The Limousine Page 17

  Kristi teased Brenda’s ass as the guy fucked her on her side. Kristi’s hard nipples rubbed against Brenda’s back. But what surprised Brenda the most was that the guy started to kiss her, his tongue sliding into her mouth. Brenda started to kiss back, the taste of his tongue exciting her more. She felt the pressure of Kristi’s finger playing with the entrance to her asshole.

  The guy rolled Brenda onto her back, with Kristi’s help. His cock slipped out of Brenda’s pussy, and she put her arms around him as he climbed on top of her. Kristi reached down to take his cock in her hand and guide the cockhead to Kristi’s pussy. Kristi spread her legs wide and relaxed into the moment, feeling the guy penetrate her again.

  “Oh God ... oh yes...” she moaned as he pushed his shaft home. He began to fuck her slowly as Kristi inched away, preferring to watch the erotic scene as it unfolded.

  The guy began to suck on Brenda’s neck, kissing and biting at her tender flesh. Normally she would have blurted out the lover’s mantra—“No hickeys!”—but right now she didn’t care, it felt so fucking good to have him sucking on her throat like that. She writhed and moaned and eagerly surrendered her body to him.

  Brenda was overcome with pleasure. She couldn’t exactly say why, but the guy’s thrusts felt more incredible than she would have dreamed. Something about the way he was using his cock on her made it feel so good—his slow thrusts seemed to match her arousal perfectly, exciting her more without working toward bringing her off. Brenda hovered on a plateau of pleasure, safe and delirious in the knowledge that she was going to come—but not just yet.

  His mouth closed on her nipple as he fucked her, and electricity seemed to run between the thrusts in her cunt and the stimulation on her nipple. The guy fucked her long and slow and deep, and it felt as if his cock was hitting her G-spot with each deep thrust. Then, when Brenda was slick with sweat and panting with near-orgasm, he moved back and eased his cock out of her cunt, looking down into Brenda’s face.

  Brenda seemed to read the guy’s intentions in his gorgeous eyes. Or maybe it was just her own fantasies, her own desires, that made it seem that way. He pulled back, giving her just enough room to do what she need to do.

  Brenda squirmed on the bed, rolling over again—this time onto her hands and knees. She lifted her ass in the air, her legs spread, exposing her pussy for him. She wriggled her ass invitingly, and the guy positioned his cockhead right at the entrance to her cunt. But he didn’t go back in—not just yet. Instead, he rubbed his cockhead up and down in her wet slit, teasing her clit and nudging the entrance to her pussy. Brenda clawed at the sheets and moaned, and it was then that she heard the unmistakable groans of Kristi’s orgasm. She looked over to see Kristi desperately fucking herself with her hand, her eyes fixed on Brenda and the anonymous guy. Then, the guy put his cockhead to Brenda’s pussy-entrance and pushed gently in. Brenda began to push her body back onto him, feeling his cock go inside her. His whole cock slid in to Brenda as she let out a heartfelt “Oh fuck ... oh fuck!” She felt it going all the way into her, and with a long, slow, savage pause the guy let her feel it, let her feel she was being fucked. Then Brenda began to move, and the guy matched her movements perfectly. His cock-thrusts increased in intensity as Brenda worked with him, and she knew that this time she was going to come. There was no stopping it now—her orgasm welled like a tidal wave inside her pussy. She turned her head and Kristi pressed her lips to Brenda’s, kissing her deeply as Brenda came, hard, wailing and shuddering as the guy’s cock worked in and out of her.

  The thrusts continued as Brenda finished her intense orgasm, and then she felt him spasming, felt his cock spurting inside her. His groans were almost as loud as Brenda’s own.

  Brenda slumped forward into the pillows, breathing deeply, inhaling Kristi’s smell. The guy slipped his softening cock out of Brenda’s pussy and rested between the two women, putting his arms around Brenda. She turned just enough so she could press her body against his, kissing him and stroking his face. This was one of the best fucks she’d ever had. But the master had made it all possible—Brenda never would have done this even a week ago. She stroked the guy’s soft cock with her hand, feeling it slick with her own juices.

  There was a smile on Kristi’s face. The three of them cuddled for long minutes. Slowly, without a word being spoken between them, the guy began to drift off to sleep.

  Brenda was suddenly seized with horror. What had she done? She didn’t even know this guy’s name. But shit, he sure knew how to fuck.

  Kristi’s eyes were half-open, a mischievous half-smile matching them. Brenda untangled her body from the guy’s and from the satin sheets, and slipped out of bed. She quickly went down the hall to the bathroom, her naked body slick with sweat.

  Brenda looked at herself in the mirror. God, she looked like hell. Her hair was matted and her makeup was smeared everywhere. She was sweaty and her eyes were puffy with lack of sleep. Worst of all, her throat and shoulders and breasts were covered with hickeys. But Brenda had to admit part of her liked that. She liked the way she looked, all rumpled like a slut. God, I can’t believe what I just did, she thought. Brenda turned the shower on as hot as she could stand, and climbed in, hardly aware that she’d left the bathroom door wide open.

  She had just started to rinse when Kristi came in to the bathroom. Brenda watched through the frosted glass door as Kristi sat down on the toilet. Brenda soaped herself up, stroking the lather over her breasts and stomach and thighs. When Kristi was done on the toilet, she came over to the shower and looked in at Brenda. Brenda opened the shower door.

  Brenda could feel the exquisite, electric connection between them. She looked at Kristi’s naked body and wanted to embrace her, caress her, touch her all over. Make love with her. Kristi smiled.

  “Mind if I join you?”

  Brenda shook her head. Kristi climbed into the shower and closed the shower door. She embraced Brenda and kissed her tenderly. Kristi reached up and took down the shower massage, spraying water over Brenda’s back.

  “Ow,” said Kristi. “Some like it hot.”

  “What’s his name?” asked Brenda, feeling a little guilty.

  Kristi smiled and shook her head. “No,” she said. “I don’t want you to know. I think it’s hotter that way. Don’t you think?”

  Brenda felt a surge of arousal as she thought about it. She had always fantasized about anonymous sex. Well, now she’d had it. And the fact that she’d done it almost without meaning to excited her. She didn’t really want to know the guy’s name. She just thought she was supposed to know.

  “All right,” she said. “If that’s the way you want it. I like it that way, I guess. I don’t want to know his name.”

  “Good. I told him not to tell you.” Kristi laughed, touching Brenda’s face affectionately. “I can’t believe you did that, you little slut.”

  Brenda was blushing, and it wasn’t the hot water and the steam. It wasn’t even Kristi’s naked, gorgeous body, pressing up against Brenda’s own. It was a deep shame, mixed with an excitement and pride that she had, indeed, done that.

  “I didn’t mean to,” she said. “I thought you were alone in there.”

  “Right,” said Kristi, nuzzling Brenda’s throat (And scraping the shit out of her cheek on the MASTER’S COLLAR!) as she ran the water over Brenda’s ass. “But once you were there, you surrendered to the moment.”

  “I guess.”

  “Don’t feel bad,” said Kristi. “The guilt will pass. You didn’t do anything wrong. I think you want to be a slut.”

  Brenda moaned, feeling Kristi’s hand working her hard nipple.

  “Come back to bed?” asked Kristi, her lips very close to Brenda’s. “He wants to see us make love. He’s never had a three-way before. I want to make love to you with him watching. Wouldn’t that be divine?”

  “Sort of a practice run?” said Brenda quickly, her pulse rising. She was thinking about the fact that the master had said he wanted Brenda and Kristi both, on th
eir knees. And the fact that she knew she would do it, eagerly, without hesitation, whenever he wanted.

  Kristi laughed. “I knew he was going to get to that. Did he give you a day?”

  Brenda shook her head. “No,” she said. “He said he’d call.”

  “And are you OK with it? Do you want to do it?”

  “More than anything in the world,” said Brenda.

  “Will you come back to bed with me?”

  Brenda answered by reaching out and turning off the water, and kissing Kristi deeply.

  The night of their submission, Brenda and Kristi took a long time dressing each other for the master’s pleasure.

  The master had said he wanted both Brenda and Kristi in white.

  Kristi was wearing a strange but very sexy white patentleather bustier that buckled across her large breasts, pushing them together and accentuating her cleavage, which showed plainly between the buckles. The bustier left her stomach bare. She also wore a matching G-string of white patent leather. It plunged low to reveal the line where her pubic hair would have been, and rode high on her hips. The string left her gorgeous ass-cheeks totally exposed. Kristi went without stockings or pantyhose, so there was nothing on under or over the tight G-string, and the lips of her pussy were just barely visible. Brenda had of course seen this garment in the store, but it looked so different with nothing on underneath; she got very turned on helping Kristi to get into it. Once it was on, Brenda couldn’t take her eyes off the way Kristi’s hips and thighs looked, unencumbered beneath the shiny patent leather. And it looked so incongruous in white—in sort of a grotesque parody of virginity. Even Kristi’s matching high-heeled boots were white instead of the usual black. But Kristi wore it so well, enticing little virgin-slut that she was. Brenda was afraid she was going to throw herself at Kristi before they even got in to the limousine!

  Brenda wore something equally inviting, if simpler. She wore a white lace bra and panties with a garter belt and white fishnets. Brenda’s white shoes had heels even higher than Kristi’s—six inches. Four inches was usually Brenda’s preferred heel size, but it excited her to be wearing such impractical shoes for the Master’s pleasure. The shoes were difficult to walk in, but Brenda had practiced in the week since she’d bought them, and she was starting to be reasonably stable walking in them. It simply wouldn’t do to fall over while she was serving the Master—though Brenda suspected she would spend most of the evening on her hands and knees. “Are you nervous?” Kristi asked Brenda.

  “No,” lied Brenda. Looking at Kristi, she was much more horny than she was nervous. And the possibility of submitting together to the master was enough to make Brenda wet to the knees!

  In the limousine on the way over to the Kennedy hotel, Brenda and Kristi sat close together. Kristi couldn’t resist leaning over to kiss Brenda sensuously, and to unbutton her long coat. Brenda moaned as Kristi’s fingers slipped under the white bra, teasing her nipple into full erection. Brenda was already getting wet, but this turned her on so much she didn’t think she could wait to get to the hotel. Kristi leaned more fully against Brenda and eased her hand down between Brenda’s slightly-spread legs, teasing the crotch of her panties out of the way. She slipped one finger in and felt how wet Brenda was, and that excited her more. She began to tease Brenda’s clit, and it wasn’t until the limousine pulled up in front of the hotel that Kristi quickly buttoned up Brenda’s coat just as the doorman opened the door. Brenda’s face was flushed, and she shot Kristi a mischievous look. Kristi responded with a wink. Brenda tried to breathe deeply as she stepped out of the limousine on unsteady legs. God, I feel like I’m dripping down my thighs, she thought as they walked through the crowded hotel lobby. I feel like everyone can tell...

  They took the elevator to the penthouse, using the special key-card the Master had given Kristi the last time they’d been together. Kristi and Brenda stepped into the huge suite, hearing the sound of soft piano music. The Master was nowhere in sight.

  To Brenda’s shock, she saw that the piano music was coming not from a stereo, but from the piano. A young, pretty blonde woman in a tuxedo was playing Chopin. Kristi smiled and winked at Brenda.

  “He’s so perverse,” Kristi said. “He does stuff like this sometimes. Don’t worry. The piano player’s in on it.”

  The piano player was indeed a very pretty young woman. But she didn’t look up from her music as she serenaded the suite with the soft music. Quickly, Kristi took off her coat and hung it in the closet. Brenda looked, wide-eyed, from the piano player to Kristi, and back again. The piano player didn’t miss a beat. Finally, Brenda shrugged and took her coat off, handing it to Kristi to hang up. Brenda started to blush, wondering if the pianist would pick up the tempo as the night wore on.

  Kristi had received explicit instructions from the Master, but she had been forbidden from letting Brenda know what her instructions were. Brenda’s only instructions from the Master had been that she was to obey Kristi’s every order, no matter what it was. Brenda felt a thrill of excitement as she saw that a wide array of gear was laid out on the dining table. She saw blindfolds and cuffs and floggers and many other things ... her excitement mounted as she saw all the delightful tools the Master was going to use on her.

  Kristi led Brenda over to the dining table. Brenda did so obediently, giving herself over to Kristi’s control.

  Brenda’s breathing quickened as Kristi picked up a black leather collar and then fitted it around Brenda’s throat (What happened to the master’s other collar—was it biodegradable?). She buckled it, and then Kristi tugged down the cups of Brenda’s white bra, teasing her hard nipples. Kristi picked up a pair of nipple-clamps connected by a chain.

  Brenda gasped as Kristi fitted her nipple between the first clamp. Then Brenda felt the powerful, erotic ache as Kristi let go, and Brenda realized all of a sudden that the clamp was much tighter than she’d expected. But the pain was exquisitely pleasurable, and Brenda’s excitement heightened as Kristi applied the second clamp. Kristi toyed with the chain for a moment, making Brenda whimper and arch her back and squirm a bit as Kristi tugged. Brenda’s eyes were lowered, and she saw her firm breasts looking quite beautiful with the erect nipples adorned by the black-and-silver clamps with their silver chain.

  Kristi produced the bright silver leash to Brenda’s collar.

  “Get down on your hands and knees,” said Kristi, her voice like chocolate. “The Master wants to see you crawl.”

  Brenda felt a surge of pleasure going through her. She hadn’t really realized that Kristi was going to dominate her. But of course that was what the Master would expect—Kristi was his first slave, Brenda the submissive newcomer. And the idea of submitting to Kristi at the Master’s orders was incredibly erotic. Especially now that she was in the heat of the moment, and knew the Master might enter at any time.

  Brenda got down on her hands and knees, lifting her ass in the air and keeping her legs spread slightly. She felt Kristi tugging on her leash. Brenda looked up at Kristi and saw how gorgeous she looked in her bizarre white fetish outfit—all Brenda wanted to do was worship Kristi.

  “Now you call me Mistress,” said Kristi. “You will do everything I say. It is your place to serve the Master, and to serve the Master you must serve me. He wishes to see you degraded. He wants you in total service to me. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” said Brenda softly, the very words turning her on even more. Her mind filled with the possibilities of what Kristi would have her do.

  “Follow,” said Kristi, and Brenda heard her high-heeled shoes on the hardwood floor. Kristi led Brenda over onto the carpeted section of the suite, and Brenda tried to keep her eyes down as she crawled along behind Kristi. But she couldn’t stop herself. She kept looking up to see the gorgeous cheeks of Kristi’s ass, and those long, delicious legs. Brenda found herself wanting to crawl forward and slip her tongue between Kristi’s cheeks, to worship her ass with her mouth. She was a little surprised at herself that she wa
s surrendering to this so eagerly. In fact, she was so excited she was beginning to feel giddy.

  Kristi sat down in a huge velvet armchair, and crossed her legs enticingly. Brenda remained on her hands and knees at Mistress Kristi’s feet.

  “You may begin,” said Kristi, “by worshipping my boots.”

  Brenda’s cunt seemed to catch fire when Kristi said that. She had never thought it would make her so crazy to submit to a woman like this. She had never imagined that it would be so exquisitely sexual an experience to worship a woman’s boots with her tongue. But almost without thinking about it, Brenda found herself lowering her face to Kristi’s boots, taking her left foot in her hand and parting her lips to kiss the slick white patent-leather hungrily.

  “Use your tongue!” said Kristi harshly.

  Brenda obeyed, parting her lips further and letting her tongue caress the smooth material. She lost herself in the pleasure of licking Kristi’s boot all over, licking from the tips of her toes to the tops of the boots. She began to lick Kristi’s shapely calf just above the top of the boot.

  “Stop,” said Kristi. “I did not give you permission to kiss my flesh. You may only taste my boots.”

  Brenda felt a noticeable surge of arousal as Kristi ordered her to return to the more-humble act of kissing and licking her boots. Brenda finished with the left boot and moved over to Kristi’s right. She gave it the same treatment, kissing and licking and sucking slowly, getting more and more turned on, breathing more heavily and becoming more acutely aware of the pressure of the clamps on her nipples as she caressed the boot with her lips and tongue, rubbing it all over her face and through her hair. The piano music surged in sympathy with Brenda’s arousal, and Brenda wondered if the piano player was watching—wondered if she might be getting wet inside those tuxedo pants—maybe as wet as Brenda.

  “Take off my boots,” said Mistress Kristi, and Brenda knew that she was going to be ordered to lick Kristi’s bare feet. This had been a long-standing fantasy of hers—though she had never seen the submissive elements in it until just now. When Brenda and Kristi had made love that first afternoon, Brenda had licked Kristi’s bare, freshly-scrubbed feet all over, and Kristi had proven to be almost orgasmic from the stimulation. But Brenda hadn’t been able to admit to Kristi that she also wanted to try licking Kristi’s feet not after a shower, but with the smell of sweat on them. Now, without Brenda even asking, she was being ordered to perform one of her fondest fantasies.