“No, not with these.” She unfolded metal bars from the end of the table and I realized they were stirrups.
“Are you kidding?”
“Your other waxers don’t use these?”
I shook my head.
“Hm…and they call themselves professionals? Come on. Scoot down. It will make it easier for me to wax right up to the edge and pluck out any strays.” When I stayed put and stared at her a moment longer, she added, “Just like Eric likes it.”
I remembered I’d agreed to star in his fantasy tonight and I really did want him to be excited when he looked at my body. I scooted down as Alexis placed my feet in the stirrups.
I’d only thought I felt vulnerable before. Alexis stepped between my legs and pushed the stirrups farther apart so my thighs were spread unnaturally wide.
“Just close your eyes and relax,” she said, but her eyes held an ironic twinkle.
Nerves began to overtake me and I realized the wine was wearing off. Normally, I took an over-the-counter pain killer before getting waxed.
Alexis turned to a small round table I hadn’t noticed between one set of bunk beds and the front wall. When she turned back, I closed my eyes, no longer able to take the humiliation of her staring into my crotch.
I felt the warm wax on one side of my pussy lips. She pressed the soft cloth strip onto it and pulled. It stung like crazy, but I didn’t want to give Alexis the satisfaction of a scream, so I gritted my teeth.
“Good girl,” she said in a deceptively soft voice. She proceeded to do the other side, then pluck out any strays the wax missed. As she did, her fingers brushed against my clit and my breath caught.
When she finally seemed to be finished, she took a cotton ball doused in some sort of liquid and smoothed it over my skin, removing excess wax as she went. I was grateful she was finished, but the more she rubbed the lubricated cotton ball around the area, the tinglier I felt.
She put the cotton ball down and bent her head until her face was so close to my pussy, I could feel her breath on my clit. A hot shiver surged through my body.
“Let’s make extra sure you’re silky smooth for, Eric.” She examined my crotch like a CSI investigator. As she did, she trailed her finger around on the inside of my upper thigh, then up and down my pussy lips. A moan of pleasure tried to form in my throat. But I didn’t want Alexis to know she was affecting me that much, so I held it in.
“Perfect,” she said. “And it’s so pretty and pink from the waxing.”
I couldn’t reply. I was confused by my body’s reaction to her touch. I didn’t have the urge to make out with her like I did Eric, but…
Her eyes met mine and they held a knowing look. But what did they know?
“What a beautiful little body, you have,” she said as she continued to stroke my lower lips with one hand. With the other, she reached up and caressed one of my nipples. I could feel myself getting wet. My mind told me to make her stop, but my body needed more. Was it simply the intimate touch? Or was it the way she looked at me?
As though she wanted me for herself.
“I’m not a lesbian” I blurted out suddenly.
She laughed. “I know you aren’t. That’s what makes it so much fun.”
“I don’t, uderst—“
“I like seeing the confusion in your eyes. You’re not attracted to women, yet a woman is stroking your body right now and you‘re enjoying it. You’ve never had a women touch you like this, have you?”
“No” I said.
“So I guess a woman has never put her mouth in here either.” Her finger slipped into my slit and slid through. My thigh muscles contracted. I clenched my teeth to hold back the moan.
”No,” I replied.
“Mmmm… So petite. So fresh… I’d like to keep you all to myself, but a deal’s a deal.
Come on. We need to get ready for Eric.”
My heart raced at her declaration. I felt an odd mixture of emotions I couldn’t identify.
As I sat up, she went to the closet and pulled out two hangers. She handed one to me. I had to stare at it for a moment before I could make heads or tails of it.
“A harem girl outfit?” I asked. “Really?”
“That’s what Eric wants,” Alexis said.
I wondered if they’d hooked up before. But strangely, I felt no jealousy at the thought. So why was I here, if I didn’t care enough about Eric to have even a pang of jealousy over him?
A flash of his golden chest and sexy stare blew through my mind. Alexis was already in her costume. I put mine on.
“I think mine is ripped,” I said, noting the split in the crotch seem.
Alexis just laughed, grabbed me by the hand and took me to another room. This one was much larger and more attractive than the “bunk room.”
When I saw Eric lounging on his large bed among a dozen pillows, I didn’t know whether to gasp at how handsome he looked or laugh at his clothing.
The golden turban caught my eye first, but I couldn’t take my eyes off his chest, much of which was exposed even though he wore a bright red robe, tied at the waist with a silken cord.
“I have a new concubine for your harem, Sultan,” Alexis said.
Eric gazed at me lazily from his pillows. “Tiny little thing.”
The “t” word! I was instantly pissed. “I’m not tiny,” I said. “I’m over five feet tall. Lots of people are smaller than I am.”
“Insolence already?” Eric said. “And from the tiniest slave in my harem.”
I narrowed my eyes and shot daggers at him.
“She’s new,” Alexis replied. “She doesn’t know her place yet, Your Majesty.”
“Your Majesty?” I gave her a questioning look.
“Well, he is the sultan,” she replied as if she were completely serious.
“Too many questions,” Eric said. “And too much impudence from this slave. She’ll be punished. But first…” He sat up and propped his back against a large pillow. “Let me get a better look at her. Bring her closer.”
Alexis pulled me to the foot of the bed.
“Hmm… Lovely big eyes. So vulnerable.”
“Just as you like, Your Majesty.”
“Her womanly mounds are like dates, though, very small.”
Okay, that was it. I didn’t need this. I didn’t like being described as “vulnerable,” and I was already self-conscious enough about my height and small boobs without Eric making it worse. I wondered if I could swim to shore.
“But look, Your Majesty.” Alexis reached into my coin-encrusted bra and pulled out one of my breasts. “They’re not large, but they aren’t like dates. More like pomegranates—round and firm.” I stood in shock as she held my breast in her palm. She rubbed her thumb around on my nipple and it grew hard as a pebble. I tried to calm my breathing.
“Yes, perfect,” Eric agreed. “I never should have doubted you. You procure only the best slaves for me.”
I wondered how true that statement was. Was this a one-time fantasy or did the two of them play this out all the time?
“Turn her around.” Alexis pulled at my shoulder until I turned my back to Eric. “Lovely.
Like two warm, round loaves of freshly baked bread.”
Was he talking about my ass?
“She is quite beautiful, Your Majesty, and I prepared her just as you wished.” Alexis reached down to my crotch and pulled the open seam apart, revealing my smooth pussy lips.
“Perfect! Every inch of her!” Eric exclaimed.
I was torn between thinking this was nuts and being flattered by his approval of my body.
“But have you checked to ensure she is a virgin?”
A virgin? Really? I hadn’t been around much, but I was twenty-three years old.
“Yes, Sultan, she is.”
“Check again for me.”
Before I realized what she was doing, Alexis bent over and plunged a finger into my pussy.
I jumped and shuddered from the pleasure shock.
It had been a while since I’d seen any action down there.
“Tight as a drum,” she said. “And already desiring you.” I was embarrassed that I was already wet, considering the ridiculous nature of the evening so far.
“Wonderful…except there is still the matter of her impertinence. That is unacceptable. She must be punished.”
Alexis slid her finger out, and my pussy was sorry to lose it. I hoped Eric would take its place soon. Since I’d been in his room, he hadn’t even touched me.
Suddenly, I felt a push from behind. I fell forward face down on the foot of the bed, my feet still on the floor. Eric grabbed my wrists and held them so I couldn’t move.
“Hey! What—?”
Alexis pulled my harem pants down to my knees and slapped me hard on the ass.
“Ow!” I said.
“Quiet! A good slave takes her punishment in silence,” Eric said authoritatively.
Alexis smacked my other cheek.
I struggled a bit, but when I felt Eric’s hands grip my wrists more tightly, a hot liquid rush coursed through my body. This was turning me on! And I thought they were the crazy ones.
Alexis smacked one cheek again, then the other. They weren’t bruising strikes, but she knew how to make contact and release in a way that afforded the ultimate stinging sensation. She stopped and I was relieved, even though her palm hitting my ass had been weirdly exciting.
“Are you ready to be a good slave and do as you’re told?” Eric asked.
I wasn’t sure I wanted to do anything these two had in mind, but I was getting pretty aroused. “I, um, guess so.”
“She doesn’t sound sure, Your Majesty.”
“Then punish her again.”
The sting of Alexis’ next swat made me gasp for air. It was the most intense yet, and I realized I wanted more. She slapped me again. My lungs shook and my shoulders tensed, then released.
Another slap. Then another.
My bottom stung. My thighs quivered. I’d never experienced this combination of
sensations, but I didn’t think I could take much more.
“Are you ready to be a good slave and do as you’re told?” Eric repeated.
“Yes,” I said, trying to end my punishment and move on to the part where Eric fucked me.
“She didn’t show respect, Sultan.”
“Then teach her. Punish her until her backside glows bright red.”
Oh no! I braced for another swat, but it still stung like crazy when she made contact. Then another smack. The stinging was mixed with a burning sensation now.
Alex spoke, punctuating every word with a slap. “You… will… address… him… as…
Your Majesty…”
That was six more whacks to my ass, and tears had formed in my eyes from the pain.
Thank goodness she was finally finished.
“Or,” smack, “Sultan,” smack.
I whimpered. My ass burned. My pussy was soaking wet. What was wrong with me? How
could anyone be turned on by this?
“Do you understand?” Eric asked.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I replied.
“Good.” He released my wrists. “Remove her clothes.”
I was still face down on the bed, feeling awkward and embarrassed. These two weren’t the least bit uncomfortable with what they were doing, but I’d never imagined myself in any situation like this. We were way out of my comfort zone. And I was totally turned on.
I felt Alexis unhook my bra and pull my pants all the way off. Eric rolled me over so I was facing up. He was still sitting on the bed, a few inches above my head. When I glanced at him, I noticed his robe was open. I gazed at his hard cock.
He chuckled. “All in good time, my little slave. All in good time.”
My sore ass was still on the bottom edge of the bed. I decided to try to move and get more comfortable, but his voice stopped me.
“Alex,” he said. I froze to listen for more, but he didn’t say anything else. However, he must have given her some sort of signal because, seconds later, she was on her knees at the foot of the bed.
She pushed my thighs as far apart as they would go, then slid her hands under my ass. I lifted my head and watched as her mouth went down on my wide-open crotch.
When her lips and tongue made contact with my pussy lips and clit, a shockwave went through me. She proceeded to French kiss me there, tracing my lips, swirling her tongue around and around my clit. My head dropped to the bed and I moaned.
I felt Eric’s hand on my head, caressing my hair. “Beautiful,” he said. “Shiny and brown, like a young colt.”
A colt?
Alexis pressed her tongue to my clit and my hips thrust upward. “Ohhhh!” I cried.
“Let me see your eyes,” Eric said.
I hadn’t realized my lids had fallen closed, since all my attention had been directed to what was going on between my thighs. I forced my eyes open and looked up at him.
“Beautiful,” he said again. “So big. So innocent. Too innocent to have a woman’s mouth in your pussy.”
I shuddered, ready to come, but Alexis broke contact from my clit and went back to teasing my pussy lips.
“Too innocent for this,” Eric said. He moved over me and straddled my shoulders.
My mouth fell open in surprise, but before I could say anything, he thrust his cock between my lips.
“Make love to it, my slave.” There had always been something alluring about Eric
whenever I’d gotten close to him. The look of him. The way he smelled. And the taste of him was no different. I wanted to make love to his cock.
I held the tip just inside my mouth and teased it with my tongue, circling round and round it.
“Take more!” he said. He thrust farther into my mouth as Alexis continued to tease my pussy lips, barely making contact with my clit as she switched from one side to the other.
I pushed my hips toward her and rotated them, silently begging for release as I sucked on Eric’s cock.
He groaned and pulled my hair with both hands. “Good slave,” he said from between
clenched teeth. “Good slave.”
Alexis sucked at my clit and I convulsed once, but she paused long enough for the orgasm to fade. If I wasn’t pinned down with Eric’s cock in my mouth, I would have pulled her hair until she let me come.
“Take more!” Eric demanded. He thrust his cock fully into my mouth until it touched the back of my throat, then he fucked my mouth faster.
Alexis was sucking my clit again.
“I’m…” Eric groaned. “I’m going to shoot my hot come down your throat, Slave!” His cock slid over my tongue again and entered my throat. I nearly gagged, yet I was even more aroused.
Just then, Alexis moved down and plunged her tongue into my pussy entrance, fucking it like Eric was fucking my mouth.
Eric jolted above me.
I shuddered.
Alexis and Eric moved at a frenzied pace. Fucking my pussy. Fucking my mouth.
He cried out loudly and began to jerk. As his hot come hit my throat, I convulsed from my pussy to my fingertips to the tips of my toes.
Chapter Three
I lay there on Eric’s bed with my eyes closed, exhausted from the wild orgasm. As reality began seeping into my consciousness, I was a bit embarrassed about what I’d just participated in.
Not only had I taken part in the silly Sultan-slave scenario, but I’d also let a woman pleasure my pussy.
My face grew hot and flushed as I tried to picture what had gone on between the three of us as an outside observer. Wait… picture? My eyes popped open and I scanned the room for cameras. Would Eric and Alexis tape an unsuspecting victim in a threesome?
I didn’t see cameras, but I did see Alexis coming in with a bowl and wash rag.
“Let me cleanse you, Your Majesty,” she said. She dipped the washcloth in the water and began rubbing it up and down Eric’s torso, but her eyes were on me. She moved down and strok
ed his cock slowly with the cloth.
“Mmm…” Eric said. “You’re a good and faithful servant, Alexis.”
Again, I noticed her eyes were on me. I could only take so much of her mysterious cat stare, so I lowered my lids.
I realized she was the only one who hadn’t come. What was in this for her? Eric seemed to be from a wealthy family. Did he pay her for these services?
The bowl clunked down on the nightstand beside me and I opened my eyes. Alexis was wringing out the wash cloth. She laid it gently on my chest. It was warm and wet and soft. She rubbed one breast in a circular motion, then pulled the cloth aside and gazed at my hardened nipple for several long seconds. I had to close my eyes again to avoid the strange sensation I got whenever Alexis looked at my body that way. She moved to the other breast and I couldn’t help but enjoy the moist heat on my skin.
I heard her dunk and wring the washrag again. When it landed on my lower torso,
everything below my waist flexed and released. This little bath was both relaxing and arousing.
Eric must have felt the same way. As he moved onto one elbow, I opened my eyes in time to see his lips close over my nipple.
Ahhh, yes. This was something I’d fantasized about many times before. He sucked me and teased my breast with his tongue. He moved to the other breast, and that’s when I felt the cloth move lower, sliding over the smooth, tender area between my thighs.
“Ohhh…” I said, already wanting more action down there.
“Hmm…” Eric began. “I just realized I have two lovely slaves here, yet only one is unclothed. Little Slave, remove Alex’s clothes.”
I froze, not sure how to proceed. I’d never taken another woman’s clothes off before. I’d never even wanted to.
“Do as the sultan says or you’ll be punished again.” Alex peered at me slyly from under her lashes. Some women looked demure or shy that way. Alexis looked wickedly erotic.
“Now!” Eric demanded.
Excitement rushed through me at his tone. Even after everything we’d done, this scenario was still a turn on.
I stood and stepped behind Alexis, unclasping her embroidered green harem bra. A part of me wanted to get in front of her and strip her brazenly to impress Eric with the show, but I was still too shy.
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