Part 9.
Room service arrived, rolling in trays of food at noon. The four bodies disentangled slowly, drawn by the siren scent of coffee. Jerome went to the shower with his cup; he was joined moments later by Sandra. He was able to lift the slight girl like he did his own Rebekka; she squirmed against his hardness, thrashing and scraping his back. They both climaxed quickly; the previous night's passions had kept both near the edge.
Coming out of the bathroom they saw Mandy and Rebekka sipping from coffee cups. The grins said they'd heard their lovers tryst in the bathroom; they were turned on. Sandra moved to the low table, rearranging the eight roses and putting an envelope down next to the vase. She went for coffee, wiggling her bottom, showing off the welts William had left two days prior.
Mandy finished her sweet roll and went to the low table. She picked up the card, her hand trembling with anticipation.
"On the ninth day of Christmas, my lover gave to me, Nine cocks for sucking, and an orgasm from her tongue. -S."
Mandy looked up at her lover, as she sat on the overstuffed leather couch in the center of the room. Sandra was smiling at her, stroking Rebekka's hair. Jerome was pouring coffee with a bagel hanging out of his mouth. He moved over to another seat.
"You will entertain them right here, firebutt." Sandra indicated a pillow in the center of the room. "They should start arriving anytime." She giggled like a schoolgirl. "I know you love cock, lover. This should keep your dirty little mouth happy for a while."
Mandy moved to the indicated pillow, her knees weak. She knelt down, waiting for the arrival of her first treat. Sandra was perfect; Mandy had never been in love before. Lots of lust, huge amounts of sex, but never love. Now her lover was letting her – no, had arranged for her – to suck on nine men. Mandy quivered with anticipation, wondering what each would taste like, how big they were. She was already moistening with anticipation.
The door opened, a handsome young man walking in. He stared at the three naked people on the couch.
Sandra spoke up, "Your presence is required by the lady on her knees. Do what you have come here for." He swallowed, visibly nervous. "You should strip."
The dark-haired young man dropped his slacks with little style, his shirt came over his head. While he was nervous, his cock was not. It stood straight out, hard and straining. He walked forward where Mandy knelt. She suddenly was overcome with a strange need; to show her lover how much she appreciated this gift. She grabbed the offered cock, sucking it in her mouth in a single stroke. Her hand grasped his balls; the other began to finger his ass. She moved her head back and forth rapidly, pressing her tongue against the underside of his prick. He had no chance whatsoever.
Sandra watched the young man's face turn red, then purple. His breath was ragged barely a moment into the assault on his sex. Rebekka whispered, pointing out the moment Mandy sunk a finger in his ass, seeking his prostate. Jerome watched with interest; the girl knew what she was about. Mandy slid back as he began to twitch. He let out a moan of intense pain. She swallowed his offering, sucking him dry.
Mandy disengaged her hands, withdrew her mouth. The youngster collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut. Mandy came to her lover on all fours; Sandra leaned forward and kissed her. Their tongues darted in and out, sharing the flavor of the young man.
He groaned, gathered his clothing, and crawled to a chair. He dressed, rose on unsteady legs, and bowed as he had been instructed. "Thank you, dear lady, for sharing your lover with me." He stumbled to the elevator door, sagging inside. He'd have to teach his own girl that trick, he thought as the doors closed, it was better than anal.
Mandy crept back to the pillow like a cat, wiggling her welted bottom at Sandra on the couch. She then straightened up, sitting on her knees like a good subbie should. She batted her eyelashes demurely at the trio on the couch, eliciting laughter. The elevator gave a "bing" as it arrived at the penthouse with a new offering.
The second man was not much larger than Jerome. Pitch black hair and oriental features on a solid build. He bowed to the three on the couch, then removed his shirt and slacks, revealing a toned body covered with tattoos and piercings. He moved forward, offering his erect, pierced member to Mandy.
She took it gladly, tripping her tongue over the barbell and rings along his shaft. She could imagine how it would feel in her cunny; a small tremor passed through her body as she worked her mouth around him. Her fingers explored his ass; he relaxed, allowing her to slip a finger inside and massage the prostate. He didn't explode, just gave a little moan and rocked harder back and forth. She worked a different tack, tonguing the tip of his erection. He began to shake.
She bit down on him; he squealed and began to spurt like a fire hose. His orgasm set Mandy off; she was in tune with his elation, dripping juices on her thighs. He finished with a heavy sigh. "A shame you play for the other team, dear girl." He bowed to the three on the couch. "I am envious; thank you for sharing your fiery lover with me."
Sandra giggled, rose, and came up to him, hand falling on his still semi-erect member. She whispered something in his ear, kissed him, and returned to the couch.
He smiled, bowed lower this time, and gathered his clothing. He was dressed by the time he reached the elevator, his tattoos and piercings hidden, just another normal man as the elevator took him away.
Sandra sat back on the couch, a smug grin on her face. Mandy crept over to share another kiss. As they broke apart, Mandy whispered, "I liked him, Mistress. May I find him to feel him inside me?" Sandra laughed.
"Don't worry, lover." She blushed red, giggling, "He's coming to the New Year's party." Mandy crept back to her cushion, her sex afire with thoughts of those piercings rubbing inside her. She had to sit on her hands to keep them away from other parts.
The elevator arrived, bringing another man to her. He was slender, fair. His hair matched her red exactly. He dropped his jeans and shirt casually on his way in; facing the three on the couch he gave a courtier's bow. "I have arrived as appointed, dear lady." His voice was lilting, a heavy Irish accent flavoring the words. "Fire for fire, as they say." He settled in, his wide manhood settling in front of Mandy's face.
Mandy took him differently, almost coyly. The patch of red hair above his hardness could have been her own; it was like playing with a male version of herself. She played with the tip, swirling it about. She took her time, torturously licking and stroking the hard member in front of her. Ten minutes later he was lathered in sweat; she was dripping with desire. He began to twitch and shake. Her mouth waited patiently until he was done, taking everything he had to give. She'd not used her hands at all; only her mouth had touched him.
He cut a wobbly version of his original bow, "Should you ever be in the isles, ladies, 'twould be my pleasure to entertain you both." His legs threatened to buckle on his way out; force of will kept him on his feet. He gathered his clothing, starting to pull on his pants as the elevator doors closed.
Mandy crawled over again, sharing the wealth of her gains with both Sandra and Rebekka. Sandra said what all had thought, "It looked like you were giving head to a male Mandy!" Giggles spread, along with talk of Ireland, and possibly finding a match for the other two girls and a female match for Jerome. Mandy crept back to her pillow, continuing the talk.
The elevator gave another "bing"; Mandy gasped in surprise as the old biker, Mike, who'd pierced her, walked in the door. His leather vest was set on the chair by the doorway; he removed his jeans and turned back to the small audience. Mandy let out a gasp; Sandra and Rebekka were silent. Jerome let out a small laugh, "Hey, foot-long, how goes?" Mike was huge, with ponderous balls below his length.
"I am here as bid, dear lady, to provide for the betterment of thine servant." He gave a bow totally incongruous with the grey pony-tail, slight beer gut, and biker tattoos. He moved forward, his member swaying from side to side. Mandy took him in her hands, struggling to get even half into her mouth. She worked hard; his flavor was different. She tasted a woman on his flesh, as if he'd come from a sex session. She stroked with one hand, played with his balls with the other. It took a long while before he gave a grunt and began filling her willing mouth with his ejaculate.
"That was well done, my dear." His hands petted her hair softly. "Are your piercings still making you happy?" She swallowed suddenly, preparing to speak.
"Yes, sir. They are divine." She blushed, finding it strange to speak while she still held his semi-rigid length in her hands.
He turned to the three on the couch, "I see you've fallen into worse company, dear girls." He winked at Jerome. "That one seduced two of my daughters and one of my sons with his wily words and black trouser snake." Jerome started laughing at the accusation.
"It cannot be helped that they wanted to try something different, you old bear. It isn't as if any of them hadn't decided what they desired before I came along."
