In Volume 2, Nikki had learned how to deep throat and we learned that Samantha will whore herself out for anything. Even groceries!
When we last left Samantha and Nikki, they were hosting a private sex party…
Samantha and Nikki had hosted several private sex parties that were unbelievably erotic without being sleazy or creepy. The opportunity to watch people have sex right in front of everyone definitely was alluring and exciting.
Samantha and Nikki lived in Beverly Hills, so the clients were very upscale that they had invited. They had a circular driveway, which was starting to have cars parking in it. Their large house was very nice. There were around fifteen people inside so far, and more kept arriving as time went on.
Samantha had on a silver lame' dress with matching silver stilettos. Nikki was dressed in a pink shiny halter top with a matching pink leather mini skirt and pink stilettos that he was trying to get used to wearing and walking in. Luckily, he had practiced that afternoon walking in them.
The attendees were mostly in their twenties and thirties. The dress was Hollywood erotic glam and gllitz. Lots of shiny dresses and men in leather.
"Thanks for coming. Please make yourselves comfortable. You'll find everyone to be friendly," Samantha said as she went to welcome new arrivals.
Guests, Becky and Greg ordered themselves a glass of wine from the bartender at the bar and stood around. They felt a bit awkward until their friends Jack and Rita came over to chat with them. It was their first time to attend a party like this. Rita held Becky's hand and asked, "Nervous?"
"A lot!"
Rita smiled. "Don't be. You'll love it, I know."
Promptly at 9:00 p.m., Samantha got the crowd's attention and asked them to gather in the party room area. Everyone had been in there having appetizers and drinks. Nikki went to the entry way and pushed a button closing the gates to the driveway.
Once everyone was gathered in the party area, Samantha entered the room and began to speak, "Hello everyone, and thank you for coming. Before we start, I want to go over a few things for the benefit of our first time guests. I know you haven't gotten a lot of details so I want to answer some of your questions. We've hosted several of these parties now, but I have been attending them for quite some time now. They are by invitation only and you have paid good money to be here. You can only be invited by me, so all of you know me in some way. For those of you who do not recognize him, this is my husband, whom I now refer to as Nikki, my she-male husband." The guests applauded. "And yes, she is a slutty whore and has been trained to do everything." More applause and jeers.
Samantha continued, "Please silence your cell phones during the performances. What you'll see are people allowing you to witness their favorite fetishes and sex acts. Each person or couple chooses what they'll do, some people have a more active imagination than others, but all deserve your encouragement and attention. There are four shows scheduled for tonight, then afterwards there will be private rooms for you to watch or participate in. I hope you enjoy this evenings activities." Then a bell rang and everyone started to file into another part of the house.
The group of guests went into what appeared to be a media entertainment room. There were theater chairs moved against the back wall, and some folding chairs, cushions, a couple of arm chairs and a love seat placed around the perimeter of the room.
The TV screen was retracted into its housing on the ceiling and replaced by a wrought iron bed with four posts and bars overhead for a canopy that was on a platform that appeared to be a stage. There was a single spotlight illuminating the bed and the seating areas were dimly lit, especially until the guests’ eyes became accustomed to the darkness.
Music started playing on the theater sound system, "Lords of Acid - Rough Sex" began. A young girl, about nineteen came out onto the stage area and was dancing around. She was wearing a pink ballerina's outfit and was very petit. Her dancing was interrupted by a large scruffy man dressed in black leather pants and no shirt. He was muscular and twice her size and in his thirties. He went to grab her and she pushed him away, hard, struggling to pull away from his grip. "Let me go!"
He was carrying black silk rope and tied her thrashing wrists together. He secured her bound wrists to the bedposts and tied each of her ankles to the other posts, spreading her feet about two feet apart.
He climbed on top of her and kissed her parted lips, tasting the sweetness of them and the saltiness of her sweat. He pressed his tongue into her mouth, forcing it against hers, tasting her fear and her desire, her reluctance and her yearning. He nipped at her lower lip, not asking permission, just taking what he felt was rightfully his.
He kissed her throat, his tongue tracing over her skin. He bit her just under her jaw, feeling her heartbeat racing against his mouth. He kissed her soft shoulders and her collarbones as she squirmed and screamed at him.
"Please stop!" She screamed.
He didn't say anything. He ripped the top of her pink leotard open, revealing her flat little stomach and her perfect little breasts that were small, barely B cups, and her nipples were as pink as her outfit.
Her areolas were tiny and her nipples were hard like little pink pencil erasers and begging to be sucked. He pinched them hard, making her scream, and then lowered his mouth to suck and lick and enjoy them. Her screams faded into something closer resembling a moan. He pulled her tutu off, throwing it on the ground and rubbed her pussy through her pink tights. He could feel the heat and wetness of her cunt and he smiled as her eyelids fluttered above him as he rubbed a finger over her swollen clit. He slapped each of her tiny little breasts, making her cry out.
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