Made For Sex

by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

  “She’s quite a woman,” Steve said. “And obviously a good friend.”

  “Yes.” Fran’s knees shook with the reality of what she was considering.

  “Do you trust me?” Steve asked.

  She nodded. She trusted Carla, and through her, she trusted Steve and all the people in the room. She knew that Carla wouldn’t play with anyone who wasn’t completely dependable. But that wasn’t the issue. Could she trust herself? Did she have to?

  “It’s all right. Tell me how far you’ve gone into this kind of play. Have you ever been tied up?”

  “Yes,” Fran said, her eyes on her hands which rested nervously in her lap.

  “Did you enjoy being helpless?”

  “Yes.”

  “But with me you wouldn’t be tied. You’d be helpless because you want to belong to me. Because you want the ecstasy that you know I can give you. Do you understand that?”

  “Yes.”

  “You will do what I say, behave the way I tell you to, here, in public. You will answer all my questions, calling me Sir Steve at all times and you will speak only when I tell you to. And you will do it all because it will be the greatest pleasure you can imagine. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” Fran said, “but tell me one thing. Why?”

  “Why for me?”

  “Yes.”

  Steve stared at her, his eyes boring into her very soul. “Oh God, you can’t imagine how excited I am at the prospect of introducing you to all the things we can experience here tonight.” Steve took Fran’s hand and placed it in the crotch of his buttery-soft leather pants. He was erect, hard, hot. “That’s why.”

  Fran looked at this man who was asking for her complete trust and surrender. He was strong, powerful, commanding, yet there was a softness, an understanding in his eyes. She reached up and untied the ribbon from around her neck. As she did so, she watched Steve’s eyes. He was almost glazed with lust. She put the ribbon into his hand and listened to his breath catch in his throat. “I don’t know what to do,” she said, then added, “Sir Steve.”

  He cleared his throat and snapped, “Stand up.”

  Fran stood, trembling but incredibly hungry. “Take that dress off,” he ordered.

  Fran reached down, grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head in one smooth move. She watched Steve’s eyes roam over her body, now clad in a white lace bra with matching panties, and white thigh-high hose. “Take off your jewelry. All of it. It makes you proud and that’s not allowed.”

  Fran removed her earrings and watch, the only jewelry she was wearing and dropped them into her purse.

  “Your hair. I want it loose.”

  Her fumbling fingers pulled the comb and pins from her French knot and then she slid them through the newly released blond strands. She stood, watching his eyes possess her body. “So tiny,” he moaned. “Take the bra off.”

  Fran felt a moment of panic about her small breasts. In for a penny, she thought, unhooking the clasp.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered. She knew he was saying those things for her benefit. No top, she reasoned, would say complimentary things to a new bottom, and she was glad he was helping her.

  She watched him take a deep breath. “Take off the panties,” he said, rising, “but leave the stockings. And wearing high heels is usually a privilege reserved for special women but I like the way they make your legs look so you may continue to wear them for the moment. Say thank you.”

  As Fran pulled off her panties, she whispered, “Thank you.”

  “You made two mistakes. First, you always call me Sir. Second, you never whisper. You thank me in a loud voice for whatever I do to you.”

  Loudly, she said, “Thank you, Sir Steven.”

  “Deirdre,” he called, “come here.”

  The woman she had seen only from a distance walked over. She was barefoot, and Fran now saw that the blue teddy was a size too small, forcing her large breasts to spill over the top. “This is Nicki. She’s mine for this evening. Welcome her.”

  With no warning, the woman put her arms around Fran and kissed her full on the lips, her breasts rubbing against Fran’s. It was all Fran could do not to push her away, and her reluctance must have showed.

  “So, that’s how it is,” Steve mused aloud. “Good. It pleases me to use the things a woman doesn’t yet like.” He walked toward the center of the room. “Follow me.”

  Fran walked behind Steve, with Deirdre behind her.

  Steve moved a few chairs around until there were several grouped around a large wooden coffee table. “Sit,” he said to Fran, pointing to the table. “And the rest of you, gather round.” Several men and women settled into the chairs and Deirdre sat at Steve’s feet.

  “Nicki has consented to remove her ribbon for me and she’s mine for tonight. She’s never done anything like this before so I want anyone who enjoys initiations to join me. But only to watch unless I say otherwise.” Tops talked eagerly while their bottoms, both male and female, settled into obviously accustomed positions. “Now, Nicki, sit on the table. We first have to clean you up.”

  Fran sat demurely on the edge of the table. “No.” Steve pushed her back into the center of the table, then grabbed her ankles and put her feet onto the table with her knees spread, her cunt clearly visible to all. She supported herself straight-arm with her hands on the table behind her and her heels hooked into some carving in the edge of the table. Steve slid his finger through her slit and leered at her. “She’s soaking wet.” As if on cue, a man arrived with a pan, a towel and several other items which he handed to Steve.

  “Wonderful,” someone said.

  “Can I have Gerry do it?” one man asked, patting the head of the slender black man who rested his face on the man’s thigh. “He’s got the softest touch.” He stroked his cleanly shaven face, then rubbed his crotch suggestively.

  “All right,” Steve said, “but if he hurts her in any way, both you and Gerry will answer to me. And you know what that means.”

  “Of course, Steve.” The man motioned to Gerry, who stood up. “Shave her.”

  Shave her? Fran gulped. Did she really want to have her pussy shaved? She could, of course, say no, but then Steve would be disappointed and it just wouldn’t be the same from then on. She wanted to please Steve and prove herself worthy of his time and energy. And it sounded kinky.

  “And,” Steve said to two of the men in the audience, “maybe you’d better distract her while Gerry works.”

  Fran watched as Gerry picked up a pair of scissors and clipped all her pubic hairs very short. As he reached for a can of shaving foam, she felt men approach her from both sides, fastening mouths on her erect nipples. The sucking and biting filled her mind, so she barely felt Gerry soap and quickly dispose of all her pussy hair. “She’s getting really juicy,” Gerry said, laughing from between her legs. “It’s difficult not to slip.”

  There was the sound of a slap and someone barked, “You forget your place.”

  “I’m so sorry, Master,” Gerry said, and Fran felt the soap wiped from her skin while the mouths remained fastened on her breasts. Warm water trickled over her cunt. “Lick it dry, Gerry,” a voice said, and Fran felt a tongue on her now-hairless mound.

  She should be humiliated, with men sucking and licking at her while others watched, a few making ribald comments. Yet the pleasure was overwhelming, leaving no room for negative feelings.

  “All right, everyone,” Steve said. “I don’t want her to come yet, so you’d better stop.”

  The mouths were gone.

  “Get the mirror so she can see what a shameless slut she is,” he said. Someone positioned a full-length mirror so Fran could see herself. The sight that greeted her made her gasp. Her pussy, framed by her white stockings, was naked, pink and glistening with her own wetness. Her breasts were swollen, the nipples damp and erect. Her hair was wild around her face. She was a bitch in heat, startled at the obvious extent of her own hunger.

  “Stand up,
slut.”

  She stood.

  “Let’s see just how much of a slut you are.” He opened the front of his leather pants and pulled out his erect cock. “I’m too hot to have the necessary patience so get on your knees and suck me off.”

  She quickly knelt down and took his cock into her mouth. She fondled his balls and used her nails on the underside of his shaft. Almost immediately she felt his ass muscles tighten. She reached around and cupped his cheeks as she created a strong vacuum and pulled back, holding his cock in her mouth with the force of her sucking.

  With her nails digging into his ass cheeks, he came in her mouth with a roar. Only a few drops of his come escaped her lips.

  “You’re losing your stamina,” a voice called.

  “Yeah, Steve. You wouldn’t have lasted two minutes in the contest.”

  “Not with a talented little cocksucker like this working on my dick,” he said, laughing. “Now I’ll be able to wait until later to fuck her brains out.” He tucked his now-flaccid cock back into his pants.

  “Test her submission,” someone said.

  “Yes, test her.”

  “I can test her, Master.” The voice was Deirdre’s.

  “Did you speak without my permission?” Steve said to her.

  Deirdre’s gaze dropped to the carpet. “I’m sincerely sorry, Sir Steve,” she said, kneeling at his feet and hugging his legs. He pushed her away and she sat on the floor beside him.

  “Slips like that usually merit punishment, but I’m feeling lenient,” Steve said, reaching down and pinching Deirdre’s nipple. “And just remember that she’s not anyone for you to worry about.” He stroked her cheek. “You will always be mine. She’s only a diversion for this evening.” He tipped her face up and kissed her on the lips. “Always mine, my love.”

  Fran watched Deirdre’s face light up. It must be difficult, Fran thought, to be as obviously in love as Deirdre was, yet watch Steve play with another woman. But she was also delighted at his consideration of Deirdre’s feelings.

  “Have you ever been with a woman, Nicki?” Steve asked.

  Fran swallowed hard. “No, Sir Steve.”

  “Then that’s a good test. Stand up.” He motioned to Deirdre. “You too.”

  The two women stood, facing each other. “Now hold each other, and rub your tits together. Deirdre, you know what I like to see.” He reached over and cupped the woman’s breasts, lifting them out of the cups of the teddy. Her large almost-purple nipples were fully erect.

  Deirdre wrapped her arms around Fran’s waist. Since she was several inches taller, her large breasts rubbed the tops of Fran’s naked tits. Fran inhaled Deirdre’s soft fragrance and smelled the scent of their combined lust. She placed her face close to the other woman’s neck and whispered, “This is only for tonight. I promise I’ll never see him again.” She paused, then added, “He’s obviously in love with you.”

  Deirdre leaned down and pressed her lips to Fran’s. “Truly?” she purred within the embrace. “You really think so?”

  “Yes,” Fran said truthfully.

  Deirdre smiled as her tongue licked along the joining of Fran’s lips, inviting them to part. The kiss was gentle, almost loving and, when Fran’s lips parted the kiss deepened. She was kissing a woman like a lover, Fran realized. It was very confusing.

  “Nicki, I want you to lick Deirdre’s tits so we all can watch.”

  “But Sir Steve,” Fran said, “I don’t know how.”

  “Of course you do. You like it when men suck your tits, so just do what you enjoy. Does it embarrass you?”

  Fran looked at the floor. “Yes, Sir Steve, it does.”

  His grin was wide and genuine. “Good. Do as you’re told.”

  Fran took a deep breath, then lowered her mouth to one of Deirdre’s large breasts. Tentatively, she licked the erect nipple. Deirdre must have put scent between her breasts because when Fran inhaled she smelled a soft, flowery aroma.

  “Come on, Nicki. You must enjoy having your tits sucked better than that. Stop. Let Deirdre show you.” Steve pulled out an overstuffed chair. “Sit down, Nicki.”

  Fran walked to the chair, marveling at the slutty feeling of her shaved pussy. She sat on the chair. “Now lean back and spread your legs.” She obeyed. “Now, Deirdre, show her how to suck titty.”

  Deirdre knelt between Fran’s spread thighs and fondled her breasts. She pinched her nipples and Fran was surprised at how easily she became more aroused. She watched Deirdre’s long red fingernails flick over her buds and knead the flesh of her tiny breasts. Then Deirdre’s mouth fastened on her right nipple.

  Somewhere in her mind, Fran accepted that this was a woman laving, sucking, biting her, and it felt wonderful. It was a hot, hungry mouth and whether it was a man or woman mattered less and less as excitement coursed through her. The mouth moved to her other nipple and, while the mouth sucked, fingers pinched and pulled. Fran moved her hips trying to ease the ache between her legs. Touch me, rub me, she thought, but she knew enough about Sir Steve to say nothing.

  “Oh that’s so hot to watch,” a voice said. “I love to see two lezzies sucking tit.”

  Not lesbians, Fran thought. Just seekers of pleasure. She cupped the back of Deirdre’s head and held the woman’s face against her.

  “Now switch places and let’s see what Nicki’s learned.”

  Quickly Deirdre settled in the chair and Fran knelt between her knees. The breasts she gazed at were full and so much larger than hers. She touched, lifted and held the flesh, so soft and full in her hands. She leaned over and tentatively licked one brown nipple and, as she blew on the wet skin, she watched the bud contract and tighten. With increasing confidence she sucked the turgid tip into her mouth and flicked her tongue over it.

  As she felt Deirdre move beneath her mouth, she bit down on the tip, holding it with her teeth and pulling backward. She heard the woman groan so she bit just a little harder. Nails scratched down her back and held her shoulders. She moved to the other nipple and repeated her actions. God, she thought as Deirdre moaned, it was good to be able to give this much pleasure, to a man or a woman.

  “I would love to watch this more,” Steve said, “but I have other plans.” He grabbed Fran’s shoulder and pulled her back onto her haunches.

  “But it’s so lovely to watch,” someone said. Fran looked over and saw a small man with thick glasses, with a woman openly fondling his cock.

  “Paul,” Steve said, “will you lend me Maddy so she can tend to Deirdre’s pleasure? That way you all can continue to watch and I can play with my little toy.”

  Paul chuckled and gave Maddy, his slave, some hasty instructions. While the two women made themselves comfortable in the chair, Steve told Fran to kneel on the table. She complied, placing her knees and elbows on the pillows a tall man provided.

  “Gentlemen,” he said to the audience, “you might be interested in helping me. This little lovely has never had her ass penetrated and I intend to take that particular cherry this evening. I want her really hot.”

  “I’ll donate Jose,” a woman said. “Use him as you want.”

  “And I’ll give you Bill.”

  Steve quickly told the two men what he wanted and the two moved to opposite sides of the table. Each man placed his head beneath Fran’s chest and took a tightly hanging breast in his mouth. Two mouths. It was heaven. Then a hand was playing with her pussy, rubbing over the now-smooth skin. “She’s very wet and slippery, but not hot enough yet. Maybe she needs a mouth on her cunt.”

  “Oh let me,” a female voice said. Fran shuddered as a talented mouth found her clit. Now she had three mouths sucking, licking, playing with her body, driving her higher. Her thighs trembled and she could barely keep her balance on her knees.

  “Is she close?” Steve asked.

  “A few more moments,” the female voice said, then her tongue thrust into Fran’s channel. In and out, the tongue fucked her.

  “She’s really hot,” the woman said ag
ain, “and I can keep her just at the edge of climax until you’re ready.”

  “Good. Do that. But there will be hell to pay if you make her come.”

  A female chuckle. “No problem.”

  “Nicki, raise your head and watch what I’m doing.” Fran looked up and saw that Steve was covering his cock with a condom, then adding a large handful of lubricant. “I’m going to fuck your ass. I will be gentle, but it’s going to hurt momentarily.” His voice softened and dropped. “Trust me.”

  She nodded almost imperceptibly. Then Steve moved behind her, the three mouths still working on her body. She felt something cold and slippery being rubbed on her ass. How was he doing that while the woman’s mouth still sucked on her clit?

  Then a finger began to invade her ass. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling just a fullness and a stretching. “Oh,” Steve groaned, “so tight.”

  The finger slowly massaged her rear passage, reaching deep into her, then withdrawing. Again and again the finger invaded, then it was joined by a second one. She was stretched and it hurt, but somehow the pain wasn’t spoiling her pleasure. Rather it was adding to it, dividing her brain between her breasts, her clit and her ass.

  “It’s time, my dear. What you’re going to feel now is my cock.”

  The fingers were removed and replaced with a larger force pressing against her ass. Never, she thought. It will never fit.

  Slowly the tip slid in and held still just inside her rear passage. It hurt a lot, but then suddenly something in her body released and the pain eased. She was filled. So filled. The invading cock slowly penetrated more deeply.

  “Oh God,” Steve moaned. “Such a tight, hot ass.” He pumped a few times, then held still deep inside her. “I want to feel her come,” he said.

  The mouth moved from her pussy and fingers lightly pinched her clit. Then several fingers, Fran had no idea whose, filled her cunt. She could hold back no longer. With several fingers fucking her cunt and her ass filled with Steve’s cock, she came, wave after wave of orgasm rocking her. “God, oh God,” Steve cried. With a few sudden thrusts he came as well.