Serious Play

 

Picture yourself, sprawled naked across an enormous bed, a mass of soft, feather pillows raising you up so you might regard your chamber. Massage oil – grapeseed, perhaps, rich with extracts of musk and Frankincense and jasmine – flows from the tapered glass bottle in your trembling hand a single drop at a time … each semi-viscous droplet running down into the shadows of your cleavage, a fresh trail of glistening dampness left in its wake. You carefully set the bottle down on the bedside table, and then gently cup your breasts in your hands, pressing them together, smearing the oil between them. Finally, you reach out to where he stands beside the bed. He’s utterly naked, and his hard cock beckons – begs – for your attention, for your lascivious ministrations. You grasp him with a single hand, draw him onto the bed with you, over you, draw his thick shaft forward until it lies between your breasts … and then you enfold him within your soft, yielding warmth. And without a word, with just the desirous gleam of your eyes, you tell him to thrust, slowly, slowly, so that his flesh has time to accept the oil from yours. Anointed, he glides fluently, effortlessly, fucking your cleavage as you hold yourself against him, around him, as you brush the pads of your thumbs across the crowns of your bullet-hard nipples, making yourself gasp with drawn-out delight. Throughout, you control his pace with only your gaze … until he’s trembling above you, until he can’t take the slow pace, the focused deliberation any longer, until the relics of his self-control lie shredded and torn about you, and he begins to thrust greedily, oh so greedily, fucking your softness, watching your wanton eyes at the very moment that his are forced shut, as his shaft pulses and throbs, his seed erupting in thick streams that inundate your cleavage, coat your breasts, splash across your throat. Lie there, and feel the blood coursing through him, hear his ragged breathing begin to subside. Breathe in the bittersweet tang of his come.

 

Does milking a man in such a fashion constitute ‘serious play’?

Perhaps that first attempt was too restrained a scenario to qualify…

 

You’ve been at work all day … and yet despite all the professional trials, your mind has been constantly plagued by tantalising thoughts of pleasure and entwined, naked flesh. You’re consumed with desire for the sorts of gratification that come drenched in sweat and screams. As a result, your body aches with lust, thrums with a low current of dissatisfaction. You crave sensation. Completion.

You slip into your car with more than a little relief. You’ve barely settled yourself when your mobile phone chirps annoyingly on the dashboard. The text message presents a single, simple question.

“What are you thinking about right now?”

Your answer takes even less time to type out: “Cock.”

“Mine?”

“Maybe. Maybe not. Right now, I just want some cock. Hard and thick.”

“I like it when you’re so indiscriminately ravenous.”

You start the engine, spinning the back wheels as you pull out of the car park. It’s dark, and the wipers are just about coping with the rain. The phone chirps again. The traffic ahead on both sides of the road is thin, so you risk a glance at the bright display.

“Pull over and park somewhere discrete.”

Home is so close now that you consider ignoring the message. The ache in your body is maddening though, and the mind behind those words is so damnably tempting. You take the next turning on the left. Half a mile on, you take another left into a single-track lane. You stop the car half on the verge a hundred yards down, flick off the lights and switch off the engine. Over the ticking of cooling metal, you can hear the muted sounds of traffic on the main road. You’re completely alone though.

“Now what?” you type.

“Your panties. Take them off.”

You feel stupid and aroused all at once. You roll the panties down your thighs and then slip them down over your slender calves. When you step out of them, you can’t miss just how wet they are.

“It’s done.”

“Recline your seat, and draw your skirt up around your waist. If anyone does happen by, I want them to know exactly what you’re doing.”

The thrill that runs down your spine at the words is both hot and cold. You hesitate for a few seconds … and then you comply with the instruction. Alone in the dark, and when it’s done, you’ve never felt so exposed, so vulnerable … or so alive. That low thrum of need is now a high voltage crackle of potential.

“And now?”

“Think about cock. Imagine all the cocks you could possibly desire. As many as you want, in whatever ways you want them. Indulge yourself to the hilt. Gorge yourself. Lick and suck and fuck them all, you greedy, cock-loving whore.”

You do as you’ve been told. As many hard, thick cocks as you want. To stroke. To feast upon. To fuck. You try to type something in response, but your fingers tremble too much for the tiny buttons. That’s when the phone chirps again.

“I want to know how wet you are. Tell me. I want you to feel for me. I want you to explore for me. I want you to taste for me.”

And at once, you’re engulfed by your own appetites, by the licentious mind behind the messages. You really do mean to take your time, to tease your flesh and gradually build your desire. But you’ve been simmering all day, and as you begin to outline the lips of your sex with your fingertips, you feel the relief valve within you begin to rock back and forth.

“Oh fuck,” you whisper, your fingers suddenly insatiable in their desire to seek out your clitoris. Your body bucks as you stroke yourself for the first time. Your free hand goes to your labia, and as you ease yourself apart, you realise that you’re not wet; you’re soaking, saturated. Without decorum, you plunge two fingers inside yourself, thrusting into the wet heat, wishing that it could be a hard, thick cock, that there were another in your mouth waiting to take the place of the first, that there was one in each of your hands, insistent against your palms as you stroked their ridged lengths.

Your phone rings. It’s all you can do to stab your thumb against the answer button.

“I want to hear you come,” I tell you. And when you do come, only a few seconds later, it seems, your cries of pleasure are very loud indeed.

 

Would Madame consider that ‘serious play’?

Or maybe that vignette is just as wide of the mark as the first…

 

The lift rises in near silence towards the top floor of the hotel. You watch the green digital numerals advance, your bottom lip pinched between your teeth.

“I’m not sure about this,” you eventually say, only a few floors below your destination.

“Yet I am,” he replies. His gaze, when it meets yours, is steady, unwavering. You don’t recall ever having seen him exude such confidence.

The doors hiss open and he takes your hand, leads you down the expensively carpeted corridor to the door denoted ‘1402’. He turns to you, smiling warmly as he reaches into the pocket of his dinner jacket and slowly draws out a black velvet blindfold. He dangles it before your eyes from his index finger.

“You need to put this on before you go any further,” he says.

“No.”

His smile doesn’t fade a fraction as he slowly shakes his head. “You want to go into that room. We both know that. Besides, I can see it. I can smell it. There’s a price, though: if you enter, you do so wearing this.” He shakes the blindfold for effect. “And that is not negotiable, I’m afraid.”

He takes a step back from you.

“It’s quite a simple decision, really,” he continues. “You can slip this blindfold on, and I’ll take you inside, to where you will encounter your wildest, darkest fantasies. Alternatively, I can put the blindfold back in my pocket, and then escort you back to the lift. The choice is yours.”

You tremble with uncertainty. Twice you come close to spinning on your heel, walking away without a second glance back at the arrogant bastard or his precious room of fantasy. Yet there’s a magnet on the other side of that door, and it’s holding you in place with the grip of a vice. Worse than that, it’s doing its damnedest to drag you inside.

It’s feels like an eternity before you reach out for the blindfold with a wavering hand.

He makes as though to move behind you. “Allow me.”

“I can manage.”

“As you wish.”

You slip the blindfold into place. It smells of something opulent, decadent. The darkness is anything but comforting, but there’s no ignoring the excited beat of your heart, the pulses of exhilaration rushing through you.

You hear him knock on the door: three times, a brief pause, then twice more.

After a few seconds, you hear the click of the door being unlocked.

“It’s you,” says a cultured woman’s voice.

“It’s me.”

“Hmmm.” The woman draws in her breath. “And you’ve brought us someone new.”

“As I promised.”

“How delightful.” Her tone is so utterly salacious that it’s all you can do not to quiver uncontrollably. A soft-yet-strong hand takes yours. “Oh, she’s shivering with excitement. How utterly delicious.”

You’re led forward. The room is consumed by the same scent as the blindfold, only deeper, richer. There are low voices around you, and they quieten as you’re drawn deeper inside their debauched lair.

A dozen paces and you’re brought to a standstill.

“Isn’t she delicious?” the cultured woman asks the room. The voices – men and women – murmur appreciatively.

One man says, “I think she’s a little overdressed.”

Another man and then a woman both agree vociferously.

The cultured woman laughs nonchalantly. “Then we ought to do something about that, right away.”

Hands reach for the zip on the back of your evening gown. You try not to tremble as it’s drawn downward with an electric crackle, but you know that the excitement that has raised a million tiny bumps across your skin has already betrayed you to this room of all-seeing connoisseurs. The gown is eased from your shoulders. The straps slip down your arms, and then the weight of the dress carries it down the length of your body to pool at your feet.

Except for your stiletto heels, you’re utterly nude. Standing there exposed to your unseen audience, you’ve never felt so naked.

Someone emits a low whistle.

A man growls, “Nice. Very nice.”

“Lovely,” a woman’s voice half-whispers. “Can … May I …?”

“But of course,” the cultured woman answers. “She’s here for you to enjoy. She’s here for all of us to enjoy.”

A bouquet of expensive perfume blooms around you. You feel warm breath against the side of your face, and then the softest, gentlest lips press themselves against the tip of your earlobe, the side of your neck, then your cheek, and finally your mouth. The warmth of her kiss is intoxicating. The tip of her tongue skirts the limits of your lips, and then eases its way between them, seeking your own tongue. You kiss back in a semi-trance, your mouth naturally melding with hers as the kiss deepens. Arousal courses through you in waves, warm and evocative, and fire and moisture somehow flourish together between your thighs.

Even as your kiss intensifies, you feel another mouth pressing itself against the side of your neck. There’s the unmistakeable masculinity of stubble brushing against your skin as the man nuzzles your flesh. A delicate hand – your instincts tell you that it belongs to the woman who is kissing you – cups your left breast. Within moments, another hand – bigger, coarser, stronger – captures your right bosom. You begin to lose yourself, waxing and waning in the contrast between his lips and hers, between the delicacy of her caresses, and the latent power within his.

A hand snakes its way between your half-parted thighs. You sigh as fingers skirt across your clitoris and then the engorged lips of your sex. You gasp as your cunt is opened and invaded by first one digit, then a second, then a third.

“She’s so fucking wet,” a male voice says.

A woman says, “Let me feel!” There’s a distinct note of hunger, of desperation in her voice. Immediately, the first hand slips away, and a second – more slender, more artful – takes its place. “Oh, you’re right,” the woman gushes. “Oh, I have to taste her!”

You sense the woman descending the length of your body. Her palms press against the soft flesh of your inner thighs, forcing them wider apart. Her fingers find your sex, opening you, and then there’s an explosion of warm sensation as her tongue lashes your cunt, stern to stem, finishing with a delicious flicker against your clitoris that makes your knees buckle.

“Let’s take her to the bed,” one of the men suggests.

At once, you’re lifted into the air, carried a few feet, lowered carefully onto a soft mattress covered with cool, crisp cotton. Hands grip your ankles and pull your legs apart. You feel someone climb onto the bed between your splayed thighs, and then that soft, cunning tongue is on your sex once more, lavishing attention upon every warm, wet inch.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” you cry softly, as your lover attacks your clitoris with the sweetest strokes, as she presses her tongue as deep inside your cunt as she can.

Now there are more mouths on you, one kissing you passionately, as two more capture your hard nipples, swirling their clever lips and tongues around your marbled flesh. The mouth kissing you slips away, then a hand is in your hair, irresistibly turning your head to the side, and you inhale the unmistakably aromatic scent of aroused cock just before the glans is pressed against your lips. You willingly – greedily – open your mouth to permit the invader to enter. He’s big; big enough to make you strain to accommodate him. His smooth glans and his hard, thick shaft fill your mouth, and you lick and suck as best as you can, until he begins to withdraw. Your tongue chases him out, and you’re rewarded with the sweet taste of the precum oozing from his cockhead.

You sigh contentedly. At once, the cock is back, greedy, insistent, and your mouth is deliciously full once more. You’re so focused on sucking your mystery devotee, you’re barely aware of the tongue that’s ravishing your clit … until the swells of your first orgasm begin to build. Suddenly, you’re awash with sensation, drowning in pleasure. The mouths against your breasts, the softly caressing hands on your belly and your thighs, the unrelenting cock in your mouth and the devilishly devious tongue assailing your cunt. The waves of bliss keep coming, keep growing, carrying you higher and higher, until the world erupts in silent white light, and you can scarcely breathe, scarcely feel, it’s all too much, too much for any one person to experience simultaneously. You hear a woman’s keening scream, and after a few seconds, a distant part of your brain communicates that it is your own.

The world dims, light and sounds fading. When the brightness, the contrast, and the volume return, you’re aware that one person – the hungry, desperate woman whose mouth brought you to orgasm – is vacating the precious space between your thighs … only in order for it to be assumed and possessed by another. Hairy, muscular thighs press against your own as the man slips into position. A broad glans is pressed into your cleft, making you gasp and shiver with expectation of what is to come now. Its possessor guides it up through the moist valley, so that it grazes your seemingly hypersensitive clitoris. Then it slips downward again, into the dripping portal that nestles between your thighs.

With one uninterrupted thrust, the stranger’s cock enters you to the hilt. You cry out with delight, but your cry is cut off by the cock – slimmer, sweeter than the one that preceded it – which is suddenly pressed against your parted lips.

Once more, hands and mouths and tongues assail your breasts, your belly, your thighs. The long, thick cock inside you fucks you with powerfully even strokes. Each time the stranger retreats, his cock slips all the way out of you, the flared glans tugging deliciously upon your labia, manipulating your clit. Each time he returns, his cock fills you completely, stretching the velvet depths of your cunt with its girth. The balls that rest against the cheeks of your arse on alternate strokes feel so heavy, so full, and you know – you know – that there is no power on Earth that will prevent this man from fucking you until he erupts inside you, until he spurts the last drop of his seed against the entrance to your womb.

The pace of the man fucking you is beginning to quicken. “I want to fill her cunt,” he grunts to the room somewhat breathlessly.

“Good,” says the voice of one of the other men. “I want to fuck her next. I want to fill her cunt too.”

“Wonderful,” the cultured woman adds. “Because I have every intention of licking all of your come from her cunt while I’m making her come.”

Oh, God! you think.

Oh, fuck!

Oh, yes!

The delirium of an overdose of ecstasy beckons, and you glory at its sweet approach.

 

So … just how serious a game did Madame have in mind? Because – as you should be able to tell – I’m in a position to offer some formidable diversions for your consideration.

 
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