Sexy as Hell Box Set (35 page)

“That’s good, slave, because I will use them whether you want me to or not. The spikes, ah, the sinners have paid for bloodshed this night and we shall make sure they have some, yes?”

Victor gasped. “Bloodshed? Oh, God, I can’t—”

“Oh, will you
shh?” I smiled. My poor man… “Blood play is quite popular, you know. Now. Be. Quiet.”

Lovisa
twirled the flogger in the air, the strands fanning out in an arc. “Now, sinners, can you see what we have here? What is here for Halsten?”

She stepped to a chunky metal table, which was on castors, a foot-long glass dildo attached to one of the longer edges. It jutted upwards, at an angle, the table and fake cock a perfect height for
Halsten’s arse. Glass bollocks hung down and looked as delicate as the real thing, like they were water-filled transparent sacs.

“Turn the table around, slave, the opposite way to what it is now.”

Halsten obeyed, his flaccid dick swaying heavily.

“What the fuck,” Victor breathed, “is that? He’s never going to…it’s not going to fit up—”

“Watch,” I whispered.

“Now,”
Lovisa said. “Secure the table so it does not roll.”

She slapped his arse with the flogger.
Halsten hadn’t been expecting it—she normally waited until later to hit him—and his reaction was a yell of surprise. As he went down on his knees, she struck him every time he snapped a table leg lock in place. He grunted, as did Victor, although for quite different reasons, I imagined.

Lovisa
pointed the flogger at Halsten. “Stay on your knees and come here.”

He shuffled until he knelt in front of her, side-on to the audience. She trailed the flogger over his cock. It jumped, grew a little.

“Get the chain,” she said, “And put the ring on.”

Victor was breathing heavily. I was sad I hadn’t shown him the pleasure of a ring, and I turned to watch Victor as
Halsten slid it to the base of his now-growing cock. Victor was biting his bottom lip, gripping the armrests, eyes wide.

“Tighten it,”
Lovisa snapped.

Victor inhaled sharply, eyes going even wider, and I knew
Halsten had probably tightened the ring to the point that it appeared to be cutting into his skin.

“Look at the size of him,” Victor muttered. “How the hell does a little woman like that…?”

I smiled again then turned to watch the proceedings.

“Yes, what a beautiful cock,”
Lovisa said. “It has got very big with the ring and will fill my cont nicely.”

“They’re going to fuck in front of us, aren’t they?” Victor asked, leaning forward.

I ignored him.

“Turn around,”
Lovisa said, “and show the sinners how you like your erection kissed and licked and sucked.”

Halsten
stood behind the table and stared down at the dildo for a moment. Then he eased out his tongue and bent forward to lick all over the balls. He laved up the shaft, wetting every bit of it before sinking the tip into his mouth. Victor groaned quietly. Halsten took more, his lips halfway down now, then stopped. I could feel the tip against the back of my throat as if I were the one doing the sucking. He pulled up then plunged back down again, setting a fast rhythm. Head and cock bobbing, the latter growing by the second.

“That is it,”
Lovisa said. “That is how I suck you, except I do it”—she struck his arse with the flogger—“
harder!
”

His stifled moan and him jerking his hips forward, had the dildo popping out of his mouth.

“Do not stop!” Lovisa ordered, treating him to another swipe—then another and another.

His arse was undoubtedly blooming pink, darker where the tiny spiked balls had bitten into him. He sucked on, and Victor let out a long, shuddering sigh. I glanced sideways and, by the light coming through the window, saw a telling bulge in his jeans. Once again he’d been turned on by another man—or perhaps it was
Lovisa being so dominant.

“That is enough,”
Lovisa said. “We get the idea. Stand and face me.”

Halsten
gave one last pull up on the dildo then stood, red-faced and panting. His fingers twitched, and I wondered whether it was because he wanted to grab hold of himself to relieve the ache that was surely menacing his cock.

Lovisa
circled him. “Ah, some blood has risen under the skin, sinners. This is delightful, yes?” She paused for a beat. “But you have paid for more, and more I shall give you. Halsten, show the good sinners your backside.”

He walked to stand in front of the table and displayed his arse.

“It is not red enough,” she said. “That is what
I
think. What do
you
think?” she asked, staring through the window.

“Looks bloody red enough to me,” Victor muttered.

Shouts of “More!” and “Blood!” were shouted from the other rooms.

“Just as I had suspected,”
Lovisa said.

She moved to stand beside him and thwacked his arse several times in quick succession.
Halsten bucked, jolted, his knees jerking, arse colour changing dramatically. Lovisa gave him a few more whacks, and he flung his arms out in front of him, fingers star-shaped, and belted out an almighty roar. She drew her arm back then brought the flogger down again in a particularly vicious strike. At last blood was shed, tiny trickles of it beading on his skin, welling to form fat droplets that sat there gloopy and shiny. Several over-weighted themselves and ran downwards, slipping from his arse cheeks to the tops of his thighs.

I looked at Victor.

He’d gone pale.

Other customers cheered, groaned, let out sounds of pleasure.

“Now then,” Lovisa said, drawing my attention back to her, “it is time.” She put the flogger on top of the table, opened a drawer underneath and took out some lube. She removed the lid, then leaned over the table to slather the cock with it. “Go and stand in front of the cock with your back to it.”

Halsten
walked slowly, a shuffle that told how much his arse was hurting. He groaned and winced, but the sound had been one of satisfaction, as though every time he moved the pain resurfaced, reminding him of the pleasure she’d given him while flogging. I knew how that felt—my arse had grazed the sheets during the night and the pain had pulled me from sleep, made me relive my spanking.

“Sit on it!”
Lovisa ordered.

Halsten
presented us with his back, and he reversed slowly, stopping when the dildo touched the skin at the top of his crack. He gripped the table edge, lifted himself a little, and the tip disappeared into that dark valley, looking all the more shocking for the brilliant red smears of blood on his pale skin.

“That is right,”
Lovisa crooned, “but you must take it all. I suspect not a bit of it is inside you yet. Sit on that cock and fuck it!”

I stared in wonder as he pushed down on the glass. His rim opened around it like a greedy mouth, his crack spreading wider the lower he went. He keened, long and low, and planted his hands on his thighs. The dildo appeared invisible by the time he’d gone right down to the base, his arse a gaping black hole. Lube had collected around its girth, wetting his skin either side so it glistened.

“It is all in, and feels good, yes?” she asked, standing in front of him. “And now you will stop this bending over nonsense and lift your body. Ah, that changes the feel, I know this. That is it, rise some more.”

Halsten
panted through his movement.

“I shall shift the table now, slave, a side view for the next act.”

Lovisa walked around unsnapping the locks, then slowly turned the table, giving Halsten enough time to follow, the dildo still in place. She relocked the legs, and Halsten looked for all the world as though he was just leaning casually against the table edge.

“That cock of yours,” she said, giving it a little slap with her palm, “is about ready now to go in my cont.”

The audience cheered.

Victor didn’t. He stood, paced back and forth, his hand sheltering his eyes. “She’s too small compared to him. I don’t think I can watch. If she’s going to stand in front of him and he’s going to stick it to her up the arse—”

“Just watch, will you?” I said, thinking that he really wasn’t aware how accommodating a woman’s pussy could be. How it adapted to size.

He lowered his hand, rubbed his chest then put his fingertips on the little sill below the window, nose
almost
pressed to the glass, just the position I’d thought he’d end up in. It really was too fascinating
not
to stand up there. Fascination had certainly gripped me when I’d watched them for the first time, a mixture of horror, curiosity and sexual sensations careening through me.

Lovisa
climbed onto the table beside him and reached across to put her hands on his shoulders. She leaned over, then moved one leg so she straddled him, braced above his erection with her knees on the table and her hands linked behind his neck.

“Can you all see, sinners?” she asked. “Can you see how his cock is waiting for my
cont?”

Various replies were called out.

Victor shook his head. “She’s never going to sit on him while he’s still got that monster up his arse, is she?”

I didn’t feel the need to answer—he would see soon enough.

Lovisa plunged down. Halsten roared, her weight on him pushing his arse right into the table. His knuckles whitened as he increased his grip on the edge, and as his wife rode him, he let his head drop back. She kissed his neck, licked it, sucked his earlobes, all the while the symphony of his pleasure coming out as melodious groans. She stared down at where they joined, and after he’d panted a few times, he straightened his arms to give himself leverage. As she pulled up, he raised off the dildo, and as she drove down, so did he. I noted how it was actually him directing the speed and rhythm, bending then straightening his arms again and again. They were in tandem, him fucking her cunt while his arse was plundered.

I’d thought about doing this particular act myself but knew the pressure in my backside was something I wouldn’t be able to handle—for me that glass dildo was huge. But
Halsten had said once that his arse could take a fist and half of Lovisa’s arm—the table with its attachment was nothing.

It was time to get Victor going.

“How do you feel, Victor?” I asked, rising to stand behind him.

“I…I don’t know.” He sucked in a deep breath and held it.

“Well,” I said, reaching around to undo his jeans, draw down the zipper then release his hard cock. “You’re clearly enjoying the show…”

He blew out his breath. “Yes, but—“

“No buts, just admit that you’re turned on. It doesn’t matter”—I fondled his cock with one hand while caressing his balls with the other—“what sex you’re watching—male or female—so long as it gets you off. Would you like us to do that?” I asked, wishing I hadn’t. What if he said yes? Later I’d have to say we couldn’t. Ever.

“Without that up my arse…that’s just too much, it being rigid on the table like that. No give.”

“How about a strap-on? Would you like me to put a pretend cock on and fuck you with it? Maybe Fifi will join in—you could fuck her at the same time, would that do it for you? Fucking and being fucked?”

“Shit, I don’t know, I…”

Halsten bellowed, Lovisa shrieked. They were coming close to climax.

“Oh, would you look at that,” I said, wanking him hard, the side of my hand hitting the wall. “See how he slides in and out of her?”

“Christ…” he said. “This is…fuck, Mistress, please, just make me come…”

I let go of his cock, slid in front of him, and knelt. “Shove it in my mouth. Imagine you’re him and my mouth is my
cont,
slave…”

He glanced down and closed his eyes. He was pale and there was slick of sweat over the rise of his cheeks.

“Watch them while you fuck my mouth. Tell me what they’re doing,” I said.

He jerked his hips forward, sliding his length between my lips. I pulled hard to get good suction and basically allowed him to do all the work as I massaged his arse. He set the speed, panting hard, and I circled his arsehole to give him the sensation he had something up there. I wished I’d remembered to bring a butt plug. Now would have been a great moment to just shove it inside him.

“Oh, God, he’s…fuck, he’s biting her tits,” Victor managed. “He’s licking them, sucking her nipples…into his mouth so hard that… Rearing back, pulling on them so they’re all long and…Christ, oh, Christ, I’m going to—”

His ejaculation flooded my mouth, great bursts of it filling, filling, filling, and I swallowed just in time before another spurt replaced it. He thrust harder, my head smacking into the wall, and lowered one hand to fist my hair. Tugging with force, he grunted, and I let go of his arse to ram one hand between my legs. I started coming after only two strokes to my clit and continued to frig myself throughout the pulses and waves. I felt used, wonderfully and utterly used, and closed my eyes to ride out the sensations. My eyes stung—oh, God, I was going to miss this…
him
—and I swallowed the last of his offering.