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  Oh, God, she wanted him inside her! She would do anything to feel his thick length streaming through her pussy, just burying itself in her wetness and ramming her again and again. She needed it. Now.

  ‘Please,’ she whimpered. ‘Please fuck me.’

  ‘Only if you suck my tits,’ Dalena taunted, pushing her breasts together under Peradice’s cheek.

  Marcel’s cockhead sat at the entrance to her pussy like hot, throbbing steel enrobed in silk. She tried to buck back and steal a fuck, but it was just too hard to move. Her head felt like a bowling ball against the pillow of Dalena’s breast and she struggled to raise it, just a little, just enough to get her mouth to the nearest nipple.

  Dalena gasped when Peradice licked it. ‘Yes! Oh yes, that’s very good.’

  Marcel must have been watching over her shoulder, because he applauded her movement too, and awarded her with his cock. Her body jumped as he entered far more swiftly than she’d anticipated. In this position, standing hunched over Dalena, arms bound straightjacket style, she could do nothing to temper his thrusts. His cockhead throbbed inside her, banging against her outer edges.

  Peradice tightened her pussy muscles to hinder his rapid movement, and it worked to a certain extent. Marcel groaned as she milked his erection, and his enjoyment only goaded her further. So did Dalena’s. When the luscious woman groaned hungrily, Peradice licked her nipple, then sucked it, then licked and sucked in turn.

  As Marcel dug his fingers into her hips and thrust ferociously, Peradice found herself sucking Dalena’s poor tit harder than she should have. Her manager’s lovely wife started to hiss and whine, then pushed up on Peradice’s shoulders with obvious effort, setting her mouth down on the other nipple. Peradice took to it like a suckling babe, eager and hungry.

  ‘Fuck, I’m not gonna last long in this tight little cunt,’ Marcel said.

  ‘Her tongue feels so good on my tits,’ Dalena said. ‘God, she might make me come again just from this.’

  It felt strange, being talked about like she wasn’t in the room, but Peradice sort of liked it. She was always the focus of attention wherever she went. It felt good to be their toy. She wanted to make them happy, and she sucked Dalena’s nipple generously while she milked Marcel’s cock.

  ‘Fuck, yeah.’ Marcel gripped her hips, plunging deep inside her pussy. She tried to buck back, give him more, but it was just impossible. He didn’t seem to care. He just kept shouting, ‘God, your pussy’s tight. You grip me so good.’

  ‘She’s so sexy,’ Dalena added. Her voice was breathy and thin.

  Peradice wished she could call Dalena sexy too, but she just couldn’t raise her head away from that erect nipple. Marcel rammed her from behind, knocking her forwards every time his pelvis whacked her ass, but Dalena caught her shoulders, steadying her. She was safe in their hands.

  ‘Fuck, this is it!’ Marcel grunted as he shoved his thick cock into her. He held there, his erection throbbing like a heartbeat in her pussy, and then released a reverberating growl. If she didn’t know better, Peradice would have sworn she felt the heat of his come exploding from his cockhead and filling her cunt with white-hot warmth.

  ‘Oh, baby,’ Dalena cooed. ‘You look so good like that.’

  Peradice circled around that pebbled nipple, and shrieked when Marcel grabbed her shoulders and pulled her upright. His spent cock escaped her pussy, and right away she felt his cream drizzling down her thigh. She loved that.

  Dalena gazed up from the couch, smiling. ‘What a day! The world’s sexiest woman ate my pussy.’

  ‘And sucked your tits,’ Marcel added, draping his arms around Peradice as he gently kissed her cheek. ‘And learned a thing or two about humility, I bet.’

  ‘I was humble already,’ she countered, savouring Marcel’s sweet embrace and the love in Dalena’s eyes. ‘But you’re right – there are sexier women than me in the world. Hell, there’s one right here.’

  Smiling, Dalena blew her a kiss.

  The Birthday Goddess

  Dominic Santi

  Among our closest group of friends, the one absolute requirement of each birthday celebration was that we act out the birthday person’s hottest sexual fantasy. The eight of us – four men and four women – had known each other since college, and as couples had fucked around with each other long enough that we were comfortable with the sex between us being pretty much no-holds-barred. We were all bisexual, leaning towards hetero and married that way, though with no great inhibitions. We were into voyeurism and exhibitionism, and we loved seeking new sexual thrills. Most importantly, we knew each other’s limits – and where there was ample room for pushing the envelope.

  Everything else was just details. When the eight of us laid out the birthday-party ground rules, we decided every aspect of each celebration would be part of providing a feast of absolute sexual indulgence. For example, it would be OK for a woman to demand oral sex to orgasm from every person in the room, repeated until she’d passed out or at least screamed herself hoarse from coming. She would not, however, be required to reciprocate with a single blowjob or pussy licking – unless sucking cock or eating pussy was part of her fantasy. It was her birthday, and she not only got whatever cake she wanted, she got to eat it however she wished.

  We all had good jobs, so we laughingly added that the birthday person’s spouse would be required to provide a shopping spree in which they would spring for a new outfit and whatever other accoutrements the birthday person deemed necessary to make his or her fantasy come to life. My wife was a slave to fashion, so I groaned – though, at her raised eyebrow, I quickly voted ‘yes’ – when she added the caveat that the birthday person be entitled to be as greedy as he or she decided the spouse’s finances could handle. Just as I expected: over the years my credit cards had handled a lot for her birthday fantasies. It was so fucking worth it!

  Merlina’s thirty-sixth birthday was Saturday, and I was already hard thinking about it. She had announced that her fantasy this year was to be a sex goddess. Until the stroke of midnight, she wanted absolute service and obedience. And she wanted every erogenous zone in her body licked, sucked and fucked to screaming orgasmic perfection – as many times as she could stand. She wanted to be worshipped!

  I took her shopping after work on Tuesday. My face flamed with embarrassment when she tugged me into the private changing room of her favourite boutique, theoretically to get my opinion on whether the dress suited her. One look, and my cock knew it suited her fine. She turned from side to side, checking out her reflection in the mirror as she trailed her fingers down the low-cut front of a dress so short it was almost a waste of fabric. Almost. The white jersey knit clung to her like a second skin, hugging the curves of her firm round hips, teasing her nipples to long stiff points. She did a slow sexy pirouette, then held out her arms and stepped towards me with her eyebrows raised.

  I took my time ‘deciding’, circling my palms over her nipples. My hands were big. Her breasts filled them perfectly, the all-natural fullness resting heavily against my palms. When my shorts were wet with pre-come and Merlina was breathing hard, she booted me out of the changing room and told me to give my credit card to the clerk, a very professional young lady who was obviously trying very hard not to grin. I blushed and my cock got even harder, knowing she knew what we’d been doing.

  Merlina walked out of the dressing room and announced – to me as well as the clerk and the three professionally attired women carrying briefcases who’d just come in the front door – that she wanted lots of anticipation leading up to her birthday. So, from that moment on, no more sex until the big day.

  ‘That’s Saturday,’ shesaid, smiling at the clerk. ‘Five days from now. Do you think he’ll last?’

  I blushed again with embarrassment, which immediately had my cock spearing out into my trousers. As the women around us tittered, I leaned forwards, being careful to keep facing the counter, and whispered to Merlina that she hadn’t warned me of my impending celi
bacy.

  Merlina stepped back, turned me towards her and looked pointedly down at my crotch. Then she looked back up and loudly announced that servants didn’t get to be part of the decision-making process. As I stared at her in shock, she added that I wasn’t allowed to masturbate until Saturday, either.

  She said exactly that, loudly and clearly: ‘You’re not to masturbate either.’

  Though she then added, sotto voce, that, since today wasn’t her birthday, she couldn’t technically forbid me to do so – yet. However, she’d appreciate it if I refrained as she wished, so I’d be horny enough to worship her as she intended to be worshipped on her big day.

  I was so embarrassed, and it turned me on so much, I almost came in my pants. And dammit, Merlina knew.

  ‘I’ll make it worth your while, love,’ she purred, patting my startled bottom as she kissed my cheek. Then she turned and sashayed towards the door.

  My face burning and my throbbing cock seeping, I swallowed hard and handed over my credit card. The sales clerk quickly rang up the dress, along with the pile of silky underthings Merlina had selected. The female lingerie was not all in Merlina’s size, and the four matching male G-strings were clearly not all going to fit me. The sales girl glanced at my bulging crotch and held up a black silk pouch obviously designed for someone considerably more endowed than I. She smirked, and I came in my pants.

  I had to walk with my jacket in front of me, but, when I shamefacedly explained why, Merlina grinned and announced that, despite my lack of control, we were still going to stop at the jewellers on the way home. I cringed when she picked out a small but elegant gold tiara edged with tiny, perfect pearls. But I dutifully handed over my credit card, not even caring that doing so made my cock twitch again. Apparently, one of the advantages of being a married goddess was knowing exactly how much a worshipful husband’s bank account could handle without doing real damage to the family finances.

  The moment we got home, she hung her dress on the closet door. ‘Foreplay,’ she told me, more times than I could count over the next few days. Every time, she ran her fingers over the shimmering material, then over her nipples. Every time, my erection and I watched helplessly from the other side of the room. The anticipation and the damn near constant hard-on were almost killing me. When I told her so, she grinned and pinched her nipple again–and blew me a kiss. If she hadn’t forbidden me to come, I would have, right then. It was one of the hottest things she’d ever done.

  By Saturday afternoon, I was calling it the blue-balls dress, because that was exactly what looking at the damn thing was giving me. Merlina had spent four hours at the salon, getting her hair and nails done and her whole body waxed in ways she assured me had her skin satiny smooth and humming, especially in all the places I didn’t get to see – until tonight. When she walked out of the bathroom from her shower, she was wearing shimmering ivory silk hose and a lacy garter belt with tiny matching panties and bra.

  My hands froze on my tie. At Merlina’s instruction, I was wearing a tuxedo – part of what she’d decided was appropriate attire for worshipping a goddess. Instinctively, I started towards her, my cock jutting out into the little black pouch encasing it. Merlina held a finger up and shook her head.

  ‘Not yet, sweetie,’ she purred. ‘I want you truly primed to service me.’ She circled her palms over her nipples. They poked up hard and proud into the see-through white lace. ‘I am so ready to be worshipped!’

  My throat was too dry to speak. I shoved my hands in my pockets, watching Merlina fondle her tits while she shimmied into her awesome goddess dress and her strappy stiletto fuck-me heels. She placed her tiara on her perfectly styled hair, the pearls and gold shimmering in her glorious dark waves, and suddenly she really did look like a goddess. My goddess! I couldn’t wait to service her. All I could think about was how it was only a couple more hours until I got to lick and suck and fuck her mouth and her tits and her cunt and her ass until she’d orgasmed so many times she couldn’t walk any better than I could right now, which wasn’t very well at all, because fuck, my balls ached!

  And I was going to get to worship her in front of all my closest friends. Fuck, just the thought of how exposed and embarrassed I was going to be had my dick diamond-hard. The wicked glint in Merlina’s eyes told me she knew exactly how much her fantasy was turning me on–and how wet she was getting watching me. God, I loved her for it!

  By six o’clock, we were at our best friends’ house. Kay and Jim had a large modern home at the edge of a small city a half-hour down the interstate. A huge family room with plush white carpet and floor-to-ceiling glass doors looked out on the garden and its eight-foot privacy fence. Kay had the windows open, letting in the breeze and the scent of honeysuckle and night-blooming jasmine. For Merlina’s fantasy evening, they’d replaced the regular furniture with three queen-sized mattresses made up with white satin sheets, piles of large fluffy pillows and a single reclining couch like the ones in movies about ancient Greeks. The couch was next to their formal dining table, which was pushed back against one wall and covered with a crisp white linen tablecloth. Atop the table were deep-blue goblets and small plates with gold rims, carafes of wine and water, and a spread of food that made my mouth water even before I got close enough to smell. There were bite-sized meats and vegetables and hard-boiled eggs, cheeses and bananas and grapes and huge strawberries by a pot of chocolate fondue.

  ‘All finger food, as commanded by our goddess,’ Kay said with a laugh, pointing out that there was not a single piece of silverware on the table. ‘There are warm hand towels in the covered dish by the napkins, if anything really gets messy. Welcome to Merlina’s temple!’

  At Merlina’s direction, we sampled appetisers and a single glass of wine each while we waited for Mike and Audrey and Stan and Elaine to arrive. When we were all together – the women in elegant, form-hugging white silk sheaths, the men in tuxedos that did nothing to hide our erections – we went over Merlina’s wishes for the evening. I don’t remember what I ate. All I could see was my beautiful wife in her golden tiara and that glorious fucking white dress.

  At 6.30 on the dot, Kay took Merlina’s hand and led her down the hall to the huge master bath with the spa-sized sunken ceramic tub that had been the focus of more than one birthday fantasy. Audrey and Elaine quickly followed. By Merlina’s wish, the evening was starting with a candlelit re-enactment of the birth of Venus, beginning with Venus being bathed, at length and intimately, by all the women – and only the women – taking part in her birthday fantasy.

  ‘You may have one more half-glass of wine each,’ Merlina called over her shoulder. ‘And strip to your slave belts. That’s an order from your goddess. This first part’s just for girls, but we’ll call you to watch in a few minutes.’

  I’d seen the other women in our group naked often enough to know that, even without this week’s deprivation, I was going to be hard pressed not to come just watching them pleasuring each other’s glistening bodies in thigh-deep, scented water. I decided right then and there that I wasn’t going to be concerned if I shot on the bathroom floor. If watching my naked wife being worshipped by other naked women was more than I could handle, I was willing to admit my weakness.

  As our pants fell to the floor at the edge of the temple, it was obvious everyone else was in the same condition I was, though nobody else had been cut off for damn near a week. My hands were shaking so badly Jim poured my wine for me, which the rest of the guys thought was hilarious. I didn’t give a shit.

  I couldn’t keep my eyes off the open bathroom door. The lights were low in there now. Candlelight flickered on the reflective tile, and the girls were splashing. I slowly drained my glass, ignoring the conversation around me as the sounds in the bathroom quietened to low murmurs. My cock throbbed as I imagined what they were doing in there. Four women naked in a huge tub, three of them pleasuring the fourth as a goddess. Four sets of naked breasts, four pussies – Merlina’s shaved satiny smooth, m
aybe the others as well – four beautiful female behinds. I caught my hand as it was sneaking towards my dick.

  ‘You may come in,’ Kay called.

  We didn’t even pretend to walk slowly but hurried to the bathroom.

  The scene was even hotter than I’d imagined. Merlina was stretched out naked on the steaming water, her well-oiled body floating in her friends’ arms. Her eyes were closed. Her head rested on a large, contoured bath pillow, her hair caught up in a tortoiseshell clip that held her tiara perfectly in place. Audrey knelt under one arm, her back to us, her short black hair framing her pert young face. Her arms supported Merlina’s torso from that side. Her wide-open lips covered Merlina’s entire nipple. Audrey was sucking hard and rhythmically, drawing Merlina’s breast deep into her mouth. The low groans from Merlina’s barely parted lips told me how much she was enjoying Audrey’s ministrations.

  Elaine knelt on the other side, her short blonde curls damp with sweat. Her large full breasts floated on the surface of the water. Her voluptuous curves were pressed close to Merlina’s other side, one arm underneath and supporting. The other hand was fingering Merlina’s stiff, glistening nipple–pulling and tugging and rolling it the way my oh-so-libidinous wife loved. Elaine was kissing her way up Merlina’s neck, the short sweet nips interspersed with long, wet, deep tongue probes between Merlina’s lips. I’ve never been able to kiss the way women do–slow and patient and tasting. I get too carried away. No matter how hard I try to slow down, when I get really turned on, Merlina says I go too fast and get too rough, especially if I haven’t shaved. I’d shaved three times today. Elaine was kissing my wife the way a goddess should be kissed.

  Kay sat neck-deep in the water between my wife’s legs, her long dark curls also caught up in a jewelled clip on top of her head. Merlina’s thighs rested on Kay’s shoulders, Merlina’s creamy shaved labia spread so wide I could see Kay’s tongue licking deep into the dark-pink folds. Eating pussy is something I’m good at. I can make Merlina come every time. Still, there was something gentler in the way Kay was doing it. Something more tender and feminine and mysterious that was turning Merlina on very slowly. I had the feeling that secret womanly something was going to make Merlina come even harder than I could.