Made For Sex (16 page)

“For the two new men here tonight,” the leader said, “let me explain that Vivian likes her pleasure a little rough. Sometimes she deliberately disobeys commands and must be disciplined. Those who enjoy that type of play may want to stay with her for the evening.”

He moved to the tiny black woman. “Shanna,” he said, “we haven't seen you for quite a while. And I see that you've cut your hair.”

“Yes, sire. I sincerely hope you approve.”

He tangled his fingers in her short fluff, dragged her head back, and kissed her hard. “I do,” he said finally. “Down.” Shanna clumsily fell to her knees despite her chains and pressed her forehead against the leader's shoe. “As you see, Shanna is very well trained and will gladly do whatever she's told to. We are all happy to have her back with us this evening.”

He turned to Dennis. “This one is new. Thank you for bringing her.” To Carla he said, “Do you have a name?”

Carla looked at Dennis from the corner of her eye and when he nodded, she said, “Carla.”

“Carla what?”

She knew he wasn't asking for her last name. Softly, without lifting her eyes, she said, “Carla, sire.”

“Very good. Very good indeed.” He turned to the men gathered around. “Blindfold them.”

Someone tied a soft cloth firmly around Carla's head. She heard the rustling and shuffling of people moving around, and the hum of lowered voices. Suddenly someone pinched her left nipple, which was proudly standing out through the opening in the front of her teddy. She gasped, but didn't move. “Nice,” a voice said. Then several hands slid over her breasts, legs, and buttocks, the sensations heightened by Carla's lack of sight. “Very nice,” another voice said.

Carla recognized the leader's voice. “Mark, I assume that you and Harry want to take Shanna.” There was a pause, then he continued, “Good. Take her into room two. Paul, take Vivian across the hall.”

“Thank you,” a man's voice answered.

“I want to break in our newest guest myself,” the leader said. “The rest of you,” he laughed, “pick your pleasure. You have three lovely ladies from which to choose.”

Carla was flattered at having been chosen by the leader. She had no idea how many other men were in the room. Someone thrust one finger between her legs. “She's very wet,” a man said.

“Wonderful,” the leader said. “She's a lovely piece, Dennis. You've done an excellent job.”

“Thank you. Shall I undress her for you?”

The leader must have nodded because someone loosened the laces of the teddy and the garment fell from her body. Hands were everywhere, probing, stroking.

“She has the most fantastic boobs,” a voice said. “May I have them?”

“I see no reason why not, Chet. Prepare her.” Carla's hands were unlocked and a belt was buckled tightly around her waist. Her wrist cuffs were refastened above her elbows and then attached to rings at the sides of the belt. Her upper arms were now efficiently attached to her sides, leaving her lower arms free. Then she was pressed down until she was lying faceup on a pad on the floor. Someone quickly spread her legs and fastened her ankle cuffs so she was held wide open. Hands checked to be sure that her blindfold was still in place.

“Thank you,” the man called Chet said. Chet straddled her waist and squeezed her full breasts. “These are so big and full,” he whispered. “I must have them.” Hands rubbed something cool and slick all over her chest.

“Chet's in heaven,” a voice said.

“If he's not careful he'll come before he's even started,” the leader said, laughing.

“A hundred says he'll come in under two minutes.” Carla heard a mix of voices.

“Hold them,” Chat said, oblivious to what was going on around him. He grabbed Carla's wrists and pressed her hands against the sides of her breasts. “I said hold them!”

Carla had no idea what he wanted, but held her mounds the way Chet's hands showed her. Suddenly, she felt Chet's hard cock thrusting between her tits. He was fucking her breasts, driving his cock so hard that on each stroke it pressed against her chin. Now that she understood, Carla held her breasts tightly together, making a narrow channel for Chet's hard cock. He bucked against her breasts until he screamed and spurts of come covered Carla's chin and chest.

“One minute, forty-two seconds.” There was a round of applause.

Almost immediately, Chet was lifted from Carla's body and damp cloths wiped over her chest and face. “You have great tits for fucking,” the leader said. “How's your mouth?”

“I hope I am worthy, sire,” Carla said, licking her lips.

“Open for me,” he roared. When she did, he filled her mouth with his erection, pressing it all the way into her throat. The velvety length slid in and out of her mouth. She sheathed her teeth with her lips and tightened around his shaft.

“He'll come even faster than Chet,” a voice said.

“Squeeze my balls, bitch,” the leader snapped, and Carla did as she was instructed, tonguing and sucking until the leader came. She eagerly swallowed every drop.

“My Lord, she's a great little cocksucker,” the leader said when he regained his voice. He rubbed her wet pussy. “And she's loving it all.” Low voices said things that Carla couldn't quite hear. Then she heard the leader's voice. “Dennis. Since you brought her, you may play first.”

Play?

“If you have no objections,” Dennis said, releasing her arms, “I'd like to remove her blindfold.”

“If you like.” When the cloth was removed from her eyes, Carla blinked several times, then glanced around the room from where she lay on the pad. Her ankles were being held open by two men who sat so they had a full view of her wide-open pussy. Another man sat on a chair, intently watching her face. The leader lay near her hip, his head propped on his hand. She couldn't see Dennis until he walked around to her other side, something in his hand.

“Carla, darling,” he said. “I have some toys for us to play with.” Dennis opened a large black-and-red lacquered box and showed Carla the contents. Inside, a collection of dildos was arranged according to size. The smallest was about as slender as her pinky, the largest almost two inches around. “Let's see how much you can take.” He inserted three fingers into her wet pussy, then selected the next to the largest dildo.

It looked too big to ever fit inside her, but as Dennis slid it into her waiting body Carla realized that she was filled completely. “Yes, that's just right.”

Carla swallowed hard, trying not to lose control in front of all these men. She saw Dennis select a dildo about the size of his thumb from the other end of the collection. “How's your ass?” he asked.

“Virginal,” was the only answer she could think of.

“Fantastic,” the leader said. “Dennis, you're a lucky man.”

As Dennis spread some lubricant on the dildo two men slid Carla's body forward so her knees were bent. One of the men rubbed cold, slippery gel around her rear hole, then Dennis pushed in the slender dildo until the flange at the base rested against her cheeks. Another man pulled a thin piece of fabric mesh from the belt in the back, and stretched it between her cheeks and across both dildos to anchor them securely in place. The mesh snapped to connectors at the front of the belt.

“How do you feel? Tell us, Carla.”

“Strange. Filled, yet empty. Wanting….”

“Ah, Dennis,” the leader said. “A gem.” There was a round of quiet applause, either for her or for Dennis.

Dennis reached into the box and pulled out a pencil-shaped rod. Suddenly, a humming sound filled the room and, as Carla watched, Dennis knelt on a pillow and inserted the wand through the mesh and into the dildo in her cunt. Shafts of pure pleasure coursed through her body and her hips bucked as much as her shackled ankles would permit. “Ahhh,” she cried.

Dennis moved the dildo so the pulses touched every inside part of her. As one dildo pressed against the other, the vibrations flowed from her cunt to her ass. Dennis withdrew the rod, then slid the vibrating tip around her pussy, through her soaked folds. “Watch her,” he said, “as I make her come.”

“We will,” the leader said. “I love it when a woman loses control.”

Watch her come? It was humiliating, but erotic. She closed her eyes. “No,” Dennis said. “Watch us as we watch you. I command your body and I can make you come whenever I want. All these men will be watching you and they'll know exactly when you lose control.”

One man unzipped his pants, took his erect cock in his hand, and fondled his straining shaft. He caught Carla's eye and grinned, licking his lips.

“Are you ready, gentlemen?” Dennis asked.

“Ready, Dennis.”

“Good. Carla, I'm going to make you come now, and you have no choice. We're all going to watch your hips buck and see your face as your climax fills your body. We will all know that you cannot resist.”

Oh God, Carla thought. She was so hot that her entire body was quaking. Although it didn't feel right to want to be so controlled, she knew that he was right. She would come and Dennis knew it.

Dennis fitted the vibrator into the dildo in her ass and slowly moved it in deeper. “Now, Carla. Come for us.” He rubbed her clit. “Keep your eyes open and watch these men come as they see you lose control.”

She couldn't help it. She screamed as one of the strongest orgasms she had ever experienced took over her entire body.

“Oh fuck,” a voice yelled. Carla looked up at the man stroking his cock and saw semen spurt from the tip and spatter on his hand and his pants legs.

Dennis turned the vibrator off, but left it inside Carla's body. He pulled down his pants and shorts and threw them on the bed. “Touch your pussy and make your hand wet.” Carla did and Dennis took her slippery hand and placed it on his cock. “Hold your hand still so I can fuck it. Do it for me, Carla.”

She held his cock in her hand and squeezed. Dennis moved his hips, forcing his erection through her tight fingers. Although she didn't move her hand, she tensed her fingers in rhythm, milking the come from his cock. “Oh that's so good,” he said, groaning. “But it's too fast.” Carla enjoyed rushing him, forcing him to come as he had forced her. She knew just where to press and squeeze. When he came she could feel the pulses throughout his cock.

The leader reached over, unsnapped the mesh, and pulled the dildos from Carla's passages. “Turn her over,” he said, and the men quickly removed her shackles, turned her, then replaced her bindings so that she lay facedown on the pad. The leader placed a pillow under her hips so her rear was in the air, then parted her cheeks with his fingers and rubbed more lubricant around her puckered hole. “So. You have never been fucked in the ass,” he said, unrolling first one, then a second condom over his cock. Although he wasn't very large, Carla was afraid.

“No, sire,” Carla said, tensing. She had always been a bit leery about anal sex and, so far hadn't been asked for it by any of her clients. Dildos were one thing, but she was unsure that she wanted to go this far. The leader watched her face as she considered.

“I won't come inside of you,” he said, gently, “and I'm always very careful.”

Although she had climaxed, Carla was still excited and intrigued by the idea of being fucked in a new way. She knew that she could call things off whenever she wanted so she deliberately relaxed her muscles and closed her eyes.

Sensing her agreement, the leader pressed his slick covered cock against her anus. As her body tensed and relaxed, he pushed, slowly forcing his hard penis into her rear passage.

“Oh, sire,” she whispered. “That's so strange.”

“It is good?”

She hesitated. “Yes, sire.”

When he was as deeply inside as he could get, the leader took his index finger and rubbed her clit.

Blazing heat slashed through her body and orgasm took control again, her rear muscles clenching rhythmically on the leader's penis. “Yes! Yes!” Her orgasm went on and on, until she had no more to give.

“Ahhh,” the leader said, pushing against her as she came. “Wonderful.” He pulled his still-hard cock from her body, peeled off one condom, had his men turn her, and then he plunged his sheathed cock into her pussy, slamming it into her until he suddenly screamed, and spasmed inside her.

Later, when they had all cleaned up and were ready to leave, the leader kissed Carla deeply. “You were a marvelous addition to the evening's entertainment, darling. We'll be sure to let you know when we meet again. Please feel free to join us, whether Dennis can attend or not.”

“Thank you, sire,” she said, wrapping her dark blue cape around her naked body.

Dennis held her around the waist. “If she can be here, sire, you can be sure I'll bring her.”

Carla smiled as she stepped into the limo.

R
onnie and Carla were in the sunny kitchen of the brownstone finishing the last of a pint of chocolate-mint frozen yogurt. Falling snow created miniature drifts on the railing outside the living room window.

“Is something bothering you?” Carla asked.

“Jack's home.”

“That's great,” Carla said. Ronnie's husband had been overseas for the last month. “Isn't it?”

“Oh it's wonderful to see him, if only briefly.” Ronnie put her dish on the coffee table and was silent.

“Come on, give,” Carla said. “Trouble?”

Ronnie took a deep breath. “No, not really. Not anything I can put my finger on. It's just that, after what you and I do here, sex with Jack seems so ordinary.”

“Ordinary?”

“You know. We fuck quickly and hungrily, and then he talks about business: oil, rock formations, three-dimensional computer models, helicopter surveys, whatever. We never talk about us, really. Our lives.”

“That's part of the problem of being apart so much. You have so little day-to-day contact that you live in different places. Mentally, I mean. When my folks lived in Florida briefly a few years ago, my mother used to insist that I call at least once a week. She said that when you talk frequently all the everyday stuff is important, but when you only talk occasionally, it's hard to find anything worth mentioning.”

“That's true, I guess. It's also the sex.”

“No rushing across airports and fucking in the backseat of the car?”

Ronnie's laugh was warm and rich. “Lots of that. We're good together but it's just ordinary, somehow.”

“That figures.”

“Huh?”

“Of course sex with Jack is ordinary, unless you work hard at it. Everything we do here is exciting, first times with new people, new fantasies, toys, games, whatever. But it's just the same old Jack. Nothing new.”

“I guess.”

“Have you ever played fantasy games with him?”

Ronnie thought. “Not recently.”

“Well, take your own advice. Do what we always suggest that our clients do. Let your mind wander. You're one of the most skilled women I know at reading other men and their sexual desires. Read yours and his, for a change.”

“You know, you make a lot of sense.”

“Of course I do. I've learned from an expert. Do the two of you have time tonight?”

“Unfortunately, no. Not for a month or so. He's gone again.”

Ronnie looked so forlorn that Carla quickly changed the subject. “You know, I've had quite an education over the last three months so now I think it's time for you to tell me about that wild cruise you went on last summer.”

Ronnie licked the last of the yogurt from her spoon and dropped it into her bowl. “Yes, I suppose it is. Okay. You make coffee and I'll tell all.”

They wandered into the kitchen and Carla got the coffee from the fridge. While she set up the filter, Ronnie started her tale.

“It all began almost four years ago with Bob Skinner. He looked through my album and when he found the picture of me in that stern teacher outfit, he reacted immediately. We came back here and I disciplined naughty little Bobby who couldn't get his lessons right.

“A few weeks later, he selected the photo of me in that leather outfit holding the whip, and said, ‘Would you be her for me, ma'am?' In that scenario, he calls me Mistress Ronnie. We've played both those fantasies frequently and he really gets off by being slapped around and made to do things.”

“And that's what you did on the cruise?” Carla said, pouring water into the coffeemaker. “Be Mistress Ronnie and whip him?”

“We discovered very early that it's not the pain that turns him on, although Bobby loves it when Miss Gilbert hits him with a ruler. Mostly he loves to feel powerless, to know that he must submit to all of my demands without question. He's hard all the time until I let him come. Some women don't let their subserviants come at all, but I make sure that Bobby climaxes every time we're together. Eventually.”

“I'm so curious,” Carla said, settling at the country kitchen table across from Ronnie, the room filling with the smell of brewing coffee. “Tell me about the cruise. How do they set it up? Aren't there other people on the boat?”

“Two couples started this group,” Ronnie explained, “and they set up each cruise. We use the same ship, the
Atlantic Voyager
each year. It's small and they set aside a special area for just us, off-limits to the rest of the passengers: a private dining room, secluded deck space, and so on. And our cabins are in a roped-off area. The crew knows what we do and only those who've agreed to ignore what goes on work in our section.” She sighed. “That caused an unusual situation this time, but I'll get to that later.”

“How many people go on this cruise?”

“There are usually about thirty couples, most like Bob and me, a dominant mistress and her servant. A few are men with submissive women. We use common sense and rules, like you and I do with our customers. Everyone gives and gets pleasure and that's all that matters to any of us.”

Carla nodded. Since she had gotten into power and control fantasies, first with Bryce and then with Dennis and the sex club, she had a much better understanding of the intense eroticism of dominance and submission.

“Some of the couples are into heavier activities than Mistress Ronnie and Bob. Some get into heavy pain and whips, shoe licking, and other things that Bob doesn't enjoy. But each of us knows our partner's tastes and we cater to them, and to ourselves. And we always use safe words.”

“Are there many…professionals like us there?”

“Some are part-time relationships like Bob and mine, and some are married couples or partners who live together and are into dominant fantasies either full-or part-time. But both partners enjoy their roles and love the chance to submerge themselves in eroticism for a week.”

“Okay,” Carla said, pouring the steaming coffee into mugs. “Tell me everything.”

“When we first arrived, Bob unpacked and put away our clothes while I wandered around our area of the ship. I ran into several women I remembered from the previous year and we sat on deck and discussed a few special activities we had planned. I have to tell you that talking about the upcoming week got me going. I couldn't wait to return to the cabin. When I arrived at our stateroom Bob was prepared.”

“Everything's ready, Mistress,” Bobby said as Ronnie walked back into the spotless cabin. He had arranged the closets carefully and Ronnie's clothes were all hanging or neatly folded. He had put his few outfits in a bottom drawer. He had set out two lightweight paddles on the small table. Several brown-paper-wrapped packages sat on the dresser where he had been instructed to put them. He had no idea what was inside but knowing Ronnie's creativity, curiosity made his cock hard.

“Very nice,” she said and Bobby glowed with pride. “Are you ready as well?” Ronnie asked. She was dressed in a soft pink sleeveless blouse and a full deep blue peasant skirt. She wore high-heeled sandals over her bare feet. Her toenails, like her fingernails, were painted deep red.

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, staring at the floor. Ronnie circled Bobby examining his outfit. He had changed since arriving on shipboard and now wore only a pair of extremely tight black spandex shorts that enclosed his erect cock. He had fastened a leather collar around his neck and he wore a green band around his right bicep signifying his servitude. His feet were bare and he stared at his naked toes.

Ronnie patted the giant bulge in the front of his shorts. “My goodness. Have you been thinking about the mysterious packages? Have you been wondering what's inside?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Well, you'll find out.” She patted his groin again. “And you'll be glad.”

“Thank you, Mistress. Is there anything you desire of me?”

“Yes. I think I'll let you pleasure me before dinner.”

“Thank you, Mistress. How would you like me to do that?”

Ronnie glared at him. “You shouldn't have to ask. You should know how to please me by now.” She walked to a small chair and sat down. “After you've done your job, you'll have to be punished for your lapse of understanding.”

Bobby knew that there was no way that he could have guessed how to please Mistress Ronnie at that particular moment, but the punishment was part of the excitement. And anticipating the punishment was another. But now he would give his mistress pleasure and there was nothing better than that.

“Down,” she said and Bobby got down on his hands and knees and crawled toward her. “I need my feet massaged.”

Carefully Bobby removed each of Ronnie's shoes and placed them under the table in the corner of the room. Then he sat at his mistress's feet and pressed his fingers deeply into her arch, which he knew she loved. He massaged each foot and calf, then paid careful attention to each toe until his fingers ached. Slowly Ronnie relaxed. “Mistress, may I go further?” he asked, knowing better than to look her in the eye.

“I think so,” she answered, excited by Bobby's submissive behavior. “But first, take off my panties.” When he reached for her undies, she added, “With your teeth.”

He looked startled, but quickly addressed himself to the task. “Yes, Mistress,” Bobby said. He rolled Ronnie's skirt up around her waist and, as he grasped the elastic of her bikini panties with his teeth, he could smell her musky aroma. She wanted him and that made him happy. He jerked at the elastic.

“Ouch!” Ronnie said, slapping him sternly on the shoulder. “Be gentle!”

“I'm sorry, Mistress.” He pulled at the waistband gently, shifted to the other side, and pulled again. Ronnie moved her rear so he could slowly maneuver her panties over her hips, down past her knees, and off. Bobby picked up the wisp of dark blue silk with his teeth and placed it neatly on the bed. He gazed at Ronnie's cunt, newly shaved and now exposed for his viewing. There was something demanding about a shaved pussy and it excited Bobby so much that his cock became even more uncomfortable inside the tight shorts. But, of course, he knew that that was not Mistress Ronnie's concern.

Bobby massaged Ronnie's calves and thighs, reveling in both her relaxation and her building sexual excitement. “Mistress may I?” he asked, flexing his cramped fingers.

Ronnie shifted her hips to the edge of the chair and nodded. Bobby stroked the inside of each thigh, approaching but not touching her bare pussy. He brushed his mistress's outer lips with the tip of his finger, then with the tip of his tongue. “Please, Mistress.”

“Please what?”

“Mistress, may I lick your clit?”

“All right,” she purred.

Bobby knew how to please his mistress. He licked and sucked like a man possessed, his tongue and fingertips everywhere at once. He slid two fingers deep into her pussy and sawed them in and out. When he added a third finger and simultaneously sucked her clit, her muscles spasmed almost immediately. “That's so good,” she moaned. “Don't stop.”

He smiled. She knew he wouldn't stop until he had given her all the pleasure it was possible to give. He licked and stroked, adjusting his movements to her excitement level. Leaving his fingers quietly inside Ronnie's body, Bobby soothed her until she was calm, and then pulled his hands away.

“May I get you a glass of water?” he asked.

When she nodded, he opened a bottle of spring water he had placed in a bucket and poured her a glass.

“That was very good,” Ronnie said, taking a long drink and patting Bobby on the head like a pet. “But there's still the matter of your punishment.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Since your tongue was so talented, you may pick the instrument you prefer.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Bobby said, picking up a Ping-Pong paddle and handing it to Ronnie. “My pants, Mistress?”

“You may leave them on,” Ronnie said.

Without another word, Bobby lay across his mistress's lap, his spandex-covered bottom ready for Ronnie's skillful application of the paddle. “Since I'm in a very good mood,” she said, “I think ten will suffice for the moment.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

The first three were light slaps and, with the covering of the tightly stretched shorts, Bobby felt only a general tingle. The next three were heavier, making his body jerk slightly with each one. Swats number seven and eight were harder still, stinging his ass and forcing his hard cock against Ronnie's thighs. Ronnie pulled the spandex down and administered the final two swats with all her strength on his bare cheeks. She pulled the stretchy fabric back up and patted his inflamed bottom.

“Mistress, please,” Bobby said, his body quivering.

“Please what?”

“Please, I want to come. I'm so excited.”

“Are you my good boy?” Ronnie asked, moving so her thighs rubbed his swollen member.