by Ronica Black
“Let go, Camille. Let it all go.”
“I—am,” she breathed.
“Louder,” Maria demanded, fucking her hot and deep and fast.
“I—am, I—oh God!” She came suddenly and her voice wasn’t her own. It was lower, more primal, spawned from the deepest recesses of her being. Her back arched, head tilted, mouth open. Another series of flames shot down her back as Anna poured hot wax down her spinal crevice. Camille screamed in ecstasy and Maria kept fucking, forcing her hips back and forth.
“You want more?” Maria asked loudly while she was still coming.
“Ye—es.”
Anna crawled on the lounge in front of Camille and lay down on her back underneath her. Then she slid backward so that Camille was staring down at her leather-covered crotch.
“Let her have you,” Maria said.
Camille spread her knees wider and lowered her hips, and at once felt Anna’s mouth beneath her. She braced herself with her arms and Maria continued to fuck her while Anna devoured her aching flesh.
“Oh—my—God,” Camille said, squeezing her eyes shut. “Oh—fuck.” The cock pummeled good and hard and Anna sucked her, taking her clit into her mouth and bobbing as if she were feeding.
“Oh—Jesus—fuck.” Camille rocked. The pleasure intensified by the second and when she felt Anna’s tongue slip over her encased clit she lost it and came again, this time so hard she pushed herself up and Maria grabbed and twisted her nipples from behind.
“Ohh—ahh!”
“That’s it, my girl. Let it all out,” Maria said.
“Oh God. Oh God.”
Camille rode it out, smearing herself all over Anna’s mouth for what seemed like hours, while behind her Maria kept forcing the cock in and out until she could obviously take no more.
Lungs desperate for air, Camille finally stilled and collapsed onto Anna, who was still fastened to her sex.
She lay still for a few moments and felt Maria pull out of her. Anna swirled her tongue and Camille jerked and lifted herself a little. Maria came back behind her and she knew they weren’t finished.
“Do you want Anna now?” Maria asked.
Camille pushed up on her elbows and noticed the zipper lining Anna’s crotch. As she said yes she tugged it down and found Anna’s bare flesh waiting. Behind her, Maria breathed on her buttocks and encouraged her to lift them. Just as Camille’s tongue hit Anna’s flesh, Maria’s mouth found hers. Camille groaned and spread Anna open further, suddenly ravenous. She found her flesh wet and tangy and she took her clit right away. Anna moaned and began speaking in a language Camille couldn’t understand. She slithered beneath her and Camille groaned into her flesh as Maria’s tongue flattened against her and moved.
All three began moaning and panting in unison. Mouths connected to flesh, smacking and licking. Anna continued to plea in a different language and Camille sucked and licked harder, shoving herself back into Maria’s mouth.
When Anna began repeating herself, she knew she was close and she begged for more herself. “Now, oh God—please.” And Maria licked her harder and faster, flicking the tip of her clit and then assaulting it fully with the heavy weight of her tongue.
Camille burst through the night a split second before Anna and they both cried out and rocked their hips. Camille licked her as long as she could before once again collapsing, thighs trembling. Beneath her Anna laughed, and she and Maria said something in the same foreign language. Camille wished she knew what they were saying, but as she rolled off Anna she realized she didn’t care. She lay pressed against the length of the lounge as both women rose.
She found Maria watching her and she offered a small smile.
“She is not done,” Maria said.
Anna, too, looked at her.
Maria took off the strap-on and handed it to Anna, who stepped into it and tightened it. Maria first wrapped her arms up and under Camille and tugged her legs down. Camille lay on her back, and she watched as Maria then came to sit behind her head. Anna went to the other end where she climbed on and spread Camille’s legs. Anna entered her with the cock and held fast to her thighs. Camille closed her eyes and sighed, the burning fullness a complete and total welcome.
Anna began to pump her, slowly at first, but then she found a rhythm and pulled her harder, really fucking her good. Camille opened her eyes and moaned and above her she saw Maria straddling her face and easing herself down onto her.
Camille met her flesh with her tongue, and Maria rubbed herself against it, whispering words Camille couldn’t make out. Camille lifted her arms around Maria’s thighs and pulled her down. She sucked her clit and swirled over it with her tongue. Then she scooted back a bit and slid her tongue inside her. Maria called out and bucked her hips. Camille tongue-fucked her long and hard just as Anna fucked her below.
Maria rode her face, calling out frequently and urgently. Then she demanded. “Have you let it go, Camille?”
Camille moaned, her own orgasm approaching.
“Are you ready to move on?”
Again, Camille moaned.
“Say it!” Maria demanded.
Camille wretched her mouth away. “Yes!”
“Say it again!”
The cock continued, faster and faster.
“Yes!” she shouted.
“Good, now show me with your mouth!”
Camille found her flesh once again, sucked hungrily at the cool moisture dripping from it. Maria sucked in a quick breath, laughed deviously, and shoved herself onto her.
“Yes, that’s it, Camille. Show me.” She moved her hips in motion with Camille and she started to speak to Anna. “Give it to her. Give it to her now as I come.”
Anna responded by slamming into her harder, grunting as she pulled on her thighs.
And then Maria came hard, rubbing herself in a frenzied spasm all over Camille’s face. And before she stopped she threw herself down along Camille’s body and fastened her mouth to Camille’s flesh.
Camille shut her eyes again and came as Maria’s tongue found her and Anna’s cock filled her up so large and liquid hot. She came hard, crying out into oblivion, taking all that she could, never wanting it to stop, to end, to cease. She wanted to live in that very moment for all time. There, there, there where nothing mattered and nothing existed but pure floating pleasure.
She stayed there for a long while before she finally drifted downward. Her heart thudded in her head and between her legs. Maria rolled off her and sat next to her head, stroking her face. Anna crawled between her legs to rest on her chest, cock still inside her.
They lay in silence, with Maria’s soft strokes and Anna’s heart beating against her own. The candlelight flickered and sang a silent song, and Camille’s eyes fell closed and her body finally completely relaxed. She was in her boat now, swaying softly, and she fell back and rode it out to sea.
When she awoke she didn’t know where she was. Sunlight slanted in through the bars of the blinds. She sat up and realized she was on a soft lounge asleep on a pillow under a blanket. She was nude.
On the bureau new candles sat in rows. And in the far corner the partition stood, hiding the crucifix. Camille ran a hand through her hair and stood.
She found her clothes on the bureau. Washed and neatly folded. She dressed quickly and headed down the stairs. The scent of fresh coffee met her halfway down. Anna met her at the entrance to the kitchen.
“You are up early.” She had on a satin robe and offered Camille a hot mug.
Camille flushed at the sight of her, and everything they’d done the night before came rushing back. She held up a palm to the coffee. Anna took a sip and grinned a bit, that familiar sparkle in her deep ice eyes.
“You okay?”
Camille fought off another flush. “Yes.” She breathed deeply and realized just how good she did feel. “I—yes. I feel really good.” She smiled.
Anna returned it.
“Good.”
Camille ran another hand through
her hair. “Thank you.” She wasn’t sure if that was what she should say or not. “And tell Maria thanks too.”
Anna grinned again. “No need. We enjoyed.”
Camille headed for the door, her skin erupting in flames once again. When she reached it she pulled it open and found Stephanie getting ready to knock.
“Well, look at you,” Stephanie said, slapping her on the shoulder.
Camille ducked outside, head lowered in embarrassment. She heard Stephanie speak to Anna for a brief moment as she headed toward the stone path. Stephanie soon joined her.
“Have a good night?” Her grin was shit eating, as always.
Camille hid a grin of her own. “Maybe.”
“Maybe? I’d say so. You look like you ate way more than a canary.”
“It was—good.”
Stephanie laughed.
“Better than good,” Camille added.
“That’s what I’m talking about.”
They reached their bicycles and as Camille was unlocking hers a wooden sign in the garden caught her eyes. It said “De Mender.”
She stared at it for a long moment and then looked to Stephanie.
“Thanks,” she said as Stephanie straddled her bike. Stephanie looked at her in surprise but then smiled.
“Don’t mention it.”
Camille boarded her bike and they set off down the road. As the wind played with her hair Camille thought back to the words on the sign. “De Mender.”
The Mender.
H is for Higher
The cheery ding of the elevator was nearly drowned out by the beat of her racing heart. The doors slid apart effortlessly, opening to a large viewing area and several beige carpeted hallways. She exited quickly and averted her gaze from the floor-to-ceiling windows on either side. She knew that beyond the thick black glass twinkled the millions of lights of Las Vegas, bright and colorful, beautiful and alluring. As hypnotizing as they were, they did little to ease her tummy-tumbling vertigo.
She was now atop one of the largest hotel casinos in Vegas, but she fisted her hands, trying not to think about it. Instead she focused on the promise she’d been made, and with that in mind she found her way to the correct room number and knocked. The door was answered almost immediately and she was greeted with a silent but deadly smile.
Broderick was a beautiful butch, one of those women who went by their last names because their first names were too femme. Half Asian with dark olive skin, green glass eyes, and short dark hair, she stood about 5'6" and had toned arms with eager biceps that popped every time she moved them. Her tank top helped in that department this evening as she motioned for Eve to come inside.
“You’re right on time,” Broderick said, her tone rich with sinful intent. Eve stepped inside and returned the smile, her own intentions already seeped with sin themselves.
“I’m never late,” she said, her gaze sweeping the large room. The lamp light was soft and low with the winking lights of the city as a backdrop. The sofa and two chairs were pushed to one side. And in the center sat an object about three feet high covered in a sheet. She could make out what looked like handlebars, and her stomach flipped with excitement.
“I hope for your sake you keep your promise,” Eve said, wanting nothing less, as she crossed to the center of the room.
Broderick watched her, her eyes sparkling. “I never lie.”
Eve grinned. “Good to know.”
“Would you like a drink?”
“Not right now, thank you.”
Broderick approached the object and ran her hand over the sheet lightly. She held Eve’s gaze as she slowly circled it.
“I have only one rule,” she said. “And that’s that you remove your clothes before she removes hers.”
Eve was amused by this and she agreed eagerly, starting with her soft T-shirt, lifting it over her head. Then she lowered the straps of her bra slowly, liking very much that Broderick was watching her hungrily. When she was free of the straps she unhooked the clasps and tossed the bra aside. Broderick licked her lips as Eve’s nipples bunched and buoyed, exposed to the night air.
“You’re stunning,” Broderick said, her cheekbones crimsoning.
Eve merely smiled and started in on her khaki shorts. She pushed them down and off and then hooked her thumbs under the dark red panties she wore to match the bra. She was glad she did because Broderick seemed to like them. A lot.
When she was finished she stood waiting, hands lightly running over her skin. She was growing more excited by the second with Broderick visually devouring her and the object sitting and waiting between them.
“I don’t think I’ve been this apprehensive in a long while,” Eve said.
Broderick tore her gaze away from Eve’s breasts to meet her eyes.
“Me neither.” Her hands once again rested on the sheet, and when she looked at it she urged the sheet off, revealing her masterpiece one painful inch at a time before whipping the sheet off completely and allowing it to drift to the floor.
Eve felt her breath escape her as she took it in. The object became a machine and her mind hurried to understand it. The base was wide and strong looking with much needed girth. That led to what looked like a large saddle, well cushioned and covered in a shiny vinyl. Down the center of the seat there was a long hollow strip a few inches wide that she couldn’t quite figure out. Handlebars came up off the front of it to support the rider, along with two low-hanging stirrups.
Broderick began moving around the room, looking in a stack of plastic storage drawers. Eve could see that Broderick kept things lined up and in order. Moving her hand from left to right, Broderick finally retrieved several small phallus-shaped objects and brought them to her.
“Pick your poison.” She raised amused eyebrows. “They’re for your anus. Don’t worry. Everything is sterilized and I always use protection.”
Eve blinked quickly at the sight and at the words, but she recovered just as quickly and chose. Broderick made a ticking noise with her mouth and returned the other two back in the drawer. Then she held a metal box in her hands and flipped a switch. The machine made a noise and Eve watched as a strip rose into the hollow of the saddle, showing off two screw ends. Most of the strip was covered in matching vinyl, and it meshed almost completely flush with the rest of the seat. Broderick took the anal probe and screwed it in place. Eve watched and could see that the metal strip had a tiny groove in it.
Broderick rose and went back to the drawers. This time she opened the middle one and brought more phallic objects to her. These were larger and clearly dildos and needed no explanation. Eve chose and watched as Broderick screwed that one in place just ahead of the other. She went back to the metal box and moved a small joystick. The anal probe and the dildo moved along the groove, first farther apart and then closer together. She left them about three inches apart. Then she dug in her pockets, fished out two condoms, and slid them over the phalluses.
Then she messed again with the switches on the metal box.
Eve was surprised to see both the anal probe and dildo sink into the hollow, leaving the strip empty once again. Then they rose again halfway like secret rockets awaiting launch.
“Okay,” Broderick said, setting the metal box on the stack of drawers. She rifled through the bottom drawer and came up with a palm full of tiny clamps with spongy ends. Holding out her hand, she again asked Eve to choose.
“For your clit,” she said.
Eve chose and Broderick connected it to a long cord. Then she connected the remaining two clamps to two other cords. Whistling, she returned to the metal box and began powering everything up. Then she took Eve’s hand and led her to the machine.
“Go ahead and climb on,” she said, helping her slip a foot into the stirrup and swing her other leg over. “Insert the dildos carefully and make yourself comfortable.” Eve eased down slowly, allowing the larger phallus to enter her an inch at a time. The condoms were lubricated so it made insertion a bit easier. Then she eased dow
n her backside and her chest and throat tightened as the smaller phallus went into her anus.
“Good, now relax,” Broderick said softly.
Eve exhaled long and slow and sank fully onto the seat. Broderick was studying her closely and she flipped a lever, causing the saddle to slide backward a bit while the base remained in place.
The saddle was even more comfortable than it appeared to be, with a well-cushioned bottom and sides. Eve was soon completely relaxed and ready for more. She gripped the handlebars and placed her other foot in the remaining stirrup and watched as Broderick adjusted the length for her. Then she grabbed the clamps and handed one to Eve.
“Place this on your clit.”
Eve took it, noting the soft, spongy clips. Spreading herself with her free hand, she carefully placed the clamp along her clit and released it for closure. The pressure was strong but not painful. She felt herself swell, causing more pleasurable pressure.
“These are for your nipples,” Broderick said, handing her the other two. Eve placed them on her nipples and released, and the same firm pressure squeezed her.
Her spine straightened as a rush of skin-tickling desire came over her.
Broderick took a long, slow look. Her eyes flickered with desire and the crimson on her cheeks plumed and grew. Eve could sense the elevated beating of her heart even from a few feet away.
“I’m all yours,” Eve whispered, already imagining what all this machine was going to do for her.
Broderick seemed lost in her own world for a moment but then she blinked and walked to her metal box. Holding it in her hands, she looked at Eve and asked, “Are you ready for the best orgasm you’ve ever had?”
Eve licked her lips and revved the handlebars as if to accelerate, remembering their earlier conversation in the hotel bar. When it came to sex she had no limits. And she’d tried everything under the sun and behind the moon, searching for that ultimate orgasm, the one she’d never forget. The one that would take her as high as she could possibly go. Broderick had understood this, more so than the other attendees at the ultimate sex toy convention.
