'M' is For: [Ch6] Welcome to the Book Club - Part 3

Sharon didn't have the same soft finesse that Thomas had, and at first I felt nearly as awkward and self-conscious as I had with Thomas. Maybe even a little more. I had never been with a woman like this, much less a woman with as much polish as Sharon. I worried that my reactions weren't the ones she was looking for, that she might regret wasting her time on me if I didn't come. As though sensing my rising panic, Sharon's eyes caught mine. Wordlessly, she commanded me back down. I tried my best to relax against the wall, spreading my legs to grant her more access. I instinctively tensed as her tongue slipped over my most private parts.

Despite everything, an image of Thomas drifted across my mind. I found my eyes drifting shut as my brain returned me to the moment Thomas had been crouched over the bench. I remembered the way his body had shone with that artificial oily sheen, the product of Adrienne and Missy's labor. As Adrienne had spanked him, his eyes had shut, resolving to take the punishment and trusting that he was safe.

With that first spark of desire ignited, Sharon had little trouble fanning the flames. She slid her tongue over and around my clit, tasted my swelling labia. Pushing herself up, she slipped her fingers into my widening entrance and started to finger-fuck me while her tongue teased and lapped. Clenching my hands into fists, I arched my back, inviting her deeper. She followed me in, adding another finger, her motions picking up in rhythm. In our little corner of the room, it was just the two of us alone in the world, and I was completely at her mercy.

"You like that?" she whispered, but in her words I heard the unspoken command.

"Yes, yes I do..."

"Do you want me to make you cum?"

"Yes, please. Make me cum."

"Very well. Since you asked nicely."

I felt the orgasm break, sending rippling waves of pleasure rushing through me. I gave a soft stuttering gasp of fulfillment, allowing my eyes to close briefly to savor the moment. And then it was my turn.

Sharon's beautiful get-up ended up being just a little bit difficult to get her out of. The smoothness of her seduction, and my attempt to match it, soon gave way to our stifled laughs as we fumbled to undo the buckles. It took a little patience, but eventually she was able to slide out of her harness and her short-shorts. She was wearing a bright red-orange thong, and drawing the slip of fabric out from between her shapely legs made me have to swallow rather suddenly.

This was my first time going down on another woman. I was familiar with the specific odors of a man's crotch, but going down on Sharon only brought to mind my own wetness and the musky smell of female desire. There was a strange sense of recognition; it was almost like looking into the mirror but seeing a different reflection staring back. I pushed past the sensation, bringing my face to the center of it all, and began to lick.

My first instinct would have been to come to it gradually, running my tongue over the curves and folds of her cunt. But something of her own latent aggression in her servicing of me lingered, and I had the desire to pay her back in kind. I gave her one firm stroke to prime her, and then I began to lick in earnest. Sharon gave a grunt of approval and wound her fingers through my hair, exerting a subtle but steady pressure as she brought me in closer.

I could taste her desire as her need mounted. It lay salty and strange but not unpleasant on my tongue. Just as she had with me, I brought my fingers to her hole and began to finger-fuck her. My fingers moved easily against the satin of her pussy, riding on a mixture of saliva and female wet. Just as I settled into a steady, driving rhythm, she tightened her grasp on my hair.

"Kiss me," she ordered.

I obeyed, rising up to meet her lips with mine. I tasted some of myself on her tongue, mixed with alcohol and a little bit of lip tar.

"Keep fucking me with your fingers. I'm ready to cum." Her words escaped almost breathlessly. Still, her voice was firm, her intent clear. She was the one with the orders, I was the one who followed.

Or was I?

My lips crept up into a little smile. Just a hair's breadth apart, I met her stare for stare. With feigned nonchalance, I swirled my finger around her clit. "Are you now? What's the magic word?"

Defeated, she grinned at me, a little sheepish. "Please."

I dropped my face to lick at her neck. She stiffened, just as I resumed finger-fucking her. My shoulder burned with the exertion, but I kept up a relentless pace, moving in deeper and deeper until my fingers were all the way up to the knuckles. Sharon dropped her hand down to her clit and began to rub herself. In those last few moments, the two of us worked furiously at her body, pushing her closer and closer to the edge...

"FUCK," Sharon said loudly as she came. The threesome on the bed looked down at us, as though noticing us for the first time. The woman was frozen, a hand on each of her boy toys' cocks. Sharon gave no sign of noticing their sudden attention. "Fuck." Her dark eyes struggled a little to focus on mine, but the smile she gave me was perfectly sharp. "Not bad, new girl. Not bad at all."

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The party stretched on. After Sharon and I finished, we returned to the living room and settled back to watch the others. That in itself was a form of entertainment, especially for Sharon, who seemed to know or be familiar with every one of Missy's guests.

"See that guy?" Sharon pointed to a man with short-cropped blonde hair. "He's been really into tickling this month. Even brought his own feathers and everything. And Caty—" Sharon pointed to a brunette plastered to a man wearing nothing but a thong, "—has a straight-laced investor fiance who has no idea what she's doing tonight." Sharon gave a soft snort. "I'd pay anything to hear the excuses she comes up with when she comes home late on the weekends."

"How long have you been coming to these parties?" I asked Sharon.

"Too long. Honestly, come to a few of these and you'll start recognizing people pretty quickly. Missy's pretty picky about who she invites; it's not too often we get fresh blood." Sharon's eyes flickered to me. "Especially fresh blood as sweet as you."

"Thanks...I think."

Sharon stretched, pulling her arms over her head and arching her back. Her movements were distinctly feline. Lazily, she said, "We'll see how many more of these I go to. There's a whole city out there beyond Missy's exclusive little circle, just waiting to be explored. Even if Missy does put on one hell of an event."

I couldn't imagine being bored by what I saw. Missy's circle seemed to hold plenty worth exploring. Despite my best efforts, I found myself glancing out towards the living room. I easily picked out Thomas, who was surrounded by a trio of women. Missy had perched herself on an armchair nearby and was sipping from a glass of champagne as she watched the women play with her lover.

Maybe one of these days I'd find someone who adored me to call my own, someone who'd let me play with them however I pleased. Until then, I had no intention of passing up the chance to sample the delights that Missy offered.

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In time, Sharon decided she'd had enough of the party. She had some friends who were out in the city, and she left to go meet up with them. She invited me to join, but I turned her down.

"Suit yourself," Sharon said. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek goodbye. Watching her shrug on her black raincoat at the door, I wasn't sure if I'd ever see her again. Still, I wouldn't have minded crossing paths with her again. I'd rather liked Sharon.

Realizing that I needed to pee, I went off to the guest bathroom. When I got to the door, however, I found that it was locked.

"It's been like that for a few minutes," said a man standing along the wall in an amused voice. He was tall and dark-skinned with the kind of English accent that would send an Anglophile into a fit of ecstasy. "I only hope whoever's inside is actually using the loo and not, well, having the kind of sex they're having in the master bathroom."

"Oh no," I said, unable to bite back a grin. "Is it that bad?"

The man gave a mock shudder. "If I were a more delicate sort, I'd be traumatized for life. As it were, I left rather quickly. Let's just say that I would have appreciated a little bit of a warning on the door. Or the use of a lock."

I snickered. "And here I thought Missy's crowd was just horny, not perverted."

"Oh darling, what is this party if not incredibly perverted?" the man drawled. "Though I'm sure there are a few kinks where even Missy would draw the line. I hope." He winked at me.

"I'm Mallory, by the way," I said, feeling obliged to introduce myself as I stepped away from the bathroom to wait beside him.

"Edward," he replied, and we shook hands with a gravity that tinged on the farcical given the orgy that surrounded us.

Edward was, like many of the men Missy had invited into her book club, absolutely gorgeous. Almost too gorgeous, with full, sensual lips and a smooth jaw that emphasized his razor sharp cheekbones. In his jeans, he was more fully-clothed than most of the others in the room, an observation I couldn't resist pointing out.

"What's the matter? Didn't find anyone to suit you?" I teased him, flickering my gaze over him from head to toe. "Walking around in that much clothing, someone might think you actually came looking for a book club."

He flashed his teeth in a smile, game to be teased. "What if I said I get a little chilly?"

"A big guy like you? I'd think you were being cute. It's hot enough to bake in here."

The sound of the door opening interrupted our conversation. A woman stepped out in six-inch heels, eyed us coolly, then stalked off. We looked at each other and burst into snickers. Childish, I know, but it felt good to have made a friend.

Edward gave me a little half bow and gestured to the bathroom. "Ladies first." It was sweet of him, and I was too tipsy and in too much need of the bathroom to put up a convincing protest.

"Thanks!" I said instead, and dove in.