Interlude (4 page)

“I knew you’d like the way she tastes. Sweet as sugar but more addictive.”

“Absolutely.”

“Thank you for your assistance.”

The waiter nodded and bowed away.

“Look at me, Lisa.” Mark’s voice was both sensual and commanding.

She glanced over and saw that his pants were wide open, his rigid cock standing at attention as he stroked it with his big hand.

“See how big it is?” he asked her. “See the liquid seeping from the slit? I’m nearly ready, too. Here’s what we’re going to do. We’re both going to make ourselves come at the same time. So rub that clit of yours as hard as you can. Tell me what it feels like?”

“Swollen,” she whispered, her breathing choppy. “Hot. Wet. Mark, I’m very, very wet.” As she talked her fingers rubbed her clit, pulled and tugged at it. The seat underneath her was wet from her juices and the melting ice cubes, and the balls were clicking against every nerve in her pussy.

“Almost there,” he told her. “Don’t take your eyes from me. Keep watching me.”

His hand moved more rapidly, up and down, root to tip. His other hand cupped his balls now, squeezing them. She was at the limit of her endurance when he nodded his head and said, “Now. Come, Lisa.”

Her body jerked spasmodically as she was finally able to allow the powerful orgasm to roll through her.

Her pussy clenched over and over, her fingers never stopping the rhythmic movements on her clit. She rocked back and forth on the seat, needing the pressure and abrading movement against her tormented cunt.

She wanted to close her eyes and give herself up to the moment, but her eyes were glued to Mark, his own body jerky as the thick cum spilled from the flared, purple head and ran over his fingers.

Drained, Lisa collapsed against the high back of the booth, wondering if the torment of the vibrator and balls would stop before she came apart completely. Mark took the napkin and carefully wiped his hand then his shaft. But he left his cock exposed as he reached into his pocket for a tiny remote and turned off the butt plug.

“Thank you.” Lisa didn’t know how she managed to get the words out.

“The thanks are mine,” he replied. “You’re a very sensitive, sensuous woman. Easy to enjoy and to give pleasure to.”

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A different kind of warmth crept over Lisa’s body. None of her lovers had ever complimented her this way or worried about her pleasure as opposed to theirs. Obviously, she had made a lot of poor choices.

Mark lightly stroked his now spent cock with one hand. His other arm slid behind her and pulled her closer to him. Bending his head, he closed his lips around one nipple and sucked it into his mouth. As he’d done earlier, he bit it gently then licked it with his tongue. Then he turned his attention to the other breast.

“Ah, for want of a set of clamps,” he sighed, when he finished tormenting her breasts. “I’d love to see these ripe berries squeezed between thin bars of gold, protruding so far I could just lean down and bite the tips whenever I wanted to.”

Two things occurred to Lisa while Mark was talking. The first was that he was an expert at giving pain that brought only pleasure. The second was that he’d taken control of the entire evening and she hadn’t once thought of objecting. Was it just the drinks? Was her head that fuzzy? It wasn’t that other lovers hadn’t ordered her around. But that was just it. They’d
demanded
. Mark dominated without demeaning. Was this what she had been waiting for in a man? Was this what she’d been looking for in a long string of losers?

“Get up on your knees again,” he ordered in a soft yet authoritative voice. “Just like before. Only this time lean forward so your breasts rest on the edge of the table. You have the most gorgeous breasts.

Like ripe melons. They should be on display. That’s it,” he encouraged, as she did her best to comply.

“Now, keep your skirt pulled way up and spread your legs as wide as you can.”

She manoeuvred herself into the position as best she could and glanced at Mark to see if he approved.

He smiled at her. “Excellent.” He probed her pussy, sliding first one then the other of the Ben Wa balls out into his hand. “Your cunt is so wet and slick I’m getting hard again just from touching it.” He brought his hand up and slid it beneath her arm until it was right at her mouth. “Taste yourself, Lisa. See how delightful your juices are. I could make a meal of you any time.” When she hesitated, he said in the commanding voice, “Do it. Whatever I tell you to do, you must follow my instructions. Haven’t I given you great pleasure so far?”

“Y-yes.” Unbelievably, lust coiled in her stomach again.

“Then lick my fingers clean.”

She ran her tongue slowly over each finger, making sure she didn’t miss any area, then ran her tongue over her bottom lip. She tasted both sweet and tart to herself, but her flavour was also mingled with Mark’s, an incredible aphrodisiac.

“Good girl,” he said when she finished.

His hand moved down to her buttocks, and she felt him probing at her anus. Slowly, he pulled the plug from the warm clasp of her rectum, and she moaned in protest.

“You liked that plug, did you? Good. I wish I had a larger one. Lean forward a little more, and I’ll give you something to replace it.”

She complied, giving him better access, and he slipped three fingers inside her. Instantly, liquid dripped from her pussy. As he slowly he finger-fucked her ass, little tremors raced through her and a sound of
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pleasure escaped her lips.

“More,” she begged in a tight voice. This had never felt as good when Jason did it. But again, Jason had been all about Jason.

His body shifted beside her, and she felt his mouth on the bare skin of her buttocks, placing nips everywhere and following with wet, open-mouthed kisses. She wriggled her ass, wanting more of the pleasure.

“Ah, you like that, too.” He couldn’t hide the satisfied tone in his voice. “I could bite your ass all night. I know you’re getting hot again. I think you need a little cooling down here, too.”

She nearly jumped off the bench as he slid ice cubes into her hot dark tunnel. But the chill, instead of cooling her off, only made her hotter. And despite the wrenching orgasm she’d just had, when he thrust his fingers into her vagina she felt herself respond instantly. She moved her hips back and forth as much as her position allowed her to.

Closing her eyes, she gave herself up to the pleasure his skilful fingers wrung from her, tremors beginning deep inside and pulsing throughout her body.

“Tell me how much you like this,” he demanded.

“I love it,” she said, rocking back and forth. “I love your fingers inside me.”

“Give me the words, Lisa. Don’t beat around the bush.”

“I-I love it when you finger-fuck my…cunt,” she blurted out. “I love your fingers inside my pussy.”

“And?” he prompted.

“And when you play with my clit.”

In response, he moved his thumb to press against the swollen nub, rubbing it back and forth. “Would you like me to open the curtains so everyone can see what a gorgeous cunt you have?”

The question nearly stopped her movements, shocking her with the blatant image it conjured yet thrilling her at the same time. She’d never been into exhibitionism yet with this stranger it aroused her just to think about it. And again, hadn’t it been one of her fantasies?

“Well? Answer me, Lisa.”

“I-I don’t know,” she stammered, hoping he wouldn’t remove his hand in punishment for her answer.

“Let’s have a drink and try a little experiment.”

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“Experiment? What do you mean?”

“Wait and see. I’m going to have Damon, the owner, bring us this next round of drinks.”

What did he have in mind? Lisa almost didn’t care as long as he didn’t remove his fingers from her pussy or stop rubbing her clit. His movements were just enough to bring her to the edge without tipping her over. She heard Mark murmuring softly and wondered if there was some kind of microphone in the booth. This place seemed to have thought of everything else.

In a moment, the curtains parted and Lisa’s unfocused eyes looked up to see a tall, muscular man with blond hair and brown eyes, carrying two drinks. He put them down on the table and smiled.

“See you’re enjoying yourself tonight, Mark.”

Mark chuckled. “Don’t I always?”

“Some nights more than others. But tonight, you seem to have won the pot of gold.” His eyes dropped to Lisa’s exposed breasts. “May I?”

“Of course. Lisa would love to have you touch her breasts, right?”

Lisa was still riding his fingers and willing to do anything as long as he didn’t stop. “Yes. I don’t mind.”

She stumbled over the words, concentrating on the waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Damon leaned down and palmed both breasts, rubbing his thumbs over the nipples, and squeezing gently with his fingers. “Excellent,” he commented. “Round and firm. And what outstanding nipples. Just begging to be clamped.”

“That’s exactly what I told her,” Mark agreed.

“And the rest of this petite body? Is it just as mouth-watering?”

“See for yourself. Lisa, love? Lean forward and lay across the table so Damon can slide in. There’s not much room, and we want to give him a good view.”

“C-can you help me?”

“Of course,” he chuckled. Without removing his fingers he used his other hand to guide her forward so she was laying flat on the table top, her legs dangling.

She grabbed the outer edge of the table to support herself. “Just…don’t stop, okay?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it. In fact, we’re going to let Damon watch, so he can see how exquisite that pussy is and what great orgasms you have.”

There really wasn’t room in the booth for a third person, but with Lisa lying on the table Damon managed to squeeze himself in. Strange fingers danced along the inside of one thigh then gently tugged it as far to the side as she could move it. Mark’s hand did the same with the other, so that her cunt was completely exposed.

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“That’s the prettiest cunt I’ve seen in a long time,” Damon said, his voice taking on a husky tone. “You lucky bastard. I can’t believe she just dropped into your lap, so to speak.”

“I give thanks to the rain gods, who chased her inside until the rush outside for cabs was over.”

“God, she grips those fingers of yours so tightly. It hardly seems possible you can get them all in there.”

The more they talked, the more aroused Lisa became. She’d found a way to ride Mark’s fingers even in her new position, and she closed her eyes as she fell into the rhythm again. The drinks had definitely gone to her head, leaving her pleasantly tipsy, just enough to dull her inhibitions and enjoy what was happening to her.

“Touch her,” she heard Mark say, with an edge of possession in his voice. “Go ahead. She’s got a very sensitive clit. You’ll love her response.”

Another set of fingers joined Mark’s between her legs, working their way under Mark’s hand. He removed his thumb from her clit, leaving it free for Damon’s fingers to pinch and tug, rub and twirl one fingertip over the very tip of the nub.

Lisa jerked at the touch, shards of electric heat jolting through her. “Oh, God,” she whimpered. “More.

Please.”

“See.” Mark could barely conceal his satisfaction. “I told you.”

“You were right. Jesus, Mark, she’s soaked. And look at those hips humping. She’s about ready.”

“Let’s do it,” Mark said. “Just like we usually do. So we can watch every quiver in that hot little pussy.”

Mark increased the pace of his fingers while Damon moved his finger faster and faster over her clit. The orgasm hit her without warning, racing through her like a hot spear, her body almost jack-knifing with the spasms. And just as she clamped down on Mark’s fingers, he removed them and pulled the lips of her pussy wide open. Damon continued to massage her clit, faster and faster as the hungry muscles of her vagina clamped down on empty air, and Lisa had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. The spasms seemed to go on forever, her entire body convulsing. She was no longer aware of where she was and what she was doing, only of the desperate need to feel something in her empty cunt and the tormenting of her clit that drove her from one plane to another.

She was exhausted by the time the last little aftershock subsided. Mark, apparently taking pity on her, had finally slipped his fingers back inside her until the orgasm faded away.

“Holy shit,” she heard Damon say. “That was very impressive. Think what we could do in the private room.”

Private room? Even in her foggy state, the words registered on Lisa’s brain. What private room? Had she missed something when she’d come in? And what happened in there, anyway?

“It would be outstanding,” Mark said. “Lisa is a very sensuous, responsive woman. I think it would be enjoyable for all three of us.”

All three of us?

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Lisa desperately tried to get her brain in gear, but all she wanted to do at the moment was collapse into a puddle.

“For the moment, I think we should make the lady more comfortable,” Damon said. “She’s certainly made
my
evening brighter, as I’m sure she has yours.”

Damon slid to the side as he and Mark eased Lisa back from the table and onto the bench. Damon reached over and palmed her breasts again.

“Thank you so much, lovely lady. You have exquisite breasts and a cunt I would love to fuck for hours on end. I’m glad you came into
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tonight.”

“Thank you,” she murmured, not quite sure how to respond to a compliment like that.