It’s been a while since I’ve posted any erotica short stories on my blog, so here’s a flash fiction piece I’ve felt like writing for some time. Hope you enjoy it!
“Come here for a moment.”
Sir’s voice was stern and I felt a delicious shiver down my spine. It had been a while since he had used that voice and it always meant he had something exciting in mind.
I left the washing up and joined him on the sofa. He turned sideways so he could look at me. I sat still, waiting patiently until he would speak again. He cupped my face and smiled. I knew that smile. It meant not only that he had something in mind, but that it would challenge me. The excitement turned into arousal as I tried to imagine what it could be he wanted me to do.
“You trust me, don’t you, pet?” he asked.
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
“I would like to experiment with something.”
“Experiment?” My voice came out like a croak and I cleared my throat. “What experiment would that be?”
“Nothing scary, I assure you. Unless you like a challenge?” He raised his eyebrows.
My nipples hardened with arousal. I did want to be challenged. I knew that if I said no, Sir wouldn’t think any worse of me. But I was ready to show him more, to service him in any way possible. Sure, I had been hesitant at the beginning of our relationship. I hadn’t been sure whether Sir would know where my limits were. But I didn’t have such doubts any more. Sir knew exactly how far he could push me, and I could trust him to stop me before I needed to use my safeword.
“I want a challenge,” I said. “I want to be pushed out of my comfort zone.”
Sir leaned forward and kissed me. “I can’t tell you how happy I am to hear that.”
“So, what is the experiment?” I asked, feeling bolder.
A sly grin played on Sir’s lips. “Get undressed.”
I had not expected this command, but I did as he said. Naked, I stood in front of him, but he motioned to the opposite chair. “Sit down and spread your legs. I want to see your arousal as I tell you what I have in mind.”
I didn’t have to be told twice. Already my sex was soaked with my juices and I was eager to show Sir this. I sat down, my ass barely on the edge of the chair, and spread my legs. I considered spreading my pussy lips to allow him a good look, but he hadn’t asked for that, so I merely rested my arms on the chair. Sir leaned forward and inspected my pussy. I hoped he would stroke me, feel how wet I already was, but he sat back again and smiled at me.
“Good, I can see that this is already turning you on.”
My cunt ached to be touched, but I didn’t have permission, so I concentrated on my breathing to control the urge to whimper with need.
“The experiment I have in mind is as follows: I want to see how much pleasure you can withstand without having an orgasm.”
Orgasm denial. I frowned. That was nothing new. Sir and I had practised this many times before.
He must have sensed my confusion because he chuckled. “No, not like that.” His voice lowered, he almost purred with delight. “This time it won’t be me pleasuring you, but a careful selection of guests.”
I gasped. We had talked about inviting others into our bed, so to speak, but had never made plans to do so.
Sir lowered his eyes to my exposed cunt and smiled. “I can see that turns you on.”
That was the understatement of the year! I was so aroused it was a miracle I hadn’t combusted yet.
Sir leaned forward, his hands on my thighs. His thumbs were a hairbreadth from my exposed labia. The ache in my cunt intensified, but I remained still. He would touch me when he was ready, not a moment sooner.
“This selection of guests will contain men and women. They will pleasure you in any way they can think of within the boundaries I set for them. Your only job is to hold off orgasming before I finish you off.”
A whimper escaped me. I hadn’t known how much I wanted this, but the picture Sir planted in my head was delicious and arousing. I had never been pleasured by more than one person. I had never been with a woman before. And Sir was casually talking about this as if it was no big deal.
Sir moved his thumbs closer to my throbbing sex. “You would like that, wouldn’t you, pet?” His thumbs grazed my outer labia. “Do you think you are up for the challenge?”
I licked my dry lips. “Yes, Sir,” I whispered.
The truth was, I wasn’t sure I would be able to hold back my orgasms if I had to endure pleasure from multiple lovers. But for Sir, I would try my best.
Sir leaned forward and kissed me. His hands slid higher, his thumbs now pressing against my cunt; one seeking entrance, the other strumming my clit. I fell against him, my body taut with need.
“We will start with a small selection of guests,” Sir said as his fingers continued to work my cunt. He slipped two inside my hot entrance, pressing hard against my G-spot. My juices flowed over his hand, staining the seat beneath me, but I didn’t care. I closed my eyes and let the sensations take over while my mind conjured the image Sir was painting for me.
“If you do well with a few people the first time, then I’ll increase the number for the next session. I want to see how many you can take, how far you can go. But remember” – he increased the pressure on my clit, pushing me closer to the edge while I moaned and whimpered against his chest – “you’re my slut and your orgasms are mine. You won’t come until I tell you.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whimpered. I needed to come, I felt I was coming apart from the tension.
Sir sat back, allowing me to slump back on the chair. He fucked me with his hand while he studied my face. My breath had become ragged. Sweat beaded on my skin and I was near breaking point.
Just when I thought I couldn’t hang on anymore, Sir whispered, “Come.”
My head whipped back as my orgasm overtook me. My legs clamped shut, trapping Sir’s hand between my thighs. A low howl escaped my lips and I was borne away on a cloud of pure ecstasy.
Sir held me close until I had come down from my orgasm. “I can see we are going to have a lot of fun with this experiment,” he said. “Now spread your legs so I can clean you up.”
I was barely coherent as Sir knelt between my legs and fastened his mouth on my still-pulsating cunt.
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With Sidney and Lillian both satisfying her deepest desires, Jane sheds her restrictive upbringing and embraces her newfound freedom. As her feelings for both Lillian and Sidney intensify, Jane faces an impossible choice: a stable future with Sidney or a lifetime of excitement with Lillian.
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