Then it was time. The door clicked open and soft steps approached. A hint of perfume tickled my nose, sweet like honey, with an undertone of cinnamon and clove. The mattress dipped and I had to struggle not to blink. Another scent covered the first, spicy and fresh and intense.
The blanket was slowly pulled down my body and I heard a female voice whisper. “Oh god, she’s so cute. I can’t believe she’s eighteen already. We’ll have to tip Lydia extra for finding her.”
And a male voice, just as quiet, answered. “So sweet. So innocent.”
“Knowing you, she’ll not be innocent for long, dear.”
“As if you’re one to talk. God,” the male, Robert, I recalled, moaned quietly, “I could ravage her right now.”
“Control yourself.” The woman’s voice hissed sharply. The mattress creaked and dipped slightly right next to me.
Something brushed lightly over my cheek, and I pretended to stir in my sleep. Again that soft touch, and now I realized that it was breath, her breath, tickling my skin from close by and smelling of something sweet and lemony.
Then it was the sole of my foot that was tickled, and I pulled it away with a soft groan. The fingers that did it gave my sole a short break, then it was back again, and I moved once more. The hem of the pajama top was pulled away and another hand started to draw small circles on my tummy, just flighty little touches that made my skin tingle and my muscles quiver. I couldn’t resist anymore and let out a quiet giggle.
“Oh, oh,” the female voice breathed onto my cheek, “someone’s awake already. Naughty little girl, pretending to sleep. Wakey, wakey!”
So I faked waking up, stretching and yawning, rubbing my eyes and blinking. Now that I didn’t have to keep my eyes closed, I could finally look at my companions for the evening. The face of the woman, Jane, was only inches from mine, and she was intimidating. Her hair was graying, and the narrow, frameless glasses made her appear like a strict teacher or librarian. She was dressed in a long gray skirt that ended just short of her ankles, which were hidden from my view. Her blouse, a flowing white piece with frills on the front, also fit the image, but what almost made me gasp were her lips, painted in black and looking moist and dangerous. I glanced down at my tummy, where she had pulled up my top, and saw her fingernails shimmer equally black.
Then I spotted him, and a tremor ran through my body. He was her age, also more gray than black in his short-cropped hair, and even though his facial expression was one of kindness and made me feel instantly close, he was incredibly tall and muscular, and probably a lot more than my small body could handle. His chest muscles pushed against the fabric of the blue business shirt, and the black, formal trousers he wore were bulging at the front. I couldn’t look anywhere else. The beast hidden there had to be enormous, and the thought that he would use that to impale me was fearsome and breathtaking.
“Won’t you greet your Master and Mistress?” Clare asked accusatory.
“Uhm, hi Ma’am, hello Sir” I responded nervously, my voice sounding high even to me.
“No, no, that’s now way to greet your owners for the night,” Clare chastised me softly, “now give your Mistress a nice kiss.”
My heart started to beat harder. Up to know it had been innocent, teasing touches. Kissing this stranger was something altogether different. Still, I puckered my lips and leaned towards her, breathless and nervous, until our mouths touched. Letting my lips smack apart, I tried to pull back again, but suddenly there was her hand, holding me in place, and then her lips parted and her tongue licked all over my lips. I gasped, shaken by the bold move and entranced by the hot, moist feeling.
The short parting of my lips and teeth was enough for her, and she jumped at the chance and pushed her tongue into my mouth, sealing it with her lips. My nostrils flared when I let out my breath. This was rough and forceful, she was taking possession of me. And my body loved it, my nipples stiffened and my skin grew hot.
Now that she had conquered my mouth, she gave herself time to explore every inch. I had no idea if this was how a French kiss was supposed to be performed, but this was intimate and powerful. I moaned into her mouth and felt her do the same.
Then her tongue retreated and my head was turned to the other side, where Robert was already waiting, his eyes twinkling with hunger. He struck in the blink of an eye, pressing his lips hard against mine, and the scent of his aftershave filled my nose. He was more aggressive, and when he captured my lip between his teeth and started to pull, my body melted. I didn’t need prompting to open my mouth for him, and when his tongue slid inside I wrapped my lips around it and welcomed it. It snaked and pushed and stroked in my mouth, hot and without restraint.
“That’s how you greet your superiors,” Clare told me after he had pulled away and left me gasping and trembling. “But tell us a bit about yourself. Is it true that our little Diddly never had a hard cock inside her pussy?”
I nodded, biting my lip.
“Answer me when I ask you a question.”
“Y - yes,” I managed to stammer, “it’s true, Ma’am.”
“And in your dirty little bum?”
“No! I mean no, Ma’am, never.”
“And in your sweet little mouth?” Her breathing was becoming audible.
“No, Ma’am.”
“But surely you have touched one before?”
“No, never, Ma’am.”
She looked deeply into my eyes, searching for a hint of a lie, but only finding the burning blush in my face that answering her intimate questions had painted there.
“But you have made out with boys?”
“No Ma’am, I haven’t.”
“Girls?”
“No!” I shook my head quickly. “No, Ma’am. Well, Deborah fingered me. But that was the only time!”
Her eyes widened, then again when she looked at me with a thoughtful expression. “It was your first real kiss too, wasn’t it?”
Lowering my eyes, I nodded. This time I wasn’t chastised.
“Did you hear that, Robert?” She asked, her voice full of astonishment. “She’s almost as virginal as one can get.” And then her voice started to trickle with glee. “Oh, the things we can do with her!”
“Of course I heard,” her husband growled with barely concealed hunger, “the things we will do with her.” His eyes, now smoldering with impatience, turned to my face. “Why don’t you sit up and get out of that pajama top for your Master to let him see your little tits?”
I felt small, even tiny, and it took me seconds to pluck up the courage and do as he had asked me to. Nobody besides my parents and doctors, and Deborah and her friends earlier, had ever seen me naked. My fingers trembled when I crossed my arms in front of me and slowly pulled up the hem of the pajama top, baring first my tummy and then my tiny breasts to their greedy eyes.
The top dropped to the bed behind me, and I fought the urge to cover my front with my arms. “What,” I asked meekly, “are you going to do to me?”
“Very, very wicked things,” Clare replied in a breathless whisper, “we’ll make love to your fragile body in all the ways we can think up, we will kiss you and bite you and take you as we want, until we are both completely spent.”
She shuffled around until she was right behind me. Her arms wrapped around me and she pulled me close to her body, capturing my arms at my sides, until I was sitting in her lap and had to spread my legs to sit comfortably.
“We will,” she continued, her whispers now tickling my ear from behind, “do the most outrageous things with you, and it will be so sweet to know that we have forever spoiled you for normal sex. And if you’re good, my pretty little plaything, we’ll make you cum again and again.”
“Oh my god!” The words flew from my mouth, riding atop a dizzy gasp.
“Let us see how your body responds.”
Robert crouched in front me, put his hands on my sides and slowly trailed upwards. His fingers were thick and the skin rough like old leather, and his extended thumbs left a hot line on my tummy. I forgot to breathe when they reached my tits, and then he was flicking my nipples hard and I moaned.
“Responsive, I like that.” He watched me closely when he repeated the motion and made me gasp and squirm in Clare’s grasp. “Open your little mouth for me,” he whispered, and I complied without thinking.
I almost complained when his hands left my sides, but then two fingers entered my mouth and slid softly over my tongue. The corners of his mouth flickered upwards when he felt my lips wrapped around his digits, and it only took a gesture of his head and soundlessly mouthing the word to make me start to suckle on them.
It was crazy how sexy this felt. It were just fingers, my mind thought, just fingers of a stranger stuck into my mouth and softly wiggling around, but something about this act felt so right and intimate.
“Relax your tongue,” I heard Clare’s whispered instruction and felt her hands roam over my front side, fluttering touches on heated skin, “let him do whatever he does and just experience it. Keep breathing evenly.”
I quickly learned what she meant by it. Robert’s fingers began to move back and forth, at first just a little bit, but every time he pushed in, they went a little deeper. He was fucking my mouth with his fingers! A flurry of tingles raced over my skin.
How deep would he go? His hands were large, his fingers long and wide, and I wasn’t sure I could accommodate all of them.
“Hold your breath, relax.” Clare whispered, and at the same moment her hands wrapped around my small boobs and gently started to knead them. Why did that touch feel so glorious? The thought dissipated in the wind of emotions, because Robert pushed his fingers, slippery with my saliva, all the way into my eager mouth. I gagged for a short, panic-filled moment when he touched the back of my mouth, but when he held them still, the urge subsided and a feeling of being totally controlled remained, which filled me from head to toe.
His gaze, dark with unbridled lust, seemed to drill into my eyes. My lungs started to cry out for air. Clare’s fingers skillfully pinched my nipples and made me want to draw in a deep breath and moan my pleasure. But I couldn’t. Robert’s fingers dominated not just my mouth, they controlled my whole body.
“Good girl,” she whispered, “just like this, you’re doing wonderful. A little longer.”
My chest started to burn. My eyes misted up and the beating of my heart grew to an all-consuming loudness.
His fingers withdrew! My mouth opened and I took a wheezing, shuddering breath, feeling like toppling into a river of shame when I watched him examine his digits, dripping with my saliva, in front of my face. Long strings of drool still attached them to my trembling lips. He wiped them on my cheeks, his touch hot and sloppy.
“You’re such a pig,” Clare’s voice chastised him, though he didn’t appear fazed at all.
“You’re one to talk.” His eyes turned to me with a grin. “Don’t believe her for a single moment when she takes the moral high-ground. She the most depraved woman I know.”
He was answered by a girlish sniggering from behind me.
“Now open up again.”
* * * * *
He kept his fingers inside my mouth a little longer this time. The small breaks in between penetrations became shorter each time. Ten or eleven times we played that dirty little game, and the last time he pulled his fingers out of my mouth, small black spots had already started to flutter through my vision. My skin was not just burning, it was tingling and sparkling under its surface. My face was dripping with drool, small rivulets running down my chin and leaving glistening, depraved blotches all over my upper body.
Clare’s breathing had become fast and hard. Gusts of heated wind brushed my neck and ear each time she exhaled. Robert’s eyes resembled pools of blackness.
“Isn’t that wonderfully naughty, little pet?” Clare’s question was punctuated by her tongue in my ear, filling my senses with warm, wet slurps and little moans. I shuddered uncontrollably, earning a delighted giggle from her. “God,” she moaned, “you’re so sweet and pliable. How does it make my plaything feel? Tell me!”
My breath started to fly. Though my lips opened, no word would come out, and I had to clear my throat a few times. “Naughty,” I gasped and shuddered again, her tongue once more sucking and slurping in my ear, the tip of her tongue spreading wetness all over it. “Dirty. Oh god, it’s so incredibly dirty, Ma’am!”
“And do you like it?” She nibbled on my earlobe.
“Yes, god, yes!” It was almost a shout.
“Look at Master Robert,” she whispered and scratched her fingernails lightly over my stomach, making me twitch and tremble, “can you see that hungry look, how aroused our little game has made him?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Such a naughty little girl! But you like being dirty for your Master and Mistress. Will you do something very naughty for him?” She pinched my nipple
“Yes!”
“Good. Hold her up, Robert, so I can get out from under her.”
His hands grabbed me under my armpits without hesitation. He lifted me effortlessly into the air. He could have done anything to me at that moment. “Wow, you’re strong, Sir!”
The mattress creaked, fabric rustled, and then the light scratching of plastic could be heard. I tried to look over my shoulder, but Clare’s body was hiding whatever she did from my view.
“There,” she exclaimed, “all set! Put her down, Robert.”
“Of course, love.”
I was slowly lifted over the edge of the bed. My knees were weak when my feet touched the ground. Robert also stood up from the bed and walked into the middle of the room. I followed his movement, then looked over at Clare and gasped at what I saw.
She grinned. “Robert likes to watch girls pee. Now be a good girl and go on the potty while he undresses for you.”
Small beads of sweat appeared on my forehead.
