Fantasy Maker (3 page)

One of
the men eventually addressed me directly. “Shuffle forward,
darling, until your boobs are over the edge of the table, I want to
try something.”

I moved
up the table, still face down, and shifted until my breasts hung
freely as requested.

Most of
the men had moved onto a more in-keeping red wine, but this man was
still drinking champagne. We had served it in art-deco style bowl
glasses and he now lifted his glass up and under my right breast
until it was immersed in champagne.

I gasped.
All the bubbles were exploding against the sensitive area around my
nipple. It actually felt amazing. Then he removed the glass and
getting to his knees he began to suck the dripping champagne off my
breast. He repeated the experience with my left breast and lavished
it with his tongue.

He stood
up again and, as I was lying on a table, I was primed at the
perfect height for what I suspected was coming next.

“Open
your mouth love.” He filled my mouth with champagne, “But don’t
swallow, ok?”

I nodded,
knowing what was expected here. He pushed open the folds of his
toga and his stiff cock sprang free. I looked at it with relief, it
wasn’t huge, which could sometimes be a problem if they wanted to
shove it right down your throat.

He slid
it carefully into my mouth so that the champagne wouldn’t leak out,
and then let out a loud “Ahhhh” at the exquisite pain-pleasure
sensation of the champagne bubbles surrounding him.

The other
man, meanwhile was pouring his red wine down my back and licking it
off with long sweeps of his tongue. His fingers probed gently
parting my buttocks, and though I’ve never really been a fan of
having anything up my backside, I have never denied it to a client,
and so I lifted my rear end a little to give him better
access.

He moved
around the table, positioning himself behind me, and pulled me up
backwards towards him, raising my rear a little more to get me
perfectly positioned to receive him.

Although
he continued to finger my anus, he didn’t go that way as he pushed
slowly inside me. I could tell his dick was hard and long and it
pushed right to the back of my pussy.

Being
taken at both ends is always a little testing, but I couldn’t help
but feel turned on by it. It’s a pretty fulfilling experience,
literally.

I
concentrated on sucking and pleasuring the man in my mouth, whilst
the man behind me grabbed my hips and started to bang himself into
me. They got a rhythm going between them and I almost smiled as I
could feel them both ready to explode after only a couple of
minutes. The man behind me sped his pace as he got closer, and so I
increased the pressure of my tongue to try to encourage them both
to cum at the same moment.

I felt
the large cock behind me swell inside me, seeming to stretch me to
my limits and then he banged hard into me one last time before
collapsing sweating over my back. At the same moment the cock in my
mouth pumped harder and then erupted in a warm rush down my
throat.

I licked
gently at the now flaccid penis in my mouth, and let him take his
time about removing it.

He simply
gave me a pat on the head as thanks and then both men straightened
their togas and staggered, fully satiated, back to their reclining
couches.

It was at
that point I noticed the look on Jerry’s face. He was looking at
me, and he looked kind of annoyed. His eyes flicked to his friends
and his expression darkened further. I wondered what could possibly
have irritated him about the situation. Had I not done my job well
enough for him?

And then
it occurred to me. Maybe Jerry was a bit possessive of me? A lot of
clients like to think that you are their sole property, even though
they know that in reality you’re not; but I suppose it was hard
seeing it happen right in front of him. It probably wasn’t the same
with the other girls because he didn’t know them, but he had been
sleeping with me for a couple of years now on and off.

I
realised I might have to have a talk with him about it in the
future. But he was probably fine with me doing my job out of his
sight, but perhaps he had hoped not see anyone else with me. I
wasn’t supposed to be working the floor tonight and so he hadn’t
said anything. But he was going to have to adjust, because this was
unlikely to be the last time I would have to be one of the Fantasy
Makers in a group setting.

I slipped
quickly off the table, and out of the room to shower. I had
instructed all the girls to keep as fresh as possible and to shower
off as often as needed, just so long as we made sure at least half
of us stayed in the room at any time.

I saw
Jerry lay Mara back and begin to mount her, but his eyes followed
me the whole time until I disappeared.

When I
reappeared a few minutes later, freshly clothed as a slave, and
scrubbed clean, I noticed that the initial animalistic rutting had
eased off and most of the men were once more reclining.

The girls
were being bossed about, some were on their knees lathing and
licking the men’s privates. Others were being ordered into a
floorshow.

On the
large spread out pile of cushions most of the girls were now naked.
A scented oil had been brought out and the girls were all oiling
each other up. Rubbing it up and down each others legs, massaging
it into each others breasts and generally trying to make it look as
sexy as possible. Which wasn’t difficult, I thought proudly how
fantastic they all looked.

Mara was massaging oil into Jerry’s broad back, and Posy was
giving a foot massage to Sol, who was
still
intent on pleasuring Regan, and
had her sat on the arm of his sofa, her legs spread impossibly
wide, so he could continue to plunge a finger inside her as he
licked and guzzled at her pussy.

Regan
gave me a ghost of a wink before faking another rapturous
orgasm.

I walked
quickly round the room checking each man had everything he needed.
All their glasses were topped up. I turned a blind eye to one man
snorting cocaine off the stomach of Corina. We generally had a no
drugs on the premises policy, but this man was one of Jerry’s
guests and not one of our members, so I let it slide.

Each of
the men appeared to be being attended to in some way. Whether being
fed fruit and cheeses or whether being massaged and
pampered.

I knew
there would be a lull before they could get their erections up
again. Some of them might even have had enough already. It was rare
that we would go more than three rounds, but I knew that Jerry
could go further, so we had to be prepared that some of the others
may also be able to keep going.

After
checking that I wasn’t needed anywhere else, I peeled off my dress,
even though I had only just put it on, and sank onto the cushions
with the other girls.

I think
that most heterosexual girls are a little bit bi-sexual. I’ve never
known any working girls that recoiled from a little girl on girl
action, maybe because it’s easier or a nice change, I don’t know.
But for me, I found girls just as attractive as men.

I dipped
my hands into the urn of oil and began to massage it into Estelle’s
plump buttocks which were invitingly exposed as she was down on all
fours with her face buried between Bella’s spread legs.

Turning
on my back I slid my head between Estelle’s knees, so her pussy
lips were angled just above my face and I began to give her what
she was giving Bella.

I kept my
eye on the room, I could see we wouldn’t have long to keep up the
show.

I saw Sol
throw Regan onto the cushions, pin her down and push his massive
prick inside her. He was so large and muscular and she was so tiny
and delicate that I really couldn’t help but worry. But I suppose
she was pretty wet from all his ministrations because she wrapped
her legs around him as if urging him even deeper and genuinely
appeared to be enjoying it as he fucked her hard and
fast.

I felt
male hands spreading my own legs wide, and a hot breath as he took
a long look at the goods.

Then a
voice, unmistakeable Jerry’s, politely said, “Would you mind if I
took this one?”

I was
surprised. Jerry had fucked me countless times in the past; surely
he would want to enjoy having someone new?

But no, I
would recognise the feel of his cock anywhere. It wasn’t hugely
long but it was very wide, at least 2.5 inches around, and I liked
it.

His
companion moved forward and began to fuck Estelle, right over my
head. I guess he had a good view of her licking Bella, while he
took her from behind, just as Jerry must have a good view of me
licking Estelle as he moved slowly in and out of me. His hands
massaged my breasts and he began to pick up speed.

Everyone
in the room was now converging on the cushions, we became a heap of
writhing bodies. Estelle was moved away so that another man could
get underneath her and she was now being penetrated from both above
and below. Bella was still being tongued by Estelle, but had a cock
down her throat as well. There were hands and mouths everywhere. I
closed my eyes, lay back and rode it. Someone sucked at my breasts,
then someone sprayed their load over stomach, I was kissed roughly
and then got another face full of pussy, and throughout it all
Jerry’s thick cock pounded me. Someone’s oily fingers began to
massage my clit, probably Jerry’s and I felt that rare thing - my
own orgasm building inside me. It’s unusual to have a real orgasm
when you’re working, the emphasis is never on you, but as the
sounds of the orgy rose around me, the grunts and the sighs and
screams of pleasure, I began to get really turned on.

Suddenly
I felt the fantasy. I was a slave girl, taken from my family,
simply to be used for the pleasure of my master. He could do what
he wanted to me, whenever he wanted, and he was.

My master
fucked me, harder and harder and harder, whilst his friends watched
and cheered and fucked their own slaves until they were collapsing
under them.

Then my
orgasm hit me. Wave after wave ripped through me and I bucked and
writhed under Jerry. He grabbed my hips to keep me in place and
slammed into me over and over as I cried out in
pleasure.

I felt
his hot seed spurt inside me, his thick cock spasm, and I clenched
myself around him as we both shook with our mutual
orgasm.

When he
finally collapsed on top of me I wrapped my arms around him and
held him close.

After a
while I opened my eyes. I was sticky and sweaty, but I felt
fantastic.

All
around me, people were winding down, the orgy had been a total
free-for-all, and had resulted in a mass pile of sex, and
orgasms.

Jerry
propped himself on his elbows and smiled at me.

“Thank
you.” Was all he said, then he dropped a kiss on my
forehead.

Book Two
in The House of Decadence Series will available February
2014.

A more
in-depth visit to the day to day running of the club. The members
who come regularly and what they like. Stephanie provides a harem
for one spoilt billionaire, plays the human doll for an older
gentleman, and creates an eighteenth century fantasy night with
“fresh virgins from the provincial countryside” going on the
auction block.