Sex Idol

by Shelley Munro

  “Don’t forget to eat some carrot,” she whispered before tiptoeing out to the middle of the stage. Sasha paused by the chair she’d used in the earlier performance and produced her decorative blue flogger. She posed, one hand on her hip, her breasts stuck out but painted artistically with the black body paint to look as though she wore a black, low cut shirt and a straight black skirt that came just below the level of the apron. The frilly white apron was tied around her waist and on her feet, she wore her high heels.

  “Dusting. Cleaning. A maid’s job is never done,” she warbled, flicking her flogger expertly across the back of the chair to remove the imaginary dust. “Just once, I’d like a strong man to take me and make me his.”

  “Ooh,” someone in the audience shouted. “She wants a good fuck.”

  “Tell her to come visit me,” a male bellowed. Laughter rippled through the stadium.

  Sasha flashed a grin at the audience and brandished her flogger through the air in a chiding manner. “The man of my dreams,” she stated. “Not just any handy cock.”

  Another round of laughter shook the stadium. Sasha smirked at the camera, relaxing in the knowledge she had the audience right in her palm. She did a little more dusting, drifting with long, hip-swaying yet leisurely steps.

  The butt plug Antonio had inserted in the preparation room shifted with each gliding step, twist, or turn she made. Arousal seeped from her pussy too since they’d done a good job of warming up beforehand. Too good. Sasha throbbed for him and, despite the fullness in her ass, she wanted much more.

  Sasha came across the container of carrots set on a small pedestal table. “Ooh,” she said for the benefit of the audience as she opened the container. “Carrot sticks. I shouldn’t since I’m not on a diet.” She fluttered her eyelashes at the audience and they laughed. “But carrots help you see in the dark. No telling what a girl can miss in the dark.” Another flutter of eyelashes at the audience.

  “I’ll give you something in the dark,” a man asserted from the back.

  The audience roared and Sasha made a tsk-tsk sign with her forefinger. She continued with her dusting, stirring motes with waves of her flogger while she crunched on several carrot sticks. Hopefully, she wouldn’t choke before she swallowed. She really, really hated carrots. Antonio would need to eat his fair share, or they’d have words.

  A knock on the door made her halt mid-swish.

  “I wonder who that could be?”

  “The big bad wolf,” a wit in the audience shouted.

  “I hope not,” Sasha purred. “What would I do with a big, bad wolf?”

  “Betcha it’s Antonio,” one of Antonio’s fans screamed. “Bet she knows what to do with him!”

  The audience howled again, getting into their role-play.

  Sasha sashayed over to the freestanding door on the stage and opened it. The apron’s lacy fabric fluttered against her ultra-aware bare limbs beneath.

  “Hello, miss. I’m here to see the mistress of the house. May I come in?”

  “Bet he wants more than in!” a fan sang out.

  “Rumpy pumpy!” a man shouted. “Give us some rumpy pumpy!”

  Antonio’s dark eyes were full of approval and heat when he smiled at her—the audience participation an excellent sign.

  “Come in, sir. May I take your coat?”

  “Yeah, give her your coat,” a woman shrieked. “So we can all see the goods.”

  Antonio shrugged off his coat. The audience shrieked, and Sasha had to wait before she could speak.

  “Why, sir!” Sasha’s hand fluttered in front of her face. “You are naked.”

  “It’s very warm in here,” Antonio said. “So I don’t believe I’ll need any clothes.” He swaggered to the middle of the stage and flexed his hips, using his hands to pump his erection into prominence.

  The audience cheered.

  He winked at the audience and turned to face Sasha. “Is your mistress here?”

  “No, she’s— Oh, my. What a big—”

  “Cock you have,” the audience shouted.

  “Yeah.” Sasha fanned her face again. “What they said. You have a big cock.”

  “All the better to make you scream, my dear,” Antonio purred, stroking an imaginary moustache. He sidled closer, trapping her between his bulk and the chair. Sasha pursed her lips then wet them with a slow, seductive lick of her tongue. She bent over the back of the chair, presenting her backside to Antonio and the audience to see. The apron parted to reveal pale flesh.

  “Naughty maid! She forgot to put on her knickers,” a woman screamed.

  Sasha waggled her bottom and fingers at the crowd.

  “I believe you’re right.” Antonio stroked his fingertips over her ass cheeks and flicked the end of the butt plug. Sasha gulped at the streak of intense pleasure and the flogger dropped from her grasp. Her hands crept up to stroke her breasts. Pinching her nipples brought another surge of pleasurable sensation. Sasha pressed all her weight on the back of the chair and widened her stance, allowing Antonio access to her pussy.

  “You’re ready to take my big cock,” he boomed. “You’re wet for me.”

  Sasha sighed loudly. “If I must.”

  “Rumpy pumpy!” the crowd hollered.

  Without warning, Antonio plucked the flogger from where it had fallen on the chair. It whistled as he flicked it through the air. Sasha froze. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. The flogger whistled again and landed on her rear-end. Sasha flinched at the smart, held her breath to handle the prickle of sensation. He had, the wretch. The flogger swatted the bare flesh of her backside once. Twice. Three times. Her ass stung, but each swat caused her pussy to tighten. A dark spiral of pleasure shot to her core and when he stroked her stinging flesh with his fingers, she trembled.

  “Good girl,” Antonio murmured, too low for the audience to hear. He slid one finger into her pussy and massaged the wall of her vagina. The sense of fullness was so good she groaned. Some of the audience groaned with her. “Hand me the tub of lube, maid.” He punctuated his order with another smooth glide of his finger.

  As long as he continued his easy sliding thrusts of his finger, Sasha was ready to promise him anything. She fumbled for the sealed tub of lube they’d left under the chair cushion and handed it to Antonio. Her reward was another deep pump of his finger into her pussy. Each surging move rubbed the wall of her vagina while his thumb skimmed across her swollen bud. Never enough pressure to make her come, but enough to bring a surge of juices from her pussy and keep her on edge, desperate for release.

  Antonio slipped his finger from her pussy and removed his hand off her ass. Acute expectation made her aware of every sound, every move Antonio made. The foil lid on the lube crinkled as he removed it.

  “He’s lubin’ up, miss. Get ready for a big one,” a male shouted out.

  A bubble of laughter burst from the audience, but it didn’t lessen her desperation to climax.

  Antonio’s finger danced across her clitoris. Sasha’s whole body jolted from the brief contact. His touch drifted the length of her cleft and upward to the head of the butt plug. Grasping it, Antonio slowly drew it from her anus. Her sex throbbed, and she lifted her body a fraction in a silent demand he fill the emptiness he’d left by removing the plug.

  His hand contacted with her bottom again. He lubed her rosette, readying her for his penetration. His slippery finger dipped inside, smoothing the way for his cock. “Do you want me inside you, miss? I won’t force you.”

  “Oh, no, sir,” said Sasha. “I’d like to feel your big cock inside me. Please, sir.”

  This would be so good.

  Antonio lubed his shaft until his entire length glistened. He hadn’t had her ass for a long time but he remembered how good it felt being with Sasha, sliding into her tight body. He stared at Sasha’s slim back and her curvy ass displayed for his perusal. His penetration. Leaning over, he pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades then licked a path down toward her buttocks. He toyed with her clit
oris, circling, teasing while he positioned the head of his cock at her rosette. Slowly, he pushed inside, shuddering because he was moving leisurely and because it felt so good.

  “Sir, more if you please,” Sasha pleaded.

  Antonio withdrew until only the tip of his cock rested inside her anus before surging inside again. Gradually the ring of muscle relaxed enough to allow full penetration. “God, Sasha,” he whispered. “That feels amazing.”

  Sasha panted, plucking at her distended nipples. “More, sir. Touch me, sir. Make me come!”

  Damn, her body clenched him so good. Antonio withdrew again and shoved two fingers into her slippery channel at the same time as he surged deep. Her sex clamped down, contracting in tiny spasms. Her juices flowed, easing the passage of his fingers. Contrary to competition mode where he maintained his expression for audience benefit, he squeezed his eyes closed and concentrated on the sensations that licked through him like wildfire after a lightning strike. He thrust again, his balls slapping her backside. His jaw clenched as he fought release. It simmered, just a touch away. One more pump would push him over the edge, but they needed to orgasm together or give that appearance.

  “How are you, maid? Are you ready for more pleasure than you’ve ever had before?”

  “Ooh, he’s a bit full of himself, maid,” a man called out.

  “Antonio can do the job with me,” a fan cried. “Anytime. Any place. Just call out my name, and I’ll be there!”

  “Now, sir. Touch me and I’ll come,” Sasha cried.

  Thank God, Antonio thought. He pulled back and surged inside with another leisurely stroke while rubbing her swollen clit gently in the way he knew she liked. She quivered as he continued, relentlessly stroking and finger-fucking.

  “I’m coming, sir. I’m coming!” she shrieked.

  “Harder. Harder!” shouted the audience.

  “Maid. Maid.” Antonio gave a theatrical groan at the precise moment Sasha climaxed violently, bucking beneath him. “I’m coming, too, maid.”

  His face screwed up in ecstasy for the cameras to beam up to the large screens. An involuntary jump of his hips pushed him over the edge and he spilled his seed into her in long spurts. Her pussy clenched around his fingers and her dark channel tightened around his cock until he’d spent. “Oh, maid. Your pussy and ass clench me so sweetly. I have never felt such a wonderful sensation.”

  She fluttered her lashes and purred, “You are very kind, sir.”

  Antonio pulled from her body and tapped her across a buttock before helping her stand. Sasha made a big deal of righting her apron. She picked up her flogger and smiled. “Thank you for the interlude, sir. You’ve made my day.”

  The timer bell went off and Antonio grasped her hand. As one, they bowed to the audience. Loud applause greeted them, and the audience was still clapping as they left the stage.

  Antonio gave Sasha a quick hug. “That was great. I’m not sure Bridget would have—ah, never mind. You wanna hit the cleansing units?”

  “Sounds great. This body paint is itchy as hell.”

  They stopped by their changing room to pick up a change of clothes along with soap and shampoo before heading to the cleansing block. Only one cubicle was free.

  Sasha sighed. “I thought that might be the case. Do you want to share? I could do with help getting the paint off my back.”

  “I’m good at scrubbing backs,” Antonio murmured, running his fingers down her spine.

  Sasha snorted. “I bet you say that to all the girls.” She stepped inside the cubicle and leaned into the cleansing unit to flip on the water. The pipes clanked and grumbled for a few moments before the water ran hot.

  Antonio entered the cubicle and closed the privacy door behind him. Typical of the behind stage cleansing rooms allocated to competitors, there wasn’t much space. A glassed-in cleansing unit for showering took up most of the cubicle. A small bench seat provided seating or a place to stow gear and a full-length mirror attached to the wall. On the back of the door were a series of hooks for clothes—high tech, this wasn’t.

  Sasha’s butt bumped his leg when she bent over to unbuckle her shoes. “Let me do that.” He knelt in front of her. Deft fingers undid the tiny buckles and the straps that held the shoes on her feet. This close to her, he could smell the scent of their loving. An answering need leapt within him. His fingers fumbled on the second buckle. When he glanced up, she smiled, her eyes dark with unconcealed passion.

  “If you feel anything like I do, you need to take the edge off the adrenaline rush.”

  Antonio cleared his throat. “Yeah.” He smoothed his hands up her calves, stroked the silky skin at the back of her knees, surprising a laugh out of her. “Ticklish?”

  “No!”

  “I think you are.” Antonio kissed a kneecap before moving higher. Her legs quivered, and she shifted her stance. Her scent was enticing. He trailed kisses across her inner thighs before moving closer and lifting his head to rake his tongue the length of her cleft. His fingers dipped and delved, parting her folds to gain better access.

  “Higher,” Sasha murmured throatily.

  Antonio grinned against her moist folds and purposely kissed in the wrong place. “Who made you boss?”

  “Someone has to take responsibility.”

  He stroked his tongue across her nub, lapping delicately, enough to push her closer but not enough to make her explode into orgasm without him. Selfish though it might be, Antonio wanted his cock planted deep in her snug pussy before either of them came.

  The taste of her was addictive, and he lapped across her clit again. Without warning, she groaned and shattered in an explosive release.

  Antonio held her steady until the tremors that racked her body ceased. He stood, brushing a kiss across her belly before moving upward. The black body paint covered her breasts and shoulders. When he stroked her breast, her nipple hardened. Tempted, Antonio took her nipple in his mouth, regardless of the paint and suckled.

  “Nice.” Sasha tunneled her hands through his hair, encouraging him to take more into his mouth.

  When he finally pulled away, he’d left a pale white circle. He grinned, his lips black. “You have a hole in your shirt.”

  “I’d like to take off the shirt. It’s itchy and we’ll run out of hot water if we don’t hurry.” Quirking a brow at him, she stepped inside the cleansing unit.

  Antonio grabbed soap before joining her under the steaming hot water. The unit door clicked shut. Rivulets of black ran down her body as the water pelted her painted-on clothing. Taking the soap in one hand, he lathered her breasts and shoulders. The scent of carnations drifted up to him. “When are you going to make soap that doesn’t smell so girly?”

  “I didn’t realize we’d be sharing.” Sasha pushed out her chest and let her head loll on the side while he soaped her breasts again. Antonio smiled, loving her open and sensual reaction to his touch. He flicked his thumb across one taut peak. “I have more masculine-scented products.” Her words were heavy and full of need, her hands caressing and teasing as they massaged his butt.

  His cock jumped in recognition of the fact. But they had time. They had privacy for once. True, there was no bed but improvisation was his strong suit. He’d work with the options. He soaped her legs where she’d painted a short black skirt then turned her around to wash her back.

  “There. All clean.”

  “Thanks.” Sasha turned and pressed against his chest. Standing on tiptoe, she nibbled his lips. When he opened his mouth, her tongue slid inside. He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her flush against his body. The sensitive head of his cock rubbed her belly. “I want you inside me,” she murmured.

  Antonio’s pulse ratcheted upward. “That’s what I was thinking.” Crossing the line again. God, he was sick of analyzing, trying to sort out what he thought, what she thought. About babies and all the other crap that had littered his mind since he’d walked back into Sasha’s world. Going with gut instinct sounded good about now. “
Hold on,” he said, and he lifted her.

  Sasha spread her legs and guided his cock to her pussy. Slowly, she impaled herself on his erection. “Hmmm. Feels good. Full.” She wrapped her legs around his hips and held tight.

  Yeah. It felt damn good, especially when she clenched her inner muscles that way. He could come if she kept doing that. “Do that again.”

  She wound her fingers through his wet hair and ground her mouth against his. At the same time, she clamped down on his cock. Oh, man. Every remaining bit of blood in his head zapped south. He throbbed on the edge of pain. Damn, how could that happen so quickly? His balls were rock-hard and, when she repeated the move, a strained groan wrenched free.

  Thrust. Shit, he had to pump into her body. His hands curled around her water-slippery hipbones, and he moved, retreated from her silken sheath before slamming back inside, the primitive need to dominate writhing through his veins. The spray pounded onto his back as he pulled out and plunged into her pussy again and feasted on her mouth. Now, clean of paint, her sweetness and natural scent thrilled him, pushed him to take more, to claim.

  “Yes,” she whispered fiercely, her reaction bringing frissons of excitement.

  A violent spasm shot through his dick, his balls, before radiating outward. Flesh slapped flesh with increasingly frenzied movements. Pleasure roared through him, so good it was pain combined with every ounce of satisfying sensation he’d ever experienced before. A part of him wondered if he should stop before he hurtled into unknown territory and lost sense of himself, his goals.

  Sasha clung to him, making small whimpering noises at the back of her throat. Her eyes remained closed, her head thrown back as she took each powerful thrust.

  He couldn’t stop.

  “Now,” Sasha insisted. “I need you…now.”

  “Patience,” he whispered. “Just a little longer.” Then he had no choice. Sasha clenched her inner muscles at the same time as he rocked against her. The tightening sensation deep in her core yanked at his control. A dark sound echoed in the cubicle. His cock exploded, semen bursting from him in a powerful jet. Deep tremors shook him, going on for long moments until he had to lean against the wall of the unit to stand.