by Mia Moore
Oh God, after getting so turned on watching her on stage and now for her to be undressing me, her seductive body standing inches from mine caused my breath to hitch in my throat. Waves of steamy heat from her luscious breasts filled my senses, intoxicating and more liberating than any alcoholic drink could ever be. And her words…she was here to please me…My stomach fluttered, eager for more.
Her fingers gently cupped the outside of my breasts while her ruby painted thumbnails scratched across my nipples. Oh God, the sensation shot straight to my clit, filling the area with a warm ache for more. I raised my hands, eager to explore the creamy round globes in front of me.
“You aren’t allowed to touch, Janice.” I turned to see Damian smiling at me, his hand on his pants, holding the outline of his hard cock.
“It’s okay. I always bend that rule with women, especially when they’re hot like Janice.” Lola leaned forward, rubbing her jeweled nipples against my breasts.
I grasped the soft flesh and kneaded her breasts, lost in the decadent wonder of touching another woman. This was nothing like the girlish experience of my youth--no shyness or giggling response, only lush invitation. I longed to tear the ruby pasty from her nipple to touch her there, suck her flesh into my mouth.
She must have sensed my desire because now she lowered her head, to pay homage with her mouth to the hardened tip of my nipple. Her face and lips against my skin were like silk, her tongue hot and teasing as I watched her.
My gaze lifted when Damian stepped behind me, pressing his cock against my ass before pulling and bunching my tight skirt up onto my waist. With the thumb of his other hand, he hooked the elastic of my panties and slid them down until they landed on the floor. I lifted my foot to step out of them and kicked them aside, felling the ache in my pussy for Lola’s touch.
Her hand slid past my stomach and her fingers cupped the lips of my pussy, gently massaging and pressing into my clit. She raised her upper body and her sultry green eyes met mine, as she fondled me.
I sensed rather than saw, Damian move so that he could watch Lola and I from a better vantage point. The wanton look in Lola’s eyes as her hand massaged the damp flesh between my legs was hypnotizing.
I gasped when her fingers parted my lips and she touched me, her velvet fingers sparking currents of desire deep inside. “Oh yes…” The words slipped from lips that were loose, my eyes half closed in lust.
“Oh please…” I whispered, neither knowing nor caring if I was addressing Lola or Damian.
Damian placed his arm around me supporting my weight when my legs began to tremble from her touch. Her fingers were slippery in the wetness that flooded from inside me, stroking my clit faster with a sense of urgency.
I became lost in the intense sensation, my pussy opening for more while feasting my eyes on her body—the glitter of the ruby on her nipple catching the light when her breasts jiggled, the small mound of her tummy, a matching ruby winking from her naval, the curve of her narrow waist to the fullness of her hips, and the narrow strip of red cloth, not quite concealing her dark, womanly lips.
My hand left her breast and my fingers pulled the line of cloth on her vulva to the side. I had to touch her, to feel her wetness, finger her clit, before she made me come. Her slippery folds had opened like flower petals, inviting my finger inside where the swollen nub lay waiting.
There was a snick of a zipper and Damian’s cock rubbed pre-cum across the side of my bare ass, his breath fast and hot in the hollow between my shoulder and neck. “Fuck baby, this is hot. Finger fuck her. Make her come.”
It was all I could do to vibrate my finger on her clit as she alternated between dipping her fingers deep inside my opening and then flicking them quickly, like a tongue licking my clit.
“Yes…faster… pleeease…”
Damian shifted to the side and threw himself down onto the chair, pulling my bare ass towards him. Lola’s finger stayed on my clit, stroking up and down as Damian’s cock shoved roughly inside me.
“Oh God…yes, just like that…” I reached for Lola’s cunt once more, leaning forward and feeling the hot flesh of her tits on my face as Damian grunted, jerking upward in short thrusts, his fingers digging into my hips as he pulled my ass hard, onto him.
She moved away from my hand and knelt down in front of my fully exposed and stretched pussy. I watched as she leaned close, the tip of her pink tongue visible between her luscious red lips. The sight of her tongue, extended, licking my clit while Damian’s cock almost split me in two, so thick and deep…Oh God, I was drowning in forbidden lewdness.
My hips rocked back and forth and I pulled Lola’s head hard onto my cunt, grinding my clit and pussy onto her mouth, aware of nothing but the exquisite sensations of a hard, hurting cock and the hotness of her tongue licking me. On and on the orgasm consumed my being--the lascivious sight in the mirror of Lola’s body, kneeling in front of me while Damian’s face was contorted in the lusty pleasure of his orgasm.
Her tongue lapped my clit, pushing me to my limit and higher still. Never before had I been eaten out like this. I wanted it to last forever, enjoy every lewd moment. My gaze of her form in the mirror dropped to the firm roundness of her ass. She was beautiful and I wanted to taste her, bring her to the ecstasy she had given me.
But that was not to be. She rose to her feet and smiled down at me, a kind of victory in her eyes. “Your first time, Janice, but I’m guessing not your last.”
“But what about you? I didn’t get to—“
“Not this time. This was all about you tonight.” She turned and retreated through the curtain, leaving Damian and I alone once again.
*****
We held hands driving back home, both of us basking in the afterglow of love and sharing an erotic adventure. I glanced over at him for what seemed like the fiftieth time, admiring his strong handsome profile, highlighted by the soft glow of the dashboard.
“You know me so well. I really wasn’t that interested in having sex with Sean’s girlfriend. Maybe a little touch or feel to turn you and Sean on, but nothing beyond that. But tonight…wow.”
He had my juices flowing when he’d suggested the stripper club. I’d never been in one and it was a walk on the wild side, something that always got me hot, being naughty. He knew that about me. As long as he guided me, I was free to enjoy any and every erotic pleasure to be had. I just needed a nudge to jump into ever deeper waters.
“And if you change your mind at the last minute on Saturday night, that’s okay too. I’m going to be with the hottest woman in the club and I’ll always be happy to just be with her.” He squeezed my hand and from the look on his face, I knew he meant it.
“If Rebecca’s anywhere near as sexy as Lola, I can’t wait. Except next time, I’m going to do more than just finger her.” I shook my head, hardly able to believe what I’d just said. But it was true.
Was this how a man feels seeing a sexy, luscious woman and knowing she wants to fuck him as much as he wants her? This was a side of me that had awakened tonight-- seeing a woman not as competition for a man’s attention, but viewing her with lust, yearning for the pleasure she would give me and the pleasure I would give her body.
“I can’t wait for Saturday night!” This might be Sean’s fantasy but I was going to enjoy it as well.
The End of Episode 3…
All For You – Episode 4
Chapter 23
Janice
I can’t believe I’m nervous about meeting Sean’s lady-friend. What if she isn’t attracted to me? What if I’m not attracted to her? Holy cow, it’s kind of like a blind date! Who would ever have thought, me, a happily married woman would ever have dating jitters again?
“Almost ready?” Damian’s deep voice calling from the kitchen interrupted my thoughts.
“Almost, just five more minutes.” I fluffed my pale, blond locks with the tips of my fingers and turned to the side to see my profile in the mirror. It was a new hairstyle that my hairdresser had suggested
and I was still getting used to it—a bit shorter and messy looking. She may have been exaggerating when she said it flattered my pixie-like face—to me, I looked a bit primitive.
Considering what the plan for the evening was, perhaps a new look, a new me, was appropriate. I adjusted the low neck-line of the vinyl dress, pulling the tight fabric down to show more cleavage. I’d bought the dress yesterday on a whim when I saw it displayed on the mannequin. Normally, I wear colorful feminine and flirty dresses, totally different from this shiny black, almost Dominatrix costume.
What the hell…why not? Damian had arranged a foray, an introduction to a bi-sexual adventure and I’d liked it, even if it had been a little one sided. A woman’s touch was soft and sensuous, not to mention erotic, a taste of the forbidden--at least for me it was. Tonight, there could be more of that. But unlike my first time with a paid stripper, this time I would control how it went.
I placed my hands on my hips, thrust my chest out and exhaled slowly checking my reflection in the mirror. I could be that woman, the sort who takes what she wants…kind of the way that men do. And from what Sean had told Damian about Rebecca, that she likes to be dominated, she’d like it as well. Oh my God, if I had a cock I’d be rock hard right now. My hand slid down between my thighs feeling the warm wetness of my bare pussy, closing my eyes and imagining it was Rebecca’s.
But this would have to wait. God, I haven’t even met the woman and I‘m thinking of her pussy and what I’m going to do with it. Sean and Damian aren’t the only ones getting hot at the thought of me playing with Rebecca. I opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, more than ready to get to the club.
“Holy fuck! Janice…” Damian’s hand paused mid-air as he was about to finish his drink. His eyes were wide, taking in my appearance from the toes of the dark leather boots to where they ended just above my knee, upwards to the ultra short hem of the dress that just barely covered my ass cheeks and finally pausing, drinking in the flesh of my breasts threatening to burst upward from the constraining dress.
I stepped closer to him and whispered in his ear. “You like?” I placed my hand on his groin, squeezing the fullness of his hard cock. “Save that for later. Get my coat for me and let’s go.”
I watched him set the drink on the counter, his eyes barely leaving mine as a smile lifted the outer corners of lips still wide open. It was all I could do to stop myself from smiling in return, reverting to habit. Instead, I raised my chin, looking down my nose, silently waiting for my coat.
Shaking his head, delight still evident on his face, he left the room. Oh my God, this was not only fun for me, but he was enjoying it as well.
When he returned and stood behind me holding my coat his breath was hot on my neck and ear. “I like this. Why have we never role played you being a dominatrix? This is hot.”
I slipped my arms into the sleeves and turned to face him, almost eye to eye with him in my six inch heels. “Tonight I’m going to seduce a woman, something I’ve never done before.”
“Yeah, I know. I can’t wait to watch—“
“Yes.” I cut him off before he could say any more. I smiled, noticing his head jerk back and the surprised expression on his face, such a handsome face with the swarthy stubble of beard and flashing dark eyes.
“Only watch…” I was empowered and loved every minute of his rapt attention. “Unless, I say otherwise.”
Oh my God, he looked like he’d found a candy store left unlocked, the way his face lit up. Yes, maybe tonight I’d try another first. He had encouraged me to have sex with another man and that was how we had met Sean. Was it time for me to reciprocate? Would I be able to watch him make out with another woman?
Chapter 24
Rebecca
“I’ve brought you an outfit. Go change into it.” Sean stood in the centre of my living-room, his hand extended holding a large red bag.
“But, I just bought this—“
“NOW, Rebecca.”
Electric sparks shot into the core of my being from his steel blue eyes impaling me with their intensity. My body could have melted onto the floor, my lips kissing his feet, so much had I craved for a strong man like Sean to speak to me like this.
With eyes facing downward I took the package from him and retreated to the bedroom to change. It had taken me five hours to find the dress which I was wearing, which was now destined for the trash heap. I’d thought it would please him, revealing lots of cleavage and showing off all my curves. I wanted to impress his friends, make him proud to have me at his side.
But there was more…I needed to be sexy to attract another woman, a woman whose husband and Sean, had shared. How would I measure up to a woman that he’d described as a gorgeous, wanton blond?
I opened the box and smiled. An ivory silken shift, with fresh-water pearls sewn around the scooped, low cowl type neck line and best of all—a silk choker collar. I lifted it from the petals of red tissue paper and laid it reverently on the bed.
At the sound of his footsteps I turned to see him standing in the doorway watching me, a small smile playing on his lips.
Silently, I peeled the hem of the ice blue dress up over my hips, waist and breasts and flung it to the floor. I was about to reach for the dress he had selected when his voice stopped me.
“Take your panties off and no bra either.” The arousal in his gruff voice was a virus infecting me with longing.
I hooked my thumbs into the ribbon-like straps of my thong and rolled my hips, pulling them down. His gaze was riveted to the narrow strip of hair on my mons, a line pointing like an arrow to my womanly cleft. I hesitated for a moment waiting and wishing he’d order me to lie on the bed, to take me with his heavenly shaft that was pressing against the leather of his pants.
He looked at my breasts, the nipples barely covered by the lace of the bra, while my hands actually trembled unhooking the clasp at the back. The straps grazed my arms, lowering to my hands as the cups fell from my breasts, leaving me naked before him.
Could he see how much I wanted him? Yes. My clit was bathed in sultry wetness when his gaze flitted to the dress on the bed, silently commanding me to do his bidding, refusing me the satisfaction of his cock or tongue or fingers…anything, just touch me.
I lifted the airy fabric over my dark curls, knowing the shade flattered my almond skin but blown away by the fact that the color was virginal, almost bridal. The hem fluttered in the many lengths of scarf-like gauze, barely reaching mid thigh. Risking a peek, I saw his lips part, eyes taking all of me in as he stepped close.
“Turn around.”
I turned away, sensing his movement towards the bed before the warm silk touched my throat. My heart pounded hard in my chest when his hand lifted my hair and pushed it to the side to tie the ribbons of the choker. Did he realize the significance of this moment?
“You are mine tonight, Rebecca. Do you understand?” When his lips brushed the lobe of my ear, a thrill of excitement skittered through me. This was everything I’d ever wanted from a man.
His warm hands slid to my shoulders and turned me to face him. I looked into his eyes and nodded before lowering my gaze once more. I knew what he wanted from me and I’d crawl through broken glass to please him, even if it was only for this night.
“That’s a good girl.” His thumb touched the underside of my chin, raising my face to look at him. “You look lovely in that dress. I’m sure Janice will find you appealing. Are you looking forward to this?”
For a fleeting moment, I saw concern in his eyes. I could have put an end to his fantasy right then if I wanted and that fact, that communion between us made me want him even more. He was proving to be an even better Master than I could ever have thought.
I’d experimented as a teenager making out with other girls. It had only been silly fun but now…Tonight would be with a woman, a woman Sean had fucked, a woman he would watch me pleasure, at his command.
“Yes. I want to please you. I want to kiss her, feel her heart
beat as I fondle her breasts, taste her orgasm while she tastes mine. Knowing you lust for this and have commanded me to do this, I’m free to want it.” Oh God, my words released a floodgate of passion, swelling the lips of my labia! I could almost feel the woman’s tongue teasing my clit. I held my breath waiting for Sir’s response.
“Good.”
His open lips brushed lightly against mine, lingering while his fingers threaded through my hair.
“Ahhh…” Oh God, an orgasm? It had been just a short jolt but how was this possible from his kiss? His hand shot down scooping under my arms when my knees buckled.
“Rebecca. Wow, you’re so ready.” He helped me to the bed to sit down and held me in his arms. “Rest for a while and then we’d better go.”
Chapter 25
Damian
I kept glancing at Janice on the drive to the club, hardly able to believe that the sexy strong woman next to me was my wife. Not that she wasn’t always sexy and confident, but tonight it was a totally new side to her. She must have known that I was in awe, watching her the way I was, but she didn’t acknowledge it. The way she stared out the windshield, smiling and aloof made me want to pull over and ravish her right then and there.
I’d had a chubby since seeing her in the kitchen and it wasn’t going away, only becoming harder and wetter. Her legs were crossed, forcing the edges of her coat open to reveal the dark leather boots and creamy bare thigh above them. What was it about boots that went past the knee that turned me on so much? Was it the contrasting vulnerability of bare feminine flesh above the masculine leather or knowing that she wasn’t wearing panties?
