Flesh For Fantasy

by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

“That’s better,” William said. “Now the beat is flowing back, this time in your pussy. It’s like hot honey running down inside your belly and flowing out of your cunt, making it warmer and warmer.”

  Cynthia spread her legs as she “felt” the honey flow. “Spread your legs as the honey streams down your thighs. You need something cool. The honey is making you hot. Paul’s cock is still the only cool thing in the room. Sit on it. Take it inside you.”

  Cynthia climbed onto Paul’s lap and impaled herself on his cock. “Move it around to cool your entire cunt,” William said. “Up and down so it cools the sides of your passage. There’s cool juice inside that prick. Tighten your muscles to squeeze out the cool juice. Squeeze and relax, squeeze and relax. That’s the best way.”

  Paul could take no more. With a scream he came deep inside her. “Yes, you did well,” William said. “Cold juice is spurting into your pussy and putting out the fire. But you must hold Paul’s cock inside you or you’ll get hot again.”

  Paul looked at William, exhausted. He had no idea what William had in mind, but he was spent.

  “Have you ever felt a woman come?” Sylvia asked Paul. “Really felt it? Well, we’ve always thought that we could make one come just from the sound of William’s voice. The only way we’d be sure is if she came while your cock was still inside and you could feel her climax. Are you game.?”

  Paul looked at Cynthia still sitting in his lap. He knew she couldn’t hear him or Sylvia. “Yeah, sure. I’m game. But I don’t think you can do it. Orgasm isn’t trainable.”

  “We think it is. Let’s put it to the test. I’ll let the other women listen, too. You can all enjoy your date’s excitement.”

  He tapped another bell. All the women looked at William. “Now, ladies, don’t move any part of your body, just listen to my voice. You will feel exactly what I tell you to feel. Do you understand?”

  Cynthia and the other women nodded. “I understand.”

  “You feel hands on your breasts. One hand on each breast is kneading your flesh. It feels so good. Lean forward just a bit so your breasts will press into the caressing hands. “ Paul felt her strain forward. “That’s good. The fingers are twisting your nipples now. It’s painful, but it is also exciting. The pinches have taken on a rhythm, first one side then the other. They are pulling at your nipples, milking your breasts. Those hands are making you so excited.”

  Paul could feel Cynthia’s body swaying with the sound of William’s voice. The voice was so exciting that each of the other two men were playing with the breasts of the women now sitting on their laps.

  “The fingers are creating tiny electrical charges that are sparking through your tits. Hot electrical sparks that excite you and make your pussy wetter. You can feel the sparks through your ribs and your belly. Tiny pinpoints of pain and pleasure are traveling over your skin, lower and lower through your belly and now over the insides of your thighs.

  “The sparks are tiny caresses now, flicking soft touches up the insides of your thighs. Now those flickers are on your pussy, pulsing over your clit.”

  Almost simultaneously the other two men entered their women and began pumping in sync with William’s voice.

  “Your clit is pulsing with the sensation. You can feel the tightness grow in your belly as your climax approaches. That tightness is traveling to your pussy.”

  Paul could feel his cock swell as he tried to remain still. He could feel Cynthia’s juices soaking his thighs.

  “Feel those pulses all over your body, in your breasts, in your mouth, in your ass. Those pulses are your orgasm approaching. You want to resist but you can’t. The pull of the pulses is too strong. The pulses are pulling your orgasm from you.

  “Tell me, are you going to come?”

  “Yes,” each woman screamed. “I can feet it…right now.

  “Then come now. Let the orgasm come. Let the pulses flow through your cunt.”

  Paul screamed as he felt Cynthia’s climax suck at his cock. He couldn’t keep his own orgasm back and he climaxed again.

  No one was sure how much later William tapped the bell that released the women from their trances. He and Sylvia tossed blankets over the exhausted couples and turned down the light.

  “Good night, everyone,” William said. “Sylvia and I are going upstairs.”

  Chapter

  8

  It was several weeks before Barbara saw Maggie again. She had dated Jay frequently and had had dates, and been to bed with three other men—one from her office, one a neighbor, and one a man she had met at the supermarket. She had also played the tapes frequently and found that, thanks to the attitudes of the people in the stories, she had become accepting of sex in all forms, and was able to suggest games and activities that proved both stimulating and rewarding.

  In mid-June, Barbara arrived home from work one evening to find Maggie in her kitchen, cooking. After long, almost tearful hugs, Barbara stepped back, looked at her friend and said, “It’s been such a long time and I’ve missed you. God, things smell good in here.”

  “I’ve missed you, too,” Maggie said. “And I’m making corned beef and cabbage. I couldn’t resist.”

  “You must have shopped. How did you do that? Could people see you?”

  Maggie looked shocked. “They must have been able to, but I have no clue how. I never even thought about it. I just went to the supermarket and picked up a few things.” She shook her head. “People must have seen me. The woman checked me out without a blink. And I had money in my wallet.”

  “But in the mall, no one could see you but me.”

  “Things in this plane of existence work strangely to say the least. When is this?”

  “It’s June.”

  “It looked springy,” Maggie said. “But I cooked this anyway. It was in my mind when I arrived at the A&P.”

  Barbara lifted a piece of cabbage from the pot and tasted. “Wonderful. I’m glad you did. And I’m incredibly glad to see you.”

  Maggie hugged Barbara again. “Me too, although I just left you a few moments before I showed up at the supermarket.”

  Barbara opened the refrigerator door and spied a six-pack of Sam Adams. She looked toward Maggie questioningly. “My favorite. One for you?” At Maggie’s nod, she pulled out two bottles.

  “Sure.” She pushed a long fork into the slab of meat in the pot. “Let’s give this about fifteen more minutes.”

  The two women sat at the kitchen table and each poured a beer. “How have you been, Barbara?” Maggie asked.

  “I’ve been great,” Barbara said. “Lots of dates, lots of good healthy sex.”

  “Steve?”

  “No. Not him. Despite all the great clothes and keeping myself looking good, he pays almost no attention to me, except as a very useful piece of furniture.”

  “Have you asked him out?”

  “No. We did have dinner one evening, but it was with a client and his wife. I guess Lisa, Ms. Knockout, isn’t the kind you take to dinner with a guy with oodles of old money. You should have seen his wife. Her jewelry was older than I was.”

  “And nothing remotely date-like from Steve?”

  “Not a whisper. He didn’t even take me home, just put me into a hired car and told the driver to take me wherever I wanted to go.”

  “We really have to do something about that, don’t we?”

  “Yes, we do. But I have another request first. Those tapes?”

  “I gave you all I had,” Maggie said.

  “You told me that the man who made them has a store in the city. I think, well…”

  “Yes? Out with it.”

  “Well, I’d like to meet him.”

  “His voice really gets to you, doesn’t it?”

  “His voice fills my erotic dreams, which, of course, I’d never admit to having except to you. What’s he like?”

  “He owns an erotic toy, book, and what-have-you store in the Village. He’s a free spirit with a great understanding of the secret desires ever
yone has. And he exploits that knowledge in his stories and the items he sells in the shop. He’s wonderfully creative in everything he does. And I do mean everything.”

  “You’ve been to bed with him?”

  “Beds, boats, tables, CJ makes love wherever the fancy strikes him. But yes, I’ve been with him many times.”

  “Was he a customer?”

  “He doesn’t ever have to pay for it. He has whatever he wants, whenever he wants it. And frequently he wanted me. And I wanted him. So we did. I met him when I first went into his shop to buy a few things.”

  “I don’t want to make love with him, I just want to see the man who goes with that incredible voice.”

  “The shop is called A Private Place.” Maggie wrote down the address on a piece of paper. “Take one of the tapes as sort of an introduction. And keep an open mind and be ready for anything, that is, if you’re so inclined.”

  “Oh, Maggie,” Barbara said. “That’s not why I want to meet him.”

  “Whatever you say.” She took a long drink of her beer and the conversation shifted.

  The storefront was unremarkable, a large window with a display of erotic books, but nothing overt enough to offend any passers-by. The words A Private Place were lettered on the window in ornate gold script, and there was a small sign in the corner of the window that proclaimed C. J. Winterman, Prop. CJ. Yes, that voice. Hours 11:00 to 5:00 Tues., Thurs., and Sat. He certainly works only when it suits him, Barbara thought.

  That Saturday afternoon, as she stood looking in the window, Barbara rubbed her sweating palms together. She was nervous as a teenager, yet she dearly wanted to meet the man who had been part of her fantasies since Maggie gave her the first tape. She took a deep breath, inhaling late spring air, then glanced at her watch. Almost five o’clock. Only a few minutes until closing, but the sign read Open. She pushed open the door and heard a small bell jingle.

  The store was well lit, with racks and shelves filled with sex toys, erotic games, books, greeting cards, everything the creative lover might want. She slowly toured the shop, pausing to giggle at several get well and birthday cards, then trembled a bit in front of a display of bondage equipment. As she crossed the front sales area, she overheard a young couple discussing which vibrator they should purchase.

  “Do you think that’s powerful enough?” she said.

  “I don’t want the kind that plugs in,” he responded. “You’re limited by the length of the cord.”

  “I like this one. It has a clit tickler,” she said.

  “If you like it, then we’ll get it.” The man handed a woman behind the counter a credit card as Barbara looked over a display of whips and leather harnesses.

  “These are cleverly arranged so that you can strap on a dildo leaving your hands free for other pleasures,” a voice behind her said.

  It was his voice, the voice from the tapes. It hummed through her, making her knees weak and her pussy wet. She swallowed and turned slowly. He was about her age, average height with very curly brown hair and a sweet, almost cherubic face. His smile was open and warm. No wonder people buy stuff here, Barbara thought. He seems so innocent, as though everything in here must be ordinary. “You must be CJ,” “ she said.

  “Is that a guess from the sign in the window, or have you been here before?”

  That voice. That incredible voice.

  “Actually neither. I know your voice from some tapes I’ve been listening to.” She withdrew a tape from her pocketbook and showed it to him.

  “Oh.” His face lit up as he grinned. “Yes. But these are part of the special edition, ones I made up for my friends.” He pointed to the gold rim around the label. “See. This is how you tell. Where did you get this one?”

  “That’s a bit of a long story. Let’s just say I got a few of them from a wonderful woman named Maggie.”

  “I haven’t seen Maggie in a long time. I miss her. How is she?”

  How to handle this one? Barbara wondered. “Actually, Maggie passed away last summer.”

  “I am so sorry. She was an amazing woman. Were you good friends?”

  “Oh, yes, very good friends. But that was long ago.”

  “And were you and she kindred spirits?”

  Barbara knew exactly what he was asking. Was she a hooker? “We weren’t in the same line of work,” she answered. “But we shared a lot of the same feelings.” Was that an invitation? She hoped so. Much as she had denied it to Maggie, she had to admit that she wanted this man as she had never wanted anything.

  “And what can I do to help you?” CJ asked.

  “CJ,” a voice called, postponing her answer. “It’s after five and my husband’s waiting outside. Unless you need me, I’m leaving.”

  “Have a nice evening, Alice,” CJ called. “And turn the sign as you leave.”

  “I guess you’re closing now,” Barbara said, unable now to ask for what she wanted. The moment was gone. “I’ll be leaving, too.”

  “Since you’re a friend of Maggie’s, you’re welcome to wander as long as you like. Were you looking for anything special?” He placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her toward the display of leather-and-metal harnesses. “These are usually bought by dominants, for training sessions with their subs. Do they interest you?” He spoke with his mouth close to her ear, his breath warm, his hands on her shoulders.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “You’re trembling. Tell me what has you so excited. The idea of wearing one of those and doing deliciously evil things to someone?” When she remained silent, he continued. “Or maybe having someone wear a harness like that and overpower you.”

  Barbara couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. She was unable to control any parts of her body. All her thoughts were concentrated on his hands, his mouth, and her aching pussy.

  “Did you want to buy one for your lover? Male or female?”

  “Not for a lover,” she croaked.

  “For yourself?”

  “For you.” The words slipped out, but she was glad she had said them.

  “Ah.” His breath was warm against her ear. “You have a fantasy about me. Maybe in the fantasy I am wearing something made from heavy leather straps with metal rings and buckles, holding you down while I violate your body.” Barbara couldn’t answer. “You are helpless, unable to prevent me from doing whatever I want to you. Is that what you want?” Silence. His mouth remained against her ear, his tongue licking the edge. His arm slipped across her upper chest and pressed her back tightly against his chest. “Is it?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Good girl,” he putted. “Don’t move.” He nipped at her ear with his teeth, then left her. She heard him pull down the shades and put the chain on the door. He returned to stand behind her. “Now no one can come in and disturb us. Come with me.”

  Barbara moved like an automaton, following his slender frame through a curtain and into the back of the shop. They passed through a storage area and into another room. CJ closed the door and slid a bolt home. “Now we are truly alone. You are here of your own free will, are you not?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Do you understand about safe words?”

  Barbara remembered that Maggie had explained that if anyone used the pre-agreed safe word during any bondage session, everything stopped. She nodded.

  “I use a slightly different system.” He placed a Ping-Pong ball in Barbara’s hand. “If you drop this, I will stop anything and everything, no questions asked. Do you understand?”

  Barbara looked down at the small white ball in her hand. “Yes,” she said, unable to say anything more even if she wanted to. The inside of her mouth felt like cotton, her knees were jelly, and her insides were trembling so hard it was difficult to concentrate on anything else. But she was so turned on, she felt as if she could come on command.

  “And do you promise me you will drop that if anything, and I do mean anything, bothers you? It’s most important that I have your wor
d on that.”

  “You have my word,” she said.

  “Good.” CJ flipped a switch and the room filled with the music that formed the background on the tapes. Then he opened a small closet in the corner of the room, grabbed some clothes and stepped behind a shoulder-height screen. “Get undressed,” he said, his head above the top of the screen. “I want you completely naked.” When she hesitated, he snapped, “Now!”

  Barbara put the ball down, quickly removed her clothes, put them on a chair and picked up the ball again.

  “Let me see you,” CJ said, still behind the screen. “Stand up straight, stretch your arms up over your head and spread your legs.”

  Barbara separated her feet slightly and raised her arms.

  “Wider,” he snapped.

  Barbara spread her feet wider and stared at CJ’s face, the only part of him she could see.

  “Nice,” he said, obviously fumbling with clothes behind the screen. “Good legs, nice hips. Show me your tits.”

  “What?” Barbara said.

  “Put the ball down and hold those tits for me so I can see how full they are.” When her hands remained in the air, he said, “Do it now or leave.”

  Barbara put the ball on the small chair at her side, then cupped her breasts. The room was warm but she was shivering, from need, from lust, and from a sliver of fear. What had she gotten herself into?

  “Pinch the nipples and make them hard. Show them to me.”

  Embarrassed bur so aroused, she pinched her nipples until they swelled.

  “Nice titties,” CJ said. “Big and soft. You’ll do nicely.” When she went to put her feet together, he said, “Not in my presence. Your feet will always be apart, your body ready for me. Do you understand? Get the ball, then come here.”

  He stepped from behind the screen, now dressed in a deep brown harness. Wide straps of what appeared to be hard, unyielding leather crossed his bare chest and a leather pouch cupped his penis and testicles. He wore leather sandals that laced up his slender, yet muscular legs. He wore wide silver cuffs around his biceps and a leather collar around his neck. Whatever led me to see him as an angel? Barbara wondered. In this outfit, he was all power and control.