Life Outside the Elysium

This is another chapter in Part 2 of a series that began with Life in the Elysium, which you can find here -

https://www.literotica.com/series/se/494113320

. I strongly suggest you read the first series before starting this one. For those who just skip to the sex scenes, there will be no issue if you pick up here, but if you want to understand and enjoy the plot more fully, please take some time to read the series, as it will make more sense.

Be aware, this series includes a variety of adult situations, including bisexuality, interracial sex, light incest, group sex and other taboo subjects that not everybody may be into. If any of these subjects bother you, there's an entire site here filled with things you may prefer more. In any event, thanks for reading!

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I awoke to the sounds of slapping, moaning, and buzzing on Saturday morning. I was totally relaxed, after a night in a bed I could fit in, one that reminded me of my bed in the Elysium. It had refreshed me far more than any amount of sleep could have in my dorm room. It hadn't hurt that I'd been sandwiched between two lovely women. The women, however, were gone and I was alone, swimming in the enormous bed.

Light streamed through the windows in beams that lit up the entire room, and as I shook off the dregs of sleep, I could see dust motes floating in the air. The room looked completely different in the light of day, the bondage furniture far less forbidding. The heart shaped bed filled most of the room, with the second largest piece of furniture being the St. Andrew's Cross in the corner across from the bed. The cross was large, made of steel with leather padding and four furry manacles for arms and legs, one manacle attached at each point of the cross.

Each of those manacles was now attached to a lovely, pale limb. The cross was at an angle, maybe forty-five degrees, and I hadn't noticed last night that the angle of the cross could be changed, and it could be rotated from a full ninety degrees to almost horizontal. That made sense to me, given that Maggie wasn't the tallest of women, and she'd want to be able to load someone on it while it was horizontal before hauling them upright. I noticed some switches on the wall, and it looked like the cross was motorized, which would also be a big help for someone Maggie's size.

I wondered what it would look like, Maggie in her full dominatrix gear, with a man or woman strapped to that cross. If it was half as hot as the scene in front of me, I could understand why Maggie did it.

Maggie was fully nude, her arms locked above her head, and her legs locked in the straps below. She had a bit gag in her mouth that only allowed her to moan, her teeth clamping down as she was tormented.

Her tormenter was my girlfriend, Avery. Avery looked absurdly tall, completely nude except for her high heels, which made her almost my height, and the large, black strap on dildo she had worn during our play last night. It stuck out obscenely from her crotch like a divining rod, searching out the wetness of Maggie's pussy.

In her left hand she held what appeared to be a riding crop, and in her right was a battery powered wand vibrator. She was holding the wand firmly on Maggie's clit. Maggie was writhing, in pleasure or agony, I couldn't tell, but her eyes were closed, and she was straining against her restraints. Avery said nothing, just looked at her and continued her ministrations.

Avery was a natural domme. I had never seen anything like her, but I had never been a BDSM porn aficionado. Avery, I knew, had watched just about everything legal to watch, so she'd probably seen far more of this and could emulate what she'd seen. I knew this was not something she'd done before in real life, unless she'd been lying to me this whole time about her experience level, which I knew for certain she hadn't. She leaned in and whispered something to Maggie that sent Maggie pulling and moaning against the straps.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Three quick slaps of the riding crop, in quick succession, one on each nipple and one on her stomach, and Maggie pulled hard on the manacles, her eyes flying open. A bit of drool from the bit gag dripped down her chin and started to pool in the small crevice at the base of her neck that appeared every time she struggled. Maggie was bucking and moaning so hard, her eyes started to roll up into her head and it appeared she'd had an orgasm.

I sat up in the bed, pulling two pillows behind me for support and just watched, fascinated. Maggie could see that I was awake, but Avery hadn't yet noticed, being so taken up with disciplining Maggie. Maggie was breathing heavily, her ample, augmented tits heaving.

Avery pulled the wand vibrator away from Maggie's clit, turned and noticed me for the first time. Her face had been pulled into a cruel sneer, but as soon as she saw me, she beamed a broad smile my way and blew me a kiss. She dropped the vibrator and the riding crop on the edge of the bed and turned around.

The cross kept Maggie's legs spread, and the angle was just enough that, because of how tall Avery was, she could work that massive black dildo up into Maggie's vagina. Avery turned back towards Maggie, and slowly walked up to her, letting Maggie's eyes drop to the dildo weaving back and forth with each step Avery took.

"You want this, don't you?" Avery asked her softly. "You've been staring at my big black cock this entire time. Even when I told you that you'd be punished if you opened your eyes," she said. There was a note of steel in her voice I hadn't heard before. She WAS really good at this. "I was going to lube this cock of mine up, but I don't think you deserve it now."

Maggie's eyes widened, and she started moaning something, but the bit gag made it impossible for her to be understood. She started to shy away, trying to close her legs, but the manacles kept them spread. Avery got closer and closer, and soon the head of that fat fake cock was nestled right in between Maggie's labia, right at her vaginal opening.

"Now, I could go in dry and tear you to pieces," Avery said. "But I like you. I'll make it just a little bit easier on you," she added. "Just remember what we talked about this morning, Maggie. If you forget, well... no lube next time," she added. Avery leaned over and dribbled a long streamer of spit onto the end of the dildo, making the tip shine with saliva. After much of the cockhead was coated, she slid it slowly but steadily right into Maggie. Maggie's eyes rolled up into her head again, and she shuddered, her legs shaking as the massive fat cock filled her completely.

Avery worked it in all the way and then withdrew it completely. Maggie's juices had coated the entire thing, making it slide easier the second time Avery impaled her with the dildo. Slowly, building up speed, Avery began to fuck her with the fake cock. She was much steadier than she was last night. It appeared she'd learned quickly, and it also looked like she'd had time to fit the harness better than we did last night so that it didn't move.

The image was surreal. My gorgeous, tall, beautifully busty girlfriend, with her long curly black hair sweeping down behind her, her tight ass muscles clenching with each thrust, as she pushed that dildo deep inside little Maggie. Maggie, her pale white skin contrasting with Avery's light brown, her dark black pussy hair matted with sweat and saliva as the dildo slid in and out of her pussy, her large breasts, far larger than her frame should have carried, her long neck and short hair, the muscles in her neck straining as she thrashed left and right.

The best part was I had multiple angles to watch the show from. I could look directly at them from where I was positioned on the bed. The mirrors on the wall surrounding the St. Andrew's Cross gave me a reverse view that let me see what Avery was doing, and I had a great view of Maggie from the top down by looking in the mirror on the ceiling. I could see every heave of their bodies, every thrust of the dildo, every jiggle of Avery and Maggie's boobs as they worked each other over.

Maggie appeared to have another orgasm as Avery was fucking her, and she was turning redder and redder. Avery noticed, and I think she realized she had pushed Maggie about as far as she could go. She started to slow down the fucking and finally, she slid the dildo out of Maggie's abused vagina for the last time. Maggie stopped bucking, her muscles going slack as she rested on the padding of the cross. Avery moved around her, up closer to her head and leaned over, dangling her breasts near Maggie's face. Avery undid the bit gag from Maggie's mouth and dropped it on the bed. She turned back around, aiming her nipples at Maggie's mouth. Maggie's tongue slithered out and began to lick Avery's tits and she rubbed them in Maggie's face. She managed to grapple one of Avery's nipples with her mouth, latching on and sucking, and it was Avery's turn to moan. Eventually Avery stood up and pulled her breasts away from Maggie.

Maggie smiled slightly, and then Avery reached in, brushing the sweat matted hair off Maggie's forehead, giving her a loving kiss. Of all the things I'd seen so far that morning, this was, by far, the most erotic.

My cock was completely hard as a rock at this point. Avery left Maggie tied to the cross and quickly came over to the side of the bed. With two quick snaps she had pulled off the harness and dropped both it and the dildo onto the nightstand next to the bed. She picked the bit gag up off the bed and deposited it next to the dildo. Then she stepped out of her high heels and climbed up onto the bed. She made sure that Maggie had a full view of everything she was doing.

She pulled the covers that had been covering my legs off, and I was completely naked now, sitting up, looking at her. She leaned in and gave me a big, long kiss, her tits hanging down, rubbing against my chest, her hair tickling me where it met my bare skin. She broke off the kiss, and then took my cock into her mouth, loading my dick up with saliva. After maybe four or five seconds of lathering my cock with her tongue, she pulled off, turned around and then slid her pussy down on my me dick, reverse cowgirl.

She was on her knees, straddling me. She whipped her hair back, slapping me in the face with it, but getting it behind her so that Maggie, staring at us from the cross, could see her entire body, boobs and pussy with my cock sliding in and out as she started to push up and down with her legs, riding me.

The sounds of our coupling filled the room, and I could hear Avery start to moan. She started fucking me harder and faster, and I felt her muscles start clenching at me, as she came. I had a great view of her from behind, and I could see an even better view reflected in the mirrors on the wall and ceiling, giving me an almost three sixty-degree view of us going at it. Her tits were bouncing deliciously as she rode my cock, and I could see Maggie's eyes start to narrow, a smile on her face as she realized Avery had just had an orgasm.

Avery's speed stayed steady, but the views I was watching, coupled with the show Avery put on as I was waking up had me near the edge already. A few more minutes of fucking and my cock couldn't take it anymore. I felt my toes curl, and I grunted, my cock swelling ever so slightly as my orgasm came crashing up from my balls through the rest of my body. I started to squirt, and Avery didn't pull out this time, my cum coating her insides as spurt after spurt went straight up into her pussy. She started moaning even louder as she felt me come, and after the last spurt hit her, she sat down heavily on my cock and stopped moving, breathing heavily.

Eventually, she pulled up off me, and I could see a stream of cum drip from her pussy onto the bed. She crawled over and nestled herself under my arm, as we both lay there in our post-coital bliss. Maggie smiled at us, and we both smiled back at her.

A nagging voice in the back of my head told me I needed to ask Avery if she was on birth control. I had rarely come inside her while we'd been fucking, but today it seemed front of mind. I couldn't imagine that she wasn't, but she wasn't that sexually experienced so maybe she had forgotten. I didn't let this spoil the morning, though.

After a few moments, I got up, and Avery and I released Maggie from her bonds, and we each gave her a warm kiss. Maggie went to get a shower, and Avery joined me on the bed with a small smile on her face. She looked like the cat who got the cream. "That didn't bother you, did it?"

"No, babe," I told her, incredulous. Why would that bother me? It was hot as hell. "You have carte blanche, at least when it comes to women. I'm so happy to see you blossoming sexually. You deserve to be happy," I told her. She leaned in and kissed me. I heard the shower turn on, and Avery turned my head with a finger to look at her.

"You make me happy," she said.

"Ditto," I grinned at her.

I heard a buzzing sound and realized that my phone was ringing. It was Nyla. I grabbed the phone out of my pants on the floor and answered it.

"This is Jack," I said.

"Boy, what are you doing tomorrow?" Nyla's voice came through the phone loud and clear. No 'Hello,' no 'how are you,' just straight to business. Anybody else would have annoyed me, but I had a soft spot for Nyla, and I'd honestly been missing her. I hit the button for the speaker phone, and showed Avery my phone so she could see who it was.

"Avery's here, I've got you on speaker. What's tomorrow? Sunday? Nothing. Too early in the semester for much homework, and no sports, so I'm free. What's up?"

"We are getting close to being ready to launch the website, but I need a couple of scenes with you and the other big stars before I will feel comfortable launching. You game for a couple of scenes?"

I looked at Avery and she gave me a thumbs up.

"Avery says we're good to go. How exactly can we do this, since you're in Vegas and I'm in DC?"

"Boy, you already forgot we got a jet now? We're coming to you. And Claire told me you've got a massive apartment that's completely empty, so we'll have space to film. Just get your ass there, and we'll be good to go. It's gonna be good seeing you," she added.

"You too, Nyla. I've honestly missed you, as amazing as that sounds," I said, a smile on my face. I could almost hear her eyes roll.

"Save it, boy. Avery, you better save it too -- I need him in fighting trim tomorrow, so no fucking until after I get him tomorrow, got it?"

"You're in luck, Nyla! Jack's only been watching today," Avery said, laughing. "I'll keep him celibate for at least twenty-four hours," she added.

"This is going to be rough," I said. "A whole twenty-four hours, this is going to be a new experience for me."

"I promise to make it worth it. Okay, boy, we gotta get our shit together. We'll see you at Avery's new apartment tomorrow afternoon," she said. She then hung up, before I could say anything else.

"Your new apartment?" I looked at Avery. "I thought you guys hadn't settled on one." She shrugged at me.

"Surprise?" she said. "Claire and I signed the paperwork yesterday afternoon. Just waiting on the furniture. I think you'll like it," she added.

"As long as you're there, I'll be happy with anything," I said, truthfully. I couldn't care less where she was moving, as long as there was a space for me in her bed. I leaned over and kissed her.

Maggie came out of the bathroom toweling off her hair. "You two are welcome here anytime," she said. "And, of course, please do me a favor and not talk about this to anybody. I don't need the admins knowing my side job nor do I need a parade of horny students in the club."

"Your secret is safe with us," I told her.

Avery got up and gave her a kiss and whispered something in her ear. Maggie looked at her and nodded. Avery and I took advantage of Maggie's hospitality for another half an hour, grabbing a shower together, and then we headed back to campus.

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Vex Romano sat in his office atop the Empire Luxe. It was early Sunday afternoon. After attending church with his family, he'd retired to his office to get some peace and quiet. He sat at his desk, reviewing documents, looking at reports from across his empire. The sun was behind him, shining down on the desk and framing him in a halo of light.

When he'd designed this office, which looked quite a bit like the Oval Office in the White House, he had specifically wanted a trio of large windows behind him. In the morning, the sun poured down on the city and he had a magnificent view, if he cared to look out, which he seldom did. In the afternoon, when he liked to hold meetings, the sun would shine into his office as it traveled west, directly in the eyes of anybody sitting in the two chairs, left and right in front of him, or in the love seats facing each other in the center of the room. They'd have to squint, while he could look at them without them being able to meet his eyes. It was a subtle power move, one he took particular pleasure from. He got great satisfaction knowing he had ordered his engineers to orient the entire hotel so that it faced east, just so he could have windows behind him that projected the sun in the afternoon into his most private of spaces. Those three windows, behind his desk, were the only windows in the office.

Vex Romano understood power. Both the active, obvious use of it -- hiring, firing, building, buying, bullying and the like -- and the subtle, symbolic use of it. No one would mistake his office for the real thing, but a hundred years of presidents in their round rooms behind their massive desks, with logoed carpets and white walls and flags and portraits and busts and model ships had conditioned a feeling of awe in the average person when they sat down in a room like this. It had a subliminal effect on people, and that's exactly what he wanted. He may not be the most powerful man in the world, but he was the most powerful man in this city, and he expected people to know it.

He didn't need to work on a Sunday. It was a day of rest in his faith but Vex had always found work was his favorite form of relaxation. That and a fresh pot of tea. He had his own blend, strong and dark with a hint of citrus, and his staff knew that when he headed to his office on a Sunday afternoon, his tea had better be ready, piping hot. It sat on a salver on a sideboard in front of a built-in bookcase topped by a clamshell relief. He had poured himself a cup in an elegant crystal cut tea glass with a filigreed gold holder, bearing the two headed eagle of the Russian Federation. Normally, he'd have used a standard teacup, but he expected guests this afternoon, and he thought he'd show off a bit for them.

His desk had no computer, as he had no time for them. Anything he read was on paper. His reading glasses, perched on his nose, were his only concession to age. Paper could be touched, felt, destroyed. He distrusted electronics, especially for private communications like email, which he felt was impersonal and too easily intercepted. He knew how easily email interception was, because of how often his security staff gave him briefings filled with intercepted emails from his competitors. They made his life so much easier, and he did not intend to return the favor.

Romano took a sip of tea. There was a knock on the office door, and it opened, thick and designed to almost disappear into the wall when closed. Knox Reilly, his chief of staff, came in, holding a sheaf of papers.

"Is it confirmed?" Vex asked, not looking up from the report in his hand. He had been waiting for Knox for the last twenty minutes.

"We've got the terms of the deal, along with a draft contract," Knox said, entering the room. He crossed to Romano's desk and handed Vex the papers. "There's a summary on the top page. Chesterfield gave Sinclair very generous terms," he added.