The Pleasure Room

by Vanessa Devereaux

  He walked away and then called out, “Number five.” A lady with a pink dress walked over to him and they too left the room, the woman giggling all the way to the door.

  I walked over to pretend I was looking at a painting on the wall. Another gentleman brushed by me, grazing my cleavage.

  Two men called out number eleven at the same time, and a lady left with both of them.

  I perspired, beads of sweat pooling under the mask and between my breasts. I had obviously done something very stupid. I was about to leave when two men called my number. I froze in the spot where I stood, unable to take another step. They approached me. Neither one I had seen yet.

  “Your first time, no doubt,” said one, offering me his arm.

  I took it and soon the two of them led me out of the room. I had never had sex with two men at the same time, so I wanted to run again, but was too embarrassed to admit I’d been a fool to come there.

  The woman who had shown me into the house sat at a table. She handed one of the men a key with a pink ribbon hanging from it.

  “Enjoy,” she told us as they led me up a winding staircase.

  We arrived at the first floor. They turned to the left and headed down a hallway. A woman groaned inside one of the rooms we passed. Bedsprings sang out in another. The men stopped in front of a room that had a red cloth tied around its handle.

  “Turn around,” one of the men told me.

  I did as he asked and then bile rose in my throat when I realized they were blindfolding me. I heard the door being opened, and the men helped me inside.

  Realizing I’d made some awful mistake, I wanted to run, but knew that would seem stupid of me. I’d come there of my own free will. I was an adult, and perhaps this would be the best thing that had ever happened to me.

  The room was warm, and I assumed, just like the grand room on the first floor, this too had a roaring fire lit in its hearth.

  One of the man’s lips was upon my shoulder. Then one of them ran his fingers along my collarbone. How long would they keep me blindfolded? One kissed me on top my right breast. The sweetest, lightest touch to my skin. Something was put in front of my mouth.

  “Lick and taste,” said one.

  I pushed out my tongue, coming in contact with something round and smooth.

  “Can you guess what it is?” he asked

  I shook my head. It had barely any taste at all.

  “Then may I suggest you bite into it.”

  I pushed my lips forward, taking it into my mouth, and slowly sank my teeth into it, allowing it to release its juices. By its taste I knew it was a grape.

  “Now you probably know.”

  “Am I correct in thinking it is a grape?”

  “You are,” he said.

  “And how about this? Take a sip,” said the other man. I could tell the difference between them because one had a deeper voice.

  He put what I knew to be a glass near my lips and then gently tipped its contents into my mouth. Wine, very good wine.

  “Red wine?” I asked.

  “Are you sure you were not peeping?”

  I shook my head. I was in total darkness.

  “The blindfold will help you with sensory perceptions and hence your sexual experience will be heightened,” he said, running his hands over the tops of my breasts.

  “These are such fine works of art,” he said before kissing them. “Perhaps we should free you of your dress and undergarments so we can see them in all their splendor.”

  I swallowed. No man besides my husband had seen me naked. Before my marriage to him, I had been a virgin.

  They unbuttoned the bodice of my dress, running their hands over my body as they did so. One set of hands was rougher than the other. I wondered what these men did for a living and who they were. How many women had they brought to this room?

  My dress fell onto the tops of my feet. Despite the room being warm, suddenly a cold breeze brushed my shoulders. I wanted to shudder, but stopped myself in fear they would think I was nervous and an amateur.

  One held my hand, encouraging me to step out of the dress. The other unfastened the clasps on my bodice. One, two, three…they loosened and the bodice fell open, allowing more cool air to invade my body. It was peeled away just as my dress had been.

  Even blindfolded, I could tell the men stood on either side of me, each pulling down my undergarment, freeing my body of the last piece of clothing that offered me privacy. Each one of my leggings was rolled down my legs. They lifted my feet to free me of them, and I realized now I stood naked before them.

  They ran their hands up my thighs, over my mound, my belly and then massaged my breasts as a mouth settled on either side of my face. They tugged my nipples, sending them into a frenzy until they were hard and ached for more of the same. I was certain I had groaned.

  “The lady likes it,” said the one with the deeper voice.

  They played with my breasts, teasing them, scooping them up until I groaned again. Both men blew across them.

  “Where else do you like to be touched?”

  “Everywhere,” I said without thinking. It was true. I craved more of their touch now.

  They ran their hands down my belly, making it quiver. Fingers dove into my pubic hair, pulling it, and then burying in it. One finger slid in between it, grazing my clit. It had not been touched by a man since April almost two years ago. I knew that for certain, because my husband had made love to me the night before his accident. The one that had cut short his life.

  One of the men rubbed it until it throbbed. I groaned again. They lifted me. I held on tight, not sure where they were taking me and then found myself on something soft. A bed perhaps?

  “Lie down on your belly,” said one of them.

  I turned onto my stomach, setting my left cheek on the cover. The bed went down on either side of me, and I guessed they’d now joined me. They ran their hands over my body, down my spine and then over my buttocks. Down my legs and back up again. One of them pushed my legs apart while another set of hands ran up my inner thighs.

  “Here, raise your hips,” said the one with the deep voice.

  I lifted my body and what I knew was a pillow was pushed underneath my hips and belly.

  “A much better view.” That was the one with the deep voice.

  I knew what they were referring to when they mentioned view. My pussy was now on full display. They ran their hands over my butt cheeks, running their fingers over my anus, circling my pussy opening. My juices oozed from within me at the mere thought of one of them being inside me. I gasped when one put his finger deep into my channel.

  “Good and tight, and I am guessing the lady has not been pleasured for a long time.”

  “Does the lady want us to loosen her up a little?” The one with the deep voice spoke close to my ear.

  “I do.”

  I wasn’t sure if they were both taking turns inserting their fingers into me or just one was finger fucking me. I didn’t care, because it felt so heavenly to have my pussy stimulated by someone else besides myself.

  I rested my face on my arm as they plunged deeper and higher. My thighs throbbed and then my pussy did the same. I sensed they would soon bring me to my climax in a few minutes.

  It came upon me sooner then I imagined, perhaps because I’d gone so long without a man’s touch. My legs shook and I cried out onto my arm. They flipped me over onto my back. My breathing gradually went back to normal.

  “Hold out your hand,” said one of them.

  I lifted it.

  “I am Simon,” he said. I wondered if that was his real name. He laid something in my palm. “Close your hand,” he said.

  I did and then realized it was his cock.

  “Feel it,” he said.

  I ran my hands up and down it, knowing it was probably beautiful with its veins standing out. It throbbed in my palm.

  “Let go,” he said.

  It sounded almost like a demand. I loosened my grip.

&n
bsp; “I am Alan,” said the one with the deeper voice. “Hold out your hand again.”

  I did so and something was placed upon it.

  “Grip it, feel it.”

  His cock was bigger, smoother. I think I licked my lips.

  “We’re both going to fuck you, but you have to choose which one takes you first.”

  “Alan,” I said without thinking. Being greedy for the bigger of the two.

  One of them pulled off the blindfold. Both men were naked, but like me still wore their masks.

  Alan shoved my legs apart, went between them and lifted his cock toward my pussy with his right hand. He ran the tip around the entrance of my channel, over my folds and then…

  Dear god, he pushed inside me and I was tight, partly out of not being fucked for so long, partly because I was nervous about having sex with another man, a stranger, of all people.

  Simon got onto the bed too as Alan began a steady thrust inside me. He played with my nipples and kissed the side of my neck and then ran his tongue along my lips as Alan pounded deeper inside me, making my body come alive as I never would have believed it would ever again.

  It was strange, but I thought of Anthony. How I lay awake at night and wished he would break into my room and ravish me, fuck me until I couldn’t take it any longer. I would beg him to stop, but he wouldn’t, knowing full well I didn’t really want him to.

  My pussy pulled and fluttered as the masked face went back and forth, back and forth, over me. The other masked man now was at my chest as Simon sucked my nipple.

  Would Anthony be shocked if he knew I visited a place like this and had been fucked by not one but two strangers? Probably, but he would never know.

  My pussy pulled again, and I realized I was on the verge of a climax. I cried out. Simon kissed me and then Alan came. He pulled out of my pussy. The men changed places, and within seconds it was Simon who was inside me. He made me hot and wet and made me want both of them more and more with each thrust of his hips.

  I lifted my arms and grabbed the pillow while Alan rubbed his cock, obviously trying to get hard again. I came just seeing his hand moving over his member. Simon pounded into me, making me come yet again and then his hot seed was within me. Alan nudged him away, pushing his cock deep inside me. It was more than a woman could ever expect. Two men servicing and pleasuring her.

  I was totally relaxed now. So happy I’d opted to try out the pleasure room. I bit my lip, and my pussy throbbed as Alan pushed his cock deeper and harder within my channel. I wondered who these two men were and if they would select me should I decide to pay a second visit.

  Crying out, I came, not once but twice in quick succession. The last one had taken my breath away, causing me to cough. Alan’s cum filled me and then he pulled out and the two men lay on either side of me, also breathing heavily. They didn’t say anything, but simply climbed off the bed, got dressed and left the room.

  I sat up, grimacing when I realized how sore my pussy was. Out of practice, I told myself as I slid off the bed and put my clothes on. I assumed the protocol was to just simply leave after one had been pleasured. I pulled the drapes slightly away from the window and saw my carriage and driver sitting out front. Two hours had passed without me realizing it.

  I rushed out of the room and down the stairs. The girl who’d shown me into the house sat on a chair.

  “My cloak, please,” I said.

  She nodded and went back to an alcove and retrieved it. I swung it around my shoulders.

  “I hope the club met your every need,” she said.

  It had and more.

  “Yes, absolutely.”

  “Then we can expect to see you again?”

  There was no doubt that once I was in need of sex again, or lingered for Anthony, I would return.

  “Yes, yes, I will.”

  I hurried to the door, almost forgetting to take off my mask as I went through it. I slipped it under my cloak and then approached the carriage.

  Nigel, my driver, jumped down upon seeing me and opened the door. “I hope my lady had a wonderful evening.”

  “In fact, I did. One of the best I have had in a long time.”

  I got into the carriage, and soon we were heading to the house. I rested my head on the side wall, suddenly feeling sated and sleepy, almost like I had when my husband had been alive.

  Chapter Three

  I woke up to sunlight spilling over my bed. I had clearly slept later than usual. I sat up, grimacing again when my pussy ached. In a good way, I should say. I was still in a playful mood and slipped my hand under the sheets and pulled up my nightgown. I ran my fingers over my mound and downward toward my quim. It was still hot and wet. I pushed a finger inside my pussy, feeling its tightness. I remembered Alan and Simon fucking me.

  A knock on my door startled me, causing me to immediately pull my finger out like a child being caught red-handed stealing something.

  “Yes,” I called out.

  “Mr. Anthony is here to visit you.”

  I felt myself blush as if it had been he who had caught me pleasuring myself.

  “Tell him that I will be with him shortly,” I said while getting out of bed. “Offer him tea and even some breakfast if he has not yet eaten.”

  “Yes, my lady.”

  I quickly took off my nightgown and rushed to my wardrobe. I fluffed up my hair and pinched my cheeks, thinking I would wear my light blue dress and keep my hair loose around my shoulders as I did not want to summon one of the servants to help me tie it up.

  I secured my dress and headed outside into the hallway. I made my way down the stairs. Anthony’s voice came from the sitting room. I headed toward it. I arrived as one of the servants handed him a cup of tea.

  “Ah, there you are. And may I say you have a certain glow about you today. I take it you have fully recovered from your headache.”

  “I have.”

  He walked over to me, lifted my hand and kissed the back of it.

  “Shall we sit in the sunroom?” I asked.

  “Let’s, as it’s a beautiful day. I can enjoy my tea in its warmth.”

  We headed through to the sunroom and I sat. My pussy was sore and I must have grimaced.

  “Anything wrong? I mean, I saw you pull a face as you sat.”

  “It’s nothing. My leg was a little sore this morning. I must have slept awkwardly upon it.”

  “Is it something that perhaps requires a doctor?”

  I almost laughed out loud. The thought of a doctor checking out my pussy and declaring it overused, and therefore in need of rest.

  “No, it will be fine.”

  “I hope we are still planning on the masked ball for next Saturday,” said Anthony.

  I took a sip of tea before I spoke. “Yes, of course. I’m looking forward to it.”

  I wouldn’t be able to look at my mask in quite the same way after last night. Every time I saw it I would think of the house in Bayswater, the room. The men and the pleasure they had brought to my body.

  “And your aunt in Bayswater?”

  I almost choked on my tea when Anthony spoke.

  “Are you still planning to pay her a visit?”

  “She is away in the country. Derbyshire, I believe.”

  Anthony nodded. I hated lying to him so much, but I could not let him know about my adventures.

  “Perhaps we can take a ride in the countryside on the weekend.”

  “That would be lovely, and I’ll have a picnic prepared.”

  “I like the sound of that. I must be on my way. I have more preparations to deal with for the ball.”

  He stood, as did I, and I walked with him to the door. Last night had not taken the edge off my lust for my brother-in-law. I thought having sex again would do just that, but if anything today when I looked at him I wanted him more.

  Once again Anthony lifted my hand to his mouth and placed upon it a featherlike kiss that tickled and delighted me.

  “Until Saturday, when I shall be
calling at noon to collect you for our drive and picnic.”

  “I shall be ready and waiting.”

  * * * *

  The following day, I paced up and down in the sunroom. The night in Bayswater had not done anything to squash my libido, if anything it had increased it. I lifted my pearls and swung them back and forth. I would have to return to the club and hopefully be picked again for an evening in the pleasure room.

  This time I wore a black dress with red flowers upon it. The mask was secured once again under my cloak as I exited the carriage. I’d given the driver the same instructions as before and asked him to call back in a few hours. I knocked on the door and the same young woman answered it.

  “Good to see you back again,” she said, letting me inside. She took my cloak and handed me my number. This time I was twenty-two. “You probably know your own way to the main room.”

  I nodded and headed to the left. I opened the door and stepped inside. The place was more crowded than it had been two nights ago. I wandered over to the table housing the punch bowl. I poured myself some and brought the cup to my lips. I wondered if Simon and Alan were there again tonight. I did not recognize their masks, but I did feel someone watching me from the other side of the room.

  I was preparing to mingle when a man’s voice called out twenty-two before he headed toward me. He was tall, and was the person who’d been watching me while I drank.

  He held out his hand. I placed mine upon it and he led me outside. We stopped at the desk.

  “Any chance of room seven? I’m in the mood for some riding,” he said to the woman.

  She handed the key to him. Now I was intrigued by what he’d just said. I went ahead of him, and once up the stairs, he turned to the left and we soon arrived at room seven. He took the ribbon from the doorknob, and we stepped inside. The room was smaller than the other one I’d been in. Another fire burned in the hearth. A riding crop sat on the chair by the bed.

  “Are you ready?”

  I wasn’t quite sure what he had planned, but there was no turning back. He signaled for me to turn my back to him. He secured the blindfold around my eyes, and within seconds, stood behind me, kissing the nape of my neck and fondling my breasts through my dress.