by Selena Kitt
“Open your eyes, bitch!” Regina demanded, the crop coming down with a loud slap over the creamy flesh of the girl’s behind.
“Yes, Mistress!” she gasped, her eyes flying open.
“She’s watching you…” Regina looked over at Tasha, whose eyes flickered between the two of them. “Look into her eyes.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Emily moaned, chewing on her lip now as she rolled her hips against the machine, her eyes meeting Tasha’s. There was a sort of pain there that Tasha couldn’t identify—the pain of being seen? But the redhead moaned and rocked on top of the Motorbunny as Regina turned on the rotation, trying to keep her eyes on Tasha.
“You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?” Regina brought the crop down over the girl’s behind again, making her yelp, her eyes closing involuntarily for a moment.
“Yes, Mistress!” Emily breathed the words, her half-closed eyes focused on Tasha.
“Say it, bitch!” The crop smacked smartly on the redhead’s other cheek. From where Tasha was sitting, she could see a fat red splotch on the woman’s behind.
“Yes, Mistress! I’m a bad girl,” Emily moaned, her smooth, slick pussy lips rubbing against the Motorbunny’s attachment, her clit easing back and forth over the ridge. “A very bad, bad, girl!”
“She can see what a bad girl you are,” Regina murmured, tracing the crop over the redhead’s breasts. “Look, she can see how naughty you’ve been.”
Tasha looked between them, eyes wide, re-crossing her legs and squirming against the hard surface of the chair. Emily’s eyes were on her, pleading, full of some emotion—humiliation? Tasha recognized it with a flush as the woman began to climax.
“Yes, Mistress!” The redhead was coming, the crop lightly slapping at her nipples as she shuddered on top of the machine. “Bad girl, bad girl, bad girl!” she moaned over and over as she bucked on top of the Motorbunny, her nipples gone from pink to cherry red from the slap of the crop. Tasha swallowed hard, pressing the heat of her own pussy against the chair as she watched.
Regina didn’t slow the machine, which kept vibrating under the woman’s shuddering thighs, although Emily begged her to. “Please, Mistress, I can’t stand it—”
“You can.” Regina punctuated her insistence with the crop against the woman’s ass. “And you will.”
“Yes, Mistress!” Emily’s face was pained as the machine hummed under her climax-sensitive clit, the dildo still rotating deep inside her. Regina turned the controls up even further, making the redhead squeal and grab the edges of the machine, digging her nails into the sides. Tasha couldn’t imagine having the controls up so high just after orgasming—it would be the equivalent of sexual torture!
She realized suddenly that that was probably the point as the blonde swung her long boot-clad thigh over the machine, saddling up behind Emily. Regina licked her lips, her eyes closing in pleasure as she rocked her clit over the attachment, nudging her hips up until her pelvis was kissing Emily’s behind. Tasha wondered if, because the redhead couldn’t see her Mistress, Regina was able to outwardly show more pleasure?
“Oh Mistress!” Emily moaned as Regina cupped the redhead’s full breasts, pinching her nipples as they rocked together. “Oh God… oh yes…”
The crop was resting on the table, as were the controls. Regina held the other woman in her arms as they rode together, her fingers twisting and tugging at Emily’s nipples, making her moan and rock even faster.
“Do you like that big cock up inside your pretty little cunt?” The blonde had her mouth pressed to the redhead’s ear. Tasha bit her lip, her own pussy aching to be touched.
“Yes, Mistress!” Emily’s hands reached back for the slim woman’s thighs, gripping the exposed flesh above the edge of her boots. “Oh God yes, yes!”
“Does it make you want to come?”
“Yes, Mistress! Oh, please, yes!” The redhead whimpered, her head going back against the taller blonde’s shoulder. Tasha could see her pussy juices all over the machine, the constant rubbing creating a sticky white froth over the surface.
Regina reached around, searching between Emily’s legs, and opened her labia, finding her clit with her finger. Tasha watched as the blonde lifted just a little, breaking contact between the Motorbunny and the woman’s pussy. Tasha could see all the pink folds of flesh and a thick string of juices running from her pussy to the machine.
“Who does this belong to?” the blonde asked, wiggling her finger over the little bud.
“You, Mistress. It’s all yours.” Emily moaned, and Tasha saw something that was almost a smile flash over the redhead’s lips
“Yes.” Regina, satisfied, used her fingers to spread Emily’s swollen lips, letting her clit come to rest against the Motorbunny again. “I’ll tell you when you can come.”
“Yes, Mistress!” Emily rocked her hips, her hands still gripping Regina’s thighs. The blonde pushed her forward with her own hips, seeking more of the vibration along the attachment with her clit, her fingers back to twisting the redhead’s nipples.
Tasha squeezed her legs together, feeling the thick pulse of her own pussy. Her nipples were hard under her blouse and she let her hand lightly brush over one as she watched them ride, longing to do more.
“Oh, Pet!” Regina moaned, her eyes closed, her mouth open. They were both breathing hard, their bodies slick with their effort, and Tasha knew just what that felt like and wished Ashley were there. The blonde was close to orgasm and she gripped the redhead tight, burying her face in the woman’s hair as she rolled her hips on the machine. “Ohhh fuck, Pet!”
Regina bit down on Emily’s shoulder as she came, her body shuddering them both with the force of it. The redhead gripped her Mistress’ thighs, pulling their quivering length closer. Regina moaned softly, kissing the bite mark she had left. Tasha could see it from where she was sitting.
“Oh Mistress…” The redhead was close, Tasha knew the look. She was trying to hold back. “Oh, Mistress, please…”
“Yes,” Regina murmured, still kissing the woman’s shoulder and neck, her fingers working over her nipples. “Come for me, Pet.”
Tasha didn’t know how Emily could have stopped it. The force of her climax was tremendous, a sudden flood of fluid rushing between the woman’s thighs and over the machine. Tasha could actually see the muscles in the woman’s belly contracting as she came, her whole body arched back against her Mistress.
“Oh, Pet…” Regina sighed, stroking the long, red hair that fell around the woman’s face. “You’ve made a mess all over Tasha’s machine.”
Tasha met the blonde’s eyes and Regina winked at her.
“Yes, Mistress,” Emily panted, eyes still closed, belly fluttering.
Regina snatched up the crop and slapped it hard across the woman’s breasts, making her squeal in surprise. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to punish you for that.”
Emily’s eyes met Tasha’s, the flicker of a smile on her lips. “Yes, Mistress.”
Tasha wondered if she was going to be asked to be present for this second round of punishment. She wiggled in her chair and found herself hoping that she was.
Chapter Eight
“I feel so… exposed.” Ashley pulled at the hem of her short silk robe, which only came to mid-thigh.
Tasha smiled, turning from the mirror and brushing her friend’s hair back over her shoulder. “You look stunning.”
The blush that rose up in Ashley’s cheeks made Tasha’s knees weak. They had taken six inches off her long, gorgeous dark hair, so now it came just past her shoulders. Tasha had made her start wearing her contacts, too, instead of the clunky glasses—but that wasn’t the real change in Ashley. The real change showed in the way she walked, her hips swinging gently, instead of taking those hesitant, shuffling steps. The change showed in how much more she smiled, how bright her eyes were as they followed Tasha around the room.
“You’re the one who looks beautiful.” Ashley touched the curl along Tasha’s cheek, and then
pressed her finger to the side of her mouth, rubbing.
“What?” Tasha glanced in the mirror. “Do I have something there?”
“Not yet.” Ashley leaned in and kissed her there and Tasha smiled, putting her arms around the woman.
“Are you ready?” Tasha met her eyes, searching. “Don’t be scared.”
“I can’t help it.” Ashley took a deep breath. “But you know I’d do anything for you.”
So true. Tasha realized it with a little twinge. “Just follow my lead and do what I tell you.”
“Don’t I always?”
Tasha didn’t answer as she pulled the bathroom door open, listening to the sound of laughter and talking coming from downstairs. It had only taken the contractors three months to finish the basement, just double the time of their claim of “six weeks,” but now they had several private Motorbunny rooms, along with the party room—a fully equipped, 25x12 den of pleasure that she and Ashley were about to enter and christen for the first time.
This was Ashley’s idea, Tasha reminded herself as they made their way down the stairs. Of course, she knew, if they hadn’t been lying in bed together (our bed—the bed I share with Max… she pushed that thought firmly away) while Tasha complained about all the extra work she had been taking on, Ashley never would have had the opportunity to offer her help. She agreed to assist you, not to be your—
What?
Tasha turned and pulled Ashley into a small room to their right. She pressed her into the door, closing them both in the darkness as they kissed. Ashley moaned into her mouth, her knee rising between Tasha’s legs in response, her hands seeking the expanse of skin between skirt and blouse.
“You don’t have to do this, Ash, not if you don’t want to…” Tasha felt her trembling.
“I want to.” Ashley’s finger traced up Tasha’s spine, pressing their bodies closer. Tasha felt the full swell of Ashley’s breasts, her breath coming faster. “It excites me…”
“It excites me, too.” Tasha kissed her again, hard, harder, her tongue pressing, forcing her mouth open to taste her more deeply. The thought of watching her ride the Motorbunny—of course, she’d seen her dozens of times, but never in front of a room full of…
“And then when it’s all over…” Ashley’s tongue flicked the silver hoop in Tasha’s ear. “Max is gone all weekend?”
“I told you.” Tasha felt a twinge of guilt, but the ache between her thighs overrode it. “Business trip.” He didn’t travel often—a few times a year—and the convenience of this trip had been a coincidental gift from the universe, leaving the two women home alone on the eve of their first real sex-machine-party.
“Then I’ll be all yours,” Ashley breathed, her knee pressing higher under Tasha’s skirt, parting her thighs.
Tasha grinned in the dark. “You already are.”
She pulled the door open, going out and expecting Ashley to follow. They passed two more closed doors before they came to the “party” room. The room capacity (taking fire laws into account) was set at twenty, and for the first time, they were completely maxed out. The difference between this party and every other Tasha’d ever held before was that this was the first co-ed venture she’d ever attempted. There were nine men and eleven women, all couples.
The mood of the room was already full of anticipation. The sex machines were each draped with black silk, and there were pillows all over the floor. She had invested in dozens of those “Liberator” wedges, which she and Max had tried out themselves. They certainly lived up to their advertising, lifting her pelvis and offering him much deeper penetration and delicious navigation toward her g-spot. She couldn’t help remembering their “test run” as she saw her neighbor, Chloe, lounging back on one of the wedged pillows with a drink in her hand, talking quietly to her husband.
I already wish I hadn’t invited them. Tasha gave Ray a brief smile when he waved, his eyes bright as he sat up next to his wife. She had been careful to keep the traffic to and from the house down as much as she could to hide what she was doing from the neighbors, but Ray had cornered Kim, the young mother who came to ride at least once a week. She was one of Tasha’s more timid and gullible customers, and Ray managed to get her to tell him all about The Motorbunny Club on the way out one Saturday afternoon.
Word of mouth was her best form of advertising, of course—it wasn’t as if there was a first (or second) rule of Motorbunny Club that they not talk about Motorbunny Club or anything! In fact, Tasha encouraged clients to tell others, but she just wished she could have kept it a little more quiet in the neighborhood. After that, Ray wouldn’t leave her alone, asking all sorts of questions about “The Club,” until he had finally weaseled his way into an invitation.
Tasha looked around at the other couples. Regina and Emily, the two leather-clad lesbians, had become regular customers. The others were various members of The Club with differing attendance rates. There was Holly, the young blonde who had taped a video for her boyfriend, Rick—he was here to experience her on the Motorbunny live for the first time. Kim, the young nursing mother, had brought along her husband, Paul. Kim’s best friend, Nicki, had brought her husband, Tom.
She felt Ashley’s hand squeeze hers and Tasha smiled, a genuine smile this time. Ashley knew about Ray, and the gentle pressure was just a reminder. I’m here, it’s gonna be okay. Tasha took a deep breath, looking around the room. There wasn’t much interaction between the couples—yet—but Tasha knew Ashley’s demonstration would help change that.
“Can I have your attention, everyone?” Tasha used a switch on the wall to turn down the soft music she had piped in from the upstairs stereo. It was subtle, hardly noticeable until it was gone. All eyes were on them then and Tasha could almost feel the heat of her girlfriend’s flush. “I know you’re all anxious to get started…”
“I definitely am now!” Ray gave a hoot, running a hand over his thinning hair as Ashley slipped the black silk robe off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. The other couples tittered and chuckled, except for Regina, the tall, blonde lesbian. Her eyes flashed and fixed on him, narrowing slightly. They were all wearing short, silk robes, similar to Ashley’s, only red, and Regina’s eyes fell on the rising hemline of Ray’s as she sneered at him.
Tasha went on as if he hadn’t spoken. “Most of you have been in The Club for a while, but some of you are new, so we’d like to give you a demonstration of how to use the Motorbunny.” Ashley pulled the black silk covering off the machine on a low table in the middle of the room and swung her leg up over the side to straddle it as Tasha talked, telling them about safety and sanitation. She had already gone over most of it during their informational meeting a week before, but it was good to refresh.
“We have lots of machines for you to try out,” she explained, going around the circle and pulling off the black silk coverings, one by one. There were two other Motorbunnys and four different fucking-machines. There were also various hand-held toys scattered around the room between all of the Liberator wedge pillows. There was also a huge basket of condoms and tubes of KY lubrication in the middle of the room. Behind her, Ashley sat naked on the Motorbunny, waiting.
“But the Motorbunny is still our most popular.” Tasha slapped the back of the machine as if it were the rump of a horse, and the sound made Ashley gasp and Regina chuckle. Tasha’s voice was soft as she spoke just to Ashley, squirting a large amount of KY down onto the shaft. “Up you go.”
Ashley used Tasha’s help to steady herself as she slipped the head of the shaft between her shaved lips. Tasha admired the smoothness of her girlfriend’s skin, remembering how she had shaved her bare just hours ago. Ray gave a low whistle as Ashley sank down, and he craned his neck around his wife’s shoulder to see better. Tasha gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head, her eyes on Ashley’s saying, Never mind him, I’m the only one here, ride it for me, baby… And somehow Ashley heard the message, her body slowly relaxing onto the machine as Tasha picked up the controls.
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sp; “Those of you who have been riding the Motorbunny a while know that it takes time to build up to longer and longer sessions.” Tasha turned on the controls, seeing Ashley bite her lip, her eyes closing at the sensation. “So you might get overstimulated very quickly. Here’s how the controls work.” Tasha turned the vibration up slowly to the maximum, making Ashley’s face twist in pleasure. Her eyes flew open when Tasha began to describe the rotation controls, turning that up as well.
“How’s that feel?” Ray called out over his wife’s shoulder. Chloe flipped her long, dark hair over her shoulder and Tasha tried not to smile as the length of it hit him squarely in the face.
“Good,” Ashley whispered too low for him to hear, closing her eyes again and rocking her hips. Good girl, Tasha thought, watching her begin to ride it, both controls turned up all the way. She knew Ashley couldn’t hold out for long at that speed, and she was right. Ashley’s back arched, her eyelids fluttered, and Tasha had to restrain a nearly overwhelming urge to reach out and tweak her hard, dark nipples as her body began to tremble with her orgasm.
Ashley grasped the front of the machine, her nails digging into the leather cover, her hips rocking as she came. The room was utterly silent except for the hum of the machine and Ashley’s low, trembling moan. Her head fell forward, her hair still long enough to cover her flushed cheeks and quivering breasts. She gave a sweet sigh as Tasha turned the controls down, and the whole room seemed to sigh with her.
“Any questions?” Tasha met Ashley’s just opening eyes. They were still glassy and far away.
“Can I see that again?” Ray waved his hand, grinning, and Chloe made a hushing noise and pushed his hand back down.
“Now it’s your turn.” Tasha nodded at the machine to the left of the couple. “You can watch your wife take a ride.” She suppressed a smile as Chloe quickly clambered up onto the Motorbunny. All of the couples were finding a machine, now, and Tasha helped Ashley down, feeling the slight tremble in her limbs still. She turned her face into Ashley’s ear, whispering, “You were incredible,” and enjoyed the flush that spread over her cheeks.
