Made For Sex (15 page)

Suddenly, Dean turned off the camera. “I just realized that we're missing a great opportunity here,” he said. “Anyone see a TV?”

Seeing none, Carla said, “There must be one. Maybe it's in that wall unit. Why?”

Without comment, Dean found the large-screen TV and connected some wires from the camera to the back. “Now watch. Nicky, suck her nipple again.” As Dean started the camera, the picture of Nicky's mouth appeared on the screen.

“Oh God,” Carla said. “That's wild.”

“Right. You get to star in your own X-rated movie and watch it at the same time. Nicky, feel up her breasts so she can watch your hands massage her.”

Carla found it amazingly exciting, feeling Nicky's hands on her body and watching it happen on the screen at the same time. “Okay, take the bra off.” Nicky unclasped the bra and dropped it on the floor. There, in full color, were her breasts, with Nicky's dark-skinned hands covering them. “Suck and bite them. Lick them until the nipples are real tight.”

Nicky's mouth covered Carla's breasts, softly pulling them to tight peaks. Carla watched the TV screen as Dean moved the camera around, getting different angles of Nicky's mouth and Carla's breasts.

“Cut.” Carla smiled as she sensed Nicky's reluctance to stop what they were doing.

“Take the rest of your clothes off, Carla,” Dean said, “so I can get some shots of your sweet pussy.” She pulled off her jeans and panties and stretched out on the bed, with Nicky beside her. “Now, Nicky, get her wet.” He turned his back to adjust his video.

Nicky ran his hand up the inside of Carla's thigh and tentatively touched her lips. “She's already soaked,” he said, surprised.

“You make me horny,” Carla whispered. She reached down and squeezed the ridge of hot flesh that pressed upward against his belly beneath his jeans. She winked. “You seem to be horny too.”

Dean turned the camera back on and focused the lens on Carla's breast. “Spread her legs, Nicky. I want to see your hand on her pussy.” The camera panned slowly down her ribs and belly until her cunt filled the screen.

Carla turned and looked at the TV. She had never seen herself like this, open and waiting, ready to be filled, with Nicky's dark, blunt fingers playing idly with her pussy hair. It sent a jolt of pleasure shooting into her depths. She saw Nicky's fingers slide toward her swollen lips and, when he touched her, she could both feel it and see it. It was the most intense sensation she could remember.

Without being told, Nicky pulled off his clothes while the camera watched. His erection was rigid and thick, jutting from a nest of black hair in his groin. Carla smiled. Arousal was no longer a worry for him. She reached out and wrapped her hand around the engorged organ and pulled it until Nicky was sitting on the bed beside her. She turned so her ass was in the air and her head was in his lap.

“I'm going to make you come,” she said softly. “And you're going to watch. Look at yourself.”

Nicky stared at the TV screen and watched Carla's mouth on his cock. He was both feeling and watching a beautiful woman kissing the head of his cock, then pursing her lips and sucking him into her waiting mouth. He closed his eyes and reveled in the sensations.

When Nicky started to lose control, Carla wrapped her fingers around the base of his erection and squeezed his cock and balls tightly, preventing him from climaxing. She wanted Dean to have great pictures, ones that Nicky would be proud of. Higher and higher Carla forced Nicky, her head bobbing in his lap, sucking his cock yet keeping him from coming.

Finally she looked at the camera and said, “Every good porno flick has a come shot and Nicky's going to be the star of this one.” She breathed hot air on the end of his cock while she grasped the shaft with one hand and kept the fingers of the other around the base. “Are you going to watch your own climax?” she asked Nicky.

Dean panned to his friend's face and watched as Nicky's eyes opened and stared at the screen. The camera returned to his cock, covered by Carla's hands. “Watch, baby,” she said. “Watch your cock as you shoot beautiful come on my tits.” She licked the length of his erection, making the hard shaft shiny and wet. She rubbed just a bit more, then, as his semen boiled from his balls, she released her hold on the base of his cock and moved so his come spurted on her breasts. The camera recorded as thick gobs of goo covered her large tits.

“Shit, Nicky,” Dean said as semen erupted from Nicky's cock. “I didn't know you were such a stud. Maybe we should show this to the guys.” Finally, Nicky collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.

By the time Carla returned from the shower, fully dressed, Dean had returned all the camera equipment to the cases and Nicky was dressed. “We're going to watch the tape,” Dean said. “Are you going to stay?”

“No, I don't think so. I already know how it ends.”

While Dean fiddled with the VCR, Nicky walked Carla to the door of the suite. “Thanks,” he said. “I doubt that Dean will be able to keep that film to himself and now I'll get some kind of reputation with our friends. I hope you don't mind if your face shows a bit.”

“Not at all, as long as it's just your friends. After all, a stud like you should be able to show off a little.”

As Nicky watched Carla walk toward the elevator, he said, “Hey Carla, thanks again.”

Dennis Stanton was an old friend of Ronnie's and they had spent many enjoyable evenings together. Tonight, however, he had something very unusual in mind and since the evening's entertainment wasn't exactly her taste, Ronnie had suggested that he call Carla. When Carla heard about the engagement, and, of course, the fee, she agreed quickly.

A stretch limo arrived in front of the brownstone at exactly eight o'clock. Dennis helped Carla inside. A man of about fifty, Dennis had deep chocolate-brown eyes and dark hair with wings of silver at the temples. He wore a magnificently tailored midnight-blue tuxedo with a matching tie and cummerbund.

“It's nice to meet you,” Dennis said softly, sliding the partition window up to prevent the limo driver from overhearing. “It's a short drive to where we're going, so let me get right to the point. Ronnie said she told you what I want.”

“She did, but explain again. I want to be sure I understand everything.”

“I belong to a sort of unofficial sex club. There are about twenty of us, all men, some married, some not. Once a month we get together and indulge our shared passions. Some men bring women, paid or otherwise, and some don't. The women, of course, must be of a particular type.”

“I know. Submissive.”

“Exactly. And if you know Ronnie, you know that that's not her.”

Carla smiled and nodded. She couldn't picture Ronnie bowing her head and submitting meekly while men used her body. To Carla, however, it sounded irresistible.

“Anyway,” Dennis continued, “I've never brought a woman to one of our partices…until tonight. If you're willing, of course.”

“I am, as long as condoms and safe words are agreed to in advance.”

“They are,” Dennis said. “No whips or anything like that, except with the permission of the woman involved. The word ‘Yellow' is a temporary safe word, in case you want to stop things for a minute, say if you're cold or your foot's asleep. ‘Red' is an absolute stop and anyone disregarding it is asked to leave our club and is not allowed back.” His soft smile made him look a bit like Cary Grant. “Every member values membership too much to risk banishment so should you say so, everything stops. Is that all right with you?”

Carla took a deep breath and nodded. It was hard to reconcile Dennis's handsome, open expression with the dark nature of the evening's entertainment, but as she thought about the sex party she was about to attend, she shivered.

“Good. From now on you will follow my directions without question. You will keep your eyes downcast and speak only when spoken to. Do you agree?”

Carla started to answer, then decided to begin her part immediately. She looked at the floor of the limo and nodded.

“Good girl,” Dennis said. “Are you wearing the clothes I sent you?” When she nodded, he said, “Then take off your dress.”

Quickly, Carla pulled off her navy knit dress. Beneath it she wore a tight, crotchless, dark blue satin teddy with openings at the front of each breast so her nipples were exposed. Old-fashioned dark blue-and-white lace garters held up her blue net stockings and she wore very high-heeled blue satin pumps. She placed her dress on the seat beside her, folded her hands in her lap, and stared at Dennis's shoes.

“Very nice,” Dennis said, staring at her scantily dressed body. “Your clothes will be here waiting for you when we return.” He looked her over carefully then continued, “You really are gorgeous and you seem to have the proper attitude.” He pinched one of Carla's nipples hard and, although she winced slightly, she didn't make a sound or look up. “Yes indeed,” Dennis said. “I will be proud to present you to my friends.”

She knew it was silly but Carla found she was pleased that he thought her worthy of the evening's entertainment. “Now,” Dennis said, “a few additions.” He buckled a leather cuff with a large metal ring attached around each of Carla's wrists and ankles. A slightly narrower cuff went around her neck and Dennis turned it so the ring was in the back. He attached a short chain to the ring and let it fall, cold and heavy, down her back between her shoulder blades to her waist. “Now,” he said, “remember ‘Red' is the safe word.” He took a small padlock from his pocket, drew her arms behind her back, and locked the rings on her wrist cuffs to the end of the chain. Carla wasn't in any physical discomfort, but, with her arms secured behind her she was awkward and off balance.

“Good,” Dennis said, as the car pulled to a stop. He buttoned a long, full-length, royal blue evening cape around Carla's shoulders and, as the chauffeur held the door, they got out. Carla quickly realized that despite her immobilization, to a bystander she looked like any woman might, going to a formal function.

Her head lowered, she moved her eyes from side to side and realized that they were entering the lobby of a very exclusive hotel, although she wasn't sure which one. They entered the ‘Penthouses Only' elevator. Dennis said, “Only members and their ladies will be permitted up here. We've taken the entire floor for the evening.”

The elevator doors swept open onto a small vestibule. Her eyes on the carpet, Carla followed Dennis through the only open door into a large living room.

“Ah, Dennis,” a man said. “I see that you've brought a young lady for us. Wonderful.”

Something about the gathering made Carla shiver with expectation. Although she'd read about them in magazines, she'd never believed that clubs like this really existed.

“Gentlemen,” a man said, tapping a tiny hammer on a miniature gong, “now that everyone's here, the meeting will come to order. Bring the women forward.”

Dennis propelled Carla to the center of the room where she stood, eyes downcast, with two others. One woman was a statuesque blonde with light blue eyes and dark red lips and the other a petite black woman with very short fluffy hair and skin the color of taffy. The women were dressed in capes similar to Carla's, each in a different color. Carla looked around as best she could without raising her eyes and estimated there were about a dozen men, of varying ages and physical types, all in formal attire.

“Do the women know the correct forms of address?” the leader asked. He was of Mediterranean origin, with very dark hair and eyes and olive skin.

“Not mine, sir,” Dennis said. “I felt it was your place to instruct her.”

“Ladies,” the leader said. “For tonight I will be your king and you will address me as ‘your majesty' or ‘sire.'”

“Yes, your majesty,” Carla said. She heard the other women say the same thing.

“All the other men will be addressed as ‘my lord.'”

“Yes, sire.”

“Obedience is your most important function. You will follow the orders of any man here, without question. The safe words are ‘Red' and ‘Yellow.' Have these been explained?”

Carla heard voices assuring the leader that the women had been told. “You understand that you must use these words if you feel any discomfort, either physical or mental. I emphasize the word must. If we find that you've been too polite to use the safe words when you should have, then everything will stop and you'll be escorted home. And that would be a shame.”

“Yes, sire,” Carla said.

“Now, will the gentlemen who brought our gifts for the evening please unwrap them.” With a flourish, the capes were pulled from the three women's shoulders. Carla could see that the other women were cuffed and chained the same way she was and dressed in teddies, stockings, and shoes that matched their capes.

The leader started with the blonde, whose cape and teddy were a soft rose. “Vivian,” he said, “you're as beautiful as ever.” The leader raised his right arm and slapped her hard on her naked ass.

“Thank you, sire,” she said, a small smile playing around the corners of her mouth.