by Ruby Madden
Outside of being a vocalist, Autumn was a film and TV makeup artist. She loved the bold cheekbones of my face, along with the rounder balances of my facial structure and my naturally pale skin. I was often amazed to peer at myself in the mirror after Autumn had spent an hour working furiously on my face. I’d think to myself, ‘Who is that beautiful woman?’
I was caressed fondly by my transgendered friends and somewhat puzzled by it. They liked my feminine clothes and the way I flaunted my curves. Being a bigger woman as compared to their tall, thin frames, I often felt the contradiction of it.
In one sense, I personally found my figure ample, soft and desirable. In another sense, the harsh disapproval of any ‘chub’ or extra weight in Tinsel Town and its raging preference for skinny, blonde things had always dismayed me.
In my mind, attractive, sexy people came in all shapes, colors, size and ages. I find sex appeal and beauty in most people if given the chance.
Tipsy from bar-hopping and done with the Sunset strip, we took our leisure piling into Josh’s Land Rover as we went door to door, one Hollywood Hills mansion at a time. Built snugly into the hillsides, and reminiscent of European homes, some boasted as many as three to four levels, while others had a more modest two or three.
Much to my dismay, I found myself having to mostly pretend that I was enjoying the parties. As the evening proceeded, each one became a bit more contrived and overly hipster or trendy, to find anything real to enjoy.
Disappointed, I lost interest.
It was frustrating to be around the moneyed-elite of the film and TV industry, their narcissism and overblown egos lacking any kind of real connection to be found and felt amongst the mingling groups of people. It had occurred to me numerous times over the previous year that I’d like to figure out a way to cultivate an intimate group of friends, lovers and acquaintances…
But how?
It was nearing 2 a.m. when I finally decided to call it quits, give up my hope for seeing the sun rise at some fabulous party, and head home to my simpler, more modest life.
As I searched for Autumn and Josh in the party crowd, it was in the kitchen that an effeminate man bedecked in a sophisticated circus juggler outfit, approached me. Flamboyantly gay and ridiculously handsome, he grabbed my hand eagerly. “Darling… I MUST request your presence to the REAL party that is ELSEWHERE.”
It was the way he seductively entranced me with his intense gaze and the emphasis on certain words that intrigued me. He forced an elaborate post-card type invitation into my hand. It depicted costumed sexual acts in a circus arena and as I peered at it, I stammered out an apology for my semi-stupefaction.
He cut me off mid-way through it. “It’s invite only, DOLL. At my sole discretion. My BENEFACTOR has very particular preferences. A penchant if you will. I know his type, and he pays me well to find it for him.”
I nodded and a smile started to creep on my face, a fire lighting in my mind. “May I bring two guests?”
He studied me momentarily, and then stated matter-of-factly. “Only if I see them, FIRST.”
I took note that he didn’t say ‘meet them’. I could only deduce that his benefactor had certain requirements.
Curious… I thought to myself.
As luck would have it and at that moment, I saw Autumn and Josh through the kitchen window, lounging on one of the many pool chaises outside. Josh had wrapped himself from behind around Autumn, he happened to be cupping her breasts jokingly at that very instant and Autumn was attempting to stand up in an effort to playfully get away. It made the view, erotically appealing. Onlookers were clearly amused and most likely aroused.
I pointed to them, “It’s those two. The red-headed vixen and the precocious, blond pixie.” Shaking my head, “I’m not entirely sure what they’re doing…” my voice fading off.
The gay impresario was very excitable, grabbed her again practically hugging her to him. “Get OUT! They are divine creatures. Of COURSE they can join you DOLL.” He handed me back the invitation, “The limo is outside, get your friends and go.”
And that was exactly what I did.
Chapter 8
{ Blue-Eyed & Green-Eyed }
Once the limo was full of invited guests, the flamboyant man who had selected them quickly divulged the scope and requirements of the invite as if delivering a reverent sermon to a select congregation.
He revealed that we were about to attend a private costumed orgy that was already under-way at his BENEFACTOR’S home. He explained that there were three different themed spaces to explore and play in. He would select for each of us which of the themed rooms we could go to. He then commandingly explained the requirements and rules. They were:
1. choose your stance: Top or bottom
2. declare your known no’s & limits now
3. agree to be naked at some point
4. if asked to leave, do so with no questions asked and quietly
5. participate in a way that you never have before
This impresario was a frightful combination of efficient, quick, and exotically gay. He was a coordinator-extraordinaire. I could easily spot why his BENEFACTOR paid for his services. I was a bit mesmerized by him actually, and did my best to maintain eye contact as much as I could, given the confines of a stretch limo with dimmed lighting. I wondered what it must be like to be employed, in such a manner?
I had found the list both equally terrifying and intriguing. When I had scribbled on the postcard, as we had been instructed to do, that I wanted to enter the party as a ‘Top’, it was to my own surprise.
I didn’t really know my preference.
Other than my escapades with Jaxon’s father, Dr. R, that is. I had read about some of the ‘Dom/sub’ life and culture but had always been too insecure to bravely explore. Maybe this was my chance to see if I liked it?
It had taken sheer will power to make Josh and Autumn behave in the limo on the way to the orgy. Frantic, excitable whispering was everywhere. There were twelve semi-nervous, costumed, twenty-somethings in the limo. All eyeing each other, trying to make the same correlation that I was; ‘Why was I picked?’
We discussed in hushed whispers during the limo ride that we would each go our separate ways once at the party, even if placed in the same themed room, agreeing to share what delights we had participated in.
Both Autumn and Josh had selected to experience the orgy as ‘bottoms’. When I bit my lip before squeaking out that I had chosen ‘Top’, Josh shook his head mischievously and Autumn stated bemusedly, “Of course you did!”
Upon arriving, we were led into the mansion after being blind-folded with elegant face-masks. Once inside and safely guided to the lower level of the home, I found myself being un-blindfolded and escorted into a large, themed room that was carefully decorated to mimic the insides of a circus tent.
It was opulent in a European way, elegant yet understated. A group of forty to fifty people were there, scantily clad or entirely nude, fully engaged and exploring the theme. I noted that there seemed to be a sense of familiar about the group, as if they were already well acquainted. Equally so, I noted the hungry wolf gazes that lighted upon me and the others who were brought in.
Somehow, I knew that we were fresh meat for the final hurrah of the gathering.
There were scantily clad service staff who eagerly provided any amenity requested. Amenities ranged from drinks, to whips, whipping cream, condoms, sex toys, restraints and such. Sexy, trance music played which was neither too loud nor underwhelming. The ambient lighting was just right, not too dim or too bright.
A very real energy to the space, I marveled at the various props available to use. It seemed we had been brought in as the ‘last wave’ of nubile delights, as the orgy was in full swing. The existing crowd acknowledged us with just enough eagerness, but a coy indifference as well, allowing us to make our way in to mingle.
I was drawn to a luxurious sofa that no one seemed to be using, which I
picked for one main reason. It had the best vantage point.
Just as I settled down into the voluptuous jeweled tone pillows, an eager servant came to my bidding. He bowed and asked me what I would like?
I took close note of the eagerness in his servitude along with his amazing physique. I guessed his heritage to be Egyptian, with his caramel colored and lean limbs nicely toned, his dark eyes alluring and sexy as they peered out beyond the elaborate eye mask he wore. Right then and there, I felt the first twinge of desire light up within me.
“For now, just a gin & tonic with lime. Bombay please.”
“Of course, it’s my pleasure. I will provide you whatever you may need to enjoy yourself, with the others this evening.” He nodded in the direction of the room, then quickly retreated to fetch my beverage.
I watched lingeringly as his sexy ass moved out of my view.
As I sat nervously perched on the sofa, two lovely, mostly nude, blonde women made their way slowly to me. Then, much to my surprise, they stopped in front of me, bowed and kneeled before me. Caught off guard by both their approach and out of control sexual beauty, I looked about the room, wondering what in the world I was to do now.
I took my time observing the different gatherings that were occurring. Overly curious but not judgmental, I noticed that there seemed to be one element missing from all of the many erotic entanglements on display before me – none seemed all that particularly intimate.
Certainly a variety of sexual antics were being done to or experienced by someone, but there was equally a distance within the sexual gymnastics set before my eyes. I didn’t know why exactly, but this seemed odd to me…
My gaze finally came back to and rested on the two stunning blondes before me. Neither were looking at me, but rather, were peering down at the floor. This allowed me to appreciate their amazing bodies for a moment, taking in their sexual and feminine beauty.
Something deep within stirred me to find a way to make good use of these two amazing women.
Leaning forward, and with each hand, I placed my fingers just on the under-side of their chins, and tilted their faces up to meet my gaze. I peered at them each for a quick moment, assessing them. I only needed a half minute at most. Noting every slight move, a tiny shuffle, the littlest grimace or swallow. How their eyes blinked, how they held their mouths, their lips. How still or not they were.
I leaned back into the sofa.
“I would like to see you, kiss her.” I said while I held the gaze of the green-eyed blonde, who was tall and model-like, commanding her to kiss the blue-eyed blonde, who was petite and curvy.
Without hesitation, the two women turned towards each other and began to kiss.
As the kiss developed, my drink arrived. Keeping my eyes on my new lovelies, I quickly downed it in three eager gulps. I needed to take the edge off my nerves. I set the empty glass on the platter and nodded for another. He quickly ran off to fetch it for me, his new and temporary Mistress.
I enjoyed watching the Scandinavian beauty of these two women and found myself telling them to slow down and keep the pace more sensual. When it seemed appropriate, I told them to use their hands to explore each other’s body, to focus on their tits and ass.
I then instructed them to lick, nibble, bite, pinch or flick as needed, pacing what they were permitted to use. I was pleased to see that in time, the moisture was developing on them, their bodies shimmering a bit and their pussies were showing signs of glisten.
All the while, I maintained a safe distance, and would glance around the party. It was incredibly arousing what I saw, and sometimes I would hone into some sort of sexual antics I hadn’t realized were entirely possible, but I kept finding myself pulled back to my two willing bottoms.
It seemed I had a bit of the Top in me after-all?
I liked how passionately the green-eyed blonde was acquiescing to my wishes. She eagerly looked at me, imploring in an unspoken manner for more and more instruction. Everything about her body was bending to my will and instruction. I had correctly assessed that of the two, she was better able to follow my lead via body language and that the blue-eyed blonde would be the easier of the two to be led by the other.
At this point, I was sweetly but firmly referring to them as ‘green-eyed’ or ‘blue-eyed’ since I didn’t know their names and it didn’t seem right to ask. A way to keep the anonymity in place, the mystery alive. If there was any offense taken to being referred to by their eye color, I never saw that flicker across their faces.
They felt safe with me, and I knew it.
My voyeuristic appetite somewhat appeased, I was at the point where I needed their attention and their touch, not just their visual stimulation.
Warmed up by two beverages, as the orgy commenced around us, I finally decided to enjoy them in closer approximation. I pulled them up on the sofa with me. I instructed my blue-eyed to fondle and caress my tits, while she kissed my green-eyed.
The one thing I loved, the one thing I was always complimented on, was my kiss.
Exploring green-eyed’s mouth, I teased her with my tongue. I nibbled on her lips, would stop and kiss her nose or her closed eyes while she enjoyed the arousing and attentive touches of blue-eyed who was doing a decent job teasing my nipples, using soft gentle touches and then wonderful pinches that resonated thru me.
I was quickly becoming frustrated that I wore a neck-to-ankle lingerie piece as I wanted nothing more than to have their hands on my pussy.
Petting me. Probing me.
I was wet and although it felt nice to be so aroused, I wasn’t entirely sure how to proceed with my dilemma. I knew that short of stripping, which I wasn’t inclined to do just yet – I would have to forego some of my own short term pleasure.
Pausing our kissing, I instructed blue-eyed to lay herself across my lap. Once blue-eyed had done so, I spread her legs and while under the waiting and watchful gaze of green-eyed who was suspended in her usefulness, I began to gently caress blue-eyed’s pussy lips.
Taking my time, I played with all of blue-eyed’s wet pussy, teasing the clit, rolling it with my fingers, pushing a finger or two into her. I enjoyed teasing and tormenting blue-eyed who was eagerly pushing her hips and pussy up towards my hand to create more friction, pressure and stimulation. I matched her efforts firmly, working with blue-eyed’s pace.
Green-eyed was getting hungrier and hungrier, I could tell.
I continued to ignore her, devoting my attention and touch to blue-eyed’s sexy pussy, arousing her, teasing her, enjoying the feel of her. I would reach down and kiss her from time to time, all the while I watched and gauged her body – pacing the signs of her growing pleasure.
Just when I knew green-eyed couldn’t take it anymore, being ignored like this – I pulled her mouth to mine and whispered softly but firmly, “I want you to service her, lick her, fuck her with your tongue, make her COME.”
Green-eyed lifted her tall, lithe frame to position herself from one side of the sofa to the other so she could access blue-eyed’s wet pussy.
As green-eyed moved in to please blue-eyed via my request, I pulled her long, luxurious blonde hair back so that green-eyed could see better with no strayed strands to distract her oral service. Mesmerized by the view, I suddenly realized that this was the second threesome I’d experienced today. This was a first for me, to be erotically engaged with two other women at the same time.
It was then that I noticed how many guests at the party had honed into the activity on the sofa and that many eyes were on us, watching closely. This was surprising since by comparison, my endeavor to lead or dominate the two blonde women seemed ‘vanilla’ compared to some of the orgiastic arrangements occurring in the room.
I wasn’t dominating with a stance or a prop, nor tool. I hadn’t been inclined to use the props such as sex toys, restraints or collars. I wasn’t naked and I wasn’t the one who was arousing or being aroused at the moment. I was doing this, I suddenly graspe
d, by sheer presence.
These two beautiful, sexy, women were so eager to do my bidding - why?
And everyone else seemed hypnotized in watching me lead them to do it.
It was so simple, easy and natural for me. It pleased me, provided me a type of satisfaction that had little to do with my own desire. There was never a need to control others in me, only the need to provide the opportunity, create the setting, guide the chemistry, orchestrate the movement, and witness the outcome.
This was what pleased me immensely.
Just in time, the servant arrived with another beverage, seemingly picking up on my request, telepathically. I had thought about needing another drink but hadn’t actually ordered one.
Suddenly shy, feeling awkward – I realized that I needed to hone back in on my two sexy bottoms. Luckily, there was the wonderful sensation of blue-eyed moving rhythmically to green-eyed’s efforts and her breathing was turning to the sounds of sweet cries of pleasure.
I made one last request, “Don’t hold back, let it out. Let me hear you come blue-eyed.”
And then blue-eyed truly came.
A sexy cry of release came from deep in her throat. As she shivered, her body twitching gently to green-eyed’s touch, her thighs having clamped down on green-eyed’s face and head, I gave her another long, luxurious kiss to finish the sweet come.
Green-eyed was patient to pull up her face, nuzzling blue-eyed’s lower stomach. She shyly and coyly looked up at me, seeking her approval. I provided it with one simple nod, my eyes locked on green-eyed’s and whispered just for her ears, mouthing clearly, “I enjoyed that immensely, thank you.”
Green-eyed beamed at me in a way that I felt compelled and allured by…
Moments later, the sexy caramel skin colored servant returned. With a hand gesture meant for the blondes, they stood up and walked their sexy bodies away.
“Miss, the Master has asked that you join him in his private chambers. Do you agree to join him?” He asked.
