Made For Sex. Joan Elizabeth Lloyd
And you can’t do anything about it or everyone will see.”
There was a barely audible groan.
“Wonderful,” Ronnie purred. “Now, as Snow White sits on her throne, her pussy gets so itchy that she had to reach down and touch it. Can you see her? She’s sitting with her legs spread wide apart. She slowly pulls up her skirt and slides her fingers up the inside of her creamy thighs. Do it, Snow White,” Ronnie said, looking at Carla. “You know you love to have people watch you.”
Carla stroked her pussy through her panties. She was soaking wet. She knew that if she caressed herself just right she would climax immediately but she found that she wanted to wait and continue to amuse Mr. Holloway. And, amazingly enough, she liked the fact that Ronnie was watching her.
“Mr. Holloway?” Carla said softly.
He cleared his throat. “Yes?”
“I’m right here, scratching the insides of my thighs with the tips of my long red nails. Now I’m using one nail and touching my clit, just brushing it, flicking it. It’s so good.”
“I bet if you play with it, you’ll come,” Ronnie said. “Right Snow White?”
“Oh yes,” Carla groaned. “I want to come.”
“That sounds acceptable to me,” Mr. Holloway said.
“Stroke your cunt, Snow White,” Ronnie said. “Put the phone near your cunt and let Mr. Holloway hear your fingers moving.”
Carla held the phone close to her pussy and slid her fingers under the crotch of her panties. She knew just how to touch herself because she’d done it so many times in the past five years.
“Yes,” Ronnie said. “I can see you with my eyes and Mr. Holloway can see you in his mind. Rub it harder.”
“Yes,” Carla whispered, panting. She was so close. Just another moment.
“Rub it faster, Snow White,” Ronnie said. “Can you hear her, Mr. Holloway? Hear how close she is to coming? Hear her breathing, how fast it is? She’s going to come…right now!”
Carla let out a low moan as she spasmed. She held very still and reveled in the waves of pleasure that washed over her body.
“Does your cock hurt, darling?” Ronnie said into the phone as Carla slowly recovered from one of the best orgasms she’d had in a long time.
“I think that will work out nicely,” Mr. Holloway said. “I have to go now.”
“Are you going into the bathroom to take your big hard cock in your hand and massage and fondle it until you spurt hot come all over?”
“I think that will be enough for now,” he said, laughing. “Otherwise it won’t go well for any of us.”
“Right,” Ronnie said, laughing too.
“Thank you, darling,” Carla said into the phone, her breathing not yet back to normal. “That was wonderful.”
“I’ll speak to you soon,” Mr. Holloway said. “And thank you for your help in this matter. I’ll handle it from here.” As he hung up, everyone was laughing.
Chapter
4
“Oh, Lord,” Carla said, curling up in her chair. “If that’s what it’s like all the time, then I’ll be both exhausted and delighted.” Strange, but she wasn’t embarrassed by Ronnie watching as she came.
“It is if you want it to be. You understand most of my rules and know that I stick by them, no matter how much money is involved.”
“Spell them out again.”
“I never do anything I don’t think I’ll enjoy and I make it clear to my friends that I always have the right to call things off at any time, as do they. That’s part of the reason for having dinner with a new acquaintance before our first encounter. Doing what I do takes trust. Everyone must have the right to say stop and we always agree on a safe word.”
“Safe word?”
“I usually use ‘popcorn.’ At any time, if anyone says that word, everything stops. Immediately. And if I can’t trust my friends to obey if I say it, and to say it if they want to stop, it’s no deal.”
“Why is it important that they say it too? You’re the one who needs a way out.”
“Not really. Take men who enjoy being dominated. If I can be sure they’ll use the safe word, I can do anything that takes my fancy. I describe what I’m going to do if it’s the first time and I don’t have to worry about going too far. The safe word is there so they can yell, ‘Please stop,’ and know I won’t, but be sure I’ll stop when that’s what they really want.”
“That sounds reasonable,” Carla said, still catching her breath after the phone call.
“Also, no heavy drinking, although a glass or two loosens things up. No drugs of any kind and, as you know, I insist that my friends use condoms. He can have seventeen blood tests or whatever, but condoms are mandatory. Period.”
Carla nodded. Everything that Ronnie said seemed, if anything, overly cautious.
“You’re still interested, aren’t you?” Ronnie said.
Carla took a deep breath. “After that phone call,” she said, “more than ever. But I’m a little apprehensive about where to start.”
“I have a suggestion,” Ronnie said, stretching out on the sofa and crossing her long legs at the ankles. “An old friend called me a few weeks ago. His name’s Bryce and I’ve known him for over a year.”
Carla had learned in college that Ronnie’s particularly delightful, slightly mischievous smile meant that she was deeply involved in hatching an inventive plot. When Ronnie didn’t continue, Carla said, “And….”
Ronnie picked up the glass of wine from the table next to her and took a sip. “He’s had an ongoing fantasy about wedding nights and seduction. He’s heavily into romance, music, wine, all that.” Carla could see the dreamy look in Ronnie’s eyes. “He’s also into a bit of control, which I think you’ll find irresistable. And he’s dynamite in bed, a deliciously creative man who gets his satisfaction from giving as well as taking pleasure. We’ve spent some memorable nights together.”
“He sounds too good to be true. Is he married? And if he is, why does his wife let him out of her sight?”
“His wife died several years ago and part of the reason he plays with me is that he’s surrounded with matchmaking friends who bombard him with suitable women. I think that, when he’s with me, he’s comfortable. We have wonderful times together, great sex, and there are no strings, no commitments.” Ronnie smiled. “I hope you don’t mind but we talked about you.”
“You knew that I was going to do this, didn’t you.”
“You’re not expert at hiding your feelings, and I know you pretty well.”
Carla smiled and pulled on her jeans. “You certainly used to, and after that game we just played with Rick Holloway, you know me even better.”
Ronnie laughed. “True. Anyway, I think he’d be a wonderful first time for you. He’d love it and, I can guarantee, so would you.”
“It sounds like he’s your friend.”
“He’s a special man, but he’s just a friend. And I think you’d enjoy being together.”
“But….”
“Listen, Carla. I don’t know whether you should do this at all. I understand myself and I’ve been doing what I do for almost four years. I love it.”
“I know you do. I’ve given this entire situation a lot of thought and, well, it titillates