Smoke

by C. P. Mandara

  Looking from left to right, my eyes took in the enormous canopies that featured lots of different, shimmering shades – I spotted red, blue, purple, yellow, and finally a green canopy then loomed into view. Making my way inside, all I could smell was sex. It was everywhere. The heady scent was almost intoxicating, and there was so much of it, I became aroused just breathing it in.

  “Which number do you need, slave?” An Asian woman greeted me, and she sat on a small ottoman at the left side of the tent. She was virtually naked, along with the rest of us, bar some small green tassels for her nipples and a velvet green thong. Her accent was thick and vaguely hypnotic.

  “Ten,” I whispered. I had to repeat myself to be heard above the moans of groans of the wanton crowd around me. She then turned to the oiled, naked men lined up on the opposite side of us.

  “Ten, you’ve found your princess. Go and have some fun. You guys have thirty minutes, and then it’s curtain call. Play nicely, darlings.”

  When number ten stood up, my heart stopped beating. He was black, he was ripped, and he had the kind of cock you could play baseball with. I kid you not. Completely losing the power of both speech and movement, it took several seconds for me to realise he'd taken hold of my hand. When he tugged it, and I didn't move, he simply picked me up with his massive biceps and walked through the second set of velvet drapes towards the interior of the tent.

  The man might have been a giant, but he lowered me towards the floor as if I’d been crafted from Lalique glass. Nestling me between the luxurious folds of several thick, fake-fur throws, he gently split my thighs wide open and ran his fingers down the inside of my leg. In return, I looked up at him in awe.

  “Where are you from?” I whispered, trying to be heard over the moans and groans that were being uttered all around me.

  My giant got down slowly to his knees and made short work of covering my body with his own. Bending down towards my ear, he mumbled, “No questions. We’re not allowed to talk.”

  “What are we allowed to do?” I said softly, blatantly ignoring his instructions and wondering if there would be repercussions.

  "Behave." His tongue lapped at my ear, and I shuddered. If I wasn't much mistaken, I had an African God on top of me who was about to supercharge my love life very shortly. Call me bad, but I was pretty excited at the prospect.

  “Just lie back and try to keep still, okay? You’ll get your turn to move later.”

  That was all the encouragement I needed. My giant attached his magnificent mouth to the crazy pulse at the base of my neck, and if it was hammering out rock ‘n roll to start with, it wasn’t long before the beat turned to trance.

  I snuggled down into the throw and let him take the lead. I was pretty sure I could get used to this sex slave thing. The only slight worry I had was at the size of the erection currently pressing up against my stomach. That could be a problem. On the plus side, everything else was a go.

  While his mouth worked a delightfully slow, wet, and wicked path down my body, his hands were also on the move. At first, they caressed the nape of my neck in soft little circles, trying to relax and soothe, but I can tell you now that wasn't happening. Every body part that mattered was sending blood down to my clit, and that was just fine by me. The fingers were soft and languid, working the flesh beneath them with a careful thoroughness that was both arousing and frustrating. It was great, but it wasn't enough. Kisses and caresses were all very well, but I wanted more – a whole lot more. Trying to convey my point across to my giant without talking, I began squirming madly beneath him, but he didn't take this as a hint to hurry.

  On the contrary, his fingers became softer as they roamed up and down my skin, offering a little pinch and nip here and there, but nothing substantial enough to do damage. I wanted that little spark of pain. James had figured that out very early in our partnership, but would I be so easily read by everyone else?

  The giant’s hands flittered across my nipples, and if they hadn’t already been standing on end, they would have been now. His touch was nothing more than teasing licks and flicks of his fingertips, and it wasn’t enough. My squirming obviously wasn’t conveying the message that I was hot and damn near ready to explode, so I began bucking my hips up and down in earnest.

  In response, I got a chuckle and his hot mouth on my left nipple. It was a fair exchange, in my opinion, as we had thirty minutes to kill, but my clitoris thought otherwise.

  Ten toyed with each teat playfully at first, alternating between them both, laving gently at the points before swirling his tongue around in delicious circles. It sent spiralling cords of heat to the parts that mattered. When he bit down gently on my nipple, my back arched high off the covers, but it wasn't to deter him – it was to encourage more of the same. Thankfully my giant was well versed in female body signals because he took that as a cue to bite a little bit harder. Then, his hands sought lower pastures, going down past my hips and reaching for my inner thighs. Wriggling around on the covers beneath me with a massive cock straining against my legs, I began to wonder if I was in heaven. James had been trying to dissuade me from this? It seemed pretty incredible from where I was standing right now.

  Number ten's hands were stroking my thighs, his fingernails lightly grazing my flesh, and each time they brushed up the expanse of my leg they came a little bit closer to their intended target. He had me panting in no time, and we'd hardly done anything yet! Maybe this was the James effect. After he'd tormented me all week, I was destined to go off like a rocket, and I, for one, couldn't wait for the explosion.

  Ten wasn’t the only one playing, though. During this time, my hands couldn’t stay still. I’m a firm believer in reciprocation, and my fingers were exploring all the in’s and out’s of the giant’s firmly delineated buttocks. They were as hard as rock. The bulging muscles forming his glutes nearly made me dribble. He must have had to work out for hours every day. A body like this would take years of work to hone into shape.

  All thoughts suddenly left my head when his fingers finally reached the madly throbbing nub between my legs. Yes. This was precisely where I wanted him. More, more, more, I silently begged. The beast started slowly, of course. Nothing more than a light caress of his fingers every now and then, which was maddening. Then there were little pinches and nips, which had me drooling in heat and crushing his erection as tightly as I could between our two slick bodies. It didn’t make him move any faster, but it made me feel better.

  When his fingers stopped squeezing me, I swear my clitoris was at least twice the size it had been before we'd begun. Moaning out loud at the loss of contact, the sound suddenly became strangled in my throat when his finger entered me. It was a very thick, long, and practiced finger. It did all sorts of incredible things to my insides, most of which should have been illegal. When he put two inside me, I think I swallowed my tongue. Thankfully, talking seemed to be overrated in my new occupation.

  The slick friction of his fingers worked me over again and again. I swear I could have come several times over, but he seemed to have a sixth sense where that was concerned and slowed down each time I neared that elusive pinnacle.

  Basically, the man had me right where he wanted me. It wasn’t long before my eyes were glowing like stars and my hair was a wild bronzed halo that glittered around my head. The shadows on the wall of the tent danced with a liquid fluidity that seemed to be one entity moving in and out of itself, always changing pattern and direction. If the room had been warm when I entered, now it was a seething, boiling pot of melting flesh that someone was constantly stirring. I had sweat dripping down my neck when I felt the first slide of his magnificent cock beneath me. A moment of apprehension followed as I wondered if he would fit inside me, but for the time being, he seemed happy to torment me with the merest inch or two. As I was dripping wet, my body put up little resistance to his advances, and for the longest time, he seemed content to do exactly that. In the end, it was me who was trying to guide him further inside me, to satisfy the nag
ging ache that had been plaguing me all week. My fingers closed around his thick oiled length and squeezed tightly, before slowly working him up and down. Was he as hungry for sex as I was? Could I convince him to grind me into the ground, while he slammed me all the way to the pearly gates and back? It was worth a try.

  "Can I suck you? Please let me suck you." My voice was ragged with deliciously rough edges, and it sounded like sex itself. Desire can do crazy things to the human body. It can easily circumnavigate the brain and bring out all those baser instincts you never thought you had. Here was me, offering to suck the biggest cock I had ever seen, and not only was I not nervous, but I was also almost on my knees in anticipation.

  In response to my question, the giant gripped my throat in mock annoyance, but there was a small smile on his face. He thought about my request for a minute, which was kind of insulting, but then he said, “Why not? At least that will keep you quiet for the time being.” He had a good point.

  Ten laid down on the floor, flat on his back so I could get to work. Honestly, there was no point in him kneeling for me, because I'd almost have to dive down upon his cock to suck it that way. On his back, I at least stood a fighting chance.

  Surveying my prize, his skin glowing like molten chocolate in the half-light of the candles, I licked my lips. Where should I start? Perhaps I’d treat him to the same, leisurely pace that he had shown me. Slow and steady wins the race, or so I’d been told. Bending down towards him, I let my hands roam over his body, revelling in the smooth, shiny texture the oil had given him. My lips planted kisses here and there, but nothing more than butterfly wings brushed his skin - until I bit him. Though he didn’t rise, I could see the sharp lines that twisted on his face. Interestingly enough, he didn’t stop me, though the bite had been hard. Could it be that he liked pain just as much as I did, or should I play the game a little more cautiously?

  Obviously, I threw caution to the wind. I only had thirty minutes, and I intended to get all that I deserved in that time – one way or another. So I gave him just as much foreplay as he had treated me to, and then some. When I finally got around to sucking his cock, I opened my mouth as wide as it would go and hoped for the best. Inch by slow inch, I struggled to get that monster inside me, but I am nothing if not determined. Even though the wriggling snake before me was now cutting off my air supply, I kept going. I could do this. I would do this.

  His hands were between my legs as I worked. It distracted me from my dwindling oxygen supply, and as far as encouragement went, it was a pretty good incentive to continue what I was doing. Having got about four, thick inches inside me, I found I could go no further, but I figured if I worked him over a couple of times, eventually my throat would adjust around him. I was under no illusion that I'd get the whole thing in my mouth, but I was going to give it my best shot. Up and down I worked that baby, covering him in my saliva so my mouth could glide over him with ease. Eventually, I figured there were a good five inches down my throat and I had my hands at the base of his cock, trying to cover the rest.

  To excite him further, I gripped him in a tight fist and made slow twisting movements in time with my mouth. Salty pre-cum was dripping from his tip, so I hoped I was on the right track. Working a little faster, I got my first groan of pleasure from him with this technique. It inspired me. Moving my head faster and harder over him, I squeezed him with my mouth as tight as I could. It might have been exhausting work, but it was damn good fun, too. The trouble was, the man didn’t seem to want to come. No matter what I threw at him, his cock didn’t do much more than twitch in my mouth. Just when I thought I could go on no longer, I found myself blinded by harsh lights that seemed to pop out from all around us.

  The Asian lady who had greeted me at the front of the tent was now standing in the middle of thirty or so writhing bodies, and she was clapping her hands together loudly. It kind of spoiled the moment. I hadn't had my fun yet. If she was about to tell me our time was up, I was going to be very put out.

  “Well done, slaves. Everyone looks like they’ve enjoyed themselves. Now it’s time to get ready for the big event, which will be starting in about thirty minutes. So file out quickly, girls to the left, boys to the right and we’ll get you on stage in no time.”

  Inwardly, I sighed loudly. Yes, I’d kind of figured there would be no orgasm for me, but a girl could hope. Still, all of the others appeared to be smiling, so I guessed I might as well play my part. Before I knew what had hit me, I was in a long line of girls queued up behind a large black door. Oh God, this was really happening.

  Nerves quickly replaced my acute frustration, and that was an impressive feat in itself. Thankfully, I wasn't the only one who feared walking through that door. The rest of the girls were also hopping from foot to foot while wringing their hands together. Everyone was looking all around them, and most of us were probably wondering what the hell was going to happen next. I knew I was.

  Thankfully, it didn't take long for us to find out. A team of stylists were already marching through the door armed with their war paint, powders, and brushes. None of us were immune, and we all got a little touch up here and there, as well as a few other things. Namely the addition of some nipple suckers, and a vibrating clamp on our clit. Never mind the nerves, my body immediately went back into super-charged arousal mode. I could have howled. Trying to crane my neck to find out what was happening at the front of the line, I could see several men with yards and yards of hemp rope. They began to wind it around everyone's feet in a figure of eight mode. Ankle to ankle, the rope coiled around our legs and held us fast. Movement would be severely restricted like this, and when you considered that you'd be roped to the girl in front, as well as the one behind, I could potentially see a health and safety nightmare, but these guys seemed fine with the arrangement.

  Letting my eyes stray to the left, I saw the boys were being treated in a similar fashion. The first five had already been roped into a sideways line, and some lucky women were smothering them in oil while fondling their pretty impressive appendages. When they had them standing as tall and stiff as a flagstaff, a little ring of clear rubber was then attached to the base of their cock. James had told me this was a ‘cockring' and that it was used to increase the length of an erection. Whatever it was, it had my vote. They were also sporting nipple clamps, just like us. So we were pretty much all revved up and ready to go – or so I thought.

  "Right slaves, it's nearly time to greet your public out there, and let me tell you there's an impressive crowd waiting for you tonight." Our heads all swivelled around to the front where a very slim, smart lady was brandishing a clipboard in the air. She wore a bright red pencil dress with an oversized, studded black belt and matching pumps. Her platinum blonde hair was scraped up into a bun, and not a wisp was out of place. Clearly, this lady was in charge, so I listened carefully.

  “We’re going to take the clamps off in a moment and pop a little blusher in some sensitive spots, but I’m sure you’ll enjoy that. While we’re waiting for the clamps to do their work, though, I have another task for you. If you could all sidestep towards me, both boys and girls, until both lines are side by side and nearly touching, that would be fantastic. Don’t worry, all the helpers will move with you.” She watched on as we began to obey her orders, albeit a little awkwardly at first with our feet tied together.

  "That's it, take it nice and slow. We don't want any injuries at this stage in the proceedings." She continued beckoning us together with her hands, encouraging us to get closer. We obliged. When she deemed we were close enough, she then banged on her clipboard. "Excellent. That's perfect. Now we're going to play a little game. It's called ‘Hide the lubricant.' Everyone is about to be handed some lube. Your partner, whoever is standing opposite, is about to make sure that all your secret spots are ready for action. Be generous, slaves! We have plenty of the stuff to go around. As there are more girls than boys, the staff will help out down the bottom of the line, or some of the girls can double up. So, let's get
those fingers busy, people. Oh, and there's no pressure, but I'm coming round to make sure you all do it correctly." I almost rolled my eyes. No pressure indeed.

  Before I knew what was happening, bottles of lube were being passed up the line, and one was being pressed into my hands. My partner was a tanned, European guy, and while he wasn't a giant like ten, he was still drop dead gorgeous in a Chris Hemsworth kinda way. I would have been hard pressed to choose between them, lets put it that way.

  “You first or me?” I whispered. Although I knew we weren’t supposed to talk, I hadn’t figured out how to communicate without the use of my voice. Clearly, European man had. He pointed to himself, which still left me none the wiser. Did that mean he wanted to go first, or did that mean he wanted me to do him first? Arrghh.

  “Oh!” That was yet another unauthorised use of my voice as two of his fingers were being gently thrust inside me. European guy patted my thighs, indicating that I should spread my legs further, and I obliged. Maybe I wasn't so bad at reading signals after all. His smooth body kept accidentally rubbing against me as he tried to lose half a bottle of lube inside my pussy. I wasn't complaining. His work was careful, thorough, and pretty fucking amazing. When he was satisfied that I was so wet he could have parked a car inside there, he began working on hole number two. Hot damn. I’d forgotten all about that one.

  Thankfully, he was a little gentler as he dipped his fingers between my ass cheeks. At first, I could barely feel his touch because he just rubbed a long line of lube between my two entrances. Gliding back and forth, over and over again, it wasn’t long before I was aroused to fever pitch once more. His piercing blue eyes held me in place as he worked me over, and all I could do was groan at the unfairness of it all. If there wasn’t an orgasm in store for me at some point this evening, I swear I was going to weep. When his finger finally entered my ass, I was almost begging to be filled, my hips rocking with each sweet lunge of his hand. One finger became two, two became three, and before I knew what was happening my fingers were around his cock. It was only when he shook his head and pointed to the bottle in my hand that I realised my mistake. Pay attention, Lois. You’re supposed to be working here.