as it was for me. I would love to get together again.”

Fran looked at him. This had been fun for an evening, but that was all. This lifestyle wasn't for her. “It was wonderful. I enjoyed every minute of it. But this was a one time thing. At least for right now.”

“I was afraid so. I was just hoping.”

“And anyway, Deirdre's the woman you want.”

“I know. But diversion is fun occasionally, and if you ever change your mind, Carla knows how to reach me.”

Without asking, she cupped his chin and kissed him firmly on the mouth, an indication of the fact that she was no longer his slave. “Good night, Sir Steve.”