Chapter 13 : Cecilia

The double doors open before I even reach them. "Oh my kitten, you look ravishing!" Cecilia smiles, arms welcoming me to her. Her long, voluminous hair swishes as she moves.

"Stop," I laugh, as we embrace. She kisses both of my cheeks. Her looped earrings bump my nose as she does. She feels warm to the touch.

We uncouple, and she takes the chance to look me up and down. "But why?" She smirks at me. "It's true. Look at you!"

She scoops up a few locks of my hair. "It's grown since we last met."

She gazes down at my chest. "As have other things!" Her eyes flash, expressing hunger. "I can't wait to see more."

"May I come in first?" I chuckle, shaking my head. "Or are we going to do it right here in the hallway?"

She laughs and obligingly steps back.

I walk into a staggering sight of a penthouse apartment. The first thing I see is an open, airy living space with panoramic windows from floor to ceiling. Blue skies dominate the view, with a strip of turquoise ocean peeking up from below. The floors, walls, and furniture are gleaming white. Pops of color punctuate the monochrome in the form of bright rugs, animal print throw pillows, neon orange stools at the kitchen island, and vivid paintings of female dancers and farmers. There's a large fireplace that divides the room. It's currently unlit due to the perfect temperature outside.

I marveled at the weather the moment I stepped out of the airport. It wasn't too hot or too cold. I couldn't even detect the feeling of temperature, it was that perfect. I had relied on Melissa to pack my suitcase and decide on my outfit, and she hit the bullseye. The sleeveless, white linen button down paired with the flowing spring-colored skirt feels like a flawless match for Miami.

***

"It's just for the weekend," Lily advised. "Cecilia has been pining for another session with you for weeks. She finally got impatient with your burgeoning schedule and put her foot down. You're going to fly out to be with her in Miami." She leaned back in the rolling chair at the head of the table in a classroom.

"I wasn't aware that we did house calls," I said. "Especially out of town." I remained standing, hoping to keep this short.

"We don't," Lily replied. "But a big patron gets whatever she wants when she decides to throw her weight around." She rocked her chair aggressively.

"What's expected of me?"

"Just your normal charming self," she said. I was trying to decide how much sarcasm was in that statement as she leaned forward. "She's just looking to wine and dine you. Just play along. Make her happy."

"So I'll be her trophy girlfriend," I said flatly.

Lily arched an eyebrow. "You don't like Ms. Cecilia?"

"It's not that." I wave my hand. "I haven't had to be on for this amount of time. I guess I'm just nervous."

Lily's expression softened. "Like I said: Just be yourself. You'll charm the pants off her again." I wonder if she meant that literally.

***

Mistress Cecilia gives me a tour of the rest of the penthouse. It's shocking how large the place is. I have my own spacious bedroom and private full bathroom. There are a few other doors that, I assume, lead to other bedrooms, but she doesn't bother to open them. Her master bedroom is the size of my old apartment. She has a California King for a bed, but it still seems tiny amidst the open space of the room.

We end out on the balcony, which is probably the most extraordinary aspect of the penthouse. There's enough space for a six person dining table, couches and chairs, and an actual pool and hot tub.

She notes my awestruck expression and chuckles. "Come. See," she beckons me to a glass railing.

Below is an expanse of beach, white and gleaming. The ocean is a serene patchwork of blue and turquoise. Puffs of whitecaps from the waves roll along. The distant sound of water crashing is like something out of a meditation app.

Between the beach and our building is a street that's bustling with restaurants and shops. I can see tiny people on the street, in swimwear and hats.

Cecilia pulls a few strands of hair away from her face. She leans contently against the railing. Her dress, covered in a green leaf pattern, whips in the wind. Her chunky, squared off sunglasses are dark, but don't fully conceal her eyes. I catch her sneaking glances at my body several times. We look out in silence. I listen for intermittent calls of seagulls.

"Wow," I say with a sigh, "you certainly live in style!"

She smiles and perches her sunglasses on top of her hair. "This is not my primary home. But it's nice to have when I'm here."

I look at her dumbfounded. This isn't even her only house. I try not to linger on imagining her wealth. I turn my attention to the clear sky, only just beginning to show the pink and orange hues of a sunset.

"So," she says, turning to me with penetrating eyes, "would you like to go down and have dinner?"

***

"Your daughter is at university? Studying what?" I ask, as I place my fork on the plate.

"Biological science," Mistress Cecilia replies.

"That's impressive."

Mistress Cecilia sighs. "She wants to save the world. She's an idealist. I really don't know where she gets that from. Certainly not me. Or her father."

"And your son?"

"Andres," she sighs again. "Now

he's

very much like his father. A little

too

confident in himself. He's in real estate. Mostly South America, but he's spending more time in Europe the past year or so. I saw him in Spain a few weeks ago."

"You were in Spain recently?"

"Madrid. Before that, Bogotá, Rio de Janeiro," she ticks off, "LA ... I didn't make it to Vegas for the Ball-- I hear you made a splash." She winks. "Mostly, I go where the wind takes me."

"You have quite a life," I say, admiringly. I'd known rich people in my past. But I didn't really believe that it was actually capable of having this tier of wealth until now.

She chuckles. "I suppose. I would love to say that I always keep a level head about it. But I catch myself fretting over ridiculous things. I try to remember that I didn't always have it this way. I came from very humble beginnings."

It's hard to imagine. Her aura is one of glamor and luxury. I try to picture her in her youth. She's still beautiful now, but in her prime ...

A waiter comes to clear the table. The restaurant's service has been immaculate. Judging from the decor and the quality of the food, this is quite upscale. Mistress Cecilia decided on the tasting menu for us, which was incredibly delectable. There were wine pairings for each dish. I refrained from eating or drinking too much. I want to keep my senses and not feel too bloated.

"Dessert?" she asks.

"Oh please, no," I hold up my hand. "I'm stuffed." She frowns teasingly, causing me to laugh. "I don't think you brought me all the way down here to put me in a food coma."

She laughs. "True. It's the last thing I had in mind."

"And what did you have in mind?" I ask, with a flicker of my eyebrow.

***

Cecilia presses me against the wall as soon as we enter her bedroom. She kisses me eagerly. "You have no idea," she says between kisses, "how long," more kissing, "I've been dying to taste you again."

I laugh breathlessly as she kisses my neck. "It must've been torture for you. Pent up like this."

She snickers. "Oh kitten. I've fucked so many since you."

I tilt my head at her, mildly amused.

"Several women. I even sought out a couple of trans women. But it's been the same as chasing a high. I can't match the feeling I had with you. You may have ruined other women for me."

"Ha! I don't know if I should be flattered."

She plants kisses all over my face and then my lips again. "Flattered?! Kitten, I should be angry at you."

I pull back in feigned shock. "Excuse me?"

"You, causing me to chase after you like some lovestruck little girl," she says through a wicked smile. "Never before in my life."

I laugh. "Well, now you have me."

"Now, I have you!" she says in a sultry tone. Her eyes flash.

"What do you want to do with me?"

"I'm glad you asked," she murmurs.

Mistress Cecilia pulls away. Our chests heave with intense breathing. She wipes her mouth with the back of her fingers. She backs towards the door. Without looking, she turns the handle and leans out. Turning to the side, she nods. She steps towards me again, and trailing her is another woman!

This new woman has platinum blonde hair, straight, and down just past her shoulders. She has on a lace, black, see-through slip. It's held up by thin shoulder straps, and extends down below her knees. I can clearly see her nipples, and that she has no panties on. Her skin is bronze except for tan lines, culminating with triangular spotlights on her breasts and pubic area. I note that she's shaved bare between her legs. On her feet are black strappy heels, with a tuft of fluffy feathers over the toes. The only other thing she's wearing is a black collar on her neck, with a large metal ring dangling in front. She eyes me wordlessly as she enters the room.

"I'd like you to meet my pet, Irina." Mistress Cecilia guides her towards me by her arm.

"This is the one I spoke of," Mistress Cecilia whispers to her. Irina's eyes fixate between my legs.

"Uh ... nice to meet you," I say shakily. I hadn't anticipated this. Irina slightly bows her head, but remains mute. I look to Mistress Cecilia for some sort of counsel.

"I found this lovely thing in Minsk." She strokes the new girl's hair. "A spunky artist who did the loveliest watercolor portraits."

I look at Irina, who shows no sign of spunk that I can tell.

Cecilia smirks at me. "But on to more pressing matters."

She takes my hand and leads me to the bed. Irina remains motionless. Cecilia calls out over her shoulder, "Come, pet!" Only then does Irina follow.

As we reach the edge of the bed, Cecilia begins unbuttoning my top. She turns to Irina and nods at my legs. Irina obeys by kneeling down and pulling off my skirt. I stand inert, stupefied by the situation. I'd grown too comfortable with my single Clients, almost too self-assured. I hadn't anticipated a different scenario on this trip. My mind brings up the memory of Matisse's dolls. That was off putting, yet undoubtedly erotic. I was also at a loss for what to do then.

This is slightly different from that. Irina looked human at least. In truth, she's beautiful. Her face is thin and angular. Her eyes are narrow and dip towards her nose, giving her an exotic look. She had a tiny button of a nose and succulent lips. She looks up at Mistress Cecilia, awaiting further instruction.

But Cecilia pays her no mind as she nudges me down onto the bed. She gracefully wiggles out of her dress-- she isn't wearing any bra or panties-- and crawls onto me. I dutifully reach back and undo my lace bra. Cecilia assists by grasping it in the middle and yanking it away from my breasts, liberating them. The smile on her face grows.

I look down at her exposed breasts. Her nipples! I had forgotten about her giant, protruding nipples. I've seen a lot of nipples recently. But something about the sight of Cecilia's stokes an added arousal.

I glance over at Irina, still kneeling, whose eyes are downcast. She isn't looking directly at us, but I can tell she's paying attention.

By now, Cecelia has moved on to my hiphugger panties. As I focus back onto her, she is already sliding them down my legs.

"Ahhhh," she exhales, "there it is!" My cock lays exposed, semi-erect.

"Oh, but you don't seem fully in the mood yet!" She tips her head over to Irina. "Perhaps she can help with that. Pet!" she calls out without looking.

With no hesitation, Irina springs into action. She strips off her gown and heels, climbs onto the bed, and stations herself next to my thigh. She stretches her neck over to my cock, and starts to give gentle licks with her tongue. The ring on her collar-- the only thing she still has on-- jangles lightly.

"Oh!" I let out, in shock.

Mistress Cecilia places her finger onto my chin and directs my face to hers. "Don't pay her any mind," she says tenderly. "She'll participate how she's needed."

Before I can process her words, she gives me a tug, rolling me on top of her body. Our breasts press together. She smiles, open mouthed. She lunges towards my mouth, kissing fervently.

Irina dutifully positions herself between our legs, and continues to lap at my cock. Quickly, the effect of them both have me turned on. My cock goes fully stiff. This emboldens Irina to take it into her mouth. I groan, the sound muffled as my lips are still locked onto Mistress Cecilia's.

A bloom of lust awakens within me, and I feel the need to taste Cecilia's tantalizing breasts. I travel downward along her body, leaving light kisses as I go. She sighs blissfully. I kiss lightly all over her breasts, avoiding her nipples. I twist my head to kiss the underside of her mounds. I finally make my way to a nipple, standing tall, and give it faint flicks with my tongue. It swells in response. I latch onto the elongated nub with my teeth and friskily give her a tiny bite. She tenses with a sharp hiss, but exhales with a chuckle.

I feel Irina seizing the head of my cock, her lips bearing down on the ridge. She gives a strong suction. My head jolts upward as pleasure rips through me. "Uuuuunngghhh!" I hear my mouth let out.

Cecilia snickers. "You're enjoying her now, yes?" I nod heartily.

Irina doesn't relent, sucking harder. My body locks up. I moan louder. Cecilia pounces, ramming her tongue into my open mouth. The two of them have their way with me. Cecilia's breasts collide against mine. Her hands continually searching for more flesh to grip. My cock pistons in and out of Irina's mouth. I ride out the sensations, unable and unwilling to tear myself free. The eroticism of the moment locks up my mind.

Finally, Cecilia releases my mouth. "I think we have her properly prepped, don't we, pet?" she asks, looking down between our legs.

I follow her eyeline to see Irina on her back, my cock resting on her cheek. Her hair is already mussed. Her face slick with her own saliva. Her expression, fully submissive. She looks unbelievably sexy. I want to feel her tongue on my cock more.

Mistress Cecilia adjusts her position, flipping over onto her stomach and squirming up onto all fours. She turns her head to me, her hair falling over her face.

"Fuck me from behind," she commands.

I comply, grabbing my cock and guiding myself into her waiting pussy. I look down, and observe Irina reaching up and rubbing Mistress Cecilia's clit with her thumb. Mistress Cecilia lets out a long groan, as if all the pent up energy within her is finally being unleashed. "Yesssss," she breathes. "Oooooohh yes!"

She starts swiveling her pelvis to compliment my thrusts. Waves of ecstasy reverberate through my genitals, radiating outwards to the rest of my body.

She's an expert at the movement. In comparison, my other Clients seem almost clumsy with their monotonous thrusting. Cecilia knows where to hone in on the most pleasurable spots. And how to seize upon them to induce mind-blowing sensations.

Soon, my cock and her pussy are moving together with abandon. I lean forward, pressing my breasts against her back. My hands plant down on the bed, next to Cecilia's for stability. Only upon feeling Irina's hands grope my ass do I even remember that she's down there. I focus on her tongue dragging along my shaft every time I leave her mistress' pussy. Cecilia's head droops as she pants emphatically.

I sense Irina shift beneath us. As I continue pumping my cock into Mistress Cecilia, I feel Irina's tongue slide wetly over my balls. Intense pleasure bursts through me. I let out a loud cry.

"Uuuuuhhhhh!

Yes! Right there! Keep fucking doing that!" I plead to Irina. Encouraged, her tongue takes long, winding paths along my ball sack.

Incensed by my elation, Cecilia increases her pace. She begins to slam backward with more force. My balls bounce wildly all over Irina's face. So she catches them with her mouth, and engulfs them. She swishes my balls around in her spit soaked mouth, causing rapture to flood my brain. Combined with my cock pounding Cecilia's pussy, raw electricity shoots through my body. My breath comes in frayed moans. My sight blurs. Runnels of sweat course over my skin.

The sex I'd been having regularly with Clients was enjoyable. Even great at times. But this was pushing up to another plateau. I don't think I'd felt this level of pleasure since that first night with Lily. And that was enhanced by the serum.

My balls swirl inside Irina's hot mouth. It's the best feeling imaginable. It fills me with a sense of invincibility. Like I can live forever. I let out a ragged sigh. Cecilia's ass pounds against me again, keeping my consciousness from floating off. I can't resist the cries coming out of my mouth. "Ugh! Ugh! Ughhh!"

The discipline I had established with my Sex Therapy is faltering. Falling by the wayside as the euphoria takes over my mind and body. I want to cum. I

need

to cum. Every atom within me begs for release.

The mouth clamped onto my balls and the pussy holding my cock in a vice send me soaring over the edge. I can feel an orgasm rumbling somewhere deep inside, originating in my crotch, stampeding to the surface. An avalanche of pleasure slams through my body and limbs. I can no longer move my muscles. My lungs can't take a breath. My mouth won't form words. My brain is obliterated. Every function pauses to allow the euphoric input to pass through. I feel my balls contract. My cock seemingly explodes as a torrent of cum blasts through my shaft. An animal wail passes through my slack mouth.

Cecilia's head shoots up straight as she feels my hot semen pour into her pussy. It launches her own orgasm as her pussy clenches tighter around my cock. Our cries mingle together. Our violent twitching and shaking cause the bed to rock loudly.

I feel my cum ooze out of Cecilia's hole. I hear slurping from Irina. I visualize her mopping up the mess.

Finally, our orgasms subside and our bodies are allowed to relax. We limply keel over onto the bed. For minutes, no one says a word. Only audible panting breaks the silence.

"That was ..." I gasp, "that was

intense!"

"Yes," Mistress Cecilia nods. "Irina found your sensitive spot, just like I did. Good girl!"

We lift our heads and spy Irina obediently kneeling at the foot of the bed. Other than slightly frayed hair, she's entirely composed. She gives only a hint of a smile.

Mistress Cecilia strokes my dick with her fingers. "Mmmmm, I love this dick." She looks at me. "It's bigger than before, no?" I nod.

She puts her head back down on my chest, nestling between my breasts. She lets out a long exhale. Moments pass, then I feel her squeeze my dick. "Are you ready for more?"

***

The three of us fuck several more times. Once with us all standing, Cecilia in the middle. I rammed my cock into her, while Irina kissed and sucked on her neck from behind. Another time with Cecilia laying on her back. Irina straddled her in a sixty nine position, licking at her clit while I pumped into her pussy as I knelt.

At one point, I reached for Irina, ready to give her a turn. Yet Mistress Cecilia pushed me off, saying "You don't have to concern yourself with her."

I felt a pang of guilt, but Cecilia had already begun to mount me for another round.

It was the greatest night of sex I'd ever experienced. Both women knew my balls were my weak spot and exploited it ferociously. With Irina, I was able to bring Mistress Cecilia to climax several times as well.

Finally, our energy fully expelled, we slumped onto the bed. I laid on my side, face to face with Mistress Cecilia, embracing her tightly. Irina spooned me from behind. Both sets of warm, soft breasts pressed against me as I drifted off into a hard slumber. It was heavenly.