Secrets Inc. Display Me Page 2
“How many times have you done this?” She was not sure she wanted to know but had to ask.
“Everything is first. I planned out our entire day, down to moving the bed. No other woman has even used my shower.” He smiled that naughty boy smile that made her cream. “I have gotten blow jobs in public. I like it. Not where there are kids around or anything, but I like others seeing me get pleasure. I think you like it, too.”
Never had she admitted how much she enjoyed others watching her naked body. It did not matter if it was a man or woman, as long as they saw her. She wanted to be wanted, desired. She was not exactly experienced, so her escapades consisted of occasionally sunbathing. She found that she often made love in front of windows. Her ex had scolded her several times for this. She had never met a man who knew her desires or embraced them so.
“Get on the bed for me.” He retrieved that odd red vial from the living room and opened the cap. “You still owe me a show.”
She obeyed him, relished the idea. She spread her legs before he even asked. His nimble fingers opened her pussy; spread her lips, and this she also enjoyed. She was vulnerable, naked, but he didn’t rush things.
He raised the vial above her clit and let four drops fall onto it. Her body immediately heated. The scent of cherries filled the room. Her nipples throbbed with want. She didn’t know what had been in that vial, but it seemed to have put her into a heat, a sexual madness.
“Come for me.”
Josh sat on the foot of the bed, she at the head, still open, air hitting her privates and making the oil he had placed grow hotter. Her body ached to be touched. She had never masturbated for a man but always wanted to. It was something she had been told was wrong, especially by her boyfriend.
“Touch yourself. Believe me, this is the tamest thing you’ll be doing tonight.”
She complied, barely making contact with her pussy, touching the hairs. It felt good though, so she slid her fingers closer to the wet folds. He watched, licked his lips as her fingers slid into her moist hole. That was nice, but not as nice as the way he ate her pussy. She liked that and tried to use her fingers to imitate what he had done with that wicked tongue of his. It felt good. She even liked the sight of her hands touching her. Her body was so open, so exposed. This was what she had always wanted, what she longed for. She rubbed her pussy harder, touched her nipples with her other hand.
“Come for me, Gwen.”
Josh pulled out his cock. It was huge, hard; so very hard. He stroked it, squeezed his balls. A drop of dew clung to the tip, making her ache to lick it away.
“Fuck me,” Gwen moaned, surprised by the need in her.
“The first time I fuck you, it will be with twenty people watching you come. Would you like that? All those people watching that hot little body of yours come.”
That’s all it took. She did come, her hips quivering. The release did not satiate her though. She wanted his cock buried in her. It was depraved, but she did want a room full of people seeing her fucked.
“Good girl,” he said smiling.
He stood, his cock still hard, poking from his unzipped pants. He pulled a box from under the bed and handed it to her. He had planned today. The box had a single bow on it. She opened it and found an off-white dress.
Gwen pulled it out and held it in front of her. The material was thin, slinky. She could not tell where the front was until she saw the tag. This dress had two strips in front, designed to display her breasts outer edge and keep her nipples barely concealed. The back also only had the straps but went to a low V at her ass. It was also slightly see through.
“You want me to wear this tonight?”
“I won’t embarrass you. I promise. The place where I’m taking you…well… that’s very appropriate attire.”
Chapter Three
She showered then slid the dress over her body. It fit her tightly. She looked in the mirror and saw her nipples clearly visible through the fabric. Josh had also made it clear that she was not to wear underwear. The only items he wanted her to wear with the dress were thigh highs and heels.
Just wearing such a sexy outfit aroused her. She wanted to get fucked, but Josh would not allow that yet. He had plans for their first night, wicked plans she loved but would never have spoken out loud.
“Ready.” Josh stood in the bedroom, wearing a suit, every part of his body covered.
“Why aren’t you half naked?” She tensed as her pussy warmed again. Whatever oil he had put on her worked as some aphrodisiac.
“I will be, when I have you at dinner.”
He tossed her the keys, and they were off. He wanted her to drive. As soon as they were on the interstate and away from town traffic, he slid the straps of her dress down, letting her bare breasts be seen, not that they weren’t seen through the dress. He then made good on his word, licking her pussy.
Gwen found herself driving near taller vehicles. Josh sensed this, leaning back, spreading her. She would swerve, almost come, but he wouldn’t let her. He was a terrible tease, not letting up until he directed her off the interstate.
They pulled into a parking garage. He told her to go lower, circling down to the D level. There sat a guard in a pillbox, a yellow arm blocking the rest of the garage. He stepped out and took a look at them.
“I’m Josh. I have a special reservation.”
“Yes, sir.” The guard handed Josh a card then raised the yellow bar.
“What’s that all about?”
“Has there ever been a time you felt like you didn’t belong? Like maybe you were special?”
“I don’t know. I guess.”
“Well, Gwen, you are. You are my mate, and I’m going to show you your magic.”
He told her to park in an underground lot one level down from the guard. There were several other cars parked there. She found a space not far from a door in the concrete building.
“This is the place.”
Josh came around and opened her door. Together they walked to the door, which was marked “Exhibition Level for Secrets, Inc.” She remembered the name from the flyer that had been slid under her door. Josh had to have gotten the same flyer because he had asked to see hers, not that she would ever call such a place.
Another odd thing struck her. There were strange images engraved in the glass and around the door. A few she knew were pentagrams, others looked like moons, and some were odd interconnected lines.
They stepped inside a cool dark space. A beautiful older woman greeted them from a hostess desk. She was dressed and suddenly Gwen felt stupid for her immodest clothing.
“Are you sure this is the right place?” she whispered.
“Positive.”
After the hostess confirmed their reservations, she led them through the next door. That was when she knew they were in the correct place. A stage sat in the middle of a variety of restaurant style booths. On the stage, a woman was fucking herself with a dildo. Rhinestones had been glued on her body, creating a sparkling effect as she orgasmed under the lights. Her breasts were small, hardly bigger than a man’s, but the way she moved was beautiful.
“Oh my. I had no idea places like this existed.” Her clit pulsed again, immediately aroused by the open display.
“Relax. I’ve been told the food is excellent.”
The hostess seated them in a booth to the side. Except for the show on the stage, the place looked like a regular restaurant. She looked around and found most people just eating and talking. A few were engaged in carnal acts, love for all to see.
“What would you like to eat tonight?”
“I don’t know. Why don’t you order for me?”
She had always wanted to be displayed doing the primal things others pretended they never enjoyed. Let the world watch them. Here, here she thought it was okay and reached over to unzip his pants. She paused there, just before reaching inside to pull out his cock. She needed his approval. Josh nodded, and she brought the half stiff cock from his pants.
; Gwen stretched her mouth wide, bringing the shaft as far as she could into her mouth. It grew rigid and took her a moment to adjust to the feeling of it in her mouth. She brought it out, rolled her tongue across the head, then sucked.
The waitress came to the table. Gwen saw her and slowed. Josh acted as if there was nothing out of the ordinary going on, except for the occasional deep exhale when she lapped at the head of his penis. The waitress looked down. Instead of a look of disgust, she licked her own lips.
“Talented girlfriend you have there. I hope to see more of you later.”
With that the waitress took the order and left. Josh tensed, grabbed the back of her head, and pulled her up. She had never seen a man more turned on. He pushed the menus out of the way and patted the top of the table.
“You want me there?” She felt her pussy grow wetter. She had always fantasized about this.
She slid from the seat and sat on the table. Josh circled her, pulling at the straps of her dress until both her breasts were visible to everyone in the room. She looked around, caught a few watching, waiting to see what would happen next. Josh placed his lips on her nipple, suckling the tip. More people began to look at them; at his head at her chest, her other breast so exposed. Josh switched sides, licking the other nipple gently then giving small bites to the underside of her breast. Damn it felt good, and she stifled a moan.
Gwen was his prize. As he pushed her back onto the small table, another sensation grew in her, a tingling beyond sexual. It was as if someone tapped a spring, a trickle of power, confidence. She had no idea how to describe it.
“You’re finding your magic. I can feel it.” He said these things from her breasts, taking his time, using her like some exotic dish. “Enjoy becoming.”
She had no idea what that meant, nor did she care as he went lower, kissing her ribs. She knew he would eat her pussy. That had been his focus during their play. Few men would go down, but all wanted a woman to suck them. It felt so good to have his mouth there, so she let him have his way with her. He lifted the thin material of her dress, pushing it over her ass. Never before had she felt so vulnerable yet alive as his mouth attacked her pussy, sending thrills over her skin.
More eyes were on her. Some had stopped eating to watch her, watch her body being manipulated. One man stood next to his table and pulled out his cock, jerking off to their performance. She looked down at Josh’s head, his eyes closed, mouth hungrily licking her slit.
“Fuck me, please,” she begged.
Her calls attracted more attention, and she loved it. Josh pulled down his pants, brought his hard cock from the fabric and slid it into her pussy. He was so large, so thick pushing into her folds. Her body strained, stretched to meet his girth.
Gwen brought her hips up, tried to meet him, but he was so damn big. Pleasure grew in her core immediately. She fought the orgasm as he slammed his cock into her. She tried not to come. All at once it hit her, surging through her body. Her vision sparkled. For a minute, she thought she was floating. Every inch of her skin tingled.
“Josh,” she cried out, wanting the room to know the man’s name that could do this to her.
The orgasm brought tears to her eyes. She sunk her nails into his shirt, wishing like hell it was his skin. Her thighs gripped him as the longest, hardest orgasm rolled through her. He wasn’t far after her. Hot seed filled her pussy, and still her orgasm stole her breath. For a moment, she thought she would pass out; then, her body slowed, quivering like jelly beneath Josh.
Chapter Four
Her thighs were so wet from their coupling. She sat there, finishing her dinner and wondering what Josh would do to her next. He had promised a surprise, a naked surprise. The suspense pricked her spine.
After their lovemaking, a waitress cleaned the table and put a candle on the top along with bread and wine. Fifteen minutes later their food arrived, and it was very good. Gwen also noticed the stage empty, no more masturbation to enjoy. What a pity.
“The candle is lovely,” she commented unsure what to say.
She looked at the white candle, stared at the dancing orange and yellow. At once the flame drifted toward her, released from its wick and dancing across the table toward her. She watched it float on nothing but air.
“What the hell?”
This made Josh laugh, and the flame that was suspended in midair, dropped to the table, going out in the remains of her dinner. If she had not witnessed it, she never would have believed it.
“I told you that we were awakening your magic.”
“At the time, I was a little too preoccupied to listen.”
He glanced at his watch, almost as if timing their dinner. “You won’t believe me if I tell you.”
“I’d like to know.”
“Do me a favor. Stare at the candle and think of a spark, the smell, the look. Try it.”
Gwen did. It sounded stupid, but part of her thought that something in his words held the truth. She watched the candle, thought of a spark, then a flame. She could almost smell a match being struck, and then the tip of the candle burst into flame.
“Josh?” She was frightened now.
“Centuries ago, there were people with magic, special people. Unfortunately, others hurt them. Some were burned as witches, others were murdered in their sleep, and all because outsiders didn’t understand. At some point, our people scattered across the globe.” He sipped his wine, seemingly disturbed by his fantastic tale. “Every generation more of the magic dies. There have been a few to realize this. Instead of hoping fate brings us our correct mate, several of us went in search of our true loves. That’s why I’ve found you. Tapping into your deepest sexual fantasy, taps into that primitive part of your brain, the side that remembers the lives before. I’m awakening you, so we can have a life together and strengthen our kind.”
“I don’t know if I can accept that.” It was too impossible to believe, even if she had manipulated the candle.
“That’s okay. You will.”
He smiled as three people came to the table, two women and a man. The woman reached out to him, and Josh handed his jacket, tie, and then his shirt. She finally got to see her Josh naked as he stripped off his pants. He was muscular and lean. She could hardly wait for what they would do next.
“What’s going on?”
“You’re going to be center stage.”
One of the women started undressing, along with the man. The second woman simply collected their things, like a strange hat-check girl. The naked woman had clamps on her nipples, and the man sported a cock ring holding his erection in place.
“These are the rules,” started the dressed woman. “No clothing allowed on stage. You may wear your stockings and heels. Nothing more. Josh, I’ve got the hot oil ready, and it’s on stage.”
“Josh?”
“Trust me.”
The naked couple led her to the stage. Josh followed but didn’t climb the steps, only sat in a chair closest to it. He was naked, his erection pointing straight up as if being naked there were only natural. The man and woman led her up to the pole then raised her hands above her head. It did not occur to her to protest until she felt the cold metal around her wrist and the colder pole at her back.
“I’m not sure about this.”
Music played, and her clit throbbed again, yearning, wanting something forbidden. It was as if Josh cast a spell over her. Suddenly, it was okay that two strangers dipped their hands into the oil and came to her. She arched to their touch as hot oil dripped from their hands and onto her naked flesh.
Four hands, both pairs belonging to strangers but she welcomed their touch. She was not sure why except that it pleased Josh. He watched her; the entire room watched her nipples grow slick with the sweet smelling oil. The couple rubbed her ass, took great lengths in coating her breasts. The woman slid between her thighs, rubbing oil from her ankles up to her pussy. Even there the woman rubbed then motioned the man to apply more oil. She spread Gwen’s pussy open as the man dropp
ed hot oil, some of it hitting her clit. More than just a drop or two fell. He kept putting more until her slit filled with it, and it ran down onto the other woman.
Josh watched all this. It was as if she were being prepared for him, presented like some slave in a foreign world. This was a foreign world to her, but she found that she liked the way the people stared at her, the oil, watched, almost wondering aloud what the woman would do between her thighs.
Her skin glistened in the lights. The couple was not finished with her yet. The woman rubbed her breasts over Gwen’s. The stranger’s nipple clamps were hot on Gwen’s naked chest. She also noticed the strange woman was shaved, her naked pussy displayed next to Gwen’s furry one. The woman coated her body in oil using Gwen’s flesh. She spread her naked pussy open and pressed it to Gwen’s furry one, rubbing more oil between them. While this happened, the man oiled her ass, dropped oil into her asshole. For a moment, she thought the stranger would fuck her. His hard cock stayed at her crack, almost wanting inside, pushing against her but never into her.
Through all this, Josh smiled, enjoying the strange display of flesh. She was so aroused by the skin touching her. The mix of male chest, cock and balls combined with the soft female breasts and bare pussy. She watched it all, watched what was being done to her. Then, Josh stood and walked up the stage.
The woman went to him, oiling his cock with her hands then sliding his cock between her breasts. No jealousy entered Gwen’s mind. Her body was on fire with desire, and even their display made her pussy damp with want.
“Present her to me.”
The strange man stood behind her, raising her while the woman reached from the side and spread open Gwen’s pussy to Josh. Four hands held her, presenting her to Josh. The idea, the very visual of a stranger’s hands touching her pussy, opening her, shot maddened lusts through her body.
Josh slid between her thighs, pushing that cock back inside her. She moaned. That sweet precipice calling her, the hands, the bodies. This was not what she should do, but she loved handing over control and living out her secret fantasies. She came instantly, but that did not hurry Josh’s game. The woman lifted Gwen’s breast slightly, offering it to Josh, and he suckled while moving in and out of Gwen’s pussy. He acted unaware that her body trembled with the aftermath of such amazing sex.