The Limousine (8 page)

She started fucking herself faster, working her hips up and down with increasing rapidity as she approached her climax. Brenda couldn’t get off in this position, though, not like this. It was too hard to bring pressure on her clit and the dildo at the same time. So quickly she rolled over onto her belly, and slid her knees down onto the floor of the limousine. She was sure that she was giving the camera an even better view now, and she could lean on the seat for support while she reached back to fuck herself from behind and rub her clit with eager desperation. It didn’t take more than a minute of that before Brenda felt the surge going through her body and knew that she was past the point of return. Her orgasm slowly exploded in her loins, an almost-painful wave of sensation encompassing her whole body in a flush of heat and desire. With a shudder she reached her conclusion, her sweat-slick body slumping against the seat. She knelt there, exhausted, the long, thick dildo still thrust inside her cunt and her legs spread, her sex pointing at the camera. Droplets of her juice dribbled out over the base of the dildo and onto the carpeted floor of the limousine.
Brenda knelt there a long time, bent over the seat of the limousine, impaled on the hugeness of the dildo. She felt a curious satisfaction mixing with her horny pleasure. She heard the Master’s voice calling to her.
“Brenda? Have you finished coming, Brenda?”
“Oh yes,” she said hoarsely. “I’m quite finished. Master.”
“Then I want you to take the dildo out of yourself,” said the Master. “Slowly. And when you’re finished, look into the suitcase.”
Brenda felt a surge of excitement—she was finally going to find out what toys were in the suitcase. She imagined it was something truly deviant, and it excited her to have been given permission to look inside. With some difficulty, she managed to slide the dildo out of her pussy.
“Lick it clean,” came the Master’s voice from the speaker.
Brenda was a little reluctant at first, but she couldn’t resist her Master. She began to lick the head of the dildo, lavishing affection on it in full view of the video camera. Brenda wanted the Master to see what she could do with her lips and tongue to a hard shaft like this—as a sort of preview of coming attractions. She spent a long time licking the dildo all over, settling down onto the floor of the limousine with her legs tucked under her naked buttocks. The Master let her take her time cleaning the dildo, and then he told her “That’s good enough. Very good, in fact. Now the suitcase.”
Brenda set the dildo on the seat and crawled across the expansive floor of the limousine to the opposite seat. The suitcase was a beautiful black leather one, with gold fittings and a lock. The lock wasn’t closed, though, and Brenda easily popped the suitcase open. It was packed full with a number of things.
First was a long, expensive-looking raincoat of a shimmery silver fabric. It could have been high fashion from the runways of Paris, or kinky fetish attire from the wrong side of town. Either way, it looked good but it had gotten kind of wrinkled being folded up in the suitcase like that. Brenda gasped as she saw that the collar was trimmed in fur.
“Don’t worry,” said the Master quickly over the speaker. “It’s faux.”
Whew, that was close.
“You need something to wear home,” said the Master as Brenda took the coat out of the suitcase. “That, and the other clothes in there, should do nicely.”
Brenda looked in the suitcase and saw that there weren’t any other clothes in there—except a tiny white lace G-string. She realized that the Master expected her to leave the limousine wearing nothing but the G-string under the coat. Brenda heard his laughter.
This was horrible, to have to walk on the street wearing so little! But what turned her on so much was the knowledge that she would do it, and that it would excite her immeasurably to be doing it on the Master’s orders. Brenda’s face flushed hot as she realized that the Master could take this as far as he wanted, and she would obey him. She had become his slave.
“I expect my lovers to be very bold,” said the Master. “Very brazen. I want to turn you into a total exhibitionist. I want you to think about that when you’re walking down the street with almost nothing on.”
Brenda was so turned on she couldn’t stand it. The Master completely controlled and commanded her sexuality, and she wanted nothing more than to be his total slave. If he wished for Brenda to expose herself to the world, that was what she would do.
Brenda continued looking through the suitcase and felt her nipples hardening further as she handled the items the Master was giving her. In the suitcase was a tiny video camera in a hard case, and several blank videotapes. Also in the suitcase was a small, black leather collar. And the last item, which made Brenda’s eyes go wide—a credit card with her name on it.
“Put on the collar,” said the Master. “It shows that you’re my slave.”
Brenda obeyed, but her eyes were fixed on the credit card.
“The card’s all yours,” said the Master. “I want you to take it and buy yourself the most lavish, sexiest lingerie you can find. As many outfits as you want. A dozen, two dozen, three dozen. Believe me, if you follow my commands, I’ll give you the opportunity to wear every single one of them.”
Brenda felt the presence of the collar around her throat, defining her as a slave to her beloved Master. She had never even met this guy yet, and she was ready to pledge fealty to him. Well, it was all a game, right?
“I want you to make a videotape with the camera. Take the dildo. Make a videotape and bring it to me so I can see what it is you like to do to yourself when you’re alone.”
“Yes, Master,” said Brenda. The idea of making a videotape for him scared her a little but turned her on.
“Now we’re almost back to your apartment,” said the Master. “Put on what clothes I’ve given you. The driver is going to drop you off several blocks away. I want you to walk home slowly. You’ll be watched. Don’t worry, the driver will follow you home to make sure you’re safe. But I want you to show yourself to whoever is on the street.”
Brenda was frightened, but somehow she felt instinctively that the Master would never allow her to be hurt. And as much as she wouldn’t have admitted it before tonight, she wanted to be a brazen exhibitionist. Nothing turned her on more. The thought of walking home dressed like this, but being absolutely safe, excited her that much more because it made her feel incredibly powerful. Perhaps the Master had expected that. Brenda put on the G-string and the coat, put the dildo and video camera into the suitcase, slipped the credit card into the waistband of her G-string. She buttoned up the coat. The limousine pulled over and the door unlocked automatically.
“Goodbye, Brenda. I’ll call you for another appointment. Alright?”
“Yes, Master,” said Brenda, and stepped out of the limousine.
Outside, there wasn’t much street traffic, but there were a few businesses still open, and as Brenda walked down the street she was aware that many eyes were on her. Certainly she would be mistaken for a prostitute in this neighborhood, though in this coat it would be a high-class one. The limousine followed her, even as the occasional whistle went up from the doorway of a bar. Brenda felt the Master’s presence, protecting her. And then she was at her apartment building, letting herself in, and she knew that she was safe and would soon be in her bed. And she knew, also, that once she would be in her bed she would be anything but idle, despite the orgasm she had had so recently. In her excitement from the walk, Brenda could hardly wait to be alone with herself.
Brenda entered the apartment half expecting to find Kristi engaged in loud sex with yet another boyfriend. But instead she was asleep, with the door to her bedroom opened a crack. It was still uncomfortably warm, and Brenda could see Kristi stretched out on the sheets, the blanket tossed aside. Kristi was wearing a cranberry-colored camisole and loose matching tap pants. She looked beautiful in the moonlight like that. Brenda wanted to slip into her bedroom and curl up next to her. Instead, Brenda went into her own bedroom, set down the suitcase and took off the coat.
She left her high-heels on as she looked at herself in the mirror. She went to take off the collar, but then as she looked at herself she decided she liked the look and feel of it. It was the sign of submission to the Master, and it turned her on to be wearing it. So she left the collar on as she ran her hands over her body. She felt more exquisitely naked even than the last time, and the smoothness of her shaved crotch in the plunging “V” of the G-string accentuated it. She realized that she still had the credit card slipped into the G-string, and she giggled as she took it out. Then Brenda took off the G-string, wanting to be naked except for the collar and high-heels. She looked at herself in the mirror again, stroking the smoothness of her shaved crotch and pussy-lips. She loved the feel of it, the smoothness, the delicious kinkiness of being bare down there. It was after three in the morning, but Brenda wasn’t the least bit tired yet. The walk from the corner had turned her on so much, knowing that she was safe even though she was almost naked under the coat. She felt more energetic than she usually did at this hour, and she got to thinking about what she might do on the videotape.
She decided maybe she would experiment a little bit. Not to make the actual video the Master wanted, but just to play around a bit and see how she looked. She tiptoed naked out into the hall and peered into Kristi’s room to make sure she was asleep. Then she went back into her own room, locked the door, and opened the suitcase.
There was the video camera, a subtly illicit sex toy. Brenda took out the thing and set it on the nightstand next to her bed. She hadn’t used one of these more than a couple of times—and never for something like this—but it didn’t take too long for her to figure out how to get the tape in and start it rolling. Brenda sat down on the bed, still feeling a little nervous despite herself. She stopped the tape and rewound it, watching through the eyepiece. There was a perfect image of her sitting naked on the bed. Brenda pressed “record” again and leaned back, staring in to the open eye of the video camera.
She still wore her high-heeled shoes, which she imagined the Master would have liked. But then again, this tape wasn’t for him—she was just playing. This tape was for her. Brenda decided that she liked the high heels too, if only because no one walked around naked with high heels on except porn stars and dancers—much less lay on a bed naked in high heels. So the shoes stayed as Brenda relaxed into the bed, spreading her legs open for the camera.
This was even sexier, she decided, posing for her own pleasure. It had really turned her on knowing that the Master had been videotaping her, but this seemed somehow more naughty. Brenda began to touch herself, running her hands over her thighs, her belly, her breasts, her throat and face. She ran her fingers through her messy, rumpled hair. She started playing with her breasts and her pussy, reminding herself that she could do anything she wanted, since she was going to erase the tape. She found herself wanting to do something incredibly dirty. She just couldn’t think of what it was.
She had already allowed herself to be videotaped and ordered around by some guy she had never met. That was pretty dirty. But Brenda wanted to do something even nastier, something more viscerally nasty. As she slipped her fingers inside herself she decided it was time to take some chances. She didn’t usually play with her ass, but for some reason the idea of doing it now, for the camera, turned her on immensely. She lifted her ass slightly as she worked two fingers into her wet, shaved pussy. Easing her fingers out, she slipped them down between the cheeks of her ass, gently rubbing the tightness of her hole.
Brenda had played with her ass, sure. She had even kind of liked it. She had tried anal sex with a couple different guys and that was usually lots of fun if they went very slowly and got her very turned on before they tried to put it in to her. She would have liked to explore her ass more, even just by herself, like this. But maybe it was just too weird for her. She had never pursued it much. But now, she was getting incredibly turned on just feeling her fingertips swirl around the tightness of her ass. Touching it like that felt good. She wanted to try going inside, but it seemed like her fingernails would cause a problem in there. She was used to being careful when she put her fingers into her pussy—a lot of care and a lot of juice did the trick. But she wasn’t going to take that chance with her ass, which felt a lot more sensitive. Brenda resolved to just tease the opening to her rosebud, enjoying the gentle sensations. Then the idea hit her, and she didn’t know why she hadn’t thought of it before. She wondered what a dildo would feel like in there.
She had liked it when she’d let guys go inside her ass with their cocks, even if she (had) felt a little nervous at first. As long as they were gentle and slow and used a lot of lube, and as long as she was pretty damn horny when they did it, she had liked it a lot, in fact. She hadn’t done it very much, just enough to knew that it didn’t hurt if you were careful. She wondered if she could come with something in there. She imagined it wouldn’t be too hard—she had gotten pretty close during anal sex those few times.
Maybe she would try, and capture her first attempts at solo anal intercourse on the videotape.
Brenda didn’t have real lubricant, though, and she knew enough to know that the petroleum jelly she used on her lips would wreak havoc with the rubber dildo. She had to tiptoe down the hall and into the bathroom, and find Kristi’s stash of lubricant. She didn’t think her roommate would mind. She also picked up a towel—just in case. Brenda slipped back into her room and repositioned the camera so it was pointed a little more down, to get a better view of her ass. She felt deliciously nasty, knowing she was going to explore something she’d never really explored by herself. Brenda got her dildo out and laid it across her stomach, turned on by the sight of the small rubber shaft. It wasn’t as big as she normally liked her cocks, and it wasn’t nearly as big as the one she’d taken earlier tonight! But she liked it, and it seemed just the right size to test the waters.
She squeezed out a little lube onto her fingers, and spread her ass-cheeks, rubbing the lube into her tight hole. Mmmmmm, that felt good. Really good, in fact. The lube made it go smoother and she felt more sure that she wanted to do this. Her nipples were getting painfully hard, and she could feel that her pussy was getting wet. She played with the entrance a little, teasing it open, feeling it relax. She touched her clit with her other hand, and the combination of sensations was truly delicious. Brenda got hold of the dildo and eased it down between her thighs, wanting to get herself worked up a little more before she tried going in to her ass with the rubber cock.