The Lottery

by Alexandra O'Hurley

  Evernight Publishing

  www.evernightpublishing.com

  Copyright© 2010 Alexandra O'Hurley

  Cover Artist: Dara England

  Editor: Stephanie Taylor

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  DEDICATION

  To my mother—for always being there when I need you. To my daughter —for making me laugh every day. To Michelle —for being the greatest best friend who understands girls' day out can sometimes be trumped by deadlines. And to Corrine and Nikki—thanks for reading and listening—it is much appreciated.

  The Lottery

  Alexandra O'Hurley

  Copyright © 2010

  Chapter One

  June 2106

  Ethan peered around the room, ambivalent to the debauchery surrounding him—legs and arms circled around bare chests and rears, all writhing together in one large sea of flesh as tongues licked, mouths sucked and cocks filled every available inch possible. Having been down this road too many times, the mass of bare skin was not what interested him at all, but the large number of males brought in to this party. Even though this was not his first orgy, he had never seen so many men in one spot before.

  His first had been when he was seventeen and he and two other teenage males not much older than he, had been the only ones there to service about twenty women. But with the shortage of men in this day and age, he soon learned that would be the norm. He would be expected to fuck as many women as possible on a regular basis, and be able to maintain the rapid pace at all times. Such was the life of a sex slave.

  But tonight was different. There had to be at least fifteen males there this evening, counting him, and only thirty women. He had heard rumors of “block” parties over the years, where women of excessive means could test drive new, young studs without owners and then they would be available for sale later on the proverbial auction block. Most of these males were younger, and many were on the premises when he arrived, so he was unsure how many may or may not have owners already.

  Searching the crowd a bit more, he finally focused on Ophelia. Her mouth full of cock, and her ass and pussy filled with even more, moaning in ecstasy, she was oblivious to anyone but herself, as usual. Ethan grimaced. She never sucked his cock, as she was one of the most self-centered mistresses he had ever been owned by. She demanded his obedience and usually made him service her with his mouth, only to leave him with a raging hard-on as she walked out the door. Often saying that true male pleasure was a myth, she would smile, slap his cock and walk away, a smug laugh coming from her vile mouth. That was just her way.

  Not that he couldn’t pleasure her with his dick, of course. His cock was large and after twelve years of fucking his way to the top, he was quite a skilled lover, always in demand. She often lost control of herself when he got the opportunity to fuck her, but therein lay the problem. Control was important to her, so, she had gotten to a point where she only demanded oral pleasure from him. Then she could direct nearly every move, and also walk away when she was done. And in the two years he had lived under her roof, she had never, ever returned the favor.

  He could really have cared less if she ever gave him head, but after two years of being left to care for his own needs after taking care of hers, was it too much to ask for a blowjob?

  Watching the boy, not much out of his teen years, howling from the pleasure of her mouth made him angry. But after all his time served, he felt owed. It had come to the point that he hated Ophelia, and he knew that the time to leave her was quickly approaching. He could barely stand the sight of her.

  If this truly was a block party, then maybe he would be the one left. It would serve him right for being too lazy to leave her before now. He could have walked out of the door at any moment, since his contract with Ophelia had been up for a few days now, but neither of them had brought that fact up. The thought of having to be broken in by a new woman, one that potentially could have been as mean, as sadistic, or even worse than Ophelia, did not sound appealing either.

  At least he knew after two years what depths her depravity fell to, and there was little to no surprises with her at this point. It had almost gotten routine. Tied to the bed and spanked on Mondays. Provide her with oral on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Fuck her ugly friend Jasmine while she watched and directed on Wednesdays. The weekends were usually spent parading him around the multitude of social events on her calendar, usually boring operas and symphonies. Fundraisers, art galas, and the like; they all drove him absolutely insane. Coming to this orgy was the most interesting thing Ophelia had ever done, yet he was still bored. He yawned while perusing the crowd.

  A nude, lithe blonde strode by as he glanced over the crowd, running her hand along his flanks and up his chest. She stopped before him, grasping his cock in one hand, weighing his balls in the other. Smiling, she pressed her face close to his chest and ran her tongue from one nipple to the other before nuzzling the small sprig of coarse hair nested between the two with her nose.

  “What Ophelia needs with that young boy when she has a man like this in her bed every night is beyond me. If you were mine, I would ride you until we both couldn’t breathe.”

  Interesting. Did it mean Ophelia was buying a new slave? He could move on to greener pastures, fuck this blonde, ride her long and hard, making her scream in front of the entire crowd, in front of Ophelia, just to piss her off. “What’s stopping you? Ride away.”

  Ethan had been taught to perform from an early age. Even though the blonde was incredibly sexy, these parties, and those who participated in them, held no real interest for him.

  After years of being used like a piece of meat, he had become almost robotic. Thankfully he was a superb actor, so few noticed a change in him. His mind shut down when he was fucking, and he went on automatic pilot. No matter what they wanted to use his body for, they would never get to his mind. He was there to play a role, and he did just that.

  “Why, nothing is stopping me, sugar. But I hear through the grapevine that you aren’t rode anywhere near as often as you should be. Do you think you can handle it?”

  Inwardly groaning, Ethan knew he could handle anything this woman threw at him and more. The better question would be did he want to handle it, and the answer would have been no. But, the actor in him took over, and he answered exactly how he was expected. “I don’t know, you are an incredible woman, and you have my dick drooling already. I may not be able to keep up, but I can certainly try.”

  The blonde, whom he didn’t even have a name for, smiled at his answer and slowly began kissing a path down his abdomen as she kneeled before him. Noting the fine lines beside her eyes, he realized she must be approaching her mid-forties. Even so, she was attractive, fit, and could easily be confused for a woman half her age.

  She had been stroking his cock the entire time she had spoken to him and knelt, so his cock was near fully erect when she finally rolled her tongue over the swollen head. After a few more licks and several more strokes, the head was a deep, swollen purple and the veins stood out along the base, demanding her touch.

  It had been so long since Ophelia had permitted him inside her pussy, and she never allowed him in her mouth, so his body responded more so than he ever would have with the leggy blonde.

  Yet she was exactly like the others he had been with all his life. They want
ed him because they had the money and the power to own him, and all he had was his good looks, hard body and his big dick. At least he was getting his dick sucked for the first time in forever, so he relaxed and let her have at it.

  Ethan watched the talented woman suckle almost his entire length into her mouth and down her throat. She obviously enjoyed giving head considering the moans erupting around his shaft as she sucked him down, which was odd in a female. The vibrations from her noises wavered through his flesh and he felt his knees tremble in his lust. Continuing to knead his balls, which coupled with her furious sucking, made the nerves in the base of his spine begin to tingle and spread warmth through his entire body.

  Her right hand held the root of his dick still and straight for her ruby red lips, as she deep throated him once more and began shorter strokes with her mouth, freeing her hand to slide behind his cock and begin to explore his rear. He nearly stopped breathing as he felt her finger the rim of his ass. Slowly one slim digit began to enter his puckered hole as she suckled even harder on his shaft. The tingles began to radiate up his backbone, and he grabbed two handfuls of her hair and began ramming his cock down her throat, knowing his climax neared.

  Ethan looked across the room and saw several of the other women in the room lying on large pillows, having their pussies eaten either by the young men or other women brought in for the chore, or both, all the while watching him have his dick sucked by the blonde’s powerful mouth.

  He had never enjoyed being put on display, but having been so long since another person had cared about his own release, he felt the welcome weight of the other women’s stares. Even Ophelia had stopped sucking cock long enough to watch the blonde, and a minute look of jealousy flared on her face when he gazed at her, making his pleasure build in intensity, knowing she was not in control of his lust.

  The blonde continued to fuck his bud with her slender finger while he plundered her mouth with his enormous erection. Sweat beaded down his face and body, and he used every ounce of effort to remain standing on his shaky legs. He leaned back into the wall for support and let out a howl of pleasure as he began to shoot his seed down the seductive woman’s throat.

  Pulling away from his ass, she sucked him clean; laving his shaft with her tongue, catching every drop, as he slowly slid down the wall to sit on the cold tiled floor. As the warm tongue bathed his dick, cleaning him completely, it did not allow his cock to go completely flaccid. Her continued manipulations soon had him erect and ready again.

  Smiling up to him, she kissed his lips, and he tasted his own seed mixed with her earthy female flavor. It had been much too long since he had such an energetic lover, and the taste had his cock straining to slide inside her depths and show her just what he was made of. He raised his hands to her small bosom, and even though he usually preferred larger breasts, he had to commend her for not getting fake ones. Too many opted for the surgeries, and he hated fucking a woman with tits that felt unnatural and barely bounced. Like Ophelia’s. Her tits were as hard as she was.

  The blonde bombshell continued to kiss him as she straddled his lap and slid a condom on him. He had no clue where it had materialized from, but he was so glad she had one since it was the last thing on his mind at the moment.

  With one hand she navigated his cock to the opening of her golden cunt and in one deep thrust, he found himself seated nearly completely in her. As small as she was, he had doubted he would fit as well as he did without causing her pain.

  She gasped quietly, slowing to a stop as he filled her completely. After a slight pause and a smile from her, she began to move on him, pumping his cock inside her body as she grasped his lips with her own. Kissing him deeply, she took his mouth over, demanding his obedience, and she set the pace of the fucking as well.

  Lowering one hand to her cunt, he began to circle her clit in time with her pace. As she raised her body, he swept the lower side, circling to the top on the down stroke. Sweat beaded on her lovely breasts, and he lowered his head to savor the flavor of her nipple. Her neck relaxed, allowing her head to fall back as her moans became louder and louder. Feeling the quivering of her inner muscles, he wanted to prolong her pleasure as long as possible. He clamped his hands onto her hips, stopping her motions.

  “What are you doing? I was close to coming!”

  “I know.” He said with a grin. Lifting one hand to her tousled curls, he pulled her hair just hard enough for her to lower her head and arch her spine. He dipped his head to lave her neck, biting the tender skin. He trailed the soaked flesh until he captured one pert nipple in his mouth. Suckling it deep in his mouth, she moaned, trying to move her hips as if she tried to regain the momentum she had just lost.

  Releasing the nipple with a loud pop, he looked up at her. “I’m not ready for this to be over quite yet. I know what I am doing. Follow my lead.”

  He sensed she was going past the edge; her desire for her own pleasure was overwhelming her. But with his experiences, he knew most women rushed their pleasure and thought little of drawing it out, bringing their satisfaction to the pinnacle. Something inside him sensed he could pull her further than she had ever been if she would just allow him to. She was in a rush for completion, and there was far more to lovemaking than the end result. For once, a woman appeared to desire his release and his satisfaction. He owed her the same in return. Bucking in his lap, silently demanding he let her move, she lifted her head in anger, her eyes sparkling. “I don’t follow, I lead. Now, fuck me, damn you.”

  “Oh, I will. When I am ready. I’m not in the mood to take orders. I do that too much as it is.”

  Eying him squarely, he saw her anger, potentially at being told what to do, as women rarely took on the role of submissive, and were not used to it. Looking deep within her, he felt her relax and submit, and he thought he saw realization in her eyes, that he could fulfill the promise of pleasure that radiated from him. She slowed her body giving him the moment he needed. He grasped her hips roughly and began to lift her off his cock, pounding back into her. Rolling her onto her back, he heard the gasps behind him. Men rarely were allowed the missionary position. A woman always controlled the situation and always rode her man, not vice versa.

  But the blonde was far past caring what position they lay in, all she seemed to care about was the cock driving into her. Her screams filled the room as he finally allowed her orgasm to overtake her, and he soon followed suit, pumping the largest load he had had in many years. Out of breath, Ethan laid there gulping lungfuls of air, trying to steady his beating heart.

  A pair of manicured blood red toes in black, patent leather, stilettos stepped into his line of sight. “I think you have embarrassed me enough tonight with your antics. I am ready to go home. Go get the car ready, I expect to leave within five minutes.”

  “Embarrassed you?” Ethan looked up to the vicious Ophelia, with the young man whose dick she had been sucking standing just behind her. He was wearing a cock leash, and he noted the fine silver chain led to her blood red tipped fingers.

  “We will discuss this in the car on the way home. It is not a conversation I plan on having here. Do not cause more of a scene.”

  Ethan stood, rage filling his blood staring at the woman he had grown to despise. Anger filled him, even as he tried to hide it behind the cool veneer he typically wore around her. His hands tingled with the desire to shake some sense into her. She obviously sensed his ill will because, for once, she had the intelligence to look scared. But she didn’t back down, and after a moment, she seemed to master her fear and returned his harsh stare. Squeezing his fists together, he composed himself quickly, even as visions of all the times she had demeaned him in public, or scarred his mind or body in her dangerous bondage play, which he had wanted no part of, floated through his mind. Regardless of what she had done to him though, it was never enough to cause him to raise his hand to her.

  He turned to grab his clothing from the back of a chair near the door, ripped off the condom and discarded it before q
uickly dressing and striding from the room. The pair followed behind him as he stalked towards the door. “You are going for the car?”

  Spinning around to face her, she stepped back when she looked into his eyes. She had never been afraid of him before, but tonight she seemed a little timid.

  “Yes, Misssssssstressssss,” he spat out as he stepped just inches from her trembling body, staring down at her, “I am going to get the car. I wouldn’t want to not serve you properly.” He stalked out of the door, slid into the leather driver’s seat of her brand new Ama DeRosa 3, and pulled the vehicle around to the front door. Ophelia stood in the doorway, the light from inside creating a halo effect around her.

  Rage subsiding slightly for one second, he smirked at the thought of any halo anywhere near the woman. As she exited the home, he saw that the young man followed her outside. His gut clenched as the pair both got into the vehicle.

  Turning to look over his shoulder into the backseat, he then turned back to Ophelia beside him. “Who is he?”

  “Not that it is really any of your business, but he is Addison, my new lover.”

  “Well, since it looks like he will be sharing your bed, I say it is my business. And by lover, you mean slave?”

  Ophelia reeled around, anger lighting up her features. Clipped words dripped like venom from her lips. “Why must you be so unpleasant? You know the use of that word is forbidden. He has chosen to enter a contract, just as you had a choice to sign your own.”

  “Choice? Did I really have much of a choice? It was either you or another one just like you. And forbidden or not, you know as well as I do that it’s the correct terminology. Regardless of what you want to call him, he will do your bidding when and how you want it, just as I am forced to do. If that isn’t a slave, I don’t know what is.”