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He leaned in to the server and said something low and the server picked up the cordless phone behind the bar.
“Me,” Dare said.
I had to fight my reaction, which would’ve been to scrunch up my nose. He’d been fighting his addiction to smoking and while he’d stopped smoking when we were at his sister’s cabin, I knew that he was having to fight hard to keep those cravings at bay with all the stress we’d been under lately.
I knew he’d been stressed the last few weeks. I had the feeling he was even more stressed than he was allowing me to see.
I watched him light it, and ignored the urge to move away from the smoke. He looked at it as he blew out the smoke, as if he was impressed with the flavor.
The door opened and three more slaves entered, wearing lingerie. I knew all three of them. They did a fairly good job of masking their jealousy at seeing me but I saw a spark of envy in at least the eyes of two of them at me on the lap of my master, here briefly for the annual partner summit and then I’d get to go, leave with the handsome tall blond model-looking man who wouldn’t let me be treated like a slave publicly.
Mr. Lucas leaned over and whispered something to the three girls. That was another thing about him. Beyond stamina, he liked to tell us what he wanted to see. He could’ve been a porn director. He liked to watch. A lot. I’d regularly been instructed on role playing for shows for Mr. Lucas. Sometimes those shows were in front of others and sometimes they were just for him.
Dare hadn’t been paying much attention to what Naomi was doing to Mr. Chen, other than my feeling his muscles tighten slightly for a brief second, but I felt something else coming off him at the scene unfolding in front of us.
Three girls. A blonde, brunette, and the redhead Truly, that we’d seen earlier; the one who could’ve been chosen rather than me for him.
I knew this upcoming scene and I knew it well, having been the redhead in this exact scene more than once. It was a favorite of Mr. Lucas’s.
The blonde began undressing the brunette, and the brunette was undressing the redhead. It was slow, sensual, and they played their parts exceptionally well. No one looked sad, scared, or broken. They all looked like they were very into the scene. Professional Kruna assets wouldn’t look broken, even if we were --- unless the scene or patron called for that role.
When the brunette and redhead were completely naked, they both turned their attention to the blonde and undressed her together.
The brunette moved her mouth to the blonde’s barely there landing strip, and started to lick her way downward.
We were all waxed, typically, other than natural blondes. The Kruna handlers wanted patrons to know which blonde was ‘natural’ so left the landing strip.
The blonde moved to her back on the rich oriental rug and spread her legs wide. The redhead climbed up and straddled the blonde’s face. The blonde began hungrily lapping the redhead’s perfectly waxed pussy.
The brunette, currently working at eating out the blonde, was up on her knees, her legs apart. And we had a full view of the back of her.
I got damp between the legs. As awful as it sounded, I don’t think it was arousal as much as it was muscle memory. Performances required participation and you had to be wet to participate. I’d been in this room or in a similar scene so many times, my body knew what was expected.
Mr. Chen grunted as he came down Naomi’s throat and then he instructed Naomi to “Get in there and eat her ass.” Naomi moved to behind the brunette and lavishly licked her asshole, Mr. Chen’s cum was still in her mouth, and it dribbled down the back of the brunette’s leg.
Dare shifted slightly and put his cigar out in an ashtray and then he took another large mouthful of his drink.
I felt his cock beginning to come alive underneath me. I swallowed and breathed deep and then I dared to glance at him. His eyes were on the spectacle in front of us. He caught me looking and the look in his eyes was heated but bordering on angry. He couldn’t show these guys anything but being likeminded but I suspected that right there, he was angry at himself for being aroused by what he saw.
My eyes moved to my hands, which were folded in my lap.
Dare
Fuck. Fucking motherfucking fuck. What was happening in front of me was not fucking helping my state of mind. I’d had a lot to drink, thinking it’d get me through the evening, but it was doing me no favors. Now, I not only wanted to rip the heads off of all the men in the room but I wanted to take my cock into my hand and rub one out at what I was seeing.
I couldn’t remind myself of what these girls really were. I had to go with it so that they wouldn’t know I wasn’t on board with whatever it was that they were into. But this thing happening didn’t look like broken slaves. It was a live action 4-way girl on girl porno playing out right in front of me.
And I had my beautiful wife on my lap and I knew she knew what was happening to me physically right now and I had to make a judgement call on how to handle this shit.
Gan Chen and Joseph Lucas were watching the show. Delgado’s slave was spread out on the floor in front of his crouched body, her legs wide, and he was fingering her cunt, his eyes on the show. The slave’s head was thrown back with her back arched so she could also see the show. Lucas’s slave leaned over and started to suck Delgado’s slave’s nipple.
I felt Angel’s body jerk, so I grabbed her hip out of reflex, thinking she needed steadying but she got to her feet for a second and then in a flash, she dropped her panties to the floor, kicked her shoes off, lifted her dress at the back only, so showing only me her naked ass, and then she sat back down on my lap, right against my straining cock, tucking her feet into my sides so that her knees were adjacent to my thighs. She sat on me like she was getting ready to ride a mechanical bull. My dick jumped.
She reached behind herself and without looking, slid my suit pants zipper down. I was in a hormone-driven half-drunken haze so I just sat and watched until she got my button undone and reached for my dick blindly and then shifted forward, still sitting reverse cowgirl, her feet tucked in at my sides on either side as she slid back, sliding me inside her hot, wet heat while arranging the fabric of her dress over us. She tightened her legs around my thighs, as if preparing to hold onto me with them like she would a mechanical bull.
The length of her off-white dress covered her and covered me. She kept moving, slowly, with purpose, her hands gripping at my knees. My hands went to her hips and I gripped, giving her stability, which she took, moving so that she got me deeper. And then she threw her hair back and I saw the eyes of the other men in the room move to her. Fuck, when she whipped her hair it was sexy. I wanted to gauge their eyes out. My fingers tightened on her waist to the point she jolted.
My brain forgot the scene on the floor and was now on my wife’s back, on her sleeked straight hair falling all around her shoulders. She’d straightened it for Kruna, for her state of mind.
