Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

The bell rang and we went to the door. We checked and the driver had opened the back door on the limo and was getting back into the front. Our drive is secluded and it was already dark, so we knew we would be OK.

Carla turned to me with a serious look on her face.

She said “you ARE ok with this Paul” and looked concerned that my answer might not be what she wanted.

I laughed and said “yes… Mistress.. you will have me by your side at all times”. And by that, I meant I wasn’t going to let her out of my sight.

I was comfortable if some guy licked her pussy and wanted a spanking from her. It would be exciting to watch. For me, well.. I was nervous.

We slipped out of the door, I locked it and put the key in our special hiding place.

Carla was already in the limo when I turned around and so I slipped in beside her. The car moved away and we looked at each other. Carla smiled her dazzling smile and then licked her fingertips. She moved her fingers down to her crotch and I realised she wasn’t wearing panties. Before I could speak she had slipped three fingers inside her already wet pussy and then brought them out, offering them to me to lick clean. I eagerly did so.

She leant into me and spoke softly “we have 20 minutes, want to make a start…” and she flicked her tongue over my ear. I knew what to do.

I slid of the seat and dived between her thighs. Her pussy smelt lush and I could tell she had applied plenty of perfume down there. In only a few minutes I felt her hands grasping my leather collar and pulling my face hard against her pelvic bone. She came in short gasps and I felt a flush of her fluid on my face.

I licked her clean and returned to the seat. My cock was raging so I started to open the zip on the leather shorts. Carla smacked my hand away and told me “NO. I am the Mistress and I say when you get your pleasure”. I was shocked. Carla had not take that tone with me before, except in play, and it didn’t feel like play this time. She kept looking straight ahead. I made a point of re-zipping my shorts and put my hands to my side.

After a few minutes Carla said “am I going to be able to trust you Paul” and she remained looking ahead. I turned to look at her and asked “what do you mean”.

Again, not looking at me, “can I trust you to put my pleasure first and not to think of your own” she asked.

Wow, did that mean I wouldn’t get anything physical out of tonight? Sure I’d be able to watch and maybe join in with a little licking of my own but I hoped to get to fuck my wife.

“Remember our agreement” Carla stated.

Yes, it would be worth it. I would be incredibly horny by the end of the evening but the next week we would be able to play and Carla would do anything I wanted. I was already planning for the kids to be away the whole of next weekend at the grandparents when the limo arrived.

The door was opened and I realised we were in an underground car park and I stepped out I look at the person holding the door open and it was a guy that was dressed pretty much as I was. I heard a click of heels as Carla walked around the car with another guy dressed the same way following behind her.

We were directed towards a lift and when it opened just us tow got in. The walls were full-length mirrors and Carla turned and preened. She looked SO HOT!.

On the fourth floor, the lift stopped and the doors opened into a small lobby. I could hear soft music playing and some voices from behind a curtain.

A woman appeared and asked us who had invited us. Carla said SH2 and that we were CL1 and CL2. Wow! The woman was wearing a leather skirt that finished about 2″ below her pussy, knee boots and a leather ‘bra’ that was really just 4 straps of leather that hid her nipples. She looked sexy as hell.

The woman smiled beneath her mask and pushed the curtain aside. We went down a short corridor and the music became a little louder but it wasn’t intrusive. The woman passed through another curtain and a man entered. He was big guy, 6’4″ and well muscled. He was clearly a master as he was dressed in dark trousers and black silk shirt, opened to the waist.

The woman re-appeared and the man spoke only to Carla.

“Lovely to see you again. I’m so pleased you brought your servant with you”. He gave me the briefest of looks before turning back to Carla. I’m sure her breasts swelled as she looked up at the powerful man. “We have a full crowd tonight, only another 2 couples left to arrive” and he smiled at Carla. He took her hand and held it high and pushed the curtain open and ushered her through.

I went to follow but the woman moved in front of me and said “no. the servants don’t join yet”.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

I looked at her a little scared and she cocked her head and asked “first time”? I nodded and she smiled. “Come with me” and she pushed over the opposite curtain and led me to a door, opening it she motioned for me enter and then closed it behind me. The room was dark.

I was aware of breathing around me and as my eyes got adjusted I realised there were around 9 other guys in the room all dressed as me. Some taller, some shorter, one black guy, one well muscled another a little chubby. Everyone seemed to be late 30’s up to may early 50’s.

I nodded a greeting but didn’t speak.

After what seemed like an age, but was probably less than 5 minutes, the other door opened and light streamed in allowing me get a better picture of my compatriots. Yes, we were all dressed the same. The woman that had shown me into the room appeared and beckoned us to follow her. I was second in-line and the 11 of us (one more had arrived) filed down a short corridor. I could hear the music playing and female voices laughing.

We were told to stop, in the line, and turn 90 degrees. We did and we heard “Ladies, meet your servants” and the curtain in front of us was lifted. We were in spotlights and so I couldn’t make out much for a few seconds that I realised there were about 12 or 14 women looking at us. I spotted Carla chatting to another woman and they pointed delicately at this guy and that guy. I realised all of the women were dressed the same way as Carla. Leather basques, suspenders, stockings and then boots or just high heeled shoes. All were good looking, some skinny, some very curvy, but I knew my cock was trying to grow in my shorts.

I felt relieved at seeing Carla.

I realised the guys were stood like it was a sort of slave auction and they puffed out their chests and tensed their muscles. As I suspected, one of the women walked in front of a guy and looped her index finger through his harness and pulled him to the side of the room and disappeared. This happened three more times and then a woman approached me with a sultry look in her eyes. She was my height (with heels) and quite curvy. Very large breasts but thighs and ass to match. As she stood in front of me as though making a final decision, I saw Carla walk up behind her. Carla whispered into her ear and the woman smiled broadly. She beckoned me to follow her and as I did, Carla slapped my ass.

I followed the woman to the back of the room and through a curtain – then straight opposite to a room. The woman opened the door and entered and beckoned me in. I followed and she shut the door behind me. “Stay” was all she said. Her voice sounded a little nervous.

I looked to one side and saw a chair. I recognised it as a queening chair.

The woman came back in front of me and said “first time?” and I nodded. She smiled broadly and turned to point at the floor in front of the chair. There was black foam and I understood that I was to lie on that, on my back, and then shuffle so that my head was under the chair.

I knelt down and noticed a sling beneath the seat that would allow me to rest my head and have my face at ‘the right level’. I lay down, shuffled and then got myself in position.

Her soft voice just said “OK”? And I replied “yes… mistress”. I heard a giggle.

Then I saw her ass above my face and her moist pussy lips. Then her lips touched my nose. She wriggled a little. I stuck out my tongue but missed the mark and so slid up a little. I then angled my head a little and my lips met hers.

She let out a little gasp as my tongue flicked the whole length of her moist pussy lips. They tasted sweet – I suspected she had washed recently. I licked and slurped her pussy for a few minutes and her groans and moans became louder until I felt her twitch and stiffen and she gasped “shit, shit, just there…. don’t stop”. I was warming to my task and I was able to catch her prominent clit with my tongue and I flicked it as hard as I could until she screamed and I felt a warm gush of fluid into my mouth. I kept licking after another minute she came again.

“stop.. stop” she gasped and so I did, happy to rest my mouth.

After a minute she said “wow… that was.. strong”. She stood and I felt the cool air on my face. I heard her moving and wondered if I should move until I heard another voice say “can I try”?

“Sure” was the reply “he’s pretty good”. I felt embarrassed by the praise.

An altogether smaller woman then presented her ass in front of my face and I saw her fingers were opening her lips. I flicked my tongue over her fingers as if to say ‘I’ve got this’ and she moved them and squatted fully over me.

I used my tongue to good effect and within only two minutes she was writhing on my face. “Fuck… fuck… fuck…” was all she said as she climaxed. I licked some more but she lifted herself off me. I lay there and heard voices around me.

“You can come out now servant” said a strong female voice. I slipped out of the sling and slithered free from the chair. My jaw was quite sore.

There were four women in the room, all dressed the same, and two servants. As I moved away another of the servants slid into place and within a minute his face was being ridden by a very buxom woman.

I felt my hand being pulled and turned to see Carla pulling me to one side.

“You OK?” she asked with genuine concern.

“Fine” I replied “happy I could bring them all to orgasm”

She squoze my hand “you do have a talented tongue” she replied and beamed her sexy smile at me.

I was keen to know what she had been up to.

She giggled and said there were 3 rooms with queening chairs and she had ridden on two of them, but only came on the first one. I wasn’t jealous as everyone was anonymous. I just wanted to watch her being pleasured.

“What about the other rooms?” I asked. She smiled broadly and said “that’s why I’m here, there’s a room I want to try but need to make sure you’re OK with it”.

I shrugged and said it would probably be fine but would like to watch if possible.

“Oh Goody” she clapped her hands together quickly and then scooted off into the corridor beckoning me to follow her.

She paused at a door, listened, then opened it and stepped in.