8. The Milky Way (part 2)
Callie and Jess were separated from me. Not forcefully, but it was almost ritualistic, hands and wrists, a few precious kisses, then Sati led me to the other suite, which was now Taylor's, and there were Kelsey and Stu on their knees, eyes downcast, nude except for Kelsey's glossy black fishnet crotchless hose, and there was Taylor, waiting. For me. And when had anyone waiting for me looked so good?
Was this actually Taylor? Just a week ago she was so sweet, craving nothing more than to be in bondage with a hard cock inside her, the bigger the better, blindfolded and gagged, and I'd helped Sati with the beginning of her transformation, but ...
She was almost nude, thin strappy strips of leather around her ample breasts, joined by golden rings wherever they came together, lifting and accentuating like a bra but without any actual fabric, covering nothing, matching her strappy black leather and golden heels. A thin gold body chain from over her shoulders and down her front and splitting to embrace her belly and waist and coming up loosely from around her legs and ... gems, linked into or dangling from that chain. So much smaller than me even in those heels, but positively glowing with sublime confidence and power.
One gem between her breasts. That was really hard to look away from, as riveting as the ripe fullness it dangled between. Another in her navel, actually fluorescing. She was a belly dancer now? Was I completely out of my depth? Did I even know the meaning of the word "depth"? Short answers: Yes, probably, and probably not, which might've been a good thing. Another jewel dangling from her belly chain, right in front of her pussy. She twirled to let me see another just below her tailbone, all of them the color of her lip gloss and nails and earrings, and turned back to say
"Kelsey, take him," and this was a bit confusing for my fuddled self but I realized that Taylor was directing Stuart, who wore a rather elaborate cock ring and now Kelsey had a strapon in hand and Stu gave me a look that I was pretty sure was pleading and he must've already been lubed and prepared because a minute later Kelsey was all the way inside him from behind and he was surrendering because that was what he'd been conditioned to do and Taylor said
"Bob, eyes on me," and it was not a request. "You are going down," she said, and yes it was a challenge and yes it was pre, um, sumptuous, but there she was in front of me, a feast for all senses, all curves and fascinating interweaving sights and scents and motion and such a soft commanding voice and my eyelids were fluttering a little and she smiled.
Something dangled from her hand. It was a crystal the same color as the gems adorning her perfectly luscious body and her fingernails and toenails and lip gloss and earrings. Pale rosy pink, pearlescent.
"That's right, gaze deep into my crystal," she said, swaying with it gently before me, and I was, though I wouldn't be looking long, because there were so many more wonderful things so near, and she said
"Follow it," and that's exactly what I was doing, and
"So deep," and it was swinging slowly now, and my eyes were following, and I knew what sights there were to see so near, and I was just about to look at them again but she said
"Down boy," and that was a disconcerting thing to hear with my eyes on her swinging crystal and knowing how much more there was to see so near her swinging crystal that she wanted me to watch and which I was watching because she asked me to because she wanted me to because I was
"Yes," she said, and time seemed to slow down.
"Deeper," she said, her lovely hands on her wonderful breasts now, and I could feel my world tilt. A slope, a kinda actually slippery slope, and I was starting to slip, and
"Yes," she said, and I started to slide, and, and ...
I didn't want to slide. I knew where I belonged, or at least one or two or three or even possibly four parts of me wanted to belong and I looked up into her eyes and she was smiling and she said
"Good boy," and she was happy to see me resisting and that was really hard because every part of me enjoyed hearing her say that to me, about me, and yes of course I was fucking hard but then when wasn't I, and my eyelids fluttered more before opening and looking up at her and her smile was even broader and she said
"Good boy," and damn that felt really fucking good to hear her say and she said
"Eyes all the way open, what do you really want to look at right now?"
And that was actually a really HARD fucking question, because there were half a dozen things I really wanted to look at right then but it was a leading question because she was at that very moment jiggling her beautiful breasts at me.
OK, I've seen some really great breasts this year. I love(d?) Joanna's and Sati's owned me, and Mari's fucking destroyed me, and I love every single thing about Callie and Jess and maybe I was starting to reconsider Dani, and fuck Nancy, fuck her and her pimp and fuck wherever my mind had fled because it maybe might be an actually good place to fuck, that much power, that much ...
Taylor had really great breasts. Really really great breasts. Adorned, decorated, irresistible. She said "Good boy," as my eyes refocused on her, Sati just behind.
"Good boy," Taylor said again, smiling, not quite but almost triumphant. Oh girl, you have no idea.
Yes, I was staring enthralled at Taylor's wonderful breasts.
"You are such a good boy," she said, and yes, yes I was, and Sati was sitting on a chair behind Taylor, because, truly, Taylor didn't need any help, but she was just getting started.
"You are on your knees," she said, and I wasn't going to do that because I didn't do that when she wanted me to do that before but she was smiling and asked, softly, a little extra emphasis after each word
"Did you really think you had a choice?"
And yes of course I did because here I was staring up at Taylor's beautiful breasts in her beautiful hands and the gem swaying between them that I followed every moment of and Taylor's smile was widening and I was, what was the word again ... fuddled?
'Yes, that's just the right word' I thought to myself, on my knees, looking up at Taylor.
"Gooooood boy," she said, and her approval resonated through my entire body, exactly what I most wanted to hear. "You are such ... a ... good ... boy."
Everything around me was going quiet as my self gradually became aware of what Taylor had done to me so easily, it was just me and Taylor and Taylor's beautiful eyes, her voice, her hands and breasts, erect nipples squeezed between beautiful fingers and the beautiful gem hanging between them, and she was saying something and my eyes were closing, and
Some indeterminate time later, Taylor said "Wake now," and my woefully insufficient memory heard echoes of the numbers I'd just been reciting, that I'd been counting up, and Taylor was rotating her center just like that belly dancer I'd wondered if she might've become, and there was a fucking gem in her navel, and I was nude and my eyes were locked on as tight as anything in my life has ever been locked before, and of course she said
"Good boy," and this was honest to goddess rocking my whole world. Taylor had a pale rosy pink fluorescent pearlescent or even opalescent gem in her navel, and it was rotating in my vision, rotated by a taut soft feminine belly and shapely soft hips and legs and ... fuck, because really there was nothing else to look at until it was time for my eyes to close again because I was so sleepy and everything about her was so beautiful and everything she said was so right there was this voice that sounded like mine counting up again and then my eyes opened, and now I was gazing into the most beautiful pink pussy I'd ever seen in my life, another pale rosy pink gem swinging in front of it, making one or the other harder to focus on, but front vision and back vision, they were a fugue that I needed to see through somehow and Taylor was speaking more words and I fucking loved the sound of her voice and I was saying something she wanted me to say in reply and I fucking loved ... loved
My eyes opened. I was looking at Taylor's ass. Damn all, she had a fucking beautiful ass. And oh shit I was as hard as could be and her ass looked all that more ... fuckable, but the real prize was not much further away, her ... oh, shit, her ...
There was another gem swaying over Taylor's ass. Pale. Pink. Rosy. Shimmering like the pale rosy pink fingernails of her lovely hands spread over her pale pink rosy cheeks, exposing more of her nether cleft, her rosebud, her
Just like her lips, her ... what was it? I felt like I should be able to remember the name for it but I couldn't, her ...
Kitten?
A wave of pleasure coursed through me. I was on my knees, in front of the sexiest woman in the world, in front of the two sexiest women in the world, and I couldn't remember the word for ...
"You know," Taylor said to me, " I am the best lay on the planet." And it wasn't a question, nor was it a statement, exactly, but it certainly made my cock surge.
"You know," Taylor said to me, "that thing we did the other night was really good for you." And that was a thing for my fuddled self to struggle to remember because
"You know ..." Taylor said to me, and I was just starting to recall that she'd been there with her silicone cock that was somehow tied to my actual, throbbing, enthralled ... self ... was that the right word? ('Yes it is' said a part of me.)
I was staring at Taylor's ass. Damn all, she had such a beautiful ass. And it could do more to me or to anyone than any part of me was ready to fathom. But here I was, getting closer.
"Mmmmmmm," she hummed, knowing She was just getting started.
A few sounds from outside our shared awareness began to intrude. Stuart, penetrated. Kelsey, penetrating. Stuart, in ecstatic agony. Kelsey cumming, again. It was a distraction, so I tuned it out. Again. (?)
'Fathom'. Six feet. What the hell? Why would I think in terms of height as if height were power, mine or hers, as if it made a difference? Except for her fucking sexy heels, which certainly did make a difference, because right here right now her right, her power was being exercised. On me, whether for or against I could not know, but definitely on me.
I was looking up at Taylor's ... kitten ... a wave of pleasure coursing through me, so close to my lips, my tongue, and if only she permitted it I would enter her with one or the other or preferably with something bigger, my self, but ...