Different Planet Ch 17

As they were getting ready to leave, the apartment door chimed. Alice opened it with a flourish, saying, "Surprise!" Tony looked up. Or, down, rather.

Because the shoes caught Tony's eye first. He usually paid little attention to feet but, seeing only hazmat boots or environment suits and nothing much else lately, he was struck by the marvelously high black stilettos. Flesh colored stockings rose from them, disappearing up under a grey skirt of very modest length.

Her pink blouse was rather more daring. It wasn't so much the thin material, practically translucent (though that was rather striking), but the pink brassière underneath merely supported her breasts without covering her -- quite prominent -- nipples.

She waited patiently for his eyes to reach her face, which came with two surprises. First was her age. Her smile was cheerful, her look was friendly, amorous even, but her hair was grey and laugh lines and crow's feet cut deep into her tanned face. Second, though he'd not seen the face for quite some time, he recognized Mrs Henderson at once.

"Darling," she stepped in, walking so comfortably on those improbable heels, "So good to see you again!" Wrapping her arms around him, she planted a kiss on his lips.

Startled, it took him a second to respond. Her kiss was enthusiastic, even opening her lips to flick a tongue-tip out, teasing. She tasted of cherries, probably wore that lipgloss in honour of the occasion. Her nipples, hard as his teenage cock, scraped his chest. Her hands reached down to gently squeeze his buttocks.

But just for a few passionate seconds. Stepping back, she smiled even more broadly and asked, "How would you like to escort me to a party tonight? I hear someone special is going to be emancipated and I wouldn't miss that for the world. And I'd like to be," she leaned in and whispered, "the first of your guests for you to entertain, if I may!"

Tony looked at Alice, but she merely nodded, "I'll be coming with you too, of course," she licked her lips and started to move her left hand before she caught it, stopping before she touched her skirt just above her crotch, "But I think it would be SO nice if you walked in with Mrs Henderson on your arm!"

"Of course," he said, looking at Alice's chest to see if her nipples were hard too. But she was wearing a tight sports bra under her blouse that concealed and restrained, then looking back at Mrs Henderson. "You're as lovely as I remember you, ma'am!"

"Oh!" She clapped her hands together softly, "You are SUCH a charmer, Tony!" He remembered those thin, dexterous hands -- bony knuckles, but such soft skin! -- wrapped around his cock, milking him expertly to delicious explosive boyish orgasms.

He had been about to check the time when Mrs Henderson arrived, and now, pulling his eyes away from the two women to glance at the clock, he said, "I guess we'd better hurry then, if we don't want to be fashionably late?"

"No hurry," said Mrs Henderson, taking his arm, "All your guests have to be there and ready themselves before you arrive. Didn't Alice tell you?"

"I told him all about it," she said as she closed the door behind them, "He just wants to be polite, to do everything the way it's supposed to be done."

"Let's take it slow, then," she said, "Here," she slipped his arm around her, "Touch me the way they teach you in health class." She wiggled her hips, "I have to get ready too!"

They walked on slowly, the three of them, Tony touching Mrs Henderson everywhere he could reach, running his fingers through her hair, cupping her breast and gently squeezing the nipple, stroking her buttocks through the material of her skirt. By the time he got up the courage to reach under her skirt -- which he could do quite easily without bending over much, as those shoes made her almost as tall as he was -- he found the crotch of her knickers was damp with her juices.

And they had arrived.

The entry to the old arrival hall was guarded (if you'd like to call it that) by two women in long black negligées even more diaphanous than Mrs Henderson's blouse, every curve, every pubic hair (the woman on the left had neatly trimmed, straight, glossy black fur that shone in the low light, the other had a cloud of dark brown curls streaked with grey between her legs) and every bump on an areola tempting his young penis.

They wore slippers, but moved no more easily than Mrs Henderson as they all trooped in, the guardians bolting the door after them, shrugging out of the insubstantial gowns they wore as if burdened by them, then quickly and efficiently relieving Tony of his clothes. He felt a little silly, now, spending time considering what he would wear, when it all ended up folded neatly and put away, while they helped him into a robe, deliciously soft, pristine white -- indicating his inexperienced status -- and quite opaque, so he need only reveal himself to his partners, if that was what he desired.

Both women made it a point to brush up against him as they undressed him, nipples scraping across his back, thighs bumping against his erection, fingers caressing his nipples as they unbuttoned his shirt, so it took some time, which he spent looking around the vast room he and Alice and friends had spent hours preparing.

It was a beehive of activity now, filled with people watching him in anticipation. He didn't see any mistress preparing a chastity-belted slave for his pleasure, but he did see all kinds of costumes, body paint, fetish gear, everything necessary for a thoroughly decadent party.

Many women had already taken their places in the circle of armchairs. Some, at the far side, were still being prepared by their boyfriends or girlfriends, kissing their breasts, lifting and opening their legs so they could kneel down and lick or finger them until the girls were dripping wet and ready. Some chairs were still empty -- nobody expected him to make the entire circuit on his first round!

Everyone spoke in low voices, if they spoke at all, a dutiful, attentive audience. In the quiet, Tony thought he heard a slow, rhythmic slapping or smacking or cracking from the far end of the room where all the beds had been set up.

"What's that?" he whispered to Mrs Henderson, as she led him to where the circle started, at a chair left open especially for her.

"That," she said, unbuttoning her blouse, "Is some less vanilla entertainment." She smiled slyly, "Would you like to start with the reprobates over there instead of with me?"

He pretended to hesitate, then smiled and shook his head.

"Excellent!" She stood with her back to the armchair and moved her feet apart, an impressive move, considering the shoes she still wore. And everything else: the two guardians who had taken Tony's clothes hadn't gone near Mrs Henderson. "I can do these," she continued unbuttoning, "But I need you to reach under my skirt and take down my knickers for me." She smiled, "If you don't mind?"

He didn't mind. But he took his time, stroking his fingers up her thighs to find bare flesh where the stockings ended, then the damp fabric of her knickers, then up to her hips, where he took hold and pulled.

They were exactly the same color as her blouse.

She didn't let him take them all the way off, just hiked up her skirt and sat down, leaving the scrap of pink fabric hanging from her left ankle. Hooking her knees over the arms of the chair, she said, "I think you've got me wet enough now, you don't have to go in slow, but," she nodded to her right, where a girl he'd never seen before sat in a similar pose, her left knee now brushing Mrs Henderson's right knee and her right knee against the woman waiting in the third chair, "Just one quick poke and move on." She pulled at her nipples, stretching the flesh as if to show the difference between her and the firm-breasted teenager next to her, who was entirely nude, her sizable chest requiring no support whatever. "You've got a lot of work to do, young man!"

As he thrust in -- she was wet and very warm and kegel-exercise tight -- Mrs Henderson looked over at the beds, trying to see who was playing there.

She could barely make out a woman on her knees, her head down, her arse in the air, and another woman raising her arm, holding a something long and thin.

What she couldn't see was that both women had buzzcut short hair and very light skin, their flesh so pale it was almost luminescent. Both wore black lipgloss and shiny black varnish on their long, manicured nails. The woman wielding the thin rattan cane (for that was what it was) was lean and muscular, in a black rubber bodysuit that covered her from her boots to her neck, except for holes cut to display her buttocks, her breasts and a triangle at her crotch where her smooth-shaven lips gleamed, dripping wet.

The girl on her knees on the bed was younger, fleshier, and wore nothing but ropes. Her arms were stretched out in front of her, wrists tied together to the bed frame, head down, soft breasts pressed into the mattress. Her ankles were pulled as far apart as they would go, and also tied to the bed.

Her knees were pushed forward, raising her arse up. Everybody was watching Tony and Mrs Henderson, so nobody saw the cane come down, leaving a perfectly horizontal pink welt. Or, rather, two pink welts, one on each arse cheek, parallel to the others already there.

Nobody heard the girl's cries either, even if they were listening. A long, thick dildo had been secured in her mouth and halfway down her throat so she couldn't give much more than a muffled squeal.

The woman raised the cane again, thinking to herself, "You may not be his first experience, but I'll make you the finest of his life."