Seduction (13 page)

After a few moments of urgent, passionate kissing, Adam broke away and pulled three condoms out of a bowl by the bed, handing one to Ben and one to Greg. Kneeling, he rolled a sheath onto his own dick, smoothing it down with an experienced hand. I crouched on all fours, feeling my pussy flutter as I watched the orgy around me in full swing.

Greg lay on his back while Suki used her mouth to put a condom on his hard-on. Then, facing away from him, she squatted over his dick and lowered herself onto him. As his dick disappeared into the folds of her body, they both moaned in ecstasy. Slowly, Suki leaned back and extended her legs so that she was lying on her back, on top of Greg. His arms reached around her body where he began massaging and kneading her tiny triangular tits with one hand, pulling her pussy lips apart with the other, and frantically fingering her clitoris. The base of his dick was just visible as he thrust in and out of her. I watched them, fascinated, envious, and horny as hell.

Maya was on all fours opposite me, close enough to reach out and touch. Behind her, Ben stroked his huge hard-on one last time before swiftly rolling a condom onto it. Then, with a forcefulness I found wildly arousing, he pulled a long, twisting lock of her red hair and yanked her head back, forcing her body to buck. Maya’s eyes turned glassy, and she began to breathe deeply, a soft pink blush spreading across her bouncing, swinging tits, as she let Ben slide into her. Still holding her hair, he rode her like a pony, thrusting his dick all the way into her, pulling it out, spearing her white flesh again, in and out, in and out.

I felt hands on my own tits then as Adam grabbed me by both breasts and propelled his cock into me with such merciless force that I screamed. The relief of finally being penetrated was overwhelming, and I succumbed to Adam’s will, letting him pull and pinch my tits, enjoying his fat cock pumping hard in my pussy.

Opposite me, Maya was being fucked by Ben and looked as ecstatic as I was. To my side, Suki writhed on top of Greg, eyes closed, lost in her own pleasure. Maya and I locked eyes, sharing a secret smile at the intensity of the moment. Her milky tits were swinging to and fro, slapping against each other and against her ribs. Hypnotized by Maya’s pale, pendulous breasts, I was still watching them when I saw Suki’s small, dark hand reach up and close over one, squeezing hard so that the flesh spilled out between her bony fingers. Then Suki grabbed my breast and did the same thing. I felt my pussy twitch and flutter. I was ready to come. All it would take would be the tiniest pressure on my clitoris. Inwardly I prayed for Suki to touch me there, to allow me my orgasm, to give me the release I craved so badly.

“You know what I’d like to see?” Suki’s high, clear voice cut through the collective moaning and groaning. “I’d like to see Maya and Charmaine together. You’re both so sexy,” she said to us. “I’d love to see that. Nothing would get me wetter than seeing that.”

My heart started to pound. Have Maya all to myself while everyone watched? I was so aroused I couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything more than nod my consent. Ben, Adam, and Greg all murmured their approval. Adam removed his dick from my twitching pussy, Ben pulled out of Maya, and Greg released Suki from his arms, wincing as she rolled off his bloated dick. Suki pulled the condoms off each man in turn.

“And while the girls are fucking,” she said in a kittenish voice, “I want you boys to come all over me. Decorate me. I want you to write your names on my tits in spunk.” Obediently, Ben, Adam, and Greg lined up before Suki and began tugging and stroking their dicks frantically, their eyes darting from me to Maya as we faced each other on the bed and to Suki’s lithe body outstretched before them.

Maya and I knelt opposite each other. Tentatively, I reached for her, pressed my lips against hers. She kissed me back, slowly at first and then more passionately, her soft, velvety lips sucking my face, her pink tongue darting in and out of my mouth, dueling with my own tongue and tracing my teeth. She wrapped her arms around my neck, drew me in closer, and took her lips away from mine, whispering words that caused hot droplets of moisture to ooze from between my legs and dampen my bush.

“I know you want to suck my tits,” she said. “I need it, too. Go on. Do it.” I didn’t need to be told twice. I picked up her tear-shaped tit and pressed it to my lips. Suckling on her nipple was heavenly, but stuffing the rest of her breast in my mouth was almost enough to make me come on its own. I was aware of the guys voicing their appreciation and of Maya’s high-pitched wails of pleasure. I felt her nipple on the roof of my mouth, forced it even farther back into my throat, using my tongue to stimulate the fleshy underside of her breast until at last I had to come up for air.

She pulled me in close and kissed me again. This time I was aware of our two pussies rubbing together and the clash and friction of her tits, one still damp with my saliva, rasping against mine. I felt her slender fingers walk down the side of my body and then gently comb out my bush before she placed her fingers on my clitoris. As soon as she touched me there I began to shake uncontrollably, and instinctively I reached for her pussy, too. She was as wet as I was: Both of us were frantically rubbing each other’s dripping, eager clits, harder and harder, while the guys jerked their penises faster and faster and Suki lay on the bed, wriggling like a little eel, fucking herself with a sex toy and screaming orders.

“Come in my face!” she was begging. “Come on my tits. Come on my ass!”

Greg was the first to obey her, shooting a thick white stream of spunk onto Suki’s tits. Ben followed seconds later, his juice squirting into her open mouth and decorating her neck. Finally Adam directed a hot jet onto her pussy and clitoris, and it was this final sensation that sent Suki over the edge. Maya and I stopped fondling each other for a few seconds to watch Suki’s spectacular orgasm. She writhed and gripped the bed while a puddle of liquid seeped out of her pussy to stain the sheets. As soon as she had calmed down, all three men advanced on Suki, rubbing their mixed juices into her skin as though they were massaging a princess.

Maya and I turned our attention back to each other.

“I’m so near coming,” I said. “You’ve made me so fucking horny.” I took her lower lip between my teeth and resumed my frantic stroking of her clitoris while she reached for mine with trembling hands. I felt an unmistakable heat suffuse my body, and then my orgasm came, crashing over me at the same time as Maya’s body gave a violent shudder. I bit down on her lip even harder, breathed in the scream of pleasure that she let out, softened my kiss as we both held each other, letting the aftershocks of our simultaneous climaxes shudder through our bodies.

All six of us, now spent, sank into a sweaty tangled heap, limbs entwined, eyes closed. Occasionally a hand I couldn’t identify would trail a feathery caress along my skin, and I would reach out and touch someone else in a similar way. We remained there, talking and touching, until Adam and Suki announced that the evening was over.

“Thank you so much for coming,” said Suki as we all dressed. “You’ve been the best guests we’ve ever had.” She ushered everyone but her husband out into the corridor to go our separate ways. We said good-bye to Maya and Greg, who leaned in and kissed me, a tender kiss good-bye, while Maya tongued Ben and gave his ass a playful squeeze. Then, unexpectedly, she pulled me to her and pressed her lips against mine, that long tongue sweeping around my mouth while she pushed her pubic bone into my body, an echo of the embrace we’d shared just moments before. It provoked a searing heat between my legs that made my body pulse and quiver again, eager for more. I think if she’d continued kissing me I would have been ready to fuck her all over again, but she drew away. “And you,” she murmured into my ear, “I want to see you again tomorrow. We can party in our cabin. What do you think?” I nodded, thrilled that Ben and I would enjoy a private party with this amazing couple again the next night and that this time we wouldn’t have to share them with Adam and Suki.

When we finally got back to our own cabin, we saw the dawn break over the calm water through our window. Utterly exhausted and satisfied beyond any experience, I curled up in my naked lover’s arms and smiled as I drifted off to sleep.

SHOPPED

I love beautiful things: clothes, makeup, jewelry. Sometimes, I even pay for them. But my favorite trinkets—the ones I treasure most of all—are the ones I get by stealth, not wealth. I’m an expert shoplifter. I’ve been doing it for years. I can outsmart the security systems in most major department stores. It’s not just about getting something for nothing; I’m addicted to the risk. I live for the thrill I get when I march out of those doors, past those big burly security guards with a thirty-dollar lipstick tucked in my sleeve. The more guards or the more cameras that are trained on me, the bigger the buzz when I get away with it. And when I walk out into the street, the release of tension and the blood pounding in my ears, it’s the nearest thing you can get to an orgasm. I’m a danger junkie. I’m crazy, I know, but I’m good at it. I’ve only been caught once.

Oh, yes, the time I got caught I was in my favorite haunt, an old department store in the middle of town. It’s an impressive building, with an interior dominated by a gilded spiral staircase. The luxurious beauty counter stocks face creams that cost a day’s pay for some people, often more.

I browsed the store for a while, looking for something to take my fancy. In the end, I chose a sleek designer lipstick. I even tried it out in the mirror before I committed myself to stealing it. It was a lovely color, rose pink with a soft sheen. Even under the shop counter’s harsh lighting, I could tell that it turned my average pair of lips into a pair of petals, plump and velvety. And so the second the salesgirl turned around to talk to another customer, I slid it up the top of my sleeve with a sleight of hand that would put most TV magicians to shame.

As I made my way to the huge double doors my heart was pounding, the way it does when you’re about to kiss someone for the first time. The metallic casing of the lipstick was clinically cold against the hot, fast pulse that raced on the inside of my wrist. I raised my hand to push the heavy door open.

And that’s when I felt it: the hand on my shoulder. My blood ran cold. It sounds crazy, but I had never prepared myself for this eventuality. I didn’t believe I’d ever actually get caught. I froze. I couldn’t see the hand but I felt a presence, a huge bulk of a man towering behind me. A man this big would be strong, too. No point in trying to run. It would only make things worse for me.

I turned around slowly, got ready to flutter my eyelashes at the security guard, hoping that I could flirt my way out of it. I found myself eye-level with his chest, a great solid wall of upper body. A blue shirt strained to contain a vast torso, short sleeves displayed strong, wide arms dusted with thick, dark hair. And above the collar, a stern, unsmiling face that didn’t look like it was about to be melted by my little-girl-lost act.

“Madame, would you like to come with me?” he said in a rough, gravelly voice. He phrased it as a question but there was no doubt that it was an order. He placed his hand lightly on my arm, not quite restraining me. His thick fingers could probably crush my arm if he wanted. I had no choice but to follow as he led me through a side door (Why had I never noticed it before? Usually too focused on a successful getaway, I guess.) and up a narrow steel staircase.

“Where are we going?” I said, and then, to cover myself, “I don’t know what I’m supposed to have done.”

He stayed silent, conserving his breath as we mounted the steep flight of stairs. I had to catch my breath but my gasps were barely audible above the pounding of my heart in my ears. I felt scared and guilty and angry with myself but the adrenaline junkie in me was also rather excited. Finally, I was experiencing something even more thrilling and shocking than the act of stealing itself.

The guard maintained his silence as he unlocked a wooden door and led me into a tiny room. He locked the door behind him, putting the key in his pocket, effectively making me his prisoner. I looked around the cell-sized room. There was a desk, a chair and about thirty TV screens, each showing a different part of the store. There was also a tiny window at about eye level from which you could see the entire shop floor. I was astonished. With CCTV this good, I was surprised they hadn’t caught me months ago. I was so surprised that I forgot to be frightened.

“Oh, look!” I said brightly. “You can see the makeup counter from here!”

I turned around, but he wasn’t smiling. The room was so small that there wasn’t much space between us. Close up, I could detect a clean, soapy smell that masked an undertone of something more dark, feral and masculine. I noticed that he hadn’t shaved for a few days, and that there was a small scar on his chin which made a bare patch in the stubble. I’ve always found men with scars irresistible. They make a man look tough and powerful—which, by contrast, makes me feel vulnerable and ultra-feminine. In other circumstances, I’d have found this guy extremely attractive.

“I’ve got something else to show you,” he said, hazel eyes stern beneath a furrowed brow, and he slid a tape into a VCR machine. At first, it was nothing special—just a series of shots of the shop interior. Then I saw someone I recognized: dark hair and a black leather jacket, suspiciously large red handbag—oh, God, it was me!

I watched in horror as the camera captured me sliding a blue g-string and matching bra into my bag. Then the video cut to another film, another day—hotter, because I wore no jacket, but I had the same oversized bag. This time I watched myself casually drop a sixty-five-dollar bottle of shampoo into my bag before leaving via the main doors. After that I was shown another film of me stealing a clingy white dress and then another showing me taking some expensive perfume. And another. And another. All the little crimes I thought I’d gotten away with had been taped. He had enough evidence here to put me in prison. This wasn’t going to be just a little slap on the wrist. My job—my apartment—my life—suddenly I realized exactly how much I’d put in jeopardy to feed my habit for cheap thrills.