Master of the Road, page 11
After a few moments, Clarice, Viktorija, Cindy, and Tanu enter with towels and wash basins. They lay the towels on the wooden floor and beckon for us to get up. I reach around Darcie’s shoulder to kiss her cheek before I stand. She moans prettily as I slide out of her wet snatch. I tell her, “Roll over, Darcie. Candice needs her treat.” Then, I walk over to stand on the towel that Clarice directs me to. Cindy and Tanu, the pretty Indian girl who’s currently studying at ASU, wet real sponges in the basin and bathe me with the warm water. It feels luxurious, decadent even, to be bathed with a dead sea animal.
Tanu is one of the few of Bernadette’s ladies I haven’t fucked. I’ve made my way through most of them since Janet divorced me. Looking into her eyes as she cleans my cock and balls makes me think I may have to rectify the situation. She gives me a direct smile that tells me she’s open to the idea. She’s wrapped in a pale pink silk robe that only accentuates the swell of her generous breasts, her narrow waist, and shapely legs. I seem to recall she has a bit of a nice roundness to her bum, too. Sadly, I can’t see it from here.
Cindy, the blond cheerleader, I’ve had a couple of times. We’ve always had fun, but I prefer Candice and Chantelle. Viktorija and Serena are the only other two I haven’t had. Serena is generally busy, but I’d be open to it if our schedules ever align. She’s a gorgeous Mediterranean woman—Italian, I think. I’ve only seen her at Bernadette’s parties on the arms of other guests, always the same couple.
Viktorija is beautiful, has a lovely figure, and is always courteous. Yet, she puts off a vibe that tells me to stay away. So, I do. There’s just something about her manner that tells me she would rather chew her own leg off rather than open her legs to me. She rarely makes small talk with me, and I’m okay with it, given her demeanor. But Bernadette thinks highly of her, and we manage to get along okay.
When the two courtesans are done bathing me, Chantelle holds the fluffy purple robe open for me again. I slide into it and turn to capture her in my arms. I kiss her gently and ask, “Are you okay, Hot Chocolate? You seemed a little desperate for Darcie.”
Chantelle looks past me to gaze upon my pet, who’s reclining on the arm of the chaise while Candice eats her treat from Darcie’s pussy.
Chantelle says, “She reminds me so much of Cressida, it hurts.”
I murmur in her ear, “Maybe you need to find Cressida.”
Chantelle murmurs back as tears run down her face, “She married a male doctor, has three kids and two dogs, and is living in a mansion in Brentwood, California.” She looks at me. “I might cyber-stalk her more often than I’d like to admit.” She gives a mournful shrug. “Even though she’s twenty pounds overweight, I would still run to her if she called me.”
I kiss her cheek and pull her face into my neck as she quietly weeps. “Is that why you keep staying here?”
She shrugs again. “I like school, I love sex, and I don’t know what I want to do when I grow up. I guess, at twenty-nine, I should be figuring that out,” she mutters into my neck. “I’m still not over a woman who disappeared on me over five years ago. I gotta grow up.”
“Personally, I think growing up is highly overrated. I was in the Army for a while. Afterward, I worked for an anti-terrorism unit. Now, I’ve been in IT for fifteen years, and I mess around on side gigs. All employment is temporary. Do what you find joy in.”
Chantelle squeezes me and kisses my neck. “I need to go, Jack. I’m sorry. I had planned to entertain you while Darcie does the fashion show, but I just can’t do it right now.”
I kiss her temple. “I understand, beautiful. Thank you for sharing the time you gave us. It was beautiful to experience, and the two of you together were beautiful to watch. I hope to see you again.”
She looks up at me. “That would be great, Jack.” She hesitates. “I just don’t think I’ll be able to watch Darcie with other women.”
“She’ll be here for the next two days. I’m sure you’ll be able to get some alone time with her. I’ll make sure I give her permission,” I tell her.
“Thank you, Jack.” She kisses my cheek. She walks over and kisses Darcie before murmuring into her ear. Darcie nods and smiles brightly. Chantelle kisses her again and starts to walk away. Then, she stops and walks back and graces me with another kiss before jogging out of the room into the dressing room where I killed Maurice. She disappears to the right of the door, and I suspect she’s going back to the hall and up the stairs to her room.
I take a seat as Candice and Darcie stand. Cindy and Tanu help Darcie out of the corset and bathe her. Candice picks up her basque and hurries from the room. She stops by the dressing room door, turns, and blows me a kiss before disappearing with a smile into the other room.
Viktorija and Clarice disappear as well, returning shortly with a cart of refreshments: cheese, flatbread, hummus, olives, strawberries, grapes, and a cold bottle of refreshing prosecco. They replace the table between me and Bernadette with the cart,make a small plate for Darcie, and hand me a plate to serve myself. Darcie sits on my left knee and eats her snack as I nibble from the olives and cheese and sip prosecco. I give Darcie sips of the refreshing wine as well as sips of water. Meanwhile, Bernadette nibbles on a piece of bread and some cheese. She reaches for my glass, so I surrender it to her. She takes a satisfying sip and hands it back to me.
Bernadette says, “Darcie, darling, we have more to show your master. When Candice returns, we shall begin again.”
Darcie swallows the piece of cheese she was nibbling. “Yes, Ms. Bernadette.”
“Delightful,” Bernadette murmurs as she gets up, drops her robe into her chair, and walks back to the dressing room. Darcie and I admire her Venus-like form in motion and her hips swaying seductively under the cream corset. She doesn’t look back; she knows she has our attention.
Darcie and I are essentially alone, so I murmur to her, “What do you think so far, Pet?”
She looks at me sincerely. “Master, I’m so far beyond thinking; it’s not even scary anymore. I’ve never even kissed a girl before, but now I’ve had sex with three. I’ve had sex in front of an audience with you and other women. I’ve worn the most beautiful clothes I’ve ever seen. I feel cherished by you and cared for more than I ever knew was possible. The look in your eyes as I show off the clothes makes me feel both beautiful and desired. And the ladies here make me feel desired and beautiful.” Her eyes glisten with moisture. “I’ve given up my will and choices to be your pet, and I’ve never been so happy. I’m ready to make it permanent, Master. Right now, two days in. I don’t need three months. I need to belong to you completely until I die.”
I set my glass down and cup her face in my right hand. “Darcie, I made a commitment to you. You haven’t seen much of the crazy shit that makes up my life. I can’t keep it away from you for long, so I will keep my commitment. If I don’t, you’ll never be able to trust me. I need your trust—more than you know. Be patient, Pet. Three months will pass quickly.”
She shakes her head. “I do trust you to keep your commitments. I want a permanent commitment now, Jack. I don’t want to risk losing this.” Her eyes are glistening with unshed tears.
“Darcie, the three months aren’t for me. I’m already in. The three months are for you. I’m a fucking mess. Candice knows that; you should talk to her about it. I’ll reveal more over the next few days, but she can tell you what she’s done to help me through my dark moods—what it was like to be around me. Take the opportunity over the next few days. Talk to Chantelle, too. I usually avoid her when I’m in a black mood, but she’ll be able to tell you a little bit about how moody I can be.” I look at Darcie for a moment. “Chantelle also desires you strongly. You have my permission to be her lover while you’re here.”
She shakes her head. “Don’t try to distract me, Master. I want to belong to you! Forever! I can’t lose this!”
I kiss her lips gently and look in her eyes. “I promise I will not set you aside, Pet. The three months is for you.”
Darcie pouts as she stares into my eyes. “Fine. I’ll take that for now, Master. This is the one thing I’m going to push back on. Everything else—your will is my command. On the three months probation—no. I’m going to be a pain in your ass until you accept my permanent commitment, Master.”
I cock an eyebrow. “Noted, Pet. Be prepared to accept the consequences on your pretty little tushy.”
“Spank me until I’m raw, Master. I’m yours. No backing out. I need you to accept that, just like you need me to trust you,” she says sincerely, with more tears threatening to spill from her vibrant hazel eyes.
I acknowledge her position, “Noted, Pet. Bernadette is looking this way. Are you ready to continue?”
Darcie smiles at me brilliantly. “Am I ready to dress in sexy clothes and parade in front of you while you devour me with your eyes? Yes, Master. I’m ready!” She gives me a wet, passionate kiss before she dismounts my lap. She picks her corset up from the chaise, and hugs it under her breasts as she turns to send me an air kiss and a wink. She really works her hips hard as she sashays toward Bernadette.
The mistress of the house has a wry smirk on her face as Darcie stops in front of her, rests a hand on her hip, thrusts her hip out to the side, and winks at me over her shoulder. I chuckle quietly as I watch her stand up straight to address Bernadette. Bernadette cocks an eyebrow and gives a gentle nod. Darcie curls her right hand behind Bernadette’s neck as she reaches for Bernadette’s mouth with her own. They kiss briefly, and Bernadette says something serious to Darcie. Darcie snaps to attention and nods slowly. Bernadette smiles gently and strokes Darcie’s cheek as she murmurs to my pet. Darcie bounces up to kiss Bernadette’s cheek and caresses her hip. After, Viktorija steps out from behind the changing screen and guides Darcie behind it to prepare to continue the show.
Vanessa comes out of the changing room wearing a sheer, loose, white pajama outfit and joins Darcie and Viktorija behind the screen.
Candice returns, still in her basque outfit—sans panty—with a pile of clothes in her arms and disappears behind the screen. Luis follows with a couple of plastic bins, which he sets just outside the screen. Manuel follows with an armful of dress bags, which Vanessa shuttles behind the screen as Luis returns with two more bins.
Clarice takes over for Bernadette, so our beautiful host prowls toward me. My cock tries to rise to the occasion, but the poor little fella is tired. Bernadette squats down to the left of my chair. She reaches in to cup my package before she starts to blow on it steadily, her eyes capturing mine. I’ve never understood how this power of the succubae works, but suddenly Little Jack is standing at attention and hard enough to drive nails into stone. I feel invigorated and ready to take on the world. Or, maybe just fuck all the ladies in the house.
Bernadette takes my hand and leads me out of my chair to the fainting couch. I lie down with my upper chest and head supported on the arm and my ass in the substantial wet spot. Bernadette crawls over me and takes a reverse cowgirl position on my proudly standing cock, sliding ever so slowly down my rigid pole to seat herself with a sigh.
Bernadette nods to Clarice before she begins working herself into a frenzy on my cock.
12
Finishing the Fashion Show
Bernadette continues to work herself into a lather until Darcie emerges in a workout outfit. We both stop, and I check Darcie out. Bernadette looks over her shoulder at me and we both nod to each other in agreement, which Clarice catches and notes down on her clipboard. Darcie smiles and hurries back behind the screens.
I sit up and lift Bernadette off me. I turn to put my feet on the floor, and then pull Bernadette forward to straddle my lap. I spread my knees to allow her to sink low enough to hilt in her. I lift her with one hand under her firm, round tushy, while I caress her breast and pull on her nipple gently. I kiss her hungry mouth and nibble on her neck as she moans.
Clarice calls out “Loungewear,” so we slow our pace to check out Darcie, who’s in a black silk, floral-print robe that almost reaches mid-thigh. I nod to Clarice and return my attention to Bernadette. We pick the intensity back up until her first orgasm hits. My lust for her rises as I feel her internal muscles flutter around me.
Bernadette gasps, “Oh, Goddess! Yes! Oh, Jack! Fuck me, Lord! Fuck me hard!” I continue to thrust up into her hot, wet quim.
“Hold onto me, Bernadette!” I growl at my lover.
She wraps her arms around me. I pull her to me by her lush ass as I stand. I turn, put a knee on the chaise and lay Bernadette back onto the seat with her head pointing opposite the chaise’s armrest.
I start a punishing pace, and I can hear Bernadette’s moisture squishing as I slam into her. “Yes, Jack. Use me! Use me harshly!” Given the relative angles of our bodies, each thrust rubs her G-spot hard.
She comes immediately, but I don’t stop. I gasp out rhythmically, “Are. You. My. Slut. Your. Grace?”
The sexy succubus nods vigorously. Her eyes are bright and wide, her mouth held in an ‘O’ shape as she moans. “Oh...oh...oh...oh…” She clamps down hard, and I feel hot juices flood her channel as she exclaims her release.
I pull out of her and roll her over. I lift her hips as she tries to find some sort of traction with her hands. I slide into her hot, wet pussy again. I do mean hot in the literal sense; Bernadette’s body feels feverish. I lean over her and murmur in her ear. “Just lay there and let me pleasure you, Your Grace. Let me serve you, dear lady.”
Clarice announces, “Loungewear!”
Darcie walks out wearing a loose-flowing, gold one-piece jumpsuit. It appears to run up to her neck like a halter top. It seems a little big on her, but I like the style. I reach under Bernadette and play with her clit while flexing my cock inside her, so that I can watch Darcie walk toward me with a smirk on her face. I nod. “Clarice, I like it, but it should have a closer fit.”
Clarice responds, “Yes, Lord. This one is Viktorija’s. We tried to pin it to get the fit as close as possible. We’re going to put her in a couple of others in different colors. The sizes are different on all of them.”
I nod as Bernadette moans, “Nnn..nnn...nnn…”
I tell Clarice. “It has promise. I’ll withhold judgment until I’ve seen the others, but I like the idea of the garment. Very retro.”
Clarice beckons Darcie to her, and Darcie moves to stand in front of Clarice. She looks over her shoulder at me and pulls her short hair up to reveal a metal clasp behind her neck. Clarice steps around and slides a finger under the clasp. It pops open, and the garment glides down Darcie’s torso to pool at her feet.
I stop diddling Bernadette momentarily as I’m taken in by the sight. Darcie steps out the garment, scoops it up, and blows me a kiss before trotting back behind the screen.
I finally find my voice. “Definitely, Clarice. Let’s figure out colors and get the fit right.”
Clarice nods her acknowledgement and makes notes on her clipboard as I bend over to kiss Bernadette between her shoulder blades as the fingers of my right hand resume their work. I begin to pound into the burning swamp inside her.
“Ye-ye-ye-YES!” exclaims the Grand Dame. Her flesh is on fire. Her muscles grip me tightly by my cock. Her skin somehow seems even silkier beneath my hands than it was before. Her motion changes. She appears to be shivering in place, but it feels like her hips are twisting and caressing me.
I fist Bernadette’s hair and pull her back into an arch. I snake my other hand around her torso and cup her generous breast, squeezing it as I drive home. Bernadette milks me urgently until…
“AAAAAH,” I groan. We collapse forward. Bernadette falls flat, her legs splaying, and I fall onto her back. I flex my abs to try to stay inside her, but the physics of it don’t work particularly well despite my contortions. I think only my head remains inside, and eventually it pops out, too. I lie on top of the otherworldly beauty, kissing her flesh as our mutual spasms and aftershocks subside.
After a while, I feel a hand on my shoulder. Clarice’s gentle voice queries, “Mistress? Lord? Are you prepared to continue?”
I get my knees under me and find a spot to place my hands to lever myself up. I get my wobbly legs in place as the robe falls around me. I take it off, and lay it across Bernadette.
I lean over and tell her, “Come sit in my lap when you are ready, Your Grace.” I kiss her cheek, and I see her smile as I take my seat.
Clarice bows next to me and begins to lean in. I place a gentle hand on her forehead to enforce distance as I hear Darcie call, “Clarice, don’t even!”
The pretty young girl stops pushing against my hand and launches off the floor to resume her post. I hear her murmur, “Thank you, Darcie. I lost it. I’m sorry.”
Darcie pops out slightly from behind the screen to wrap Clarice in a hug, and guides her behind the screen.
Bernadette moans and turns to look at me. Her eyes are alight—not with the supernatural red glow of a succubus’ hunger, but rather the glow of a well-sexed, satisfied woman. She’s devastatingly beautiful. I smirk at her and raise an eyebrow. Bernadette languidly lifts her hand from the floor and crooks a finger to call me to her.
I get up slowly; I’ve burned a lot of energy. Bernadette grins. She murmurs, “Com’ere, tiger. Help a lady up.”
I chuckle as I kneel next to her. I plant a kiss on her generous, moist lips and pull the robe off her before pulling her up into a seated position. I step around her and scoop her up into a bridal carry before I squat down and snag the robe. I carry her back to my wingback chair and set her on the ottoman. Then I sit, lean forward, and hoist her into my lap. I wrap the robe around her as Darcie struts out wearing a mint green, pastel-ish version of the jumpsuit.
Darcie walks up and kisses Bernadette’s cheek before claiming my mouth. Her lips release mine, and she struts back. “It was so hot to see you two together,” she says over her shoulder.
I tell Clarice, “That color works. The fit is better, too.”
