Finding Acceptance in His Arms (14 page)

“
Oooohhh
h
,” the queen moaned.

Kara,
keeping an even pace with the queen’s seduction, suppressed the urge to give up
a corresponding moan. In her fevered state of arousal, she couldn’t help
thrilling to the fact that the blondes possessed the longest tongues. Whene
ver they licked the queen’s neck those greedy tongues
stretched down to the bottom of their chins. They slowly licked their way down
the queen’s body.

Kara
knew what was going to transpire and if not for Evan having now finished
unclasping the buttons, she
would have been envious
of the queen.
So very envious.

Then
his hands were slipping inside her dress, tracing out the contours of her
supple breasts and taut nipples. It took all of her willpower to not twist
around in his embrace and kiss him passionatel
y
again.

The
blondes were on their knees now, licking the standing queen’s thighs, front and
back at the same time. The queen stared at them in obvious impatience.

Kara
became torn between closing her eyes to better enjoy the physical sensations of
Evan’s
ministrations while simultaneously wanting to
keep her eyes glued on what was happening in front of her.

The
blondes slowly worked their faces and tongues into the queen’s clefts, front
and back. The queen cooed loudly on trembling legs, the fingers of eit
her hands twining in the hair of the blondes to tug their
faces tighter against her body.

“Fuck
it!” Evan cursed. He lifted up the tail of her dress to bunch it in between his
stomach and her lower back.

With
her anticipation growing by leaps and bounds, s
he
felt him pull his body away from her for a second and then he was slipping his
hard cock into the back of her panties between the cheeks of her ass. The
superfluous amount of pre-cum oozing from the head of his dick facilitated easy
slippage.

But
unfort
unately, his standing tallness and the downward
angle of his cock made it impossible for any kind of penetration without her
first bending over. And she would have willingly bent over, but he once again
held her in an iron embrace. So his cock could only s
lide
along her natal cleft, the head rubbing against her asshole to tease her
unmercifully.

At
some point the queen had climbed up onto the throne. Its height and open seat
allowed the women to remain kneeling beneath her to worship her pussy and ass.
The
queen’s face, neck, and shoulders had taken on a
reddish hue. She continually panted and moaned.

Kara
closed her eyes and welcomed the warm fingers of Evan’s right hand tracing
their way down past her navel to slide into her panties. He rubbed two fingers
along her slit for lubrication before becoming more
intimate. His fingers tugged at her protruding inner lips, delved inside her,
rubbed her clit,
abandoned
her clit, delved up inside her again,
to finally return to her clit in earnest as he steadily rubbe
d the head of his cock along the cleft of her ass.

On
stage, a prolonged wail of satisfaction drew Kara’s attention. She forced her
eyes open to witness the queen’s orgasm. Her own climax quickly followed suit
amidst the audience’s thunderous applause. Her
knees
trembled from the pleasure cascading over her in waves. However, the most
gratifying moment for her came when Evan clutched her tightly as he groaned
into her ear and spurted a superfluous amount of semen into her panties.

For
the rest of the evenin
g she remained attached to
Evan’s arm as she floated around on an emotional high, refusing to come back
down to earth. Her first sexual dalliance with him had been a glowing success
and it didn’t bother her in the least that his sticky masculine essence re
mained trapped inside her panties against her pussy. Oh no,
it certainly didn’t.

In
spite of what anyone else might think of this taboo conclusion, she harbored no
doubts. She was the most sexually provocative woman in the room.

Chapter Eight

The
next morning Kara soaked alone in a tub of warm water
following breakfast. She stared at her reflection in the cheval glass standing
alongside the tub. She practiced her come-hither look. Every now and again she
cast this fabricated look onto a jar of mayo
nnaise
sitting on the floor beside the tub. The handle of a plastic spoon stuck out of
its open top.

She’d
never liked mayonnaise. Not ever. It was an affront to both her senses of smell
and taste. Disgusting was the word she thought described it best. Tha
t’s why she’d chosen it as a training tool.

Each
morning for the past month she’d been suffering through a heaping spoonful
after breakfast. In addition, she performed this unenviable task while offering
up a wonderful smile at its
supposed
deliciousness a
s she let its creamy terribleness permeate her mouth and tongue before
finally swallowing it down.

She
thought this willingness to suffer for art proved she was a consummate
professional, one of those rare actresses who were willing to do whatever it
took
to make her character’s reactions enhance her
performances. Without a doubt, she intended to give a stellar performance
during rehearsal tomorrow night and then again on Saturday. Her newfound love
for Evan made her want to excel even more.

A
shameful thri
ll ran up her spine and she couldn’t
help shaking her head while whispering, “If the general public knew all the
things actors and actresses practiced in private to bring a sense of realism to
our performances then we would be reviled instead of revered.”

She’d
seriously considered letting Jennifer help her with this next evolution of her
training, but chose not to ask for fear the seriousness of the exercise would
descend into hijinks as soon as she let her friend wield the spoon.

She
began touching her br
easts, taking her time to enjoy
the wonderful sensation of her soft fingertips stroking her taut nipples. Under
her ministrations, her body temperature rose, and with this delicious heat,
tiny sparks of arousal surged into her clit.

As
her clitoris swelled
with longing, she began rubbing
it gently within her clitoral hood. Evan’s comments about the evils of
circumcision from yesterday floated across her mind and his explanation seemed
reasonable. The skin covering her clitoris served the same purpose as for
eskin. If it were removed, a desensitizing effect would
surely transpire over time as her unprotected clitoris rubbed against her
clothing.

To
put this theory to the test, she pulled back her clitoral hood to expose her
clitoris glans. It stood out as an e
ngorged pinkish
nub on the end of her clitoral shaft above her pussy lips. She used the soft
pad of her middle finger to gently rub over it. Immediately, her hips jerked
away in response. Direct stimulation was much too intense.

In
thinking back to other m
asturbation sessions she’d
enjoyed, she remembered she’d only used direct contact against her exposed
clitoris after a certain point of arousal had been achieved. Any kind of direct
contact beforehand wasn’t pleasurable—instead, caused intense pain. And, a
s she’d told Jennifer two nights ago, she wasn’t into pain.

She
released her clitoral hood to let it slide back down to protect her clit. She
went back to rubbing it gently with two fingers. The pleasurable sensation
returned.

Between
her knees, resting un
derneath the warm water, Evan’s
life-sized dildo beckoned to her. The bottle of water-based lube lay beside it.
She quickly retrieved both, lubed up, and then gave the dildo a kiss. The lube
smelled and tasted like strawberries. She licked her lips and the
n opened her mouth to engulf the head.

Like
all the other times before, the dildo felt humongous inside her mouth. She
thrilled at its size and returned to strumming her clit. The dildo always went
down more easily if she were turned on. And practice, she
believed, would be the only way for her to perfect a
visually and emotionally satisfying
deepthroat
technique.

She
began pushing it further into her mouth until it made contact with the back of
her throat and her involuntary gag reflex. She held it in plac
e as she struggled to keep from dry retching. Her throat
slowly acclimated to this anomaly and relaxed. She tilted her head all the way
back to begin pushing it down in small increments. Her breath was cut off long
before she achieved what women in the kno
w called
‘balls deep’.

Kara
ignored her want for oxygen, holding the dildo deep inside her throat as she’d
seen others do. Out of the corner of her eye she could see in the mirror that
her expression grew strained. Her throat bulged outward with her lips s
tretched into the semblance of a thin O around the base of
the dildo. She kept rubbing her clit so the pleasure would help offset the
unpleasant sensation of her self-imposed suffocation. Only upon reaching the
threshold of dizziness did she pull the dildo
out of
her throat to take a ragged, life-saving breath.

She
repeated the process ten more times, eventually becoming able to slide it
easily back and forth inside her throat. As she’d hoped, her gag reflex was
becoming less and less noticeable with each d
ay she
practiced. Satisfied with her oral workout and not wanting to make her throat
raw, she dropped the dildo back into the water.

Now
she had only one more obstacle she needed to overcome before Saturday—the
involuntarily flinching reaction that accompa
nied
anything splattering onto her face. Top porn stars did not dodge away from
facials or give up the least flinch when it came to the
moneyshot
.

One
of the reasons she’d picked mayonnaise to practice with pertained to its thick
consistency. Another reaso
n was that her thinking
allowed that if she could swallow mayonnaise with a smile, then swallowing
Evan’s semen in the same fashion shouldn’t pose any problem for her. And after
dipping a finger into her cum-soaked panties last night and sneaking a tentati
ve lick, she’d learned that mayonnaise tasted much worse
than she’d always heard semen did.

She
reached over the side of the tub to withdraw the spoon from the mayonnaise and
bring it up to her nose. The offensive smell assaulted her nostrils as it
always
did. But she smiled in spite of it.

She
stared at the white gob on the end of the spoon to prepare herself emotionally
for the inevitable. In time, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. The
fingers of her free hand returned to rubbing her clit fur
iously.

She
flicked the mayo at her open mouth and tongue. Her aim and trajectory was off
and the mayo speckled her left breast. Spooning out another gob, she tried
again, this time speckling her chin and neck. She was getting closer.

Thirty
minutes and on
e orgasm later, the mocha skin of her
breasts and face was covered in white mayonnaise, but the flinch that she’d
thought would be the hardest of all the obstacles to conquer had proved to be
the easiest.

She
quickly showered off, watching the mayo slide d
own
her body to disappear into the drain. Now she focused on getting rid of the
lingering smell. She shampooed her hair, soaped her body, rinsed, and then
repeated the process two more times.

Content
with her cleanliness, she lingered under the warm spray
of water. A tremendous sense of accomplishment welled up within her.
Saturday’s performance wouldn’t pose any problems for her now. She would breeze
through all aspects like a seasoned professional. An additional bonus would be
that she would make Evan pro
ud of her.

This
was one of the things that really got her about him. He exemplified one of
those rare individuals that made her feel compelled to please him. No other
person before him had ever brought this emotion out of her on such an intimate
level. Of
a surety, there had been acting coaches and
directors that’d worked with her to help her become the best actress she could
possibly be, but she’d only strived to please them so she could make a lot of
money upon honing her talents.

In
this particular insta
nce, she couldn’t care any less
about the money she’d make from her performance with Evan. It’d never been
about the money anyway. Her motivations had always run deeper than monetary
gain.

Now
her present motivations ran even deeper than her original motiv
ations. Yes, she still wanted to experience her fantasies
of whoredom in a safe environment, but she also wanted a romantic relationship
with Evan and the intimacy they shared to last for the rest of her life.

Last
night had proved this to her beyond any s
hadow of a
doubt. She now knew she’d never be able to find contentment in life—no matter
the amount of professional success she enjoyed—without preserving the safety
and security she’d experienced within his protective embrace as he made her
come.

Furtherm
ore, even though they hadn’t discussed the obvious romantic
implications behind his kind of having sex with her in the ballroom during the
cab ride home last night, he’d still held her tenderly to his side. Then, once
he escorted her to the door of his apa
rtment, he
appeared to be on the verge of saying something endearing when he’d abruptly
kissed her goodnight. It hadn’t been a cursory peck on the cheek either. It had
been a deeply romantic kiss. The kind every woman dreams of receiving at the
end of a pe
rfect date.

Yes,
last night had sealed the deal for her. It also provided an additional reason
for not letting him down on Saturday. If she performed better than any other
woman that he’d ever worked with then it would elevate her worth in his eyes
even
more, which in turn, might make him shift his
focus entirely onto her as a long-term romantic possibility instead of a
protégé.

To
shore up her reasoning with fact, she knew any woman, same as any man, was
worth only what they brought to the table of any s
exual
relationship they entered into. Thus, she had to find a way to get Evan to
start thinking of her as the most desirable woman in the world so he would want
to bond himself to her for life. She now knew she couldn’t bear only fucking
him twice before h
e disappeared into the sunset
without her.

She
grimaced at the thought of that happening. The newfound love she had for him
came with a host of seemingly insurmountable problems. First and foremost, his
and her careers posed the greatest obstacle. She coul
dn’t
quit mainstream acting and neither could he quit porn. So what might be an
acceptable compromise?

She
honestly didn’t know.

Another
problem presented itself following her failure to find a solution to the first
problem. How was she ever going to get u
p the nerve
to tell him the truth about her deception following their performance? Also, if
she somehow found the nerve to reveal that truth, what would his reaction be?

Admiration?
Scorn?
Complete indifference?
Outright rejection?
What if he even went one step further
than outright rejection to vehemently curse her for her deception?

She
couldn’t imagine him doing something so vile to her, but neither did she think
he was a man to easily forgive a deception, especially not after he
’d developed a genuine liking for the person, as she
believed he had for her.

To
give more credence to this horrible outcome, she remembered that it’d been him
to once bring up the fact that the worst feeling in the world was to be
deceived by someone who
was supposed to be your
friend.

On
a somewhat positive note, the only consolation prize from his scathing
denouncement would be that it should make it easier for her to go back to her
normal life and forget all him. Indeed, the inevitable declared she must
forget him following their one public performance
together, no matter what she wanted to the contrary.