Slippery When Wet: A Novel (Zane Presents) (10 page)

I lift my flute. “To endless possibilities.”

She takes a flute from a sterling silver tray as a sever waltzes by. “And never-ending orgasms.”

“Ooh, I like the sound of that.”

Our glasses clink.

Thirty minutes later, after twenty minutes of luxuriating in the sauna, I am stepping out of a steamy shower into my personal chamber—one of many individual rooms assigned to clients to ensure their privacy—wrapped in a luxurious pink robe, being greeted by a gorgeous, naked woman with, smooth chestnut-colored skin, standing in a pair of red ankle-strap stiletto Louboutins.

Her hair is cut short and sassy with streaks of blonde highlights. Her breasts are full with large, thick, pierced nipples. There’s a large, round bed in the center of the room. Large oil paintings of pierced tongues, labias, and clits done in hues of pinks and purples adorn the hot pink walls. “Hello, Miasha.” She greets me with a slight Spanish accent. “I am Anya, one of your masseuses for today. You can remove your robe, then lie down on your stomach.”

I smile, untying my robe.

Her sparkling green eyes drink in every inch of my Pilates and gym-sculpted body as my robe slides off my shoulders and drops to the floor. She licks her lips, keeping her gaze on me as I walk over to the bed, crawl onto the middle of it, then lay on my stomach.

My body shivers in eagerness as the mattress dips from the weight of Anya. She hasn’t even touched me, yet, and my pussy lips are already quivering. I inhale her spicy scent, pressing my aching clit into the cool white sheets, wanting…no, needing, instant relief.

“Relax,” she says, her breath warm and tickly on my flesh. “You have a beautiful ass.” She softly brushes a hand over each cheek, then lightly grazes her fingertips over them. I moan. “It’s so soft. I can’t wait to slide my tongue in it. Spread your legs.”

I gasp as she inches between my thighs, drizzling warm, scented oil over my skin. Her soft hands melt into my flesh, massaging the kinks, gliding all over—neck, shoulders, back, ass, hamstrings, calves, soles of my feet, then back up again. Her warm, oily hands leave my body slick. She parts my ass cheeks, mounts me, then grinds her clit onto my tailbone, her breasts pressed flat against my back.

“Oooh, the crack of your ass feels so good on my clit. I’m gonna cum into your crack and then lick your ass.” I wind my hips. The heat from her pussy warming my ass causes sparks to ignite between my own legs. She reaches under me, cups a hand over my own throbbing sex and fingers me.

“And your pussy’s so wet.”

“Oooh, yes.” I match her thrusts, humping and pumping. I can feel her heartbeat thumping, racing with intent, against my back. She is on the verge of climax. “Yes, come on me. Oooh, yes, let me feel your hot juices splash on my ass and drip down into my asshole. Oooh, yesss…give it to me…”

She grunts. Her fingers rapidly dip in and out of my slick heat as she rides my ass, grinding her clit into me as if it were a dick. I clench my thighs and ass cheeks together. She keeps humping me until her body trembles and warm cream creeps out of her pussy, and slides into the crack of my ass. She trembles for a few seconds, catches her breath, then lifts up from me, sliding down between my opened legs and pulling open my ass. Her warm tongue slithers in a line up my crack, licking up and down, lapping up her juices. Then she slowly circles my asshole with the tip of her tongue.

I bite into my bottom lip, surrendering, giving into the intense
sensation as she works her heated tongue into my asshole. My hips begin to pump, slowly grinding my clit into the mattress.

“Uhhh…oooh, yes…”

My moans begin to echo around the sparsely furnished room as an orgasm swells, then gushes out of me.

“Turn over,” she says low and husky, her voice thick with desire. “It’s time for you to get your money’s worth. Are you ready?”

I turn over on my back, my heart racing, my pussy pulsing. “Yes. Give it to me. All of it.”

I draw my legs up to my chest and clasp the back of my knees, spreading open my cum-sodden cunt and giving the sexy Latina ample access to my sweet treasure. With eager fingers, she spreads open my lush, swollen lips and plunges her tongue inside.

I moan, arching my back. As she’s swiping my clit with her tongue, my pussy starts to contract. I murmur softly, pinching my own nipples that have suddenly become hard, brown pebbles of excitement. Hot cream trickles out of my cunt, her curled tongue darting in and out, in and out, to retrieve it.

She sucks my clit like it’s a piece of hard candy, teasing it with the tip of her tongue. “Oh, yes…suck my clit…mmmm…oooh…” I grab her head, clenching my thighs so she can’t move.

“Mmmm,” she moans into my sex, licking, lapping, dipping and darting her tongue, swirling it all around my center. “Your creamy pussy tastes so…sweet.”

She sticks a finger in, then another, into my wetness. My eyes flutter close. Oh, god, I love the sounds of my wet pussy being fucked by fingers. “Mmmph…give me another…”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Give me more. Oooh…”

She fucks me with steady thrusts, gliding in and out of me in swift, slippery motions. Two fingers become three, three fingers now become four. I gasp and whimper, enjoying the sensation of
having my pussy stretched. I can feel another orgasm building. I moan in my throat as my cunt clamps around her hand.

“That’s it, beautiful. Come for me. Come all over my fingers…”

“Uhhh…ooooh…mmmmm…aaaah…”

She nips at the pillow softness of my cunt lips, then bites down. I growl, clutching the sheets, reaching for Anya, thrashing as my orgasm crashes over me, snatching my breath. I gasp. She nips me again, then using her tongue to lave the sting.

I pant and scream, nearly out of my mind. My cries of pleasure coming from deep in my throat egg her on, encouraging her to keep stroking my spot.

“That’s it, Miasha. Give it to me…” She clamps her mouth over my pussy and sucks, her tongue wildly slathering my clit, then dipping into my sea of wetness; the waves splashing over her hand, her fingers, and her mouth.

“I hope you’ve saved some for us,” a sultry voice says from the opposite side of the room. I crane my neck to glance over at the door to see who
us
is. But I don’t see anyone. The door is still shut. No one has walked through it.

But there is another entrance. One in back of us, over in the corner. I assumed it was a door to a closet, but it isn’t.

“Oh, there’s a whole lot more,” Anya says, looking up from between my thighs, her lips soaked and shiny from my juices, slipping three fingers inside of me, probing my pussy until she finds my spot. I cry out. “And she keeps coming and coming and coming.”

“Sounds delicious,” the voice says.

“Yes, it does,” another voice chimes in.

I don’t see who the other women are until they converge onto the bed, bringing with them vanilla- and peach-scented skins and aroused cunts.

“Hello, beautiful,” a tall, dark chocolate woman with dark brown
eyes, shiny smooth skin, and short, curly hair says. “I’m Isis.” She’s on the left side of me, while her counterpart—a short, thick-hipped, cinnamon-coated woman with small breasts, is on my right.

“And I’m Jasmine,” she says, leaning forward and wrapping her plump lips around my right nipple. Her tongue swirls over it, causing me to gasp, while Anya goes back to devouring my cunt and Isis lightly tugs my left nipple between her teeth. Both women have a hand between their own spread legs as they suck my breasts, squeeze them, rub my erect nipples against their lips, then stuff each breast back into their mouths and lick while Anya fingers me. Isis and Jasmine both slide two of their wet fingers into my mouth, stretching it open, sharing their tangy juices with me. I lick and suckle and moan as I savor their decadent essence.

I writhe in ecstasy, the heat of passion boiling through my veins as I reach for Isis and Jasmine, my hands and fingers searching between their legs for warmth and wetness. They both moan when I find it. Spirals of tingling sensation pulse through my cunt, curling, swirling.

Anya reaches under me, cups my ass and squeezes it, sucking my pussy lips.

“Mmmph…ohhh, yes…”

Anya’s tongue finds the center of my ass. She laves it, tongues it. And instantly I become a trembling, whimpering mess of hungry need. And then it is there…her finger. Pressing up against the puckering rim; its tip pushing inward.

Oh yes!

My muscles clench, then relax as her finger inches in. She works my asshole, her warm, wet mouth latched onto my clit. It hurt, her finger in my ass, but it also felt good, so very good. I moan, writhing and begging and pleading.

“Yes, oh, yes…”

Isis and Jasmine continue ravishing my breasts while I finger their pussies. Anya pushes a second finger in and searing white heat blazes through me. I arch my back. She scissors her fingers, stretching my heated tightness. My hips lift into her thrusting and sucking and tonguing. She finger-fucks me and sucks my clit until I come again and again and again.

Eventually each woman takes turns eating my cunt, fingering my cunt, lapping my cunt lips, sucking my clit, coating their lips and tongues with my juices as it spills out of my slit.

“Eat her pussy good, Jasmine,” Anya urges, flicking her tongue over a nipple.

“Uh, uh, uhhhh…I’m coming…ahhh…”

“Yeah, come for us, beautiful,” Isis coaxes, pinching my other nipple.

I buck my hips. Let out a loud, piercing groan.

“Oh, we’re not finished with you, yet,” Isis says. “Roll over. I want to taste you from the back.”

Breathlessly, I roll onto my stomach, inch up on my knees. Isis gets in back of me and buries her face in my ass, licking my tiny, tight hole, then snaking her tongue to my pussy lips. Jasmine leans over me and slaps my ass cheeks, then pulls them open. Isis tongues me from ass to cunt, probing, thrusting, licking, teasing, and tasting my juices. Jasmine slips a finger into my ass while Isis replaces her tongue with two of her own fingers, arching them and pressing against my G-spot. She massages the pulsing flesh as Anya dips her head under me and sucks my clit, sending an electrifying jolt through my whole body.

I moan louder.

They devour me, seducing me, their gluttonous tongues ravaging every inch of my body, my sticky sex, until I am drifting into sweet, heavenly bliss.

Two days later, Celeste and I are back at it again. Her husband of six years, an investment banker, has left for a business trip to Singapore. Although I am still floating—and pleasantly exhilarated—from my time at The Pink Kitty, I am always up for a rendezvous in the sheets with Celeste. She is free to play for the next two weeks. Unfortunately, I only have until Friday evening to indulge my libido however I desire before it’s back to my life and wifely duties as Mrs. Aaron Simmons. Then I will fuck my husband with an urgent need, with reckless abandon, like there’s no tomorrow. Something I happily do.

Until then…I smile, arousal gnawing in the pit of my belly, feeling Celeste’s gaze on my nakedness. I spread open my legs. Pat my pussy—a welcoming signal for her to taste it. Cover her hot mouth over it, then fuck the cream out of it with her tongue.

“Come lick my pussy.”

Celeste gets down on her knees and makes her way over toward me in a seductive crawl. Catlike and sleek, she eases toward me, her tongue flicking in and out of her mouth.

I pull at my nipples. Smack my pussy. Then pull open brown lips to reveal the fleshy pinkness, wet and willing.

The heat from her mouth tickles my clit as she positions her face between my legs and speaks into my cunt. “Ooooh, I love this pretty pussy.” She inhales it. Breathes in its peachy fragrance. “Mmmm…it smells delicious.”

She laps it. Her talented tongue gathering the slick cream that begins to seep out, languidly teasing my pussy.

She kisses it, lightly.

I toss my head back. Shut my eyes. “Mmmm…stop teasing me.”

She kisses it again.

I moan.

She slides her tongue in. She is French-kissing my pussy, her tongue sweeping the insides of my walls. My muscles clamp shut around her thick tongue. “Oh, yes…mmmm…eat my pussy…yesssss…oooh…mmmm…” I palm the sides of her head and fuck her face. Grind my pussy deep and hard onto her mouth. My breath quickens. I am nearing my first climax. I coax her to swallow up my pussy. “Oooh, yes…like that…mmmm…put it all in your mouth, baby…you want me to cum all in your mouth…?” She latches on, moaning and groaning while sucking and licking and slurping. She eats my pussy with growling enthusiasm. Greedily, shoving and stuffing her tongue chin-deep inside of me. “You love my pussy, huh? You love eating this wet pussy?”

She grunts, pulling my clit into her mouth.

A sweet burning heat rips through my inner walls, causing my stomach to tighten. I buck my hips. Pound my pussy up into Celeste’s mouth. “Oh yes, oh yes…I’m commming…oooooh…mmmmm…”

Celeste removes her mouth and buries three sleek fingers into my cunt, twisting and pumping them rapidly in and out. I yelp. My chest heaves. My clit throbs.

She keeps fucking me…deep and fast.

I am surrendering to her, to this…the sensation of being licked and being fingered. Cunningly, fiendishly, Celeste manipulates her fingers to take me to the edge with just the right amount of pressure and movement.

In and out.

She smiles triumphantly as she probes and massages me, my body beginning to shudder.

“Uhhh…mmmm…yes, yes, yes…uhhhh…”

“That’s it…give me that sweet pussy milk.”

Her wet thumb glides over my clit.

I am humping her hand.

“Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh…”

Fingers become replaced with her tongue, darting frantically in and out, flicking around my center.

“Ooooh, yessssss…you love the taste of my cum? You want me to nut all in your mouth, all over your tongue?” she groans. “Here it comes…I’m coming…”

“Yes, baby…give me that sweet, sticky nut…oooh…come for me…”

Coiling my fingers through her hair, I clamp my thighs around her head and fuck her face, humping and humping and humping.

Oh, God
…
I am losing it!