Double-Crossed

by Barbra Novac

  Most of the men wore outfits similar to Bill's, full uniforms, or basic black. Two Hitlers sat at the long middle table and were talking to a couple; both were dressed as naval officers. The second officer, shorter than the first, had a funky kind of look, and it took Marianne a while to realize the second was actually a woman with a thin moustache drawn on her upper lip. Next to her sat a nurse talking with a very round, silver-corseted redhead, who turned slightly to speak with a woman in full biker leathers. Costumes drifted by in every direction. It looked like a fantasy come alive.

  Wow, if I felt worried about my look, I didn't have to be! Marianne thought as a woman with enormous breasts jutting over the top of her latex nurse's uniform walked by.

  Jen indicated to Marianne that players sat at the long middle table for this social and the outer tables were for today's voyeurs.

  “We'll be sitting at an outer table,” Jen yelled into Marianne's ear, competing with the heavy music, like a cross between heavy metal and punk rock.

  Across the room, a young woman in a schoolgirl's uniform jumped up and down, waving to them.

  “Jen's subbie,” whispered Bill.

  The woman's eyes clouded over when they landed on Marianne. The three all walked over to the table, dodging three women dressed identically in red PVC shorts and yellow latex bustiers. A wide-eyed Marianne stared around at everything, but the young woman couldn't take her eyes off Marianne.

  “Who is this?” she demanded.

  “A friend,” said Bill with a tedious tone in his voice. “She's straight.”

  “You don't ask me questions like that,” said Jen in an authoritarian tone. Marianne wondered how this woman ever disobeyed Jen with that kind of manner and the way Jen looked, but she soon found out the game went a little further than she supposed.

  Jen looked at the woman sternly. “Assume the position,” she demanded.

  The young woman gave Marianne a filthy look and then bent at the waist over the table. Jen spread the schoolgirl's legs and lifted her skirt so that her bare buttocks were exposed. Jen spoke to the humiliated woman so that Bill and Marianne could hear.

  “Bitch, my friend is here to watch, not touch me or anyone else, but I am going to give her a real good look at your pussy now, and maybe she'll get so turned on, she'll want to fuck me when she sees it.”

  “Oh, Mistress, I am sorry,” apologized the young woman, squirming on the table.

  “Come and look, Marianne.”

  Fascinated, Marianne tentatively walked over and looked at the pink pussy. Its swollen fleshiness fell open of its own accord due to the intense arousal of the young woman. Jen slid a long middle finger in and pulled it out; a thick strand of clear liquid followed, stuck to her finger. Marianne felt her pussy clench. Suddenly, fucking Jen felt like a wonderful thing to do.

  If only Peter were here, she dreamed to herself.

  “Stand up, bitch.” The young woman stood up. Jen offered her finger to the woman, and she happily sucked her own juice off it.

  “Get another chair for my friend.”

  The young woman ran to do so. In her absence, Marianne had a chance to settle in. To get her mind off the heated sexuality of her friend, she glanced around the room with interest.

  Toward the back stood a bar that Marianne hadn't noticed before, and five nuns were standing, drinking. While they were talking, a priest walked up behind one of them and reached into the folds of her habit to reveal a naked breast. From behind, he fondled the breast as the nun kept talking with the other nuns. One of the nuns talking leaned over to lick the nipple of the exposed breast, then stood again and kept talking.

  It was the most unbridled public sex Marianne had ever seen. The costuming gave these people the freedom to act as though they were in a fantasy, and this set them free from their inhibitions. In a way, the costumes made it possible to be properly naked.

  From the small stage at the end of the room, a man in SS-style uniform interrupted Marianne's observations, announcing they were starting in ten minutes. Marianne turned back to the religious folk at the bar to see one of the nuns on her knees before the priest now, sucking his dick while he kissed the first nun and fondled both her breasts. It looked hotter than her videos. Her hole ached, and she knew moisture pooled at the opening.

  God, this is going to be much harder than I thought. How am I going to do this without coming?

  As if to answer her question, she jumped when a large vibrator banged on the table in front of her. She turned to see Jen smiling, her own hand fondling the breast of her schoolgirl.

  “Just in case it all gets too much, love. I want to keep you faithful to your guy. You'll get to see plenty of these in the future. Just be a good girl, and do what you're told until he tells you to play.”

  With that, she turned to resume a deep, open-mouthed kiss with her little woman.

  Placing the vibrator in her lap, Marianne turned her head away to look at the rest of the room. In a corner with two other men who fought each other for his attention, Bill sat relaxed and confident. The man in the SS uniform announced that the POS had started. Bill suddenly appeared at Marianne's side with a tray of coffees, as the music died down. He handed them out, then went back to the bar with the tray.

  Jen leaned over and whispered in Marianne's ear, “Today Bill and I are playing with my naughty little girl here, but it looks like next month, it will have to be those two boys over there.”

  The two men were still fighting for Bill's attention as he returned his tray. The nun had stopped sucking the priest's cock, and they'd returned to their table, but the men with Bill hadn't even noticed.

  “They look gay to me.” Marianne wondered how they'd feel having to play with Jen.

  “They are. Don't worry; they'll lick me so they get to be with Bill. It's the condition with us.”

  Marianne smiled. “Wow! I knew you guys were free, but I never quite knew how free.”

  Jen's fingers absentmindedly flicked the erect nipple of the woman to her right.

  “There are so many choices, Marianne. Bill and I won't want to do this forever. Eventually we will settle down and be monogamous. This is our promise to each other. No one can take from Bill and I; we have complete and total trust, therefore there is more that we can do than most. I don't recommend our lifestyle to everyone. Bill and I have something very special.”

  Bill returned, and the man up at the front announced a speaker, George Sand, and welcomed her to the stage. Dressed as a man, she announced her talk as “Stimulation of the Submissive.”

  Sand's severely spare figure, dressed in a masculine tuxedo complete with starched white shirt and black bow tie, dominated the stage. “The growth of the submissive depends upon pushing them past their limits, both emotionally and physically. Emphasis is always on the submissives growth. The more the sub can tolerate and endure, the better they will show the talents of their Master, and the better they will manage in real life.” This must be why they told me BDSM is therapy, thought Marianne. She wished she could ask Peter.

  Soon, George Sand called on her submissive to stand next to her, and the talk became even more interesting. The woman dressed in beautiful lace: a lace shift, which stopped just below her pubic area, knee-high fishnets like Marianne's, and high heels. Jen would call them “fuck-me shoes.” She had long blonde hair and enormous breasts. Just looking at her felt satisfying.

  “This'll be good,” whispered Bill in Marianne's ear.

  George Sand started again. “Public humiliation is one of the most exciting punishments or tests of endurance for the submissive.” As she spoke, she stood behind the woman with her and moved the dress to reveal slits in the lace where the woman's breasts were. George Sand pulled her breasts through the lace so that everyone could see them. Then she tugged on the woman's nipples so she started to get aroused in front of the audience.

  George Sand instructed her, “Turn your back to the audience and bend at the waist. I want them all to see your lovely shaved pu
ssy. The well behaved submissive, bent and spread her legs. Her inner vaginal lips fell apart, the slick wetness of her swollen labia available for all to see. The pink flesh almost dripped in front of the straining crowd who were desperate to catch a glimpse.

  “I need another submissive,” Sand declared to the audience. The young woman clinging to Jen made an appealing face at her Mistress. Jen shook her head and whispered something in her ear, and the woman looked crestfallen.

  “She's been too naughty to play,” said Bill, implying that Jen would have allowed it otherwise.

  By this time, another submissive woman had joined them on the stage. George Sand asked permission from her Master to play with her, and a man dressed in black at the main table said she could use her in any way that she liked. Sand kissed the new submissive deeply on the lips, then rubbed her breasts so that they peeped over the top of her dark purple clothes.

  With the microphone in her hand, she said to the submissive, “Lick my little girl's pussy and get us all hot. Now.”

  The purple woman got on her hands and knees like a dog and positioned herself under the bent submissive, looking through her legs out to the audience. Arching her back and stretching her head, she extended a long tongue that stroked the clit of the bent woman who held her pussy open. George Sand held the microphone near the face of her submissive, and the room suddenly filled with the noise of a woman panting and moaning with lust.

  It was the hottest thing Marianne had ever seen. The ache between her legs overwhelmed her. She glanced around the room to see that people were fondling breasts, and dicks were out and standing at attention all over the place.

  Thank God, it's not just me! I would feel like such an unsophisticated, lust-crazed slut if it were!

  George Sand moved toward the two women, with a huge black dildo in her hand. She stood next to her bent-over submissive and rubbed it around the opening of her pussy. “Large dildos need to be well lubed and inserted toward the cervix, which on this angle is toward her spine.” She inserted the fat, black toy. “There, goes in so easily, doesn't it?” With the young woman's cunt exposed to the entire room, the other's tongue still snaking its way around her clit, and that huge thing filling her aching hole, the submissive started to moan. Sand told her that because she'd been so good, she could come whenever she wanted in front of all these witnesses.

  The room really started to heat up now. The talk stopped for a minute, and Sand stood behind the purple submissive, fiddling with her skirt. Marianne couldn't get a proper look at what went on, but that woman soon moaned as well, and Sand said, “Oh, yeah, such a good little whore,” into the microphone.

  Fully aroused by such provocative instruction on the stage, the play table came to life. One Hitler bent over the table, his pants crumpled around his ankles as the other one paddled his ass with a special kind of bat. The female naval officer lay in the middle of the table, her pants discarded, and her jacket open to her waist to show her small breasts. A nun positioned herself on the surface of the table with two others, her head bobbing between the female officer's legs. The woman writhed in the throes of lust, her male officer's dick in her mouth and the dick of a man in black in her left hand.

  Back on the stage, George Sand had given charge of the dildo to the purple woman, and she'd put a strap-on over the top of her trousers. On her knees herself now, behind the new submissive, she fucked deeply into her while kissing her own submissive, who still received the large plastic meat nicely.

  Everywhere Marianne looked, there were exposed body parts and dripping sexual organs. Sand's submissive started to call out into the kisses as she came all over the dildo inside her. The woman in purple pumping on it stared into the distance in a delirium caused by the huge strap-on fucking her from behind.

  Marianne thought she would explode. She had to get to the powder room so that she could bring herself off on the vibrator Jen had plonked in front of her. Man, she needed it more than ever now. She glanced around her, her ears and her nose filled with the sounds and smells of sex. Jen heavily kissed her submissive next to her, and Bill watched two men sixty-nining on the ground in front of him. Real heat came from between Marianne's legs. Still, modesty overtook her. She told Bill she wanted the powder room, and without taking his eyes of the dicks sliding into the two men's mouths, he pointed to a corner of the room.

  Marianne jumped up, taking the vibrator with her. Keeping her eyes on the door to the powder room, she made her way directly there, afraid she couldn't trust herself. Just as she got to the door, a priest and a nun came bursting out, laughing. The priest grabbed the nun's hand, and they ran past, brushing Marianne as they did. This small amount of human contact raised goose bumps on her skin. Her arousal intoxicated her.

  Inside the powder room, a woman sat on a bench, a leg balanced on the floor and one flush on the bench next to her. Another woman played busy between her legs, her tongue working back and forth, up and down. A naked man stood next to them, his eyes glued to the action between the woman's legs as he stroked his hard cock. The woman receiving the head job leaned back into the wall behind; her eyes glazed over as she automatically worked her nipples.

  They didn't even flinch when Marianne walked in and went straight to a stall. She opened the door and bolted it shut behind her. The whole powder room smelt of female sex, and the moans of the women filled the room. Marianne unbuckled one side of her shorts, and peeled them away from her flowing sex. She pumped the hard plastic dick into her lusty hole a few times and then pulled it out, slick with her own juices.

  “Oh, fuck, yeah… Lick my pussy so good, baby,” said the woman on the other side of the door. Marianne couldn't help herself. Driven with lust, she sucked the vibrator, licking her own clear fluid off as she listened to the sounds of woman eating woman. The man grunted and under his breath came the occasional, “Yeah, like that…” or “Get that tongue right in there… Shit, yeah… Keep doing it, baby.”

  Marianne turned the vibrator on and thrust it hard onto her clit. She didn't even notice that the sound filled the room.

  A woman's voice called out to her, “Oh, sweetheart, bring yourself off, baby, while I suck the cum out of her. Work that vibe.”

  Mad with lust, Marianne slid it all over her clit, thinking she would come any second.

  Another woman's voice said, “Come out here, honey. We won't touch you, but show us that pretty pussy while you bring yourself off.”

  Having never done anything like this in her life before, Marianne lifted the vibe off her pussy, opened the door, and walked out, her shorts falling away to reveal her pulsing sex. The three people were looking at her, the man still stroking his dick, only harder now. The woman with her head between the other woman's legs spoke to her.

  “Come and sit next to her, honey, so I can watch you work yourself while I bring my friend here off.”

  Marianne made her way over to the bench and took up the identical pose next to the anonymous woman. With one leg braced on the floor and the other bent up, she slid the vibrator in and out of her slick cunt, panting and thrilling to the three pairs of eyes on her.

  “Get that cock up in there, baby,” said the guy. “Work it now.”

  Almost absentminded, he put one hand to the back of the other woman's head and pushed her mouth onto the slick wetness of the open hole in front of her. The woman, happy to oblige, stuck her tongue out immediately and allowed her head to get back to its work. She had one eye planted on Marianne, however, as her tongue slid out of her face and stroked through the soggy folds of flesh.

  Marianne felt her orgasm coming out of her, just as she heard the woman, next to her saying, “Fuck, yeah, and lick that clit. I'm coming, baby.”

  The woman next to her started to thrust into the face of the hot tongue, and Marianne came in an explosion all over her vibrator, as it pumped back and forth hard inside her.

  Her orgasm finished, she could still hear the moans and cries of the woman as she ground her face into the woman betwee
n her legs.

  “Thanks, guys. That was great,” Marianne said as she stood again and buckled up her shorts. She turned slightly, and ran her vibrator under some running water till it was clean. The sex carried on around her as if she were no longer there.

  “Mmm,” said the woman munching on the pussy, and “Here I go!” said the other woman.

  As Marianne walked out of the powder room, she heard the man say, “I'm going to come on her face!”

  Suddenly she had an uncontrollable urge to get to Peter. This had been terribly exciting, but Marianne wasn't sure if she'd crossed a line. No one had touched her, but she could hardly say she'd been a passive observer, either. Still, she'd been so naughty and so brave; something in her told her that Peter would understand.

  Back at the table, Jen had her submissive over her lap and was fucking her with a thin dildo, and Bill pumped a false cock into the ass of one of the men in the sixty-nine position. Marianne didn't want to interrupt, but Bill stopped to ask how she was doing.

  She whispered to Bill that she wanted to go home. Bill smiled and said that he would walk her back to her apartment.

  Marianne placed the vibrator among a whole line of sex toys that Jen had out, and gave a small wave to Jen, who smiled back. She didn't break her rhythm on the submissive, and went back to her task with greater concentration. With the music back on, and all around her, Marianne saw that the room had dissolved into a full-blown orgy.

  Marianne put Jen's trench coat on over her outfit and made her way to the door, to the sounds of the second submissive on stage coming again with the microphone held to her mouth by George Sand. Marianne looked back to see Bill sharing an open-mouthed kiss with Jen and the submissive, and then he broke away from them and walked toward Marianne.