The Dreams of the Succubii Page 10

She held her cheeks apart, and tapped with two confident fingers against her anus where the strip of her thong bisected it.

  'If you require any lubrication during the event, or need me to assist with the ass opening, I will be happy to oblige.' she drawled in that sexy European tinged accent.

  Gideon ached to release his cock, as it was rubbing slightly painfully against his underwear with every heavy thump of his heart.

  'I will assist with insertion, obviously,' continued Magda, 'and also with the spanking, and so on.'

  One slim finger appeared right underneath her crotch and tapped at the plump mound where her pussy lips pressed against the thin material of her knickers.

  'This is the cunt, Gideon,; she said, her head appearing upside down between her spread thighs, which she shuffled wider so she could see him clearly. 'Under no circumstances are you to attempt to insert yourself in the cunt, okay?

  'Okay,' he said, 'not the cunt.' so she understood that he got the instruction.

  Satisfied, Magda stood upright, and he was treated to the sight of her creamy, weighty cheeks wobbling as she drew the black hem of her dress back over them. She turned back to face him, her otherwise pale face flushing at the cheekbones from being upside down. She stalked towards him, heels clicking sharply against the wooden floorboards, and placed one of her pale hands on each of his quivering thighs.

  'You will not last a minute,' she said, frowning, 'if we do not take some of that pressure off.' She reached for his fly, and his hands fluttered to stop her. She paused, looked at their interlinked hands, and then back to his wide eyed face.

  'We are a team, me and Magda,' she reminded him, one eyebrow raised sternly.

  'Magda will prepare me,' he said, taking his hands away and releasing hers.

  'Magda will get my cock ready for the ass,' they intoned together, as she slipped his fly down and tugged the head of his cock out of his underpants.

  'Very good,' said Magda approvingly, as she worked his red cock completely free of his clothing, and gave it a quick shake.

  Then, to Gideon's utter amazement and delight, she popped his glans into the hot cavern of her red lipped mouth and started to suck. He felt her tongue sliding over his cock head, as she bobbed her mouth around the top of his rigid shaft, and the sensation had him moaning helplessly in seconds. He felt a deep heat all long his penis, and looked down to see that she had taken it into her throat. The quivering of her gag reflex as it fluttered on his straining tool was almost too much, and he jerked his hips back and forwards as the convulsive movements, and heat stimulated him beyond all he had ever known before. She swiftly pulled him out, and began tugging the skin of his penis in the opposite direction to the sucking of her mouth.

  'Magda, I am close to coming,' he squawked, and she briefly lifted her innocent blue eyes to his brown ones. Then she knelt carefully on the floor, got comfortable, and dipped her head again in swift duck-like swallows that had the come boiling out of him in moments. She opened her mouth wide and tapped the pulsing head of his cock against her plump lower lip. The semen curved spasmodically out of him, thumping quietly on to her pink, glistening tongue, and down her open throat. She swallowed what was in her mouth and opened it again to receive the weak dribblings that remained.

  'Oooooh!' he cried, as she tugged the last come out of him. 'Magda, what are you doing?'

  She licked her lips demurely, gave a last discreet swallow, and said, 'I am making sure you do not come too early during the ass fucking and disappoint your donor.'

  He steadied himself by holding on to both sides of the stool seat, and watched as she began tucking his cock away.

  'Do I have to make the,....,the donor come?' he asked, curious as to why it was necessary.

  It is is only polite,' she answered, finished at his fly, and getting smoothly up from her knees.

  'What if I can't?' he asked, suddenly nervous again, despite the soothing effect her blow job had on him.

  She smiled, patted him on the cheek, and said, 'Don't worry. I will assist you.'

  'When is it?' he asked anxiously, and Magda consulted the watch on her neat wrist.

  'Almost exactly one hour from now,' was the reply. She took his hand and made him rise.

  'Come, Gideon. There is much to do before it begins.'

  Ghita paced naked around the performance room, eyes continually darting to look at the aperture through which she was shortly to proffer her buttocks. She had arrived at the AnonymAss performance suites in a blacked out limousine, having been collected at her home. Considering the price her offered bottom had fetched, it did not seem an inappropriate luxury. She still could not believe that some unknown person was prepared to pay so much to be the first to sodomise her.

  'Calm down, Miss O' Connor. You'll wear a hole in the floorboards,' said Miss Fay behind her.

  'I'm feeling really nervous,; said Ghita, throwing a look over her shoulder to look at the other woman, who was laying out some clothing on the wheeled, padded table which would shortly be trundled over to the aperture with Ghita strapped face down across it.

  'You can still back out if you want, you know?' said the other woman, raising her dark eyebrows in a questioning but reassuring look that Ghita was grateful for. 'The auction broadcast earnings more than made up for costs so far.'

  'No,' said Ghita, shaking her black haired head firmly, 'I'll see it through.'

  'What did you think of the rinse?' asked Miss Fay, indicating the white tiled area, and its attendant hoses with which she had washed out Ghita's rectum, with an upward tilt of her dark haired head.

  Ghita smiled, too stressed to take note of the unresponsive side of her mouth, and said, 'It was nice, actually. Very calming.'

  'It is, isn't it?' agreed Miss Fay, waving Ghita over to her with a quick come hither movement of her elegant left hand. When Ghita had joined her, standing totally naked beside the shapely older woman, but utterly unembarrassed, she proceeded to point out the items the buyer had paid to have worn this evening.

  'Not very imaginative, Pet,' said Miss Fay, throwing a sympathetic look in Ghita's direction, 'but sure you'd look good dressed only in a bin bag.'

  Ghita enjoyed the compliment, but could not help replying, 'Only if I wore it over my head.'

  Miss Fay slapped one of Ghita's big, curved cheeks lightly, and put on her very best mock stern expression. 'There's plenty of people in this world who would put you down, Miss O' Connor,' she chided gently, 'No sense being one of them yourself, eh?'

  'I suppose,' said Ghita, smiling back at her assistant for the evening. The intimacies they had shared, and were about to share had made Ghita come to like and trust the other woman, and she realised that this was all part of the strange magic of doing something so unusual as auctioning your anal virginity. It was an experience few people would ever know, or indeed would care to share, but for Ghita, it was part of her healing process. It gave her back a definite element of control over the randomness of life. It was radical, but something she, alone, had chosen to do. It was not like suddenly giving into the pleas of a persistent boyfriend, eager to bloat his ego by being the first to bugger her. The person who was about to enter her would never know who she was. Miss Fay, though it was slightly against the rules, had told her it was a male who would be her client. His sole interest in her was her bottom, which he has already paid a vast sum for. That was all the gratification and validation Ghita needed. This man really valued what she was about to offer him. No question about that at all.

  She broke off her reverie and looked at the outfit on the table. She sniggered when she saw how high the boots were. They were calf length, lace up, Victorian styled, but they were made of patent leather, and their heels were at least five inches high. Her calves would be straining in those, she thought to herself, and looked at the knickers. They were so small they were barely there. She reached out a hand to pick them up, and rolled the material between her finger and thumb. 'Like latex, maybe?' she wondered silently, then hooked her thumb
in and tested how elastic they were.

  'Mmmn! They are tight, but very stretchy,' said Miss Fay, 'but they'll cut in to you something awful, so they will.'

  She seemed to relish the idea, and Ghita stifled a quick snort of laughter. Her nerves were making her giggle.

  'Like baling twine, cutting right into the crack' said Miss Fay, twisting her face up in a grimace of theatrical cruelty that had Ghita laughing out loud.

  'That's better, darling,' said Miss Fay, black eyes twinkling as she gave Ghita a quick wink of encouragement.

  Good job you shaved me,' said Ghita, when she had drawn on the skimpy panties. They were too small at the front to full contain her plump pussy lips, and she found it easier to settle them into her cunt cleft, rather than trying to decide which side of her to let escape.

  'They don't cover much,' agreed Miss Fay, picking up one of the high bots and arranging the laces.

  'No need for a top then I suppose,' asked Ghita, feeling her high, brown tipped breasts swaying as she sat up on the table.

  Miss Fay delicately guided the younger woman's slim, tanned foot into the boot, before looking up at her high breasts, then the scarred, tense face.

  'Things can get awfully warm later on,' advised the older woman, 'You'll be glad of the freedom then.'

  Ghita drew in a shuddering breath of anticipation that had the older woman slyly admiring the way it made her breasts shake. The tight thong sat high on her curved hips, and low on her abdomen, so that the recently shaved area above her pussy showed pale and hairless above it's curved waistline. She looked down at herself, while Miss Fay laced up her boot, fascinated by the obscene way the tight black material of the thong divided her glistening cunt lips. After shaving her, Miss Fay had rubbed some oily salve onto the shaved area, seeming to spend a lot of time at Ghita's outer labia. She had responded by widening her thighs and letting the older woman roll her lips luxuriously back and forth. Miss Fay had occasionally dabbed with a soft cloth at the moisture that was spilling from her to coat the hairless intricacies of her perineum and anus, and though she did not touch Ghita's clitoris, the pressure and dabbing eventually brought on a quiet orgasm that Ghita was helpless to control. Miss Fay had made no mention of the incident, but immediately on seeing that the last of the softly ecstatic spasms had finished fluttering Ghita's flat abdomen, she ceased the manipulation of the plump lips and wiped Ghita relatively dry. The remembering of the act had Ghita's slit swelling again. She could feel it, plump against the surface of the table, and it only served to accentuate the way her shaved perineum was stretched by her sat-up posture. She felt the thong, a strange tickle against her oiled anus, grooving up her back cleft. It seemed to package her hips, like a thing to separate, a thing to set apart. It was a wise choice she realised, for it's very flimsiness made it impossible to ignore. She was ready for the event now. Looking forward to it with a queasy sort of fear mixed in with her arousal.

  Miss Fay had turned her attention to the other foot, and Ghita watched the way her own muscular knee flexed as the other woman manipulated it to the best angle for getting the tight boot on her bare foot. The movement drew her thighs apart, and she saw the other woman glance hungrily down at her thong-parted lips, as the latex panties took the opportunity to slide deeper into her swelling slit. Ghita shamelessly lifted her heel up on to the table, so that the big tendon at her groin showed, stark against the pearly skin of her cunt lips. Her heavy athletic thigh bulged, and she caught a whiff of her own musky scent as her cunt loosened and wept.

  'You're a naughty one, alright,' said Miss Fay, glancing up at her seriously, before tying up the second boot with brisk movements of her clever, long fingered hands. When she had finished, Ghita drew up the other impossibly high heel and spread her thighs wide, calling to Miss Fay as she did she so. She rocked her pelvis back so that the spread, wet slit, and the well of her tight anus showed.

  'Does it look nice, Miss Fay, she asked huskily, and the other woman touched one oval nailed finger to her own lips pensively, as if judging a flower show.

  'Tis lovely, so it is,'said Miss Fay eventually, taking her time to enjoy the sight of the athletic young woman perched spread-thighed on the table, 'but what I think doesn't really matter.'

  'It matters to me,' Ghita admitted, holding the other woman's gaze until she smiled in acknowledgement of Ghita's offer.

  'Well, that's nice to know, Miss O' Connor,' she said shyly, 'but we can talk about it after, for you have a job ahead of you tonight.'

  Ghita slid down from the table, clad only in the wispy pants and high boots. She turned to face the table lengthways, and laid her upper torso down on the cool black leather of it's top.

  'I'm ready for it, Miss Fay,' she called softly.

  The older woman took in the sight of Ghita lying, faced own on the table, taking in the sight of the tight, high, tense cheeks, and the long brown legs in the shiny black boots.

  'So you are, girl,' she said admiringly, feeling the wetness between her own lean thighs increase. 'So you are.'

  Gideon watched Magda preparing the trolley of toys, trying not to stare at the large conical glass dildo where it gleamed centre stage. She had pre-oiled every thing to ensure a smooth transition through the whole ass opening process, so the slightly unnerving object glistened prettily in the bright light of the transition hall.

  'Are we seriously going to use that,' he said, feeling a sick excitement in his gut at the thought of pushing that thing in to a resisting arse.

  Magda turned to see what he was referring to, and gave him a look that said, 'Don't be so silly.'

  'Surely you don't push that all the way in?' he persisted in questioning her.

  'Of course not silly,' she replied, 'You have a fine cock, Gideon, but it would make a sorry second act to that. It's more of a persuader. You press it against the asshole, and it comes to..' She looked up at the ceiling, pretty amber brows screwed up in a frown Gideon found inordinately sexy. She brightened, having found the right word. 'an accommodation,' she announced proudly.

  'It stops going it at the anus's natural limit,' he suggested.

  She pointed one immaculate white finger at him and winked. 'Exactly so.'

  He nodded, eager to keep up the conversation to take his mind off the fact that he was virtually naked except for a pair of socks and tight rubber shorts.

  'I'm glad I don't have to wear these all day,' he ventured, gesturing at the tight pants which were so thin they followed every contour of his half hard cock and the taut bulge of his hairless scrotum. Magda had insisted he be completely shaved before the event, and had taken care of it herself. She had given his cock the odd playful lick as it stiffened under her ministrations, but Gideon was too shy to suggest she might repeat her earlier sucking performance. When his whole groin had been shaved, including his own arse hole, she invited him to stand, pull down the rubber pants, and look in a mirror at the inside of one of the hidden cupboard's doors. Tentatively, after drawing the shorts down to his calves, he looked at himself, feeling more clean than he ever had in his life. The strange naked feeling around his cock and balls kept him in a half hard state, so when he looked in the mirror, it was to see an unusually large version of his own cock swinging from the muscular thighs he worked so hard to endow himself with.

  Magda came up behind him, looking over his shoulder and into his reflections eyes. He felt her fingers flirting with his bottom crack, as he watched one of her hands slide over his lean stomach to grasp his reflected cock at the root. She idly stroked him hard, letting one gentle finger stroke at his perineum until it slyly crept a little into his tight bottom hole. He let her do it, though he thought it strange, but he was soon glad he had, for the sensation of her finger in the tight ring of his arse stiffened his cock to bursting point.

  'It is not just for women, Gideon, this stimulation of the anus,' she said, breathing scented breath into his ear. He shivered, and she stroked the thick cock she had so diligently sucked earlier. It quivered in fr
ont of him, straining like a bloodhound on the scent against a leash. He admired himself, and her admiration of him. His nervousness was gone, and he tilted his bottom back so she could slip another finger beside the first.

  'I wish I could let you do it to me, Gideon, but it is not allowed. At least not right now,' she said, as she worked his ass hole open with one hand, while the other soft skinned fingers worked the veiny tube of his cock.

  'Is this what it will be like for her,' he gasped, loving the itchy, stretching feeling in his anus, and the tingling pleasure it transmitted to his pulsing cock.

  'Exactly so, my sweet, bright child,' she agreed, withdrawing her fingers from his anus and putting them straight into her mouth.

  Gideon was slightly shocked that such an exquisite creature would do such a lewd thing.

  Magda smiled delightedly as she drew the fingers away from her shining lips. 'You must get into the spirit of things, Gideon. There is a young woman relying on you to give her the ass fucking of a lifetime,' she explained. 'Now is not the time to be prudish, eh?'

  He nodded at her reflection in the mirror, letting the knuckles on the back of his left hand brush her white thigh. She squeezed his cock again, giving it a quick, flurry of strokes, and laughing a little.

  'My own asshole is pink, Gideon. I love having it fucked. You must ensure this girl is not disappointed,' she warned. 'Do not let me down.'

  'Guide me, and I will be fine,' he said, turning to face her. She kept up her stroking, but gently now, aiming only to keep him bulky. She stepped away, giving him room to reach down and draw up the rubber shorts. His scrotum bulged nakedly, sexily behind him as he bent, and he liked the feeling of smooth skin of his perineum being exposed as he pulled the tight pants up. The vaguely homosexual connotations had him wondering about his anal obsession, but he dismissed it from his mind as Magda helped him arrange his weighty, swinging shaft into the tight pants.

  ' Are you ready?' she asked, cupping the front of his pants possessively.

  He looked towards the final door and said firmly, 'I am.'