Chapter 12
Nick half-carried, half-held Dana as they followed Evan and Terry to the other party room. Dana was only slightly surprised when they retraced their steps up the back staircase to the bedroom door. But instead of turning into the gold bedroom, Evan led them to the far end of the corridor.
When Nick pushed the door shut silently behind them, Dana looked around the room. For a moment, she thought she was dreaming some kind of a crazy dream that didn't make sense.
"Too much wine,' she thought. 'I'm not seeing clearly."
Nick came up beside her again and took her arm. It made her think of the promise he had extracted from her downstairs. The promise had seemed so foolish at the time, but now she was beginning to understand. The shock of seeing the woman on the bed earlier had been brought on by her own fear and guilt. She had been silly to scream then, but it had been a reaction of panic. Now, in Evan's party room, she was too shocked to even make a sound.
The room was enormous, thickly carpeted and with the muted silence that only comes with soundproofing. The walls were done in soft, dark colors that hinted of shadows and the unknown. A huge mattress dominated the center of the room and was covered in dark red velvet. Next to it, a low table held lengths of gold cord and several velvet pillows. There was no other furniture. In one corner of the room an arched doorway opened to a bath area, but there was no panel to seal it off. Dana saw the large sunken tub, the king-sized shower stall, the sink and stool. All were in the same deep tone as the velvet and carpeting. The entire effect was frightening. She felt her knees quiver.
From the side of the room where they had been waiting, three people came to meet them: Amelia and the man who had helped her serve the meal downstairs, and the woman who had been tied to the bed in the gold bedroom. What was her name? Stephanie. Dana stared at them. Once again, she felt as if she had moved out of her body and was watching it from a distance. The girl, Stephanie, looked so much like her. Perhaps her facial features were different, but the general effect of her heavy breasts, slim waist and wide hips, her coloring and thin face, made the resemblance startling. The girl smiled at Evan and waited. Everyone smiled at Evan and waited.
He stood in the room and looked around like a kid on Christmas morning. His eyes glinted with delight, his penis already beginning to swell and rise from its bed of dark hair. He flicked his tongue across his lips. Dana almost expected him to clap his hands.
"Did you bring more wine, Peter?" he asked suddenly.
The tall black man nodded and snapped a red velvet cover from a tray he'd set against the wall. Three bottles of sparkling red wine waited with a set of glasses.
"Good. A drink for everyone, then the party will begin."
The man poured the drinks. For the first time, Dana realized that there was no slash of white at the man's loins, no cloth hiding his sex organs. She stared at the dangling penis as he bent forward to fill the glasses with wine. Even in repose, the organ was gigantic. It dangled forward, hanging at least ten inches from his body. Behind it, the two black sacs swayed slightly. Dana caught her breath.
The girl, Amelia, was naked too. Now her high, uptilted breasts were gleaming in the soft light of the room. Dana had never seen a black body before, and she was surprised by the soft pink color of the nipples that capped the breasts. Perhaps their contrast to the ebony skin made them seem lighter, but they resembled delicate rosebuds opening for the first time under a summer dew. They seemed to glisten with moisture.
Stephanie was, of course, nude too. And the three of them waited expectantly. Dana looked at Nick. He squeezed her arm slightly and winked at her. When Peter offered the wine, Nick handed her a glass. She was past rational thinking and made no protest. She drank the wine readily and willingly, hoping it might somehow make sense of the confusion in her mind.
It made her feel good again. She smiled and comforted herself with the knowledge that she was a prisoner here. That somehow made everything, and anything, all right. Even with the wine, she could not quite admit she was enjoying herself and did not want to leave. like the others, she waited for Evan to tell them what to do.
He sipped his wine and laughed softly. "Mmmmm, let's all get on the bed." He waved his empty glass at Peter, who took it and refilled it quickly.
Dana couldn't quite place the two servants in the party. It seemed strange Evan would include them. But then Evan was strange. She crawled onto the mattress at his bidding. She sat watching Evan who was still standing looking at them. His penis was erect now, his excitement building as watched the others move across the red velvet. "You too, Peter. Next to her, Dana."
Dana's heart raced. Peter slid onto the mattress at her side, sitting very close to her. His thigh touched hers, and she felt a quick shiver of delight race through her. His black skin was a sharp contrast to her own paleness. He smiled at her. She looked at his enormous sex organ.
"Okay," Evan said. "I want to watch. just begin."
Dana was still trying to figure out what he'd said when the others went into action. They had the benefit of experience at this man's parties, evidently, and they knew what he wanted. The sex play began.
Peter turned to Dana and pulled her back to the mattress with him. His arm pinned her body to the red velvet, his hand found a tit and covered it completely. A shiver raced through Dana, and she turned her body so she faced the man. He immediately sent his other hand between her legs and pried at her pubic hair.
Dana gasped softly. Around them she could hear the sounds of preliminary lovemaking, soft cries of delight from the women and grunts of satisfaction. It might have been her imagination, but she was sure she heard the soft, smacking sounds of juicy sex organs.
Maybe it was her own. She could already feel the hot moisture collect between her legs and provide lubrication for the huge hand that fondled her vagina. She felt his thick fingers poke into the narrow slit, pull apart the wet lips and penetrate the opening. She gaped at the close face in surprise and delight. The man grinned and quickly pressed his heavy lips to cover her surprise. His tongue pierced her oral cavity like a spear and whipped at her tongue savagely. She moaned and surrendered to the kiss and his expert, investigating hands. She discovered her own hands would not stay still. One ran in long delightful strokes over his gleaming black waist and low hip. The other forced itself between their bodies and found the enticing length of his unbelievable prick. The organ was soft and silky, but immediately it began to fill out in her fist. She clutched it, and it swelled and struggled to move closer to her.
She did not resist. She helped him bring their bodies to close contact, letting the hard jutting cock stab between her legs, trying to move quickly enough so it would move up into her hot snatch. She was wild with need, wild to have this bulging monster in her! She wiggled and pressed to him.
Evan stepped onto the mattress. "Oooh, you really turned her on, Peter. Isn't she something!"
Peter released the kiss and smiled up at Evan. "She's hot, Ev, really wet and ready."
Dana heard the words from the far land of her burning need. She knew they were talking about her, and she knew it was true she was hot, she was ready. Even the fact that they were discussing her made her even hotter. She twisted and tried to force her body to the teasing black prick so close to her.
But Peter waited. "She wants you," Evan told him.
Peter laughed softly.
"Make her suck it first," Evan said with finality.
Peter moved out of Dana's grasp abruptly. He turned so her face came close to his lap as he sat near her. He touched her hair and smiled at her. "You heard what the man said, baby."
Dana looked at Evan. He stood staring at her, eyes wide and slightly wild, his penis full and at attention now. He waited for her to move. She looked at Peter sitting next to her. Her eyes were drawn to the fantastic flagpole that stood up from his crotch. It was dark and inviting, the red tip protruding like a mushroom cloud from the column of black skin. It glistened with moisture which seeped slowly from the tiny slit.
"Go ahead," Evan instructed softly. "Get on your hands and knees and suck it!"
She moved slowly but surely. She pulled herself onto her knees and crawled to the tempting flesh between the long, muscular black thighs, to the sweet haven where they joined. Dana pressed closer, mouth open, tongue waiting in welcome. The glistening tip touched her lips and she wrapped her hot mouth around the whole column of delectable flesh. She felt the man tense, and it made her even more excited to know that she had pleased him. She was dimly aware of Evan talking behind her.
"Mmmmm, that's pretty to watch. She has a loving tongue. Oh, I can see her wet pussy!"
He was on his hands and knees behind her now, looking at the sight her rump presented. His hands went to her ass and pried at the white spheres. He ,ran his finger along the crack and lingered suggestively at the tight pucker of her ass-hole. Dana felt the hard surge of juice in her belly. The flaming sword of cock in her mouth was driving her crazy. Her own organ was on fire, wanting its orgasm, impatient with waiting. She wanted to feel this lovely long organ inside her belly! She lapped at it furiously.
Evan moved one hand between her legs. She inched her legs apart quickly to make room for him, but he only teased at her clitoris without entering the ruby red gates. He liked making her hot, he wanted to have her wild, to get even for all the mean things she'd done to him earlier. He would have her on his terms.
He studied the beautiful sight. From behind, he watched his finger dart along the dripping wet curtains of her vagina. He saw the small curled hairs wrap around his inquisitive finger, and he smiled. Her muscles twitched and tried to coax him deeper into the hole. It was Peter's cock that was exciting her. She wanted it, desperately and wholly. He smiled again. Peter was a master craftsman at the art of fucking. It would be fun to watch this girl have him for the first time.
He raised his head and looked at the black man who was sitting serenely under the hot mouth. "She wants you, Peter," Evan said with a laugh.
"It's up to you, Ev."
"Yes. I think it would be fun. I know! Yes, that's it! We'll both do it!"
Peter forced Dana's head up from his crotch. Her lips left the tasty treat reluctantly, clinging sucking as he pulled her mouth off him. She licked the drops of his fluid from her lips and looked at him hopefully.
"Ready for it, baby?" Peter asked.
She nodded eagerly. Vaguely, she was aware of the humping and bouncing forms on the red velvet around them, but she was too preoccupied to watch them. She had something more important to do.
Peter stretched out beside her again. The huge mattress was not crowded, and there was plenty of room for them to lie together. Instead of turning her to her back, Peter raised her one leg with his hands and aimed his lance toward the wet hole of her vagina. The burning tip seared her flesh and she gasped.
"like it?" he asked.
"Yes, oh yes! Put it in, please!" She didn't care if she begged. She had to have it. She needed it.
The swollen giant slapped against her wet tissue and then pierced the spread lips. Dana held her breath. It moved up into her slowly, then with a sudden thrust, completed the penetration in a quick, hard motion. Her breath escaped in a cry of delight. It was everything she had hoped, even more. It was a hard shaft of pulsating hot flesh, full of power and strength, full of promise.
Peter drove it up into her and she felt the hot spurt of her love juices rush to bathe the invader. Her belly tingled, sending flames through her and rippling hot need in her uterus. His long prick had immediately discovered the tight, hard circle of that inside place, and had forced its way brazenly into it. She felt as if she were being stretched on a rack, pulled in opposite directions by hot hands. She moaned and whimpered.
"Oooh, she's so hot! Hold her now, I'm going up her ass-hole!" Evan's voice came from behind her, and she heard the words in a trance. It wasn't possible, but she was beyond arguing or protesting. She felt the hot tip of Evan's cock touch her ass, insert itself between the halves, search for the tight muscle. Peter took her mind off the problem by screwing hard into her vagina. He was like a hot hose, throbbing with pressure, waiting to be turned on so he could pump his gallons of. hot juice into her.
Evan's cock pressed against the muscle. It resisted and he said something quickly to Peter.
Before Dana realized what was happening, Peter humped delightfully into her, making her forget everything but the driving power of his shaft. In her moment of relaxation, Evan forced his cock into her ass-hole. The pain was already subsiding by the time she became aware of it. The hot tearing of her flesh was immediately lost in the fire of the two men beating their rhythms inside her. Evan's penis dribbled love juice into her ass-hole and wetted it so he could slide easily back and forth. Her vagina was so wet and hot she was beside herself with anguished need.
She cried into the black chest that held her close. The pile driver jammed up into her. It met the quick, full thrust Evan speared from the rear. It was a union, the two pricks touching ends deep. inside her. It was a catalyst for the explosion, the spark for the dynamite buried in her belly.
She wailed loud and long as her body gave itself completely to the pleasure of the orgasm. She rose to a pinnacle of glory and hung there for long delightful moments. She had never known such ecstasy. And then, as if on signal, the two driving, spearing cocks went off at the same time. Hot semen poured into her from both sides and filled her. She was rolling in it, drowning in the delightful heat and slime. Over and over, she cried, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Peter made a small sound above her head, but Evan cried with his pleasure. "What a fuck hole! Yes, I'm coming! I'm coming! I love ass fucking, I love it!"
After a very long time, the two men lay still and Dana was motionless in Peter's arms, her head cradled against his sweating chest. She liked the feel of his smooth, hairless skin on her face, and she brushed her lips to it. She felt Evan pull out of her rear and then slowly extract her from the other man's arms. His face mirrored his pleasure.
"That was very good. Come on now, Peter, and I will bathe you and then we'll come back to play some more. Maybe with them too." He waved toward the twisting bodies on the red mattress.
Dana turned to look. She had forgotten about the others, she'd been too busy with other things. Nick was astride Amelia, his long body pale against her dark skin. His cock was digging inside the girl's red, wet, spread open cunt, and huge smacking sounds came from them each time they slapped together. The girl's hands were running up and down Nick's back, the nails like claws, digging into his flesh and leaving red welts in their wake. If he noticed, it only excited him further. Dana stared at the humping ass and saw his balls bounce with each thrust. Animal lust began to invade her body again, despite the total satisfaction she had known only moments ago.
On the other side of them, Stephanie sat on her haunches close to Nick. Her legs were spread and Nick's hand was in her cunt, playing wetly with the hot folds. His fingers pushed in and out of her in perfect timing with his cock in the other woman. Stephanie's eyes were closed, her head thrown back in delight. Dana swallowed her jealousy.
Evan pulled her to her feet and she followed him and Peter to the open bath. This time she made no protest at all when the two men put her in the shower and began to cleanse her body with their hands and long columns of soap that looked very much like penises. Evan speared the soap into her.
She smiled, but couldn't take her gaze off the still humping forms in the other room. She could hear the grunts and groans clearly, even over the roar of the water. Then she saw the explosion of relief in Nick's face, and she knew the three lovers had reached their climaxes. Her guts tightened.
Evan shoved the long bar of soap into her cunt. He moved it around like a sex organ and scoured her insides. Then he motioned to Peter who was soaping Dana's tits lavishly. The man pulled a small hose from the wall. It was the kind that usually had a spray attached to the end, but instead of the spray head, this one had an inch-wide nozzle, smooth and round, with only a small slit at the end for an opening.
Dana watched Evan bend to insert the nozzle between her legs. She felt it move up into her vagina, hard and heavy like a cock. Evan paid no attention to the spray of the shower that cascaded over his head and body. He knelt in front of her and touched some hidden switch to turn the hose on. Delightful warm water gushed up into Dana's cunt, filling it, soothing it, washing away the froth of soap the long bar had left there. She sighed with relief as a quick, if brief, orgasm gripped her. Maybe it was seeing Nick on the other woman, or maybe it was the simulated sex act with the soap and the hose.
Evan turned off the shower and Peter wrapped a huge maroon towel around her damp body. His drying motions were not designed to quiet her passion, rather to excite it again. She had stopped trying to think, to understand the feelings her body had. Once again, she was captive to their demands. She could not control her body's pleasure. She did not want to.
Back on the mattress, she soon lost track of the mauling hands, the rubbing bodies, the sexy touches that swarmed over her. Evan gave her more wine. She laughed, fell back on the red velvet, and gave herself completely to the delights of the sex play. From time to time, she was aware of the changing partners that climbed on her, entered her body. Once she recalled hugging the huge black prick in her mouth while Nick took her cunt. Over and over, she came. There was a vague memory of the golden cords binding her hands and feet, pillows stuffed under her arched body, men and women rubbing and feeling her flesh. And all the time, Evan's insistent voice gave directions for what he wanted. She seemed to be the focal point of his interest for the night.
Even after she passed out, they continued the game.