Ella's Desire

by Ella's Desire (lit)

  “Forget him!” Dirk snapped, cutting off Ella’s sentence before she spoke the damning word. “Tim’s a goddamned fool, and he doesn’t deserve you.” His gaze went up and down over Ella, touching her. He loosened his belt and released the brass waist snap of his trousers. There was a different type of heat in his voice when he added, “Take your blouse off, Ella. No more delays or I’ll paddle your ass.” Several seconds passed before he added, “It pisses me off just thinking about the injustice in the simple fact of that worthless bastard even knowing your name.”

  If Tim ever issued such a command to her, Ella would have been livid. But Ben and Dirk weren’t anything like Tim. Almost despite herself, Ella’s hands crept slowly up her sides to the blouse button just beneath her throat. She wished she’d never spoken her fiancé’s name because it instantly put a chill on the heated, sensual, dominating ambience the men were so adept at creating. As she unfastened the buttons of her blouse, she stared hungrily at Dirk’s hands as he released brass buttons. When he opened his trousers, freeing his cock, and she saw its length and thickness filling his hand, her clitoris tightened in response. She dropped her blouse to the ground. When she looked down at her bosom, she saw that her nipples made blunt dents in the fabric. Her excitement was irrefutable. These were men who inspired sensual intemperance.

  “Now the rest,” Ben said as he opened his trousers, exposing his own fully-formed erection. In a more reverential voice he added, “That’s one hell of a body.”

  Ella pulled the undergarment over her head and heard the sharp intake of breath from both Ben and Dirk. An uncharacteristic surge of sexual confidence went through her. Even though they had seen her breasts before, their fine-tuned virility reacted sharply when exposed to her nudity. Perhaps with men not in such high demand sexually, their desire for her wouldn’t have been so flattering. With Ben and Dirk—men long accustomed to having their choice of willing women—to have them now so feverish for her was the ultimate compliment to her femininity.

  “Put your hands beneath your breasts,” Ben said. His right hand traveled slowly up and down over the length of his arousal. “Lift them high. Can you lick your own nipples? I want to see you lick your nipple.”

  “Why am I so powerless against you two?” Ella asked as she cupped her breasts from the underside, lifting the twin orbs. “I do everything you command of me. Everything.”

  Dirk’s voice was a low, lusty growl as he instructed, “Don’t just lick your nipples. I want to see you suck on them. And bite them. Bite them so hard it hurts.”

  Ella raised her left breast and dipped her head. When her tongue, warm and wet, touched her nipple, a shiver went up her spine. It seemed particularly lewd to be pleasuring herself in such a manner and even more lurid to be doing it while two men watched her.

  She licked the erect nipple three times before capturing it between her lips. When she sucked on the nipple, heated lust slithered from her breast. The nectar of her passion flowed freely to the lips of her pussy. Because of the wickedly erotic ambience her lovers created, Ella had little doubt that she could climax just from sucking on her nipples but only if Ben and Dirk continued to talk to her. They caressed her intimately with their wanton words and exquisitely satisfying demands. There was nothing they could ask of her that she would deny them.

  Dirk’s voice was like a gunshot when he said, “Bite, goddamn it! I want to see it!”

  A soft whimper came from Ella as she pulled her lips back before theatrically biting her nipple. Pleasure and pain were indistinguishable from one another as her sharp, white teeth sank into her nerve-laden, feminine tissue. Even as she whimpered in pain, her clitoris throbbed with wanton acceptance of the demands made of her. The part of Ella that was a slave to the passion these men inspired teetered on the brink of ecstasy.

  “So…fucking…sexy,” Ben said with a low groan, his right hand pumping with slightly greater speed now that Ella was nibbling on her own nipple. “There isn’t a man worth his salt who wouldn’t sell his soul to slide his hard cock between those tits!”

  Not waiting to be given the command, Ella took her left breast in both hands to lift the pliant mound to her mouth. She licked her nipple, flicking her tongue against the erect nub. Opening her mouth wide, she sucked much of her nipple and areola between her lips as she could, then sank her teeth deeply into her own breast.

  Seconds ticked by. Her nipple throbbed in lust and pain as she sucked on it, the self-administered stimulation heightened by the awareness that she had two handsome men watching her with unblinking interest. Exhibitionism was a forbidden temptation Ella quickly learned to embrace.

  “Take off those fancy, English riding breeches.” Ben’s words were a command that couldn’t be confronted. “Do it now.”

  With a sigh, Ella released her nipple with a moist, slurping sound. She looked into Ben’s eyes then down at the fierce erection he stroked. Seeing his hard cock filling his fist made another tremor of escalating lust go through her. When she reached for her belt to unbuckle it, her hands trembled visibly.

  “Boots, Ella. Get rid of them.”

  Before she dealt with her trousers, she removed her knee-high, blunt-toed and highly polished boots, dragging them off her feet as though their very presence offended her greatly. Her cotton and leather riding breeches were next, unbuttoned quickly and discarded with a haste that suggested disdain.

  “And the underpants. Get rid of them. Now.”

  If Ben’s tongue had been on her clitoris, it wouldn’t have pleasured her as much as it had while speaking those commanding words. Ella unknotted the drawstring of her unadorned, white cotton underpants, and with a shake of her hips, let the garment slither down her tapering thighs.

  Ella stepped out of her underpants, and the urge to cover her most private area was too powerful to resist. When she hid her pussy, her lovers laughed softly. Ben and Dirk acted like men accustomed to being looked at, men familiar and comfortable with being ogled when they were in an aroused state. Each man stroked himself, running his fist slowly up and down over the length of his formidable arousal.

  “One impressive fucking body,” Dirk whispered, the intimidating size of his fist traveling along the length of his equally oversized cock. Despite the coarseness of his language, his tone held something akin to reverence for Ella’s physical charms. “Stunning. Absolutely amazing.” His gaze met Ella’s. “Finger yourself. I want to see it going inside. I want to see everything.” His smile transformed into something utterly wicked and tempting. “And then taste yourself on your finger. Show me you’re not afraid to taste your own lusty pussy.”

  The middle finger of Ella’s right hand slid smoothly between the lips of her cunt, grazing against her clitoris. Her long lashes tapped against her pale cheeks as the sensation of having her body penetrated inundated her consciousness. She pushed the finger in until her palm pressed tightly against her clitoris. The fact that Ben and Dirk were watching her added exponentially to her feverish excitement.

  “Oh!” she sighed.

  Though her eyes were closed, she could feel the intense heat of her lovers’ eyes as they stared at her, devouring her visually as she performed for their voyeuristic entertainment. As her right hand slowly retreated and the slender finger eased between the lips of her cunt, Ella cupped a breast in her hand and pinched her saliva-moistened nipple very firmly between her forefinger and thumb.

  “Suck it!” Dirk commanded, the words clipped and precise. “Bite your nipple!”

  Ella did as ordered, and her body’s reaction couldn’t have been more swift, nor more of an indictment of her own susceptibility to wanton commands given by her lovers. Hardly had she felt the sharp stab of pain with the simultaneous friction of her finger sliding over her clitoris when her orgasm began.

  “Fuck!” she gasped, releasing her nipple as fierce contractions pulsed through her naked, voluptuous body.

  Her right hand instantly became a blur of motion between her widespread thighs. She tossed
her head back on her shoulders, shocked and ashamed at her own wantonness yet awestruck at the force of the orgasm that pulsed through her senses. As the last of the spasms shuddered through her, she dropped to her knees in the grass, continuing to finger herself, though with less intensity.

  Opening her eyes, she saw the looks of sensual confidence on the faces of the men who seemingly had demonic power over her. With post-orgasmic rational thinking returning like a tsunami, she lowered her face and withdrew the single digit from her pussy. Embarrassment and shame battled with ecstasy and anticipation of future delights.

  Ella was beginning to understand anything was possible when Ben and Dirk were involved.

  “Come to me.” Dirk was the first to find his voice. “Come to me,” he said again, fully clothed with his trousers open, stroking an erection that pulsed with virility. “I think we’ve all got a long night ahead of us.”

  Chapter Five

  Ella looked him in the eyes then down at the rigid penis he stroked. Her gaze drifted to the side, looking first at Ben’s erection filling his fist then up into his eyes. She wondered how these men could ever respect her after she succumbed to their lascivious demands. But how could she not surrender to them totally and completely when they electrified every nerve in her body and inspired orgasms that left her weak and satiated?

  “You want to suck his cock, don’t you?”

  It was a statement from Ben, not a question. The answer, she knew, was in the affirmative, and a sob caught in Ella’s throat. Could she ever admit to such intemperance? And if she did, what would her lovers think of her? She hated Ben, at least a little, for understanding what she really wanted, even when she didn’t know herself.

  “And what about mine?” Ben released his cock so she had an unobstructed view. “I realize that it’s not the bludgeoning club that Dirk’s got, but it still gives you pleasure, doesn’t it? And you still want to suck it, don’t you?”

  Ella closed her eyes, looking inside herself for the courage and willpower to resist these men. Her eyes weren’t closed long. The voyeuristic delight she took in watching her lovers masturbating, seeing their solid cocks pulsing with hunger for her, was too tempting to resist.

  “Tell me you want to suck my cock.”

  Ben’s tone was colored by the raw, jagged edge emotion of a dominating man coming dangerously close to losing self-control. Ella opened her eyes, saw the glistening drop of pre-cum forming at the slitted tip, and nodded her head with more enthusiasm than she intended. No matter how completely she surrendered to Ben and Dirk, there was still the proud and defiant woman within Ella that insisted she resist.

  “Take my boots off.” Ben smiled and lifted his booted foot. “Maybe then I’ll let you suck my cock.”

  Ella stepped forward, reaching for Ben’s boot. His sudden scowl stopped her instantly. The feigned anger, she noted, twisted his mouth but didn’t reach all the way up to his chocolaty eyes. He lifted his hand, raising his index finger, and made a swirling motion in the air with it. Her cheeks turned crimson when she realized what was demanded of her, but embarrassment didn’t stop Ella from stepping over his upraised leg to straddle it, simultaneously turning her bottom toward him as she grabbed his boot.

  When Ben put his opposite boot on her naked ass, Ella wasn’t certain whether his boot represented the ultimate humiliation or the most erotic caress she’d ever experienced. She shivered when the other boot pushed against her buttocks, stumbling a bit when Ben forced her to remove his boot. Though she was horrifically embarrassed at her own subservient behavior with these men, their unalloyed domination over her made her pussy cream. The crystalline certainty that numerous climaxes awaited her at the end of this little game added to her anticipation.

  Without facing Ben, she spread her feet, allowed him to put his other foot between her legs, and removed his final boot.

  She turned around and saw Dirk stroking himself slowly, his hand twisting around his cock at the same time it pumped up and down over the steelish length. Looking at his enormous erection, Ella was amazed at her own desire to taste him, to feel her lover pulsing with life as he filled her mouth. Behaviors she never before considered pleasurable now danced along the edges of her consciousness, tickling and enticing her libido in ways she could sense but not entirely comprehend.

  Now that she understood precisely what was expected of her, she removed Dirk’s boots quickly. The socks came off next, with Ella kneeling in the grass and removing them leisurely as she worked her way, foot to foot, down the line. She attended to sock duty with the admirable studiousness of a woman of her “station” while the men stripped off their own shirts with alacrity.

  Their eagerness was palpable. This was a game where all participants focused on their duties. Ella had the nebulous awareness of being a sex slave, and the invisible chains that held her in bondage made her clitoris ache with anticipation.

  Lastly, it was their trousers and underwear that came off. Ella tugged at their trouser legs when they lifted their bottoms off the ground and resisted the urge to giggle, since it was universally accepted as irrefutable fact that no man could remove his trousers without looking at least a little bit silly in the process. Besides, a giggle would have completely ruined the erotic tension that all three were enjoying, and the absolute last thing Ella wanted to do was put cold water on the fire she hoped would soon be a conflagration.

  She stripped them completely naked, and throughout the entire process, kept her eyes diverted from that part of their anatomy that so thoroughly tantalized her fantasies. It wasn’t easy, but she kept her gaze averted. Her mouth, by the time the men were naked, literally watered in anticipation.

  “Well done, my dear,” Ben said in that practiced, cultured tone that was the imprimatur of old men of wealth and young men of education. His dégagé demeanor suggested he might well be complimenting a steakhouse waitress clearing a dinner table with efficacy for cattle barons. “And now you can have your treat.” He released his cock, which was even more fiercely erect than it had been earlier. A blue vein, running a serpentine path along the length of his shaft, pulsed visibly. “Consider it your reward for a job well done.”

  “You’re too confident for your own good,” Ella said sotto voce, part of her fearful she would be punished with a nasty spanking and part of her wanting nothing more than to receive such a “punishment.” She shrugged and her naked breasts wobbled. There wasn’t a nerve in her body that wasn’t vibrantly alive and ready for stimulation. “In any event, you’re too confident for my own good.”

  “Perhaps. But am I wrong in my estimation? You really do want to suck my cock, don’t you?” Ben moved to the side just enough so that his naked hip was against Dirk’s. “I’m willing to bet you want to take turns with Dirk and I, don’t you?” He chuckled softly. “Never in a thousand years did you ever think you’d be pleasuring two men at the same time. That’s what makes you want to do it so much, isn’t it?”

  Ella looked him in the eyes, and in a soft voice that held with it much more honesty than she would have liked for Ben to know, she replied, “I could so easily hate a man like you. You’re much too aware of your world and of your vaunted place in it.”

  Ben hesitated for a moment. It wasn’t a lot of time, but it was enough to let Ella know he understood precisely what she said.

  “My place in the world isn’t relevant to this,” he said, nodding toward his arousal. He leaned back against his saddle, naked and supremely confident, his up thrusting phallus saying everything else that needed to be said. “All that matters now is your obedience, my acceptance, and our collective understanding that Dirk and I can take you to places, both physical and corporeal, that will open your eyes to the possibilities of pleasure that right now you barely understand.”

  The notion that there was more these men could teach her about sexuality and sensation, about ecstasy and complete bliss, caused a fresh surge of cream to lubricate the lips of her cunt. She was achingly ready for their penetrati
on.

  Ella moved slowly, sensually, positioning herself so she knelt on the grass, straddling Dirk’s right leg and Ben’s left. She weaved her shoulders from side to side, sliding her breasts across masculine thighs that were solid with muscle honed from a thousand hours in the saddle. Her nipples, pebble-hard and fiercely aroused, sent heat emanating outward to her toes and fingertips. A soft, kittenish purr came from her throat. She filled her hands with cocks that possessed all the flexibility strength of steel.

  “So much,” she whispered huskily, speaking in a tone that suggested the words were meant only for herself. In a covetous and distinctly selfish tone, she added, “And just for me.” Ella’s gaze drifted upward. She looked into their eyes, and a shiver went through her. “Only me.” The final sentence was directed toward Ben and Dirk.

  The possessiveness of the statement shocked Ella. Even with disorienting lust going through her, she was lucid enough to understand that she was hardly in a position to make demands of the men, and considering their history with women, it was foolhardy to think they’d be faithful to her. But still….

  Ella knew she couldn’t give herself too much time to think about what she’d just said. More importantly, she couldn’t give the men too much time to consider all the ramifications of what only carried with it.

  She leaned forward and delivered a smacking kiss to the crown of Ben’s cock, then pushed her lips over it, taking him into her mouth until he threatened to enter her throat. The low-pitched, rumbling groan she heard from above told her that whatever Ben was thinking, it wasn’t about anything she said.

  She understood now why Ben moved so his naked hip was against Dirk’s. It made it easier for her to suck on both of them. Though she suspected her inexperience was obvious, she hoped that enthusiasm and effort would make up for any lack of skill. Though Ella was learning more almost hourly when she was with Dirk and Ben, she was aware these men had infinitely more experience in sexual matters than she did. She was eager to learn the skills they were so enthusiastic to teach her, though they learned those skills with other women. And that was something that didn’t sit well comfortably with Ella.