The Dreams of the Succubii Page 11

  Ghita stared straight ahead, relaxed enough to allow herself to concentrate on the portion of her body that was in the other room behind her. Her lower self, from the soles of her feet to the beginning of her ribcage, was entirely beyond the wall behind her. It was the strangest sensation, like when one dangles from an attic door, searching for the rung of a stepladder with one's swinging feet. Half of her was in one room, the other was here. She felt very exposed, but nicely so. The thought that the person who was coming to fuck her could not see her face now, not only did not bother her, it positively excited her. She knew by the heavy feeling in her slit that it was wet, but the tickle at her abdomen told her that it was so aroused, it was weeping lubrication down it's tight, puffy line and on to her flat tummy. Her anus kept nervously tightening, then pouting out against the over-tight thong between her opened cheeks. Now that her moment had come, it ached for cock. Ached for stretching and spreading. She squeezed her cheeks deliciously together, wondering if her buyer was already there, watching her bottom clenching, if he wondered why that was happening.

  'Won't be long now, Pet,' said Miss Fay, eyes almost level with Ghita's as she crouched to bring their heads together. 'Is it pouting for him'

  'It is,' whispered Ghita, wishing the older woman would lean forward and kiss her. Her longing must have communicated itself to her eyes, for Miss Fay used one short nailed finger to trace the red line of her scar down to where it met her lips. Ghita opened her mouth and sucked it in. A little drop of saliva escaped the slack side, and Miss fay absent-mindedly stretched out her long, pink tongue to lick it up. Ghita felt sharp teeth plucking at her lip, and she opened her mouth so that Miss Fay could cover it with her own, sexy, thin lipped mouth. Their breaths mingled for moment, sweet and light, before Miss fay drew sharply back, as if surprised at herself.

  'Forgive me, Girl,' she said, serious faced, 'I nearly forgot myself there. We must give a full offering, must we not?'

  'We must,' said Ghita, finally beginning to understand her role tonight, and dismissing Miss Fay for the moment, She squeezed her cheeks once more, to feel their weight compressed together, and then started as the warmth of a palm was pressed against them.

  'It's started Miss Fay,' she said calmly, and the other woman swiftly affixed a cordless headset to her short haired head and came beside the table to hold Ghita's hand.

  As he padded though the presentation room door, Gideon unconsciously held his breath. He stopped, transfixed, at the sight of the hips and legs that waited, curiously isolated against the wall opposite him, He felt Magda's hand at the small of his back, and started forward again, feeling the tight rubber of the shorts pressing against the shaved swell of his perineum. He reached the offering, and stood back to admire it, as Magda rolled the trolley to the right side of the woman's rear. He stared, surprised at how still it was, like a realistic sculpture leaning against the wall. Then the high, brown cheeks suddenly clenched tightly together and the sense of unreality abruptly disappeared as his mind accepted that what was in front of him was real. The shoes he had selected for this event made the woman's leg muscles take their most attractive form. Her calves bulged over the shiny black rim of the boots, in toffee coloured clumps of smoothness that quivered slightly with some unknowable strain. He followed the line of her legs up, noting the smoothness at the back of the taut knees, and the bulkiness of the upper thighs.

  'Aerobics, or swimming,' he thought to himself, as he vaguely noted Magda fussing at the trolley top. The knickers the arse was wearing were just that little bit too tight, which pleased him, as they cut into the light brown flesh like wire, making it bulge along the lines like butter pressed out of mould. He saw the glistening at the woman's thong-cut slit, saw the way it pressed out to him, gape-mouthed as an open clam. The taut clean flesh of the woman's perineum gleamed within her deep cleft, open now as her cheeks again relaxed, and he noted the distance between her front and back openings absently. Her anus suddenly pouted, bulging it's little muscular mouth out, as if to bite the taut black line that bisected it. He saw the material move slightly, and his cock thumped lazily against the bare skin of his loins. Then it tightened, drew in on itself, retreating within it's cone of tinted flesh like the mouth of a predatory worm. He slowly moved forward, as Magda looked on approvingly, and placed his hand against the clenching cheeks. They stiffened, and he felt a quiver run through the frame of the backside that faced him so brazenly, so invitingly.

  'Does she want it,' he wondered, tracing the soft line between the tensed cheeks. He clutched both slightly slippery mounds, one in each hand and, spread her roughly, wanting her to know, wanting her to understand that he would fuck her ass hole, fuck it until she came, and there was nothing she could do to stop him now.

  He eased down the front of his rubbery pants, letting the thick peg of his cock spring free, and advanced until he was only inches from the girl's tight cleft. Again he roughly spread the cheeks with one hand, and took himself, tapped himself, pressed himself, against her drawn in bottom mouth.

  The buttocks relaxed, pressing out to him, a clear signal of consent that stiffened his cock completely.

  'She is hot for it, Gideon,' said Magda approvingly, 'but you have to read the signals well now. Concentrate all your attention on the arse and what it is telling you. I am in contact with the other assistant. We should proceed with the spanking first, if you wish?'

  'I do,' said Gideon, 'but I don't want to hurt her. Just polish it up a little, if you know what I mean?'

  Magda grinned, blue eyes glittering with high excitement, and held up a paddle of fluffy white leather and said, 'This will be perfect, Gideon. It will sting her just enough, but no more, no matter how hard you swing. Now, tuck the panties further into her, and you will be able to spank her little pussy lips as well.'

  Gideon did as he was told, rolling the girl's puffy slit apart so that the tight black material of her pants could dig further in. It nearly disappeared within the fat, oiled folds, leaving hand size expanses of creamy flesh exposed beneath the creases of her taut buttocks. He pressed a little at her clit, where it hid under the tiny triangle of material that flowed away to the front of her, stretched in the gap between her brown thighs. He noted the firmness of her anal aperture with his thumbs, pressing so that it bulged slightly before drawing again away from him. He placed the tip of his forefinger under the thong that ran over it, teasing it to one side and letting his fingertip press a little into the tight hole. Heedless of Magda, he pushed his finger smoothly in, relishing the way the anus tightened around his ingoing digit. He worked it back and forth a little, surprised to feel Magda's mouth again around his cock head. He had been so engrossed in fingering the anonymous girl's bottom that he had not noticed Magda kneeling before him. She sucked his tool in, blond head bobbing steadily as he worked his finger in the ass, and squeezed the donor girl;s big brown cheeks. He pulled his finger out, and used both hands to stretch the little anus, It would not open, merely rolling towards him a little, as the girl who owned it relaxed, and he pushed his finger back in as the hips of the girl shuddered slightly in arousal. The sliding of his finger grew smoother, dipping into the slippery cone of flesh. He put another finger beside it, feeling the anus tense for a moment, then relax, and pushed the two fingers firmly in. He continued like that for some moments, so his fingers were in up to their second knuckles, enjoying the elastic fit of the arse. He felt a warning buzz in his cock, and gently pushed Magda's head away with his free hand, being careful not to disturb her headset. All his movements were slow, languorous, as he placed his cock against the side of the thong that bisected the bare cheeks and pressed the head of it against the place where his fingers moved. He took the fingers out, letting the wet knob of his cock push against it. It twitched delightfully, nipping at his glans, before retreating. He put a finger against his glans and pressed harder against the hungry little mouth. The asshole resisted for long moments, and then gently parted so that his cock began to slide in.

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bsp; 'No spankey?' asked Magda, sounding slightly disappointed.

  'In a minute,' he growled, trying to read the signals in the smooth hips as they vibrated from the shivering of the fine legs which supported them. He felt the squeezing, behind the stiff rim that was the last of his glans, as the head of his cock embedded itself just inside the outer sphincter of the offered ass. He let it sit there, twisting it slightly with little movements of his hips, noting the way it swelled even more under the stimulation of sight, and little mouthing movements of the girl's asshole. He felt the hips trying to push back at him, trying to embed him further in its tight, questing tube, but he was strong, in control, and he would not let the tight mouth engulf him. He gave his hips several quick back and forth movements, which pulled the rubbery asshole to and fro. It squeezed, popping him out, and not before time. With a twist of his hips he pointed it's end towards Magda's waiting mouth, and she, in a filthily lascivious gesture, licked the glistening end before opening her mouth wide and letting him force it into her throat. He came almost immediately, and Magda did her best to keep his cock in her throat for most of the time he was spurting. He pushed two slick fingers back in to the wriggling ass, while his sperm flicked in to Magda's eager mouth. The ass rocked on his fingers, hips rolling so the shiny cheeks squirmed under his free palm. This ass was his, to do as he pleased with, and he spread his embedded fingers in an outward scissor action so the greased up hole was stretched. The movements of the ass ceased, then it began to rock smoothly back and forth, as if it's wanton owner was trying to get his fingers to slip further into its hot embrace. He slapped the rolling cheeks gently, preparing her for what was next, and the arse jerked in excited approval. It was fascinating, the way the anonymity removed any guilt, any need for false tenderness. The stark reality of why he was here could not be denied. He was here to enjoy her ass, nothing more.

  Free from the wild excitement he had felt when his cock was hard, he let Magda suck his cock clean while he studied the ass he had bought.

  It was as if it had been carved from soft brown marble. The curving planes of the buttocks intersected smoothly, as fresh and firm as a woman's flesh can be. He hefted the shuddering globes, feeling their weight, rolling them lushly together and apart, They responded sensitively to the movements of his hands. It was as if some psychic connection was being established between him and the woman he was going to fuck, even though they had no means of communication except touch. When he spread her, she thrust her arse back, brazenly showing him her puckered arse hole and wet bisected slit. When he pushed the cheeks together, she squeezed them liquidly so that they clenched and slid underneath his firm grip. He studied the tight anus, marvelling at it's whorls of elastic flesh, as it alternately pouted and drew in. He could not resist sliding his finger in and out of it when she spread. It was delicious to look at.

  Magda appeared beside him, holding up the paddle and looking at him, with a question in the tilt of her red, correlator’s lips.

  'Yes,' he said, 'We spank the sexy bitch now, Magda.'

  Ghita was lost. Her anus was her whole world. Every mote of her mind was concentrated on that little hole and what the man next door was both doing, and going to do with it.

  'Oh, Miss Fay,' she said sighing into her own crossed arms where they supported her head, 'This is so fucking horny.'

  Miss Fay stopped the rubbing at Ghita's tensed back with which she had been occupying herself since the bidder had begun his use of the girl's offered bottom.

  'Now you understand why we don't let prostitutes into the building, Miss O'Connor,' said the sexy, older woman. 'They have no feel for the real thing. This is what it's all about. A sacred thing, Miss O'Connor.'

  'A sacred thing,' agreed Ghita, feeling the hands that were at her rear cease their manipulation.

  'I think it might be about to begin for real,' she said, having already felt fingers in her, and perhaps a cock knob, she thought her bidder might be ready to enter her now. She hoped so, for her ass and clit were screaming for stimulation.

  Miss Fay came round to Ghita's head, and knelt to look in to her eyes. 'No, they're going to give you a bit of a spanking now, Miss O'Connor, so prepare yourself.'

  'You cannot prepare yourself, Miss Fay,' said Ghita, voice thick with lust, 'You can only accept, and offer yourself to it, I think.'

  'You're a quick study, Miss O'Connor, and there's no doubt about that,' said Miss Fay delightedly. She watched the scarred girls mouth open in a light puff of shock and knew that the spanking had begun.

  'What are they doing, Pet,' she asked, watching the girl's shut-eyed face intently.

  'Ah! He's slapping me with something, right at the top of my bottom,' said the sulky mouth, twisted slightly on one side from it's injury. 'It stings, but not too much. Ahhh!'

  Miss Fay tucked her uniform's hem up, away from her bunched, kneeling thighs and cupped her cunt. The sight of the offered girl's face twisting slightly at each invisible slap, and the sounds coming through her headphones, made her slit boil. She tried to stop herself, for it was her duty to attend to the girl solely, but the feeling in her hot cleft was too much. With an effort, she controlled herself and said, in to the microphone at her lips, 'She's under no pressure, Magda. He can lay it on, if he wants to.'

  She listened as her words were relayed to the bidder, and the next thing, Ghita's upper body jerked off the table so that her fine high breasts shuddered deliciously.

  'Ooooh!,' she cried, and Miss Fay squeezed her own thighs together in sympathy, while she licked her lips at the sight of Ghita's chocolate nipples peaking on the round mounds of her tanned breasts.

  'What's he doing, Miss O' Connor?' she asked slyly, and |Ghita opened her blue eyes wide as another unseen impact drove her to arch her muscular back.

  'He's spanking me on my...on my cunt,' said the girl, tongue rolling out to wet her parted lips. 'Fuck! It feels nice, Miss Fay. Aaah! Fuck!'

  Miss Fay watched the girl jerking steadily, knowing that the man was going to spank her to orgasm.

  'Sure, she deserves it,' the older woman thought to herself, as she watched a deep flush growing in Ghita's upper chest.

  'Oh, my fucking God,' groaned Ghita, as little shudders shook her ribs. She raised her shoulders up and hung her dark head like one exhausted, making little gasping noises as her orgasm grew.

  'Delicious, sexy little bitch,' thought Miss Fay, feeling the seeping in her own cunt, and wishing she could rub it. She sighed to herself, as she watched Ghita being invisibly spanked over the crest into the well of delight.

  'Of fuck! Fuuuck! Fuuuuck!,' groaned Ghita, biting her bottom lip and squeezing her eyes tightly shut. Eventually, she dropped her head again, letting her face press languidly against the table top.

  'Was that nice, Pet?' she asked gently, stroking the girl's sweating, naked shoulder.

  'Ghita was almost incoherent with spent desire.

  'Oh Fuck. Oh God,' was all she could manage to say. The older woman stared at the girl's waist, where her lower half disappeared in to the next room, and remembered her own sessions, though they had been in another room. She knew exactly what the girl was feeling. That loose, powerful desire to be spanked and spread, used and filled. Again she squeezed her thighs together, aware that her panties were soaking.

  She heard Magda's voice in her headset, and reached over to gently turn a lock of black hair from the girl's slack lipped, pouting face.

  Ghita opened her eyes, rolled them to look up at Magda, and said, 'They're starting.'

  'Yes, they're going to use the cone first, I think, because you're so tight.'

  'The cone,' said Ghita, sweet, scarred face knotting in alarm.

  'You'll like it, Miss O'Connor, I promise,' said Miss Fay, petting at the girl's worried face. 'Now, just relax and let them get on with it.'

  'The cone,' thought Ghita, worried for her poor, little bottom hole as she felt her cheeks being parted and spread wide.

  Gideon watched as Magda thrust the springy
brown cheeks apart, hefting the glass cone in his hand as if it were something to throw.

  'Are you sure this won't hurt her, Magda?' he asked, watching the cool blue eyes glance at the shiny, transparent tip.

  'Not at all,' the icy blond said dismissively, 'It will only go in a far as she lets it. Just place it at her asshole and you'll see.'

  The instruction, delivered in Magda's sexy European tones had his cock jerking already. He had watched as the girl's bottom quivered under his paddle slaps, and the reddening of the full cheeks had almost immediately brought his spent cock to life. He was sure the girl had come, as the amount of liquid at her slit was incredible. Magda had to keep fussing at it with a cloth to keep it from running down the girl's tanned inner thighs.

  'I want to leave her panties on, Magda,' he said, and his cock twitched.

  'See?' she answered delightedly, 'I told you they were the best choice. Just pull them to one side, and they will stay out of the way once you get the cone in a little. Who cares if you push them in to her arse a bit anyway?'

  He noted the quaver in Magda's voice as she asked the last question, and knew she was as affected by the eroticism of this event as he was. He wanted to kiss her spunk sucking lips, but he had to concentrate on the ass in front of him, so that he did not break the psychic connection. Doing as she said, he peeled the slick thong out of the girl's cleft with his free hand and placed the heavy cone against the puckered golden hole it had barely covered. The tight anus visibly twitched at the cool, slightly pointed touch of the cone's slippery apex.

  'She's nervous,' he thought to himself, cock twitching and bobbing upright. Magda's firm hands kept the satin cheeks apart, even as the girl’s hips jerked a little away. Gideon felt no need to rush. He knew that if he was patient the girl would trust him. He kept the cone point at the puckered hole, so it warmed, and marvelled again at the width of the end nearest it's handle. He knew it was so wide to stop it slipping too far into the girl's rectum, but the thought of how far it might go in all the same made his penis throb heavily.