Chapter 5: Cerise
There was a small hallway at the bottom of the stairs; following the voices I turned right and went to the door at the end of the hall. It opened onto a sort of...playground for sex. There were several padded leather tables, couches, wooden horses, even a Sybian riding machine on a raised carpeted platform. I recognized most of the toys and implements (dildos, cuffs, whips), but some objects left me clueless.
A cry came from one corner of the room, and I recognized the girl who had been suspended from the ceiling when I first arrived at the orgy. She was even more beautiful close up—dark brown skin gleamed in the light, as though she'd been oiled up; her long, caramel-colored hair lay in a puddle around her. Her eyes were closed, and her full lips were shaped into a perfect O of pleasure—or pain.
Like the first time I'd seen her, she was trussed up in an intricate harness of red rope, but instead of being hoisted in midair, she was stretched out on antable, her wrists and ankles cuffed to a long spreader bar that left all of her holes easily accessible. Svetsi was busy eating her out, while Dev and Oksana were dripping melted wax onto her nipples. They'd synchronized it perfectly—every time the wax hit her skin, Svetsi would suck on her clit, hard, making her cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
All three were already naked, so I stripped out of my clothes as quickly as I could, then joined them at the table. "Mike, this lovely lady is Cerise. Yesterday was her birthday, so we're having a little celebration tonight," Dev said, drizzling on more of the wax and eliciting another cry. "We were just getting her warmed up; we're gonna start on her pussy next. You want to get a taste of her first? Her safe word is
hyacinth
."
Did I ever. Svetsi scooted out of the way and went to the head of the table, where she knelt and went to work first between Oksana's legs then Dev's.
(Suspicions confirmed!)
I lightly ran my hands up the backs of Cerise's thighs, making her shiver. Even bound as she was, I could tell that she was built similarly to Oksana, if somewhat taller—long legs and a firm, round ass just made to be split in half by a cock.
I turned my attention to her pussy and found it to be equally delightful. The dark, warm chocolate of her labia shaded inward to a delicate, dusky pink, and because she was already wet from Svetsi's mouthwork, she fairly glistened. It occurred to me as I bent my head to take a taste that not only did she resemble a flower, she had a sweet, flowerlike scent that had my mouth watering.
Nor was I disappointed when I buried my tongue in her. "Jesus!" I exclaimed. "She tastes—"
"Delicious, yes?" Svetsi took her mouth off Dev's cock long enough to answer. "Fireweed honey, very sweet. I use in desserts, sometimes." She paused to flick her tongue over the head. "And now I use in her."
Cerise was mewling and trying to move her hips against my mouth, but Oksana roughly pinched one of her nipples. "No cumming!" she said sharply. "Pain sluts don't get to cum."
"Should I stop?" I asked in between flicks on her hard, swollen clit. "She looks like she's ready."
"Nah, give her a little more," Dev said. Eagerly I dove back in, expanding my explorations to her now-quivering asshole. I hummed in appreciation as I discovered that Svetsi hadn't neglected this area either. Her sphincter was tight and resisted my tongue's attempts at deeper probing, and I knew she would feel amazing clamped around me.
Sinking two fingers in her cunt to coat them, I managed to get one, then the other into her tight anus, fascinated by the contrast of my pale skin working in and out of her darkness. Cerise grunted at the invasion, but my tongue fluttering over her clit turned her sounds into moans of pleasure.
I looked up to where Dev was enjoying the attentions of both his wife and Svetsi. "Can we fuck all her holes?" I asked. I didn't know much about the whole BDSM thing, but I did know that there were pre-set rules about what you could and couldn't do with a sub.
"Oh, yeah," he panted. "Everything...open for business."
"Awesome," I said, climbing up on the table. "Okay if I fuck her ass while you wax her pussy?"
Dev chuckled. "A real ass man, huh? Be my guest."
"Can't help it," I said as Svetsi helpfully lubed me up. "Not on the regular menu, so when beautiful asses come around, attached to beautiful ladies like these, hell yeah." I pulled Cerise into my lap and wedged my cockhead against her pucker. "Besides," I said as I pushed through her tight ring, making her cry out, "She looks
good
with me in her ass."
Slowly I worked her up and down on my shaft, reveling in the tightness around me, until I was fully sheathed. She was still moaning, so I gave her clit a light slap. "You know you like this," I said softly. "Dick buried in your ass, pussy wide open—when we pour the wax on you, is that gonna make you cum?" She made an inarticulate little sound, so I gave her another, harder smack. "Yes or no...you want to cum from hot wax on your clit?"
"
Fuck
...yes, please," she gasped.
Dev busied himself fucking Cerise's throat while the two ladies took turns delicately teasing her clit, getting her as close to the edge as they could. I had been doing my best to ignore it, but all of the squirming was making me aware of the plug still in my ass, hitting all the spots guaranteed to send me into overdrive.
"
Shit
," I groaned, trying to hold myself together. As I had with Oksana that first night, I wanted to feel Cerise's orgasm squeezing her muscles even harder around my cock, pushing me over the edge into my own release.
Fortunately those two Czech ladies knew what they were about. At their signal, Dev pulled out of Cerise's mouth and handed them the two candles, and I spread her pussy lips as far apart as I could, exposing the swollen nub. Together they let the twin streams of red wax cascade onto her clit.
Her scream echoed throughout the room as her climax burst through her in what must have been exquisitely painful waves. I thrust myself as deep as I could as her sphincter contracted and her hips bucked wildly, threatening to evict me from her snug little hole.
That was all my overstimulated body could take, and I could feel the already red hot pleasure intensifying, until after one last moment of frenzied thrusting, it hit me, knocking the wind out of me in a harsh grunt, leaving me drained and exhausted.
I collapsed onto my back, Cerise still on top of me, and tried to catch my breath. Vaguely I was aware that someone had gently removed Oksana's plug from me and that I was starting to soften and would soon slip out of Cerise's ass, but for the moment I was content to hold the still-shuddering girl and breathe in the scent of her. "Fuck," I murmured, "I could die a happy man right now."
"Th-thank you, sir," she whispered, her voice raw and shaky.
Eventually Oksana and Svetsi uncuffed Cerise and laid her out on another table, cleaning her up and massaging the circulation back into her shoulders and hips and legs. Dev and I watched as they worked their magic. "So is she one of Mister J's or...?" I asked, trying to get a feel for our companion. She seemed almost
too
beautiful to be a hooker, no matter how high class, with a face and a sleekly toned body that could give Naomi Campbell a run for her money.
"No, she's one of the regulars," Dev said. "Owns a ballet studio. Her fiancé has no idea she's into this—he thinks she's at some student recital or something." He chuckled to himself, then gestured to where Svetsi and Oksana were locking her wrists into cuffs which they secured above her head on a hook dangling from the ceiling. "
