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The old home was palatial and discretely set away from the busy downtown. This suited both its owners and the community's economic and political elite, especially in November. Each year forty or so movers and shakers would gather in the main ballroom for an evening of lechery to welcome in the winter.
In an upstairs bathroom the mayor looked on in approval. Marilyn, her secretary, finished wiping the shaving cream off and stood back to admire her handiwork. Her muscular husband was now completely hairless and smooth below his eyes.
"Ooo, sexy Marky," she cooed, "You look like a Greek statue."
Her boss agreed. "He certainly does, dear, and once he's covered in oil he'll look even better. Mark, darling, you're going to make so many women happy tonight. Your tongue, your cock and especially your ass will be the height of the party. Of course your delightful little wife will be doing the same for their husbands."
Mark regarded himself in the mirror, a dubious expression on his face. "Shirley, the ladies can do whatever they want to me and, I guess, to Marilyn but I don't care how much money you're paying us, I don't do men."
At least I don't think I do. Marilyn still refuses to say whether Hercule had me back in August. I really hate the idea but everything felt so good . . .
"We understand that you don't do blowjobs, Mark. And you understand that you will spend the night blindfolded even though you were at one of these parties before and know most of the people. The entertainment never knows for sure whom it is they've serviced. Marilyn won't, Tanya won't, Sophie won't and neither will you. It might be me and it might be a man but your prostate can't tell the difference between silicone and latex covered flesh so just relax and enjoy, my love."
As the younger couple continued their toilet, Shirley walked pensively down the hall. Mark had been one of the prizes of her unofficial harem until Marilyn had caught his eye. They were married in a rush, much to the mayor's annoyance. She had fancied having both of them in her sway and watching them waltz off into a life of respectable domesticity had put the mayor's nose out of joint until the opportunity came to seduce them into a new life as hobby-whores. She had seized it with enthusiasm. Whether they recognized it or not, both were now her sex-slaves and she intended to keep them that way. Mark might not like the idea of being an object of desire to both sexes but his body overruled him. Few things made him purr like something stiff and warm up his butt.
Marilyn filled the bowl of a small hookah, lit it and handed the mouthpiece to her man. "Here, Mark, it's imported Humboldt County Bubbleberry. It will make you all giggly and warm so you'll have a good time tonight. Right now you look like a complete party pooper."
He sighed and took the hint. Two deep breaths later a smile spread across his face and his shoulders relaxed. "Hell, honey, for what we're getting paid I really shouldn't be so uptight."
"Uh-huh, especially around your ass. I've seen the new dildo Shirley bought to use on you. You'll know what's coming when the crowd starts to 'oo' and 'aw'. Of course, she'll probably fuck me with it first. If you hear me squeal, know you're next!"
A small, private elevator took them to the first floor foyer where the butler and his wife met them. "Roland, Fiona! So good to see you again." Marilyn jumped into the man's arms and planted a hot, wet kiss on his mouth.
Fiona pulled the tie loose on Mark's dressing gown and ran her hands down his body. "My goodness, Mark, you've made the transition from guest to gigolo. Does that mean you're off limits to those of lesser income?"
"Fiona, all you have to do is bring Roland over to the house some time. You know we'll be out of our clothes in a trice for the two of you.
Ohh . . .!
"
Fiona fondled his package a bit more then stepped back with a wicked smile. "Like that, do you? I understand there are several other things you like and I also understand that Shirley has made sure that everyone knows what they are. You, young man, are the centerpiece tonight so let me take your robe. Stand over there next to Tanya and I'll get the oil."
Marilyn had backed up to Roland. She clasped her hands behind his neck exposing her entire body to his roving hands. And he squeezed and groped, she swung her hips left and right across his crotch. "Roland, that feels so good. Do I feel that good to you? You guys really must come for a visit. Mark will tie me up and make me take all three of you on at once, maybe even twice."
"An appealing idea, sweet one, but you're due 'on stage' in a few minutes. Here's your aerosol foreplay. Take a quick snort and I'll get your blindfold on."
Mark stood with his hands raised while Fiona painted mineral oil all over him. She took extra time between his buttocks and when she decided he gleamed properly took a blunt tipped applicator from a velvet bag on a side table.
"All right, everyone, bend over and spread. You know how fond the guests are of taking your alternate route and we want this to be a comfortable experience for everyone. Especially you, sir. Word has it that the limo will be extra padded for you on the way home. You'll probably need it."
When the blindfolds were in place, the Entertainment heard the big double doors open and felt warm hands lead them into the ballroom. There was a hush and then the crowd began its whispered comments.
"Darling, don't you just love it when the toys are all oiled like that? The way the chandeliers shine on their skin is so tempting. It makes me want to fuck them all!"
"Me, too! And do you see what I bought? It's from Germany. It's designed so that you don't need a harness when you're fucking someone."
"Oh, I've seen those online. Do they really work?"
"Ask Steven. The weekend it came I almost gave him hemorrhoids, I think. It feels so good when you drive it up someone's butt and pull it back out again. And I adore the way they squeak when the flange of the helmet pops out before you jam it in again."
Shirley smiled as she drifted through the crowd. The four objects of tonight's lechery were being suspended in harnesses, as usual. Soon the fondling, the groping and the teasing would begin. Little did they know what was really in store for them, especially Mark.
"Hercule, darling, are the Electrosexâ„¢ machines all ready to go?" Shirley stroked her husband under the chin and leered at him.
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Oui, mon amour
, I 'ave set them all on low to start. Then we can increase the intensity as the fucking goes on. It will not be long before young Mark completely forgets to care whether 'e is being used by a man or a woman."
Shirley smile broadened. Men are so silly, she thought. So long as they are trying to get you to do something, they are all about 'If it feels good, do it!' But let someone decide to do something that felt good when done
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