Flesh For Fantasy

by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

  “Say what you wish,” Sylvia said. “She won’t remember anything we don’t want her to.”

  “Well, you all know I don’t like willing women. I like my women to fight me.”

  Sylvia chuckled. “We know that, dear. We know all your tastes. In our conversations with Kitt, we discovered that she has a matching fantasy, one that she’s been reluctant to discuss with anyone. But we’ve used that desire to train her to fulfill your fantasy, while fulfilling hers at the same time.” She looked around the room, catching Samuel’s eyes, then Paul’s. “The same is true of your dinner companions, gentlemen. Your tastes match perfectly. Now, I hope you two don’t mind waiting? We’d like to play, one couple at a time.”

  The two others shook their heads. If William and Sylvia did know all their tastes, it was going to be an evening worth waiting for.

  “Now, Kitt,” William said, “listen to me. Marshall wants to fuck you. Do you want him to?”

  Kitt smiled and allowed her gaze to roam over Marshall’s body. “Yes. He’s very sexy and I’m very hungry.”

  Sylvia said, softly, “The girls are all very hungry. Their bodies have been conditioned to become physically aroused at the sound of the bells.” She looked at William, then at the three men. “We have found that sexual excitement, like anything else, can be conditioned. We have trained these girls to react in specific ways to different sounds.” She looked at Kitt, standing proudly and displaying her shapely body. “How much do you want him? Tell him.”

  A slow, erotic smile spread over her face. “I want you to make love to me. I want you to fuck me now. Please fuck me.”

  Marshall looked disappointed. It was too easy.

  “Don’t worry,” William said, “we understand.” William tapped Kitt’s bell twice. Instantly, Kitt grabbed her dress and held it in front of her as she backed away from Marshall. “I know who you are and what you want. You want to rape me.” She licked her lips. “I’ve seen you looking at me all evening and I’m not going to give in. Don’t you come near me,” she snarled.

  William looked at the smile that spread over Marshall’s face. “Is this more to your liking?”

  “Most certainly,” Marshall said. “I’ve always had rape fantasies, but I would never actually commit rape, hurt anyone, you know. Are you sure that she really wants this?”

  “You’ll have to trust me. Each of these women has been selected for her sexual tastes and appetites. Don’t worry. All of you,” he looked around the room, “will get tremendous pleasure from what happens.”

  “If you’re sure.”

  “I am. Now, she’s all yours,” William said.

  Marshall stood and carefully removed his jacket and loosened his tie. He dropped the jacket on the sofa next to him but kept the tie in his hand. As he walked toward Kitt, he glanced around the room. Yes, he thought, there was everything he might need. He slowly stalked Kitt as she backed away from him. “Come here, Kitt, I won’t hurt you.”

  “Stay away,” she said.

  “It will be easier for you if you hold still. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I know exactly what you want, Marshall, and you won’t get it from me without a fight.” She continued to back away from him staying just out of arm’s reach.

  With sudden speed, Marshall took three steps, reached out and snatched the dress from Kitt’s hands. Then, as she tried to scamper away, he snagged her wrist and pulled her to him. He twisted her arm behind her and tangled the fingers of his free hand in her hair.

  Hairpins flew everywhere as long strands pulled free. Soon, still holding her squirming body, he wrapped a hank of long flaxen hair around his hand. He gently pulled her head back and pressed his lips against hers. She tried to twist away from his kiss, but his hand in her hair prevented her head from moving.

  As he felt her press her lips together to keep his tongue out of her mouth, he said, “You aren’t strong enough to resist me, you know.”

  Silently she glared at him, her lips sealed.

  “Let me find out just how reluctant you really are,” he said. He picked her up and dropped her on the nearest sofa. As she tried to twist away, he stretched his body on top of hers and reached his hand between her legs. He touched her pubic hair and slid a finger through her folds. He smiled. “You’re soaking wet. You really do want me.”

  “Keep your hands off me!” she shouted.

  Marshall hesitated.

  “Marshall,” William said, “just in case you need reassurance…” He tapped Kitt’s bell. Instantly she was quiet. Looking puzzled about how she ended up on the sofa with her date’s body stretched over hers, she gazed into Marshall’s eyes and said, “Mmmm. You feel good against me. Are you going to make love to me?”

  “Yes, darling, I am.” Marshall nodded to William who tapped Kitt’s bell twice. At the sound, she was a tiger again, squirming to get free of his hold. “God, I like it like this,” Marshall said. He looked at Samuel and Paul. “Gentlemen, I could use a little help at this moment.”

  The two men got up and each held one of Kitt’s arms. Marshall held both her legs and together they carried her over to a low table. Samuel and Paul each pulled off his tie. They stretched Kitt across the table, face up, her head hanging off the end. Using their ties and a soft rope that William provided, they tied her arms and legs to the table legs. Then they stood up and surveyed the scene. Kitt was still dressed in the corselet and stockings, but her cunt and nipples were exposed, offered to the men for their use.

  “Yes,” Marshall said, “that’s very good. “ He paused, looking at her squirming body. “William,” he said, “you said that she’d be enjoying this. I want you to release her so we can both enjoy.”

  William tapped her bell again. “Kitt,” he said, “listen to me.” Kitt’s body went limp. “Marshall wants you to relax and be yourself. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” Kitt said, testing her bonds, “I understand. But I can’t move.”

  “No, you can’t. Does that upset you?” When she hesitated, he asked again, his voice soft, “Does it?”

  Kitt looked at Marshall. “No. I find it very exciting, being tied up like this. But it’s hard for me to admit it.”

  “I understand. Do whatever you like. If you say stop, you can be sure that I will.”

  Kitt smiled and again pulled against the ties that held her. “I really am at your mercy. What are you going to do?”

  “Pleasure us both, I hope,” Marshall said. Then he walked around the table stroking and scratching Kitt’s belly, thighs, nipples. “You’re so beautiful.”

  Quickly he undressed and knelt at the head of the table so his hard, erect cock was level with her mouth. “I want you to suck it,” he said.

  Kitt opened her mouth, then paused. With a gleam in her eyes, she turned her head away, her lips firmly pressed together. “Oh, yes, baby, get into the game. Fight me.”

  Marshall twisted his hand in her hair and pulled her face around. “Open your mouth, bitch, and suck my cock!”

  As she did as he said, he pressed his penis into her mouth. Suddenly Marshall knew she was enjoying what she was doing. He felt her lips tighten on his cock and her tongue slide over his skin. As he pulled back, he felt her create a vacuum in her mouth as she sucked. Still holding her head, he fucked her mouth until he came. Spurts of semen filled her throat and she swallowed, licking him clean.

  As Marshall settled back on his haunches, he said, “What about her? She’s so hot.”

  “What’s your pleasure, gentlemen?” William asked.

  “I’d like to watch one of the other girls get her off,” Samuel said.

  “Is that all right with you, Kitt?” Marshall asked.

  “Would you like to watch?” she asked him.

  “Oh, yes,” he admitted.

  Kitt smiled and nodded.

  “That’s a splendid idea,” Sylvia said. “We haven’t trained anyone specifically for that, so it will interesting to see how it works.”

  As Wil
liam reached for another bell, Sylvia said, “Let me tell her. I think I’d enjoy doing that.”

  “Certainly,” William said, tapping a different bell. A clear note, higher than any they had heard previously, sounded through the room. Ginny raised her dark-brown eyes and looked at William. “Ginny, you will listen to Sylvia like a good girl. You will hear only her voice and do whatever she says,” William said.

  Ginny turned toward Sylvia who said, “Dear, Kitt is so excited and she needs to come. I want you to pleasure her with your mouth.”

  William explained to the three men. “Ginny is our most adventurous woman. You must understand that I never ask any woman to do anything that is outside her nature.”

  During William’s explanation, Ginny had sat quietly, not yet obeying Sylvia’s instructions.

  “Has she ever had any lesbian experiences?” Samuel asked.

  “Several, according to her, and she enjoys it tremendously, “ Sylvia said, turning to the girl. “Ginny, I told you to do something.”

  “Tell me exactly what you want me to do,” Ginny whispered. “I want to hear the words.”

  “All right, my dear. I want you to do whatever I tell you.” Sylvia smiled. “Now, get up and go over to the table.”

  Marshall was holding Kitt’s head in his hands, stroking her face. “We’ll both enjoy what’s going to happen,” he whispered to her.

  Ginny approached and, at Sylvia’s instruction, knelt beside Kitt. “Now suck her nipples,” Sylvia said. “Take one into your mouth and suck it, hard. Tug at it with your teeth.”

  Ginny bent over Kitt’s body and began to suck her breasts, exposed above the corselet.

  “Use your hands. Pull her tits out and caress them with your hands.”

  Marshall could hear slurping sounds as Ginny sucked.

  “Now the other one,” Sylvia said. Obediently Ginny switched to the other breast.

  Kitt’s hips thrust upward, reaching for something, a cock, a tongue. “She needs you, Ginny. She needs your mouth on her pussy to make her come. Lick and suck her pussy, Ginny, like a good girl.”

  Ginny moved around the table and tentatively touched the tip of her tongue to Kitt’s cunt lips. “Lick the whole length of her slit,” Sylvia said, “then flick your tongue over her clit. Good. Now stick your tongue inside and pull it out. Lick. Nibble at her clit.”

  Sylvia walked over and placed her hand on Kitt’s belly, just above her pubic hair. “I can feel her hips moving,” she said. “Lick faster. Flick your tongue over her clit, then pull it into your mouth. Yes. Make her come. I can feel it coming. Don’t stop. “ There was a moment’s pause, then Sylvia yelled, “Now! Suck hard now.”

  Marshall reached down and felt the tiny, compulsive movements of Kitt’s hips. As she came, he pressed his mouth against hers and probed with his tongue. He thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth in the rhythm he could feel with his hand. Her climax seemed to go on for hours. When she calmed, Marshall untied her and cradled her in his lap.

  As Ginny finished licking Kitt’s body, Samuel stood up, unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect cock. He had to have her now. On a side table there was a jar of lubricant and he spread a handful on his cock. “Tell her to let me fuck her my way.”

  “She already knows,” Sylvia said, “and she loves it that way. Offer Samuel what he wants, Ginny.”

  Ginny flipped her dress up over her back, raised her ass in the air and, still licking Kitt’s pussy, parted her ass cheeks with her hands. All anyone could see were the same garters and stockings that Kitt was wearing, except Ginny’s were black to match her dress.

  Samuel found his cock getting even harder at her eagerness to give and take pleasure. God, he wanted her tight ass. He rubbed his lubricated fingers over her entire rear, then pressed the tip of one finger against her hole.

  “Oh, yes, darling,” Ginny said, holding very still. Samuel’s finger pressed and released. Slowly, the pushing became a bit harder and the tip of his finger penetrated. Deeper and deeper his thrusting finger went, rhythmically forcing itself into her.

  As the finger continued its assault, her hips began to thrust backward. “That feels good, doesn’t it, Ginny. It’s tight, but it makes your pussy hot.” He reached around and fingered her sopping cunt with his other hand. “So wet. You’re so wet.”

  Samuel stroked her pussy with one hand and fucked her ass with the other. When he felt she was ready and he could wait no longer, he lubricated his hard cock and pressed the tip against her puckered bole, then thrust deep into her.

  “It feels so good, darling. Do it harder,” she screamed.

  Samuel kept massaging her cunt and soon felt her rear muscles relax and her hips begin to buck. “Yes,” he said, establishing his own rhythm, “move your hips while I fuck your ass and finger your cunt. Move with me.

  “Oh, God,” she screamed, “I’m going to come.”

  “We’re both going to come, Ginny.”

  He fucked her ass and rubbed her pussy until they both came and collapsed on the floor.

  Barbara stopped the tape and, panting from her orgasm, she went into the bathroom and got a glass of water. That I could get so hot from just a story…she thought. No wonder people buy dirty books and magazines. Then she stopped herself. Not dirty. Erotic. Delicious. She made a mental note to find a bookstore or newsstand and do a little shopping. When she was calmer, she lay back on the bed and pressed play again and the story resumed. She was instantly back in the basement with William and Sylvia.

  William crossed to the bar and poured Sylvia and the three men a drink. They untied Kitt and put robes on the two spent girls. Then they sat them on the sofa and put them back into their trance.

  William looked at Paul. “Yours is yet to come. I just want everyone a bit rested to watch the show.”

  Paul smiled and rearranged his clothing over his hard cock. After what he had already witnessed, whatever William and Sylvia had in store for him would be worth any amount of inconvenience.

  After they had rested for a short while, William said, “Your treat is a bit different, Paul. Cynthia has been trained for a new experience. When she hears her bell she will listen only to my voice and she will feel exactly what I tell her to feel. “ William tapped a bell with a lower, more mellow tone. Cynthia sat up.

  “Cynthia,” William said, “it’s very warm in here, isn’t it?”

  “Yes,” she said. “Very warm.”

  “So warm that you think you’ll never be able to get cool.”

  Cynthia started fanning herself with her hand. Her face began to flush and she blew a stream of cool air on her chest.

  “That air you’re blowing is hot and it’s making you hotter. Even though this room is full of important people and you will be very embarrassed to do so, you have to pull the top of your dress down to get cool.”

  Cynthia looked around at the “important people” and looked very uncomfortable. “I’m so hot,” she murmured, “I have to get cool.” She pulled the top of her dress down and, like the other girls, she was wearing a corselet that bared her nipples, hers in silver.

  “You’re still so hot,” William continued. “That’s not helping. Your nipples are the center of the beat. They’re so hot they’re on fire. You have to cool them off. Your whole tit is so hot.” Cynthia pulled her breasts out of the corselet, looked frantically around the room and spotted the ice in Paul’s drink. She grabbed the glass, pulled out an ice cube and rubbed it over her breasts. “Yes, that feels better, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes.” The word came out like a hiss. “Better.”

  “The ice is getting hotter from the heat of your breast. It’s not cooling anymore. You need something else.”

  “What?” she asked, dropping the ice cube.

  “Paul’s mouth. That’s the only cool thing in the room. But he might not want to suck your tits and cool them. You have to ask nicely.”

  “Please cool my tits,” she said, offering her breasts to him. “Please.”
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br />   Paul blew a stream of air across her nipples. “Yes,” she purred, “that’s cool. But I need your mouth.”

  Paul smiled and said, “You’ll have to force them into my mouth.” This was his oldest fantasy coming true.

  She climbed into his lap and forced her swollen buds into his mouth. She pulled at his hair and his ears as she tried to force her whole breast into his mouth at once. He sucked and was in heaven.

  “Now the other one, Cynthia. Let Paul’s mouth cool it.”

  Paul alternated between Cynthia’s pillow-soft, white breasts, filling his mouth and his hands with her flesh.

  “Your tits are getting cool now,” William said, “but the beat is traveling to your mouth. It’s your mouth that is hot now.”

  Cynthia opened her mouth and panted, trying to draw in cool air. Then she picked up Paul’s drink and took an ice cube into her mouth.

  “That ice is still hot, Cynthia,” William said. “There’s only one thing here that’s cool.” She looked at him, puzzled. “Paul’s cock. It’s the only cool thing in the room.

  Frantically Cynthia pulled at Paul’s zipper until she could pull his pants aside and take out his cock. It was huge. Paul loved to have it sucked, but it was too big for most women.

  “It’s a huge ice cube, Cynthia,” William said. “If you take it into your mouth it will cool you, but only where it touches. The rest of your mouth will still be hot.”

  Cynthia wrapped her hand around Paul’s erection and opened her mouth as wide as she could. She took Paul’s entire cock into her mouth, her tongue and hands moving ceaselessly. She bobbed her head, moving the “cold” cock around to cool each part of her hot flesh.

  For five minutes, everyone watched as Cynthia sucked Paul’s erection until it was hard for him not to come. “Make her stop,” he cried. “I want to come in her pussy.”

  “The heat in your mouth is subsiding now, Cynthia.” Cynthia’s body slowly relaxed and she sat up. “Your body is warm again all over. You’d better take off your dress.”

  Cynthia pulled off the dress that had been bunched around her waist.