The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  Chapter Fourteen

  It was fascinating to watch but Rhette couldn’t imagine herself actually doing it. However, for her part, Sylvia seemed to be enjoying herself immensely. The young man on all fours on the hardwood floor seemed to be enjoying himself as well, though it might have been an act. It all might have been an act. The reality of everything around her was suddenly called into question and Rhette had a minor existential crisis.

  He was young, probably as young as one of her students. And of course he was handsome because what young man would willingly get naked and get pegged in the ass by a woman nearly twice his age. His name was Hollister and he went by Lister and it was impossible for Rhette to tell if he was gay or bi or straight. She supposed that was his intriguing attraction. He was the entertainment for the night. It hadn’t taken Rhette long to figure out how the group worked.

  Every member had an avid interest in sex and new sexual adventures. When they had a party someone had to bring the entertainment, a new member, or so it seemed, or at least someone willing to do some sexual performance for the group. They were polite and open-minded, they had to be for the group to work, and there didn’t seem to be any restrictions on what activity was highlighted, gay or straight or somewhere in between, extreme and exotic and novel were all encouraged. Rhette suppressed a giggle when she thought that maybe the members of the group had never seen a married straight couple having missionary sex; that might be new and novel to them. Boring, but new and novel.

  Where Sylvia had found her new companion Rhette had no idea but the small crowd seemed appreciative of the way the striking woman dominated and controlled Lister. She wore a harness around her hips with a dark blue dildo attached to his. Lister had willingly stripped down naked and presented his ass to her to be used. A generous dose of lube and some, from Rhette’s perspective at least, uncomfortable maneuvering before Sylvia sank the fake cock into his ass.

  It was thrilling and lovely to see them fuck. Rhette felt her desire rising and her pussy getting wet; this was the only appropriate response to the show. Clucking her tongue and disapproving would have been frowned on to say the least. It was more likely she would have been shown the door and asked to never come back. Presumably Nick and Helena would have been given the same treatment and she couldn’t do that to them. Besides, Rhette was enjoying the show more than she would have admitted to anyone.

  Lister’s cock was erect. It wasn’t just erect, from her crouched position on the couch Rhette could see he was hard enough that the organ curved up along his lower abdomen to point directly at his belly button. Like too many young men he had a few poorly drawn tattoos scattered across his body which Rhette found distracting, but to each their own. The way Sylvia fucked him in the ass told Rhette that Riordan’s wife had definitely done this sort of thing before and presumably so had Lister. It was better than porn because it was real life and it was right before her eyes.

  “Are you going to cum, little slut?” Sylvia asked in her refined accent that gave her crude words an odd contrast.

  “Fuck yes,” he groaned as the fingers of one hand balled into a fist. She had been pounding away at his ass for ten minutes now and there were murmurs from the audience about how long he could last and whether or not he would need extra stimulation to cum. Rhette’s guess was that he wouldn’t. He was young and healthy and undoubtedly his cock was on a hair-trigger; the least little thing could set it off.

  “Don’t you dare fucking cum,” Sylvia demanded of him even as she slipped her hand around his hip but didn’t touch his cock directly. From where she was Rhette could see that Sylvia was only carefully cupping his balls.

  The audience was in the same mix of formal clothing and undress. A few men and women were naked or nearly so, wearing only elaborate lingerie or some fetish gear. Nick and Helena had allowed her to wear a G-string and some leather restraints on her wrists and ankles. The collar around her neck made her assume a more submissive attitude, which she was certain what the married couple wanted. She had asked for a bra or corset or something similar to cover her breasts but Helena had just shook her head and painfully pinched her exposed nipples. Helena was wearing a cocktail dress and looked completely at ease and in place at the party. Nick wore his usual black t-shirt but had added to that a pair of pants that didn’t really have a crotch, exposing his cock which was, of course, hidden away in the black iron cock cage that Helena always wanted him to wear.

  They were not the most outrageous trio at the party.

  Sylvia dragged her finger along Lister’s length and he whimpered, actually whimpered as he strained not to cum. Rhette felt sorry for him. He had been told at the very start of being pegged that he wasn’t allowed to cum, but Sylvia then told him she wanted him to cum. He only had to endure a half hour of being pegged and she’d release him. It was an impossible goal, but he willingly went along with her instruction.

  “Ready to cum?” Sylvia stage-whispered in his her.

  “Yes,” he whined.

  “I haven’t given you permission to cum,” she teased him.

  “I-I-I want to cum,” he begged.

  “No,” she said with a cruel laugh and removed her finger from his cock, but only to reposition herself behind him and thrust her fake phallus in him again.

  “Ooohh,” he moaned.

  “Would you like a pretty girl to suck your cock and make you cum?” Sylvia asked.

  “Yes,” he replied quickly and then realized the error of his answer. “No. Please no.”

  There had been a punishment mentioned at the beginning of their show, but the details weren’t divulged. On the one hand, Rhette wanted to see Lister fail, but on the other hand she wondered what it would be like if she were the one to help make him cum.

  “I think you want to cum,” Sylvia announced to the group. “I think you want a moment of pleasure at the expense of a punishment.”

  Lister said nothing. He was gritting his teeth in an effort to last longer.

  Sylvia caught the eye of an audience member and nodded. An unassuming middle-aged man pushed through the group. He was wearing a suit; no socks or shoes and his shirt was open at the neck. Rhette couldn’t get a read on him, but he happily knelt down next to the copulating pair and reached under Lister’s body for his cock. The man whimpered and pulled away, but the interloper still caught the bit of hard flesh.

  It would have been an overstatement to say Lister was masturbated. The man stroked Lister maybe once before his cock erupted. A jet of thick cum splashed against his belly, stuck there a moment, and then dripped down to the floor. Once the orgasm started it was impossible to stop. Spurt after spurt came out of him, his balls tightening up to his body and his entire body jerking with the climax. A ragged breath of relief escaped his lips as he came down from his peak, but it was also acknowledgement of his failure.

  “Tsk tsk,” Sylvia clucked her tongue as she withdrew her dildo from his ass. “I knew you’d fail.”

  Even in failure the audience was appreciative; a scattering of polite applause filled the room. Some watched had their hands restrained so it was impossible for them to applaud. Rhette applauded; she didn’t want to seem rude and she had enjoyed the show.

  Sylvia levered herself off the floor and stood up, her already impressive height enhanced by her four-inch-tall heels. She shook her head at her lover and bent over to slap him on his baby smooth ass. “Get on your feet,” she ordered. “Time for your punishment.”

  “Okay, okay,” he stammered. “Just give me a moment.” Slowly he unfolded himself, his cock still hard, but losing size and firmness.

  “Nicholas, if you would do the honors?” Sylvia said.

  Nick had brought along his case of tools and toys. Rhette hadn’t given it a single thought. Now Nick went over to Lister who was unsteady on his feet.

  “Leanne, clean up this mess,” Sylvia said as if asking a waitress for a glass of water. She loosened the straps around her hips and dropped the pegging tool to the floor. While L
ister had been naked, it would have been inappropriate for her to be similarly unclothed; instead she wore a pair of full-coverage panties and a corset. Sexy, revealing, and modest—by the standards of the group—all at the same time.

  Rhette didn’t understand what was going on but continued to watch. Nick pulled a cage out of his kit and proceeded to fit it to Lister’s cock. It seemed inordinately small compared to his relative size, but Nick had an ice pack ready which encouraged the shrinkage of Lister’s cock and eventually the bright pink plastic cage encased Lister’s now compact manhood. Nick slipped a lock in place and handed the key over to Sylvia who took it with a smile, gave Nick a kiss on the cheek for his work, and slipped the key onto a chain around her neck.

  “I believe we agreed a week, didn’t we, dear boy?” she asked Lister.

  He nodded glumly, looking at his cock. Rhette wondered what had transpired to get him to agree to the bet of the loss of the use of his manhood for a week, but she wasn’t bold enough to ask the question. The crowd started to disperse, encouraged by the show to indulge in their own kinks, in pairs and trios and larger groups, some stayed in the large living room to show off for those who wanted to watch while others slipped away to private rooms.

  Somehow in the confusion of the group moving around, Rhette lost track of both Nick and Helena and found herself alone in the middle of the living room while a pretty young thing started cleaning up the puddle of cum that Lister had left behind. Even Lister had disappeared.

  Starting at the young woman on her knees wiping up Lister’s cum made Rhette uncomfortable. The fact she was mostly naked didn’t make the situation any easier. The fact that the other woman was completely naked made it even more difficult.

  When she was done the woman with long black hair shoved the paper towels she had wiped up Lister’s leavings with into a plastic bag and stood up to see Rhette watched her. She smiled and walked up to Rhette who didn’t know what to do. Offering her hand the dark-haired woman said, “Hello. I’m Leanne. You’re Elisabeth aren’t you? I watched you last time the group met. You have beautiful breasts.”

  Rhette had automatically taken Leanne’s and shaken it. Leanne was completely naked. Her long black hair ended just above her small breasts that were topped with dark nipples. When Leanne mentioned Rhette’s breasts she dropped the other woman’s hand and covered herself all the while knowing it was a stupid gesture. “No, no. I’m Rhette.” Her face was bright red at being put on the spot. “And thank you, I guess,” she said with a laugh and forced her hands to stop hiding her tits.

  “You aren’t supposed to use your real name here,” Leanne said in a stage whisper. There wasn’t anyone paying them the least bit of attention.

  “Right. Sorry. Elisabeth. That’s me.”

  “You can take a good spanking,” Leanne complimented her. “I’m jealous. My master gives me a couple of slaps and I’m a blubbering mess, but he still likes me. Apparently I give head much better than his wife,” she said with a conspiratorial wink.

  Rhette laughed. “Where is your…um…master?” she asked not knowing how to handle a conversation under these circumstances.

  Leanne shrugged. “Probably fucking someone else. It happens a lot here.”

  “Yeah. I get that.” She looked Leanne up and down. If Rhette was being honest with herself Leanne was probably her age and had a nearly perfect athletic body with a belly ring, narrow hips, and a perfectly rectangular patch of pubic hair that mostly hid her labia. “How do you do it?”

  “Do what?”

  “Just…be naked here and not let it bother you?”

  Leanne smiled and gestured for Rhette to follow her. They went to the kitchen. “I like being naked, but I’m fully dressed.”

  “Uh…you are?” Rhette’s eyes went to the other woman’s firm ass. She had an intricate tiger tattoo on her right cheek.

  Tossing the plastic bag in the trash can, Leanne turned back to her and pointed at the fancy leather collar around her neck. “I’m wearing my collar. I’m fully dressed.”

  It was all a mindset, Rhette could understand that, but it was hard for her to make the transition to that sort of thinking. “Your collar is very pretty,” Rhette said wanting to not make a fool of herself.

  “Master gave it to me when I agreed to be his slave.”

  “Are you actually his slave?” Rhette asked, trying to wrap her head around the concept.

  “Yes. Of course. His sexual slave. His wife approves, don’t worry about that. I’d never do anything unethical like sleeping with a man who was married and not in an open relationship. I think she likes that Master has a slave because it takes some of the sexual responsibility away from her.”

  Before Rhette could ask a follow up question, the kitchen door swung open and Sylvia walked in. “Ah. Good. Two girls who need a firm hand. Somehow I’ve managed to fuck a man tonight and gotten almost nothing out of it myself. I’m in need of some feminine help for a bit of relief and my husband is missing.” She smiled eagerly and Leanne let out a long sigh.

  “What?” asked Rhette. She was confused, but then she checked the expressions on the two women’s faces and the meaning dawned upon her.

  “Where is my master?” Leanne asked Sylvia.

  “He’s…occupied,” she answered which gave Leanne no information. Rhette understood what was about to happen, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it. “I’m positive he won’t mind me borrowing you.”

  “Yes ma’am,” Leanne said meekly, hanging her head.

  “Follow me,” she told them. She was still wearing her corset and panties, but was barefoot. Rhette couldn’t’ remember if Sylvia had worn shoes or not when she had fucked Lister. It didn’t matter.

  Sylvia brought them through several rooms, all populated with people performing a variety of sexual acts. Moans and groans filled the air, but that didn’t distract Rhette. She found herself fascinated by how purposefully Sylvia strode through the house, a queen surveying her lands and approving of it all. But she was still apart from the commoners and needed her own special retreat.

  The room the three women wound up in was a private bedroom, feminine to the point that Rhette knew Riordan was rarely, if ever, invited into it. If the couple had a shared bedroom, this wasn’t it.

  “Your ass isn’t very red tonight,” Sylvia observed of Rhette.

  “No. Nick didn’t spank me before we came here and…and then I just watched you with Lister.”

  “I want to solve that little problem. Leanne, a nice flogger, if you would.”

  “Yes ma’am,” the slave said and pulled a large box from under the elegantly carved bed. From inside she removed a flogger with bright pink falls and a sturdy pine wood handle.

  “Bend over the bed and show me your ass, Elisabeth,” she said. “I’m feeling cruel tonight.”

  This was exactly the sort of thing that Rhette liked to do and she went to the bed’s footboard and gripped the thick bar that ran its length, bending forward to proffer her ass to Sylvia.

  “Take your panties off, dear,” Sylvia chided her.

  “Sorry,” Rhette mumbled and quickly pulled off the offending garment, tossing the G-string to the floor and resuming the position.

  Sylvia didn’t immediately start whaling away at Rhette’s ass. Instead she ran her hand over the redhead’s smooth skin and round buttocks. “Very lovely. I’m jealous of your body.”

  It was said with such honesty that Rhette was taken aback. “But…but you have the perfect body!” she exclaimed.

  That made Sylvia laugh. “And I work for two hours every day to maintain it and I watch everything I eat and I’ve been to a doctor more times than I care to think about whenever Riordan perceives some minor flaw. Do you do any of that?”

  Rhette shook her head.

  “No. I thought not. You come by your body’s beauty naturally without effort. Fuck that makes me hot and jealous.” And with that she smartly brought the flogger down over Rhette’s delicate backside. Rhette y
elped in surprise.

  “Beautiful,” said Sylvia. “You need to work on your exclamations a bit to make them less of a screech and more of a cry of passion, but your skin. So pale that it turns pink perfectly.” Sylvia touched the abused bit of skin. Even Rhette could feel the heat her skin was generating. “So hot.” And then Sylvia’s fingers went down her crevice and over her anus to rest gently against Rhette’s labia. She wasn’t wet, not yet, but it would only take a few more stroke of the flogger for that to happen.

  Having Sylvia probe at her pussy wasn’t at all what Rhette expected. Her touch was gentle but firm, looking for information rather than giving pleasure. Rhette liked it.

  The strong-willed woman gave Rhette another three quick swats to her bottom; each sharper and more pleasurable than the last. Rhette found herself sticking her rump out and anticipating the last blow.

  “Pain slut,” Sylvia declared and then gave Rhette another swat on her bottom, this time aiming low, letting the falls strike her pouting labia.

  “Ouch!” Rhette exclaimed, swinging her hips back and forth while bringing her knees together.

  Sylvia didn’t seem to care about Rhette’s distress. “Here!” she said sharply to Leanne, handing off the flogger to the slave. “I’m not going to whip this poor girl without getting anything out of it. You know what to do.”

  Rhette started to straighten up, confused as to what was happening, but Sylvia shoved her head back down to the footboard. “Don’t move. I’m not done with you yet.”

  Not knowing what to do or say, Rhette stayed where so was as Sylvia crawled onto the bed. She wasn’t surprised when the pretty woman flopped on her back and shimmied out of her panties. There was just the barest hint of a triangular patch of hair above the older woman’s pussy. Her nether lips were completely bare, giving evidence that Sylvia spent a lot of time either grooming herself or having someone do it for her.

  Working herself down the bed, Sylvia flung her legs over the footboard and centered her pussy directly under Rhette’s face. “You know what to do.”