A very naughty sex story...
"Maison de Rouge," erotica by M. M. Lindstrom
“Strip,” she commanded, both her manner and voice brisk.
I hesitated. I began to question my decision in booking a week-long stay at Maison de Rouge. It had seemed a good idea at the time, as I sat in front of the computer with my tear stained eyes trying not to think about Kurt.
“Strip. Now.”
I obeyed. As I reached around to unfasten my bra, Madame Blanc circled around me, eyeing my body expertly. I tried to keep from trembling, tried to ignore the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. What had I done? Why was I here?
“Panties too,” Madame Blanc barked.
I slid them down, feeling exposed and awkward in front of another woman. She clucked her tongue and frowned as she saw my pubic hair. Since Kurt had left me, I had stopped shaving.
“In there.” Madame Blanc pointed at a shower stall. “Shave. You have six minutes.”
I stepped into the shower. There was no curtain or door to hide behind, away from Madame Blanc’s perpetual stare.
I tried to shave only a small amount, I had never been one to go hairless, but Madame Blanc would have none of it. She waved her hand in a motion that meant I should continue. After my six minutes were up, Madame Blanc ran a cold hand along my pussy, feeling for any stubble.
“This will have to do. Next time, I want it smoother.”
I nodded, swallowing. Why on Earth had I decided to come here?
Madame Blanc seemed to sense my hesitation. “You’re here to have your fantasies come true. They will. Now, put these on.” She held out a pair of paten leather stilettos.
I cast a look about the room for a towel, but there was none to be seen. I took the shoes, still soaking wet, my hair tangled about my shoulders, and dripping between my breasts. I slipped my feet into the stilettos, feeling both silly and sexy at the same time.
Madame Blanc led me out of the shower, naked save for my shoes, and into the hall. I kept my eyes averted, trained on the floor as we passed people. I could feel their eyes on me. I jumped, embarrassed when a man slapped my ass as he walked by. What was I doing? I chided myself. Stupid, stupid, stupid. No. I need this, I inwardly whined. I’m a slut. Nothing but a slut.
Madame Blanc brought me to the resort’s foyer, and stopped in front of something that looked like a massage table, only it wasn’t quite long enough.
“Lay your torso, face down on this,” she said, her voice quiet, but full of authority. I knew to obey this woman, no matter what she told me to do.
I bent over and placed my face into the cushioned hole of the table, my ass up in the air. I felt Madame’s hands running down my legs, toward my ankles. She pulled at them, and I responded by spreading my legs wide for her. I felt something metallic fastened to my ankles. My legs were now held apart, leaving my newly shaven pussy open and exposed, and in full view of the front door. Anyone who walked into the resort would have an immediate view of my asshole and cunt. I felt dazed. I couldn’t quite believe that I was here, that I was doing this.
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My arms were next. Madame Blanc stretched them up over my head, and placed each hand on something that felt like a handle. She cuffed my wrists in place.
“Enjoy your stay, Jocelyn,” Madame Blanc chuckled and walked away.
I don’t know how long I was there, wondering every time I heard voices or footsteps if someone was going to do something to me. I did not know what to expect. I had never done anything like this. I was Jocelyn McKinley, predictable and safe. I went through alternating waves of shame, embarrassment and arousal.
I heard someone come up behind me. I inhaled sharply. I heard the sound of a zipper. The walls of my pussy contracted in anticipation. I held my breath.
Fuck me, fuck me.
All at once he thrust into me. I gasped at the feel of him. He felt huge. His girth was incredible, and he wasn’t too long. I could feel my pussy stretch to accommodate his pulsing cock. I bit my lip in pain. I was not quite wet enough to take him, but he did not seem to care. He shoved and shoved into me, without any notice or care about me. I was a vessel. I was release.
I was horrified. What was I doing letting a stranger fuck me? But a part of me squealed in delight. Let him fuck you, it said. Let everyone here fuck you, you dirty, little slut.
He did not take long. He pulled out of me at the last minute, spraying his hot cum on the small of my back, and then he left me.
I realized he hadn’t worn a condom, something I would never normally do. Even though I knew we had all been screened and tested at the resort’s medical center, habit was habit.
It thrilled me. My pussy throbbed for more.
The next person to find me gave my ass a hard slap before walking away. From the click of heels, I determined it had been a woman. My pussy was now slick and wet. I could feel moisture dripping down my inner thigh. Oh, I wanted to be fucked again. That man’s quick tryst had whetted my appetite. Like a cat in heat, I arched my back and wiggled my hips, inviting someone to enter me.
I heard a chuckle from somewhere over to my right. “You want some attention, pet?” This man’s voice was low and raspy. My breath quickened. “I’ll give you some attention.”
He slipped a finger between my pussy’s lips, then a second and a third. “Mmm, you’re nice and wet. Just what I want.”
I cast away any remaining inhibitions and began rocking my hips, trying to ride his fingers. He laughed.
“Do you want me to fuck you, honey?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, my voice muffled by the table.
“Yes to what?”
“Yes, I want you to fuck me,” I cried. I heard my voice reverberate throughout the large, high ceilinged foyer.
He grabbed my hips and slammed his cock into me. He was smaller than the first man, but I was petite, and he fit comfortably inside of me. My pussy stung a bit from the stretching it had gone through with the other guy, but it felt good. I moaned with pleasure as this new cock slid from tip to balls, in and out. I tried squirming, but he held my hips firmly in place. I wanted him to reach around and run his fingers over my clit and bring me into oblivion, but his large hands stayed on my hips, his calluses rasping at my skin. I whimpered at his refusal to let me orgasm. He was toying with me.
He was forceful, each thrust penetrating deeply, banging against my upper vaginal wall, but he was also slow. Agonizingly slow. Whenever he pulled his cock back so he could shove himself back inside me, he let it trail out at a snail pace. My body trembled in ecstasy.
“Faster,” I said, breathless. I was surprised at my tone. I was begging.
He slapped my ass. Hard. My eyes teared up from the sting.
“Don’t speak,” he growled.
I kept my silence, and let him tease me.
He came inside of me, his cock spasmed and he grunted sporadically.
“Thanks for the fun, honey,” he finally said, leaving me frustrated. I could have sworn he was laughing.
Almost immediately after he left me, another cock was in me. This one felt long and thin, perhaps slightly crooked. I wondered, and half hoped, if there was a line forming behind me. A line of cocks ready to fuck Jocelyn McKinley senseless.
“Make me cum,” I begged. I couldn’t bear it any longer. I needed release, and I needed it now. “Play with my clit.”
The man obliged, reaching around and lightly pinched my clit between his thumb and forefinger. I moaned and rocked my hips against him, wanting him to slam into me. He sensed my urgency and rode me faster. My breathing took on staccato rhythm, catching every time he entered me. I felt my orgasm building, my back arched.
He grabbed my hair with his fee hand and pulled my head back. By doing so, I could now see my audience of ten or so people. There was a man in an armchair, stroking himself as he watched me take it. I met his eyes squarely, not feeling embarrassment any longer. Looking at him, knowing he was enjoying what he was seeing, aroused my further.
“Harder!” I yelled, my eyes still locked with the man in the chair.
Whoever it was who was fucking me, crashed into me, picking up both speed and strength. The man in the chair licked his lips, his eyes closed. I watched as his hand matched to our speed. I wanted to take his cock in my mouth. I wanted to suck him dry. Instead, the man taking me from behind released my hair, and all I could see was the floor beneath me.
The fingers on my clit became more insistent. My pussy contracted and my long awaited orgasm exploded. I screamed.
Later in the day, after several more orgasms and partners, Madame Blanc came to collect me. I was exhausted, my body bruised. I knew I would wake up sore in the morning.
“How are you enjoying your stay so far?” Madame Blanc asked as she released me from the table.
I grinned wickedly. “Very much.”
Originally published September 2010