The Limousine (3 page)

“Hello, Brenda. You’re doing very well.”
Brenda tried to respond, but her voice wouldn’t come. Her arousal had taken her over; she was almost unable to form words.
“I’m the Master. I don’t have another name—not for you, at least. Are you willing to call me Master?”
Brenda tried very hard to force herself to speak. Finally she managed to mutter “Yes” with a great gasp of exertion. “Yes, Master.”
“Good,” said the Master, his voice teasing, enticing, seductive. “You haven’t climaxed yet,” he said.
Brenda gasped. How could he know that? Maybe he was just guessing, but there was a sureness to his tone that made her think he knew for sure that she hadn’t yet come. But Brenda couldn’t stop her hand from absently stroking her slit, up and down, teasing her clit and toying with the entrance to her pussy.
“You’re being watched,” came the voice. “There’s a camera under the far seat. Does that disturb you?”
Brenda’s mouth hung open in astonishment. She looked over and saw the tiny aperture winking at her from underneath the seat. It was pointed right between her spread legs. She suddenly felt more exposed, more violated, more invaded than she had ever been. Still she couldn’t stop herself from rubbing her pussy, and as she looked into the camera she felt her fingertip nuzzling at her opening, beginning to enter it.
“Does that disturb you?” he said again.
“No,” panted Brenda. It was all she could manage to say.
“I would like you to take your panties off. You did put them on over the garters, as I instructed. Didn’t you?”
“Uh-huh,” said Brenda. She moved to take her panties off, sliding them down her long legs. She set them on the seat next to her and spread her legs a little further for the hidden camera.
“Are you still very turned on? Do you want to come?”
“Yes,” she said. “Please.”
“Then by all means, continue.”
Brenda was surprised at herself. She found herself following his commands, continuing her masturbation. She was very close to her climax, and she wanted to get off more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. As she toyed with the entrance to her pussy, she stared into the blank lens of the camera underneath the far seat. He was watching her. Knowing that made her even more excited. Gently, tentatively at first, Brenda began to press her already cunt-slick finger into her pussy.
“That’s nice...” said the smooth voice on the other end of the phone. “Put it in deep....”
Brenda teased her finger into her cunt, playing with the tightness of the opening, feeling how slick and ready she was. She kept her fingernails a little long, so she had to be careful when she fucked herself with her fingers like this. Luckily, she was very used to it. Like most women, Brenda liked to rub her clit when she masturbated. But what she really loved was to feel her fingers inside her, to fuck herself with one or two or sometimes even three fingers, thrusting into her pussy until she came. As Brenda fucked herself now, she felt her pleasure mounting, her orgasm approaching, and she slipped her finger out to let a second finger join it. She pressed both fingers into her pussy as she rocked her hips, rubbing her bare ass against the softness of the limousine seat. With her other hand, Brenda was still rubbing her breasts, trading off from one to the other, playing with her nipples, which always helped to send her over the edge. She looked into the camera, thinking about how she was being watched, and with a hungry moan she lifted her ass off the seat, arching her back, pressing her pussy toward the camera. She knew it must look good framed there in the white garter belt, naked except for the frills of lace. Then she felt the explosion of her orgasm starting deep inside her body, and she knew that she could come no matter what she did now. So she kept fingering herself, thrusting two fingers into her cunt, faster and faster as her climax burst inside her, then crashed over her near-naked body like a sensuous ocean wave. Brenda groaned into the phone, giving herself over to the pleasure, letting the Master know how much he had turned her on. Finally, her fingers slowed their thrusting into her pussy and she settled back down into the plushness of the seat. She rested there for long minutes, basking in the warmth of the afterglow, savoring the feeling of post-orgasmic satisfaction.
She still played with her pussy, though her clit was much too sensitive to touch. After Brenda came, she liked to rub the outside of her cunt and feel the spasms shuddering through the muscles, reminding her of the intense pleasure she’d just experienced. She stroked her two slick fingers around the entrance to her cunt as the last quivers of her cunt muscles dwindled.
“You like to lick your fingers,” said the voice on the phone, persuasive and seductive. “I liked it very much when you did that.”
Brenda smiled faintly and laughed a little. She felt very distant, lost in the clouds of her pleasure. “I don’t usually.... I mean, it just seemed like the thing to do at the moment...”
“Would you do it again, Brenda? For me?”
She smiled. How could she say no to a Master who asked her so sweetly to lick her own juices off her fingers. Slowly, sensuously, she trailed her slick fingers up the front of her mostly-naked body, then up to her mouth. Staring into the camera under the seat, she began to lick her fingertips, taking lots of time. She savored the juice of her pussy, paying more attention to its taste, thinking about how turned on she had been. Still was, to tell the truth. Licking her fingers, knowing that it was exciting the Master, was turning her on even more.
Brenda nibbled, licked, and suckled at the tips of each of her long fingernails, enjoying their sharpness and smoothness.
She slid her middle finger into her mouth, sucking on it, licking it clean long—very long—after it was already quite clean. Then she let her index finger join it, so she could lick that one even cleaner. Then she let her tongue laze out and begin to explore the curves of her hand and fingertips. Brenda made love to her fingers, tasting her own sweat mixed with her cunt, licking the sweaty palm of her hand and the slender lines of her fingers. She was surprised to find that she was getting turned on just doing this simple little ritual. But it was undeniable: she could feel the quivers starting in her cunt all over again. As if she was ready for sex—so soon after her climax!
Brenda did not usually like to come again right after the first time. In fact, one orgasm was usually enough for her. When she did want more than one, she usually liked to wait an hour or so before she started masturbating—or making love—again. Sometimes, if she was with a particularly eager lover, or she was extremely horny, she could get herself worked up after half that long. But now, with the Master coaxing her over the phone, Brenda felt ready to go after just a few minutes. In fact, the urgency in her cunt was growing, and she could feel the arousal picking up as she experimented with licking her fingers for the Master’s voyeuristic enjoyment.
She licked her way down across her palm and began to tease her tongue around her wrist, making sure that she was positioned so that the camera could catch everything. Then she licked her way back up to her fingertips. She licked her fingertips again, this time taking even longer to make love to each one, and starting with her little finger so she could lick all five of them in sequence. By the time she finished by licking her thumb sensuously and then sliding it suggestively into her mouth, she was as wet as could be, and even more turned on than before. The muscles of her crotch ached vaguely with the exertion. She knew if she came this soon after the first orgasm it might hurt a little bit, but she didn’t care. She felt the certainty that came from knowing her own body, knowing her own arousal. She knew she could make herself come, and she wanted to. While she licked and swallowed her thumb, her other hand slid reflexively between her legs and start to play with her clit.
The limousine was still moving along smoothly, obviously an uncrowded highway. Brenda didn’t take the time to wonder where she was being taken; her time in the limousine was all she cared about. The momentary curiosity was like a stray bird flying through her mind, and then it was gone as she found the touch of her fingertip bringing surging pleasure to her clit, and found her arousal mounting.
“You
are
a very sexy woman, Brenda. And so beautiful.”
“Thank you,” she managed to mumble as she licked her fingertips for the last time. Her right hand was now slick with her own spittle, and as she slid it down her body toward her spread thighs, she knew she could come almost as soon as she wanted. She wanted to savor it, wanted to enjoy every moment of her self-pleasuring—and, not incidentally, to put on as sexy a show as possible for the camera. She was finding that this hidden exhibitionism in herself was a bigger turn-on than she would have dreamed. She slid her spit-slick middle finger down the length of her slit and drew it up and down again slowly, luxuriously, feeling the pleasure even more intensely. She raised her other hand to her mouth and slipped the middle finger into her mouth, licking and biting absently at it as she started to rub her clit insistently with her other hand.
Slowly. She must go slowly, she told herself. She must savor each moment of this experience. It was beautiful, and somehow terrifying. But she knew that she wanted to taste every instant of her sexual abandon.
Brenda toyed with her clit, feeling herself mount toward orgasm. She breathed heavily into the phone as she touched herself, working her hips in time with her rhythmic moans and the rubbing of her fingers. Slowly, she eased her hand down the length of her slit, pressing her fingertip against her pussy entrance. Rapturously, she pressed her finger into her cunt, teasing it open again, taking one finger and thrusting it gradually in and out. She felt the sweat trickling over her bare breasts and her stomach, over her face and shoulders. Her hair was soaked with it. Brenda was sheened in sweat, dripping with the heat of her own arousal.
“You’re doing beautifully,” the voice on the phone coaxed her on. “Delicious.”
Brenda knew she couldn’t hold off much longer, much as she would have liked to. She began fingerfucking herself faster, surprised that one finger was bringing her off so quickly. With her thumb she teased her clit as she thrust her finger more quickly and deliberately into her pussy, matching the rhythm of her pleasure. She licked her other hand for the camera, enjoying the feeling of being incredibly sexy to her unseen lover.
“You’re going to come soon, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” panted Brenda. “I’m going to come.”
“Whisper my name when you come,” said the Master, more a plea than a command. “Call me ‘Master.’”
Hearing that helped Brenda ease into a powerful climax. She felt it coming, and as the intense sensations overwhelmed her, she heard herself whispering “Master ... oh, Master...” and then, more hungrily, “Master! Oh, oh, Master!” as the explosions raged through her near-naked body. She whimpered as the pleasure got to be too much, making her lose control. She dropped the phone as she fucked herself, and, sensing the loss of contact with her Master, she turned, her eyes open, her lips parted wide, and groaned loudly, “Mas—mas—ter!” Then her climax was at its peak, and she threw her head back, panting desperately, feeling the orgasm take her over completely. As she finished, she squirmed in the seat, her body alive with raw sensation.
This time, Brenda didn’t need to be asked. When she had recovered enough to move, she lifted her right hand to her lips. Sensuously, slowly, she began to lick her fingers.
She reached out with her other hand and picked up the phone. “Master,” she whispered as she licked her hand. She could hear his heavy breathing on the other end of the phone.
Feeling warm and more comfortable than she had ever felt, Brenda wriggled her body more fully onto the seat and stretched out lengthwise, her legs still parted slightly. She cradled the phone, listening to the sound of the Master breathing.
“Thank you,” she finally said.
***
The drive continued on into the night, as Brenda dropped into a luxurious half-slumber on the soft seat of the limousine. It was a long time before the Master spoke to her again.
“I want you to shave before I see you again. Do you understand? Are you willing to do this?”
The request would have struck Brenda as bizarre in any other context. But without thinking, she said “Yes. Yes, Master.”
The limousine slowly pulled to a halt. Brenda felt a tingle of anticipation.
“Good,” said the Master. “I’ve had you brought home. It’s time for you to go get some sleep. I will see you again next weekend. Understand?”
“Yes,” said Brenda, a little disappointed. She began to reach for her panties.
“Please leave them,” came the voice over the phone. “You’ll get them back, but I would like you to leave them for now. Alright?”
Brenda obeyed, picking up her dress instead. She squirmed into her dress, feeling acutely aware of how rumpled it was. She straightened the dress as the door lock clicked open.
“I’ll see you next Friday,” said the Master. “I’ll be in touch.”
“Can’t I see you before then?”
“No,” said the Master. “Wait until next Friday.”
“Thank you,” said Brenda again, feeling curiously satisfied despite the fact that she hadn’t actually gotten to
do
anything with the Master. “Thank you, Master.”
Brenda hung up the phone and climbed, a little reluctantly, out of the limousine.
When Brenda entered the front door of her apartment, she saw the debris of Kristi’s date last night strewn about the living room. A pair of Kristi’s panties and a camisole—matching leopard-print (and not much to them)—were tossed haphazardly on the floor and the couch. An empty bottle of white wine lay next to the futons near two half-full wine glasses and the remote control for the VCR. A couple of candles had burned down to nothing in their cast-iron holders on the coffee table. The room smelled faintly of pot, and an ash-filled pipe was next to the wine. There was a plate of grapes near the bay windows, and the curtains had been left open. Brenda knew that this must have been a pretty hot date—Kristi was almost never this inconsiderate. But then, as Brenda walked down the hall to her own bedroom, she heard the telltale moans from Kristi’s bedroom, the creaking of the bed and its rhythmic thump against the wall, and Brenda realized that the date was still going on. In fact, they had left the door of Kristi’s bedroom wide open, and it was only because they were so engaged in what they were doing that they hadn’t heard Brenda come home.