Deviance Becomes Her (4 page)

After checking out of the Resort, the girls caught a cab back to James’s home. It wasn’t even noon yet, but they wanted to get back there as soon as they could. He probably wouldn’t mind if they showed up early.
 

They called him from the cab on Pam’s phone. He wasn’t home but said he would be there in an hour or so, and that they could get in through the back gate by using a code he gave them. He told them to make themselves at home in the cabana next to the pool.

When they arrived at their destination, Pam paid the taxi driver, and they lugged their bags around to the back, got the gate open and made their way to the cabana, only to find its door locked. The backyard was tropical: lush, and beautiful in the bright daylight. They set their bags on the patio, and changed into their bikinis.
 

Once settled out by the expansive pool, Barbie asked while slathering on suntan oil, “I wonder what James does for living?”  

“
I wonder what
all
of them do for living,” Pam replied. “They seem to be filthy rich and a little eccentric if you ask me…but we don’t even
know
them.”
 

“
What are we doing, Pam? We must be crazy.” Barbie shook her head and then covered her face with her oversized floppy hat.
 

“
I don’t know…but I want to be here. I want to find out more about them, what makes people kinky like that. All I know is, I loved being touched that way last night, I wanted so much more! I’m getting hot just thinking about it!” Pam wiped her large aviator sunglasses off with the edge of a towel draped over the arm of the chaise lounge, and slipped them back on.
 

From under her hat, Barbie agreed. “Me too. God, I couldn’t believe how I felt. I was wild. My pussy was throbbing so hard and I wanted to cum so bad, and all of a sudden, they just left us like that. Maybe James is a Svengali, put a spell on us,” she laughed.
 

“
Hmmmm, maybe.” Pam shifted her weight on the lounge chair and closed her eyes. She wanted to enjoy this moment in the sun.
 

* * *

James came home late afternoon and brought out a couple of drinks on a tray for the girls. He told them he had some phone calls to make, but to come in when they wanted. He went back into the house. The girls stayed out by the pool for a while longer. Eventually they got hungry, grabbed their bags, and went into the house.

“
You can stay here for as long as you like,” James said as he perused the phone book to find a new restaurant that delivered food. “Or would you prefer to stay in the cabana? I have five bedrooms upstairs.”
 

“
We’ll stay here,” Pam replied. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to shower and get out of this bikini.” She grabbed her small carry-on bag, which held a few clothes.
 

“
I’ll do the same,” said Barbie. “Bathrooms?”
 

James pointed with his right hand. “There’s one down the hall and you can use the one upstairs, Barb, if you like. I’m calling out for Thai food, hope you like it. Put your bikinis back on, and I’ll show you to your rooms after dinner.”
 

* * *

CHAPTER SEVEN

It was party time. The girls were now dressed in their bikinis and high-heeled pumps. Nervously chewing on a nail, Barbie glanced at Pam who looked cool as a cucumber. The guests were due any minute.
 

“
You have your make-up bags packed?” James questioned. “You really don’t need anything else to wear. What you have on is fine for a couple of days at sea.”
 

The doorbell rang. James went to answer.

Tom and Harry seemed like normal guys without their masks; however, Dick appeared slovenly, fat, and unkempt for a supposedly wealthy man. Especially when he donned his swim trunks. Sickly white skin, hairy, and a large potbelly hung over his waistband on his five foot ten frame. Pam did not like the look in his shifty dark eyes, which quickly darted about, as they curiously frightened her. He never seemed to
look
at her; it was more of a
leer
. He did not physically ‘fit’ in this group, but she guessed money spoke louder than looks.
 

Tom and Harry had pleasing tanned features and were talkative and approachable. The men changed into their swimwear in front of everyone. They were both tall and well toned; apparently, they made daily visits to the gym or clubhouse to keep them in decent shape.
 

Lorraine and Miranda were pretty women; had sexy figures for their age, but their breasts could not compete with Pam and Barbie’s firm perkiness. They came dressed in their bikinis and modest crocheted cover-ups. Cashmere showed up last again, in a see through cover up over her string bikini.
 

Really seeing her for the first time, Pam noticed Cashmere’s face was quite lined and her make up almost garish
. She had to be in her sixties at least
, thought Pam.
Too much sun!
Sometimes age was hard to tell. Her dark brunette hair was shot through with some steel gray streaks, worn teased out all over into a flattering, chin-length style. Basically Cashmere was
pretty, but her dark kohl-rimmed eyes...something about them reminded her of James…wicked perhaps?
 

The group finally headed outside to board
Pleasure.
Excited chatter led the way, and the girls tagged behind with James.
 

“
You two will have the time of your lives,” he spoke in a low tone only for them to hear. “Just do as you’re told.”
 

* * *

CHAPTER EIGHT
 

“
Have another drink,” Harry insisted, handing Pam another full martini glass. She looked up at him from the sofa, feeling the need of his hands on her body again.
 

“
Everyone, don your masks!” James announced as he handed out the two masks to Barbie and Pam. The others had brought theirs along in their overnight carry-alls.
 

In minutes, everyone was once again mysterious, and the feeling of sexual freedom flooded through their veins. To do what they craved most, to be the most depraved they could be…tonight it was on! Barbie and Pam did not have a clue what they were in for. They heard the powerful engines turn over.
 

* * *

They had been cruising out to sea for about thirty minutes, sipping their potent drinks at the luxurious bar and relaxing. A little pile of coke was there if anyone wanted to have a snort.

James suddenly pulled Pam in close to him in the center of the room and announced, “Let’s start out with a little entertainment.” Everyone took a seat expectantly as James sat down on the small brown suede ottoman, which Cashmere had shoved behind him from across the room.
 

James directed Pam to kneel in front of him between his knees. Cashmere came silently up behind her, pulled her hands back, and slipped on silver handcuffs. Pam tried to turn and look at Cashmere, but she had backed away with a whisper.
 

“
Have you been a good girl?” He asked sternly, tilting her face up at him with a finger under her chin. “Have you?”
 

“
Y-yes, I have,” she answered in a small voice.
 

“
You’re sure now? I don’t want you lying to me or this will very, very bad for you,” James said in a low voice as he stared hard with those unreadable dark eyes.
 

“
No…no, I am not lying, sir,” Pam added, thinking it might be best to do so. He did not look so nice at the moment.
 

“
You can tell me if you have been bad and you will be forgiven after your punishment, so tell me truth,” he insisted.
 

“
No, no…haven’t been bad…but I have slept with many men,” she confessed. What else could she say? She really could not think straight.
 

“
That’s what I wanted to hear. Alright, come up here and don’t speak a word.” He indicated she sit on his lap. She did as she was told, a little taken aback at being the center of attention. She could not move her arms into a more comfortable position with the cuffs on so she just gingerly sat on his knee, looking at the floor self-consciously. Even hidden behind the rhinestone mask she felt a stab of embarrassment.
 

Everyone was staring at them in silence. One of the men started slowly rubbing his straining cock through his swim trunks; the rhythmic rustling of the material was a turn on for Pam.
 

Something is about to happen
, she thought a little nervously. She hoped she would like it
!
 

James did not say a word as he turned Pam over onto his lap. She was face down with her rounded ass in the air, and she felt his hard cock move under her. He started to play with her bottom, squeezing and testing its firmness through the swimsuit material. He ran his fingers down between her thighs and pressed her pussy to see if she was getting damp.
 

“
Do you know what your ass is going to look like in a few minutes?” he whispered so only she could hear.
 

A small tremor of excitement shot through her at his words. She suddenly had an idea of what was about to happen. He gave her a few smart spanks to warm her up. A little gentle rubbing proceeded, followed by another smack.
 

Pam was squirming, grinding on his lap. She held her breath as he started to untie the sides of her bikini bottom. He pulled it to the right and tossed it onto the floor exposing her round ass cheeks. He ran a strong warm hand over each bare cheek, feeling their heat…stroking and caressing…a little pinch here and there.

Pam relaxed to some extent and felt her thighs open imperceptibly. She felt she had to trust him, as she knew he would not truly hurt her, not with others here.
 

James moved her over slightly so her pussy was pressing upon his knee as he stroked her ass lovingly. She squirmed a little, feeling her clit tingling from the pressure. He suddenly slapped her ass sharply again making her wriggle in surprise, her clit being massaged as she shifted.

Oooooh, that really feels good
, she thought,
not too bad
. He spanked her again in quick succession making her yelp; her ass cheeks turned a bright pink.
 

She moaned a little as she ground lustily into his knee, wanting more of this incredible pleasure. The nerves in her butt cheeks were becoming aroused as the blood collected, aching for more.
Spank me harder, please
, she begged silently.
 

“
If you say anything, I will spank you even harder,” James informed gruffly. He knew a slow tempo with an irregular rhythm was the best technique. The moments of anticipation between each stroke only added to her tension and arousal, as it was not the number of spanks or how hard…but how long and how deeply she felt her helplessness that was the key factor.
 

Her tender skin was becoming reddened and super sensitive, and her pussy was aflame. Pam opened her thighs wide, wanting him to touch her there…or anyone.
Touch my pussy please!
She wanted to cry out.
 

James spanked her several more times with a flat palm and relaxed fingers. Pam cried out in true pain. The sting only intensified her pussy’s lubrication. She could feel the slow drip, which must be wetting James’s hairy knee.
 

James never said another word. He savored every loud smack on that delectable behind. Pam closed her eyes and whined deep in her throat. Her hips ground into his knee and her legs shook as she tried to pull up her thighs to open to reveal her cunt even further.

James pleased her by intermittently reaching down and flicking his finger teasingly over her swollen, slippery tissues. He dipped his finger just inside her cunt, diddling it every so often, making her squeal.

The profound erotic scene playing out in front of them entranced their small audience. The men had their cocks out and were rhythmically stroking. The women had spread their thighs, fingers working inside their pussies, moaning at the sight of James controlling Pam so deliciously. Each wanted to be across his knee getting the same punishment they so craved.
 

James smirked at the glowing deep red handprints on Pam’s creamy ass. He knew how it stung, and she was in obvious pain. He felt his knee coated with her sweet fluid, which continuously dripped from her gaping, loosened cunt.
 

Smiling slyly to himself, James let his hands slowly caress her stinging cheeks, soothing with strokes over the reddened, tender flesh. Pam craved his gentle touch, his curved fingers lightly grazing, which still stung her skin, but felt somewhat comforting. She found herself panting heavily.

Subsequently, he let his tickling fingers trail downward…down the crack of her spread ass, and again he felt the steamy heat from her open pussy as he lightly teased her. Pam groaned and let out a lusty grunt and he felt the spurt of hot juice cover his hand. He titillated her dangling clit relentlessly, feeling the hard bud swell even more. His intention was to make her cum, and hard.

Pam was nearly crying; her ass stung so bad —
was it bleeding?
She wondered momentarily. Nevertheless, she was so aroused; the feelings of submission…giving up all control and letting James take her to heights she had never been, coursed deliciously through the very core of her being. She let herself go!