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Valentine Whispers |
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By Margo Perry
It was Sunday in the city. Valentine’s Day. Crowds of friends, lovers and loners had moved outside to enjoy the atypical warmth, their colourful umbrellas dripping and glistening under the streetlights as night closed in around them and lightening streaked the sky. Caught between night and day, between the delights of foreplay and the promise of more urgent couplings, they moved quickly toward hearth and home. The air was charged with anticipation.
Sky’s limo eased through the rainstorm. He couldn’t wait to get to Mari. He needed her love. He longed for the quiet intimacy of their touches, kisses and words. The fans’ screaming adoration was still ringing in his ears, too loud and too distant. He cleared his throat. The concert had been a long, hard sing and his vocal chords were tired. He took a deep breath. The car smelled of booze and horniness. One large spongy breast pressed against his left arm, heavy, soft and irresistible; insinuating and persuasive. His cock began to stir and ripen. Concerts always left him randy and the long ebony-lacquered fingernails that scratched his right inner thigh lit a fire deep inside him. He shifted involuntarily in his seat, making room for his heavy balls, his stiffening rod and most of all for the guilt he felt as his body betrayed him. Pre-cum oozed from his cock head.
“You can drop me at the next set of lights,” Sky said to the driver.
“Right, sir.”
“Come on,” the band manager said, ignoring the groupie who was vigorously massaging his crotch, her glassy eyes staring across the limo at Sky, the one whose cock she really wanted to pleasure. “You had five ovations! Count ‘em … five! And everybody’s gonna’ be at the blow-out looking for Sky. Everybody! You gotta’ come and partaaay!”
“I’m going to do just that. With Mari,” he said, as the car pulled to a stop and he stepped outside.
“Wha’s a Mari?” a squeaky voice slurred.
Sky closed the door softly and dashed across the street without so much as a backward glance, his coat flapping and the rain drenching his spiked hair. He loved the music as much as ever, but he was way over life on the road with its drugs, booze and women. In less than a week, he’d be married and he couldn’t wait. He needed something grounding and nurturing and that was Mari and marriage. He’d even accepted a studio gig. But in spite of accepting his proposal, Mari still seemed unsure. “If something’s not broke, why try and fix it?” she’d asked, referring to their ten year relationship. They were two independents with separate addresses, coming together out of love and want and Mari was happy with that arrangement. But, Sky wanted more and tonight he intended to reassure her, once and for all, that her decision to marry him was the right one.
The concierge met him at the door.
“Here you go,” he said, passing Sky a towel. “I brought a few up from the spa and they’re coming in real handy tonight.”
“Thanks,” Sky said, rubbing his head vigorously. “You’re the best, Alex.”
“I caught the concert on my laptop. Great show! You were real good, Mr. Sky.” A beaming Alex relieved Sky of the used towel and dropped it into a hamper. “You’d better hurry,” he said, moving back to his desk. “They’re waiting for you up there.”
Sky was confused. They? He thought it was just going to be him and Mari tonight. And why was Alex smirking like a man with a secret?
“You coming?” a voice yelled from the elevator. Sky hurried toward the open door. “I heard you hung out here. Your girlfriend’s that Mari chick, right? I’ve been waiting to run into you for seven months,” the young girl gushed, melting to the floor with youthful ease and rummaging through her over-sized gym bag. Her long chestnut hair grazed the elevator’s floor and her slender body curved gracefully over her knee.
“Mari’s my fiancée.”
The girl squinted up at him. “Lucky bitch,” she muttered, as she tossed her sneakers and a pair of weights onto the floor.
The girl made him feel older than his forty years. Her raw tongue and bluntness put him on edge.
“Would you please autograph this?” she asked finally, brandishing a pen and a worn copy of his first CD, Piano Notes in The Key of You.
“With pleasure,” he said, scrawling his name across the cover. “And your name?”
She finished stuffing her belongs back in her bag and stood, moving toward him before answering.
“Elizabeth.”
‘For Elizabeth’ Sky scrawled, before passing the recording back to her. She was standing too close, almost snuggling under his arm and she smelled of coffee and nicotine.
“How old are you, Elizabeth? And why are you polluting your lungs?”
“I’m eighteen and I only had one ciggie.”
She stepped away from him, sulking, and as the elevator stopped, Sky realized that she’d ridden fifty-five floors just to be with him.
“Take care of yourself, lovely Elizabeth,” Sky said.
“Thanks for the music and the autograph, Dude,” she said, grinning and happy again.
Sky stepped out of the elevator and stopped dead in his tracks. A burst of raucous laughter echoed from down the hall. It sounded like it was coming from Mari’s condo. He sighed out loud, but couldn’t alleviate the disappointment pressing in on his chest. All he wanted was a quiet night alone with Mari. He’d been warming up his voice for the show when her email had arrived and he’d hardly absorbed it, except for the ‘I’ll be waiting. See you later’ part. He pulled out his Blackberry, pulled up her email and read:
I’m not at all sure that you’re ready to commit to me, as in forsaking all others. Come to the condo after your concert and we’ll sort this out, once and for all. I’ll be waiting. See you later. Love, Mari.
“Fuck, I’ve been hers for years,” Sky said, as he walked up to Mari’s door.
He knocked and waited. After a few moments, he knocked again. Finally the door swung open. The condo was dark and no one seemed to be there. Sky stepped cautiously inside.
“Hello?” he called out.
The door swung shut with a bang and before Sky knew what was happening, a black velvet hood was pulled over his head, throwing him into complete darkness.
“Don’t try to resist,” Mari said, “tonight you’re in our hands.”
“Don’t I have any say in the matter?”
“Not tonight, honey.”
Mari took his hand, lifted it to her mouth and ran her tongue over his palm. Shivery quakes raced through his body to his cock.
If this is going to be the action, just relax and enjoy yourself!
His velvet shell had been treated with perfume, distinct fragrances that had no names, except for Mari’s Chanel No 5. The other scents teased his memory, attaching themselves one by one to the bodies of women he knew. Mari’s friends: Sensuous women who enjoyed teasing and arousing him. Birds of sexual prey.
“Ooooh … you’re all wet,” Mari said. “Our first order of business is to dry him off.”
She sounded a bit tipsy and Mari rarely took a drink and never before he got there. This was not business as usual. Somebody took off his coat, scarf and leather jacket.
“Wait a minute,” Sky said, groping as nimble fingers began unbuckling his belt.
“Don’t you trust us? Mari giggled, smacking away his hand.
“Who’s us?” Sky asked, as he felt a tug at his zipper and then his pants being pulled down to his knees.
“Never mind, baby” sing-songed a deep alto.
“Jennifer?” Sky blurted, as his body reacted involuntarily to the sound of her voice.
Jennifer had been Mari’s best friend since high school and she was one of those girls who never missed an opportunity to strut her humongous breasts, long deep cleavage and sexy, childbearing hips to their best advantage. Sky could feel his level of arousal kick up a notch. If she were edible, he figured she’d be a chocolate covered strawberry. Maybe it was the rosy tone shining through her naturally tanned complexion, or the lusciousness of her full lips. Or maybe the soft island twang she’d learned from her mother. Whatever it was, she had the ability to turn men on with ease and ever since Mari had introduced her to Sky, he had proven to be no exception.
“Don’t look so worried, Sky. We’re going to take real good care of you.”
That was Donna, Mari’s sister. She had the perfectly controlled voice of a dance teacher, used to moving, talking and counting, all in perfect time.
Hail, hail, the gangs all here.
Jennifer removed Sky’s shoes and socks and then began drying him with a towel, starting at his feet and working her way upward. Gently rubbing and dabbing, she moved over his shins, across his knees and then caressed his inner thighs. The towel’s soft touch sent waves of pleasure through his body. Sky panted, his face blushing red under his hood. He could hear raindrops bombarding the windows as the storm raged outside and wetness seeped from his cock head. He felt Jennifer’s huge breast graze his thigh as her towel nudged his balls.
“Get a move on girls, before he loses it! We wouldn’t want to embarrass the lad.”
Another voice … this one dripping with sarcasm.
Sky recognized Melanie, a Scandinavian beauty who stood five-eleven in her stocking feet and could diminish any man with one cold, blue-eyed glare. Sky always felt on edge around her, judged, inadequate and left wanting. He didn’t know whether it was her perfectly carved facial features, her domineering manner, or the ferocious love that she shared with Mari and the girls that made her so intimidating. Whatever it was, just knowing she was in the room made Sky’s cock ache and his erection grow even harder.
More hands pulled and poked at him, some tugging his shirt over his head while others touched and caressed his skin. Mari’s perfume grew stronger as she moved closer to lift the hood and kiss his cheek. Alien fingers tweaked his nipple. He was both turned on and terrified. He didn’t know what he was supposed to think or feel or do. He was becoming more aroused than he’d ever been in his life and he had yet to actually see any of these women. They were handling him with such brazen intimacy that he couldn’t help wondering what they were wearing? What would they do next? He felt great relief when they placed one of his arms into a sleeve and then the other. Something soft. Velour perhaps? He was grateful for the warmth and privacy as more unseen hands pulled the sash and tied it around his waist. They led him to his favourite chair, a red leather recliner in which he loved to sprawl and watch television.
“We won’t be tying you up, but we expect obedience,” Melanie said.
Whatever that means.
The tinkle of ice cubes was followed by a cold glass being pressed into his hand. One sniff and the smell of well-aged scotch filled his nostrils.
“He’s okay for now, girls,” he heard Mari say. “Let’s get our act together.”
What act?
Their voices drifted into the distance, becoming muted and less decipherable. He could no longer hear them and was glad that they were gone … at least for the moment. He needed time to think, to gather his thoughts. He took a good swallow of his drink through his mask’s large, gaping mouth. This gathering had been well-planned and he was suddenly overcome with a love and lust for Mari that sent licking warm pleasure over every inch of his cock and balls. Not knowing if he was being watched, he took a chance and gave his cock a rub through his robe and jockeys.
Music came from down the hall, a sensuous and teasing flute, jazzing over jungle drums. What was this about? These women and their machinations had to be some kind of test. He felt suddenly paranoid. What if he didn’t pass? Was he about to lose his dream, his marriage to Mari?
Don’t be daft! Mari and her friends are trying to give you a good time. Any other guy would be pumped. Get with the programme!
Sky tried to relax and go with the flow, but he just didn’t believe this was all in good fun. Was he was meant to resist whatever pleasures they were about to foist on him? These women were Mari’s inner circle. They flirted with him all the time and it had always been completely innocent. Until now. That line was crossed the minute they robbed him of sight and any modicum of control. He stroked the arms of his chair. The leather felt sticky under his sweating palms. He drained his drink and sat up straighter as voices began to drift his way. He strained, listening hard, but their tones seemed to have melded into some strange, wordless, whispering harmony. His long lashes blinked uncomfortably against fabric and his skin sweat in the muggy atmosphere inside the hood. He closed his eyes, submitted to the dark and gave himself up to waiting.
They returned so silently that only the smell of their perfume told Sky that they were back in the room.
“Sorry we took so long, but it’ll be worth it. Come with us.” Sky felt many hands on him again, easing him up out of the chair. “You’ve been a good sport and now you’re going to get your reward.”
Mari’s voice was sweet and gentle and Jennifer had wedded his arm to her huge tits as she took hold of his arm. Donna was guiding him by his other elbow.
What were you worried about?
They all made their barefoot way through the kitchen, the study, in fact the whole length of the long apartment.
“Be careful of the doorway, girls. We wouldn’t want our star to scrape his knee,” Melanie taunted.
Donna and Jennifer shepherded Sky into a tight diagonal and through the door with the determination of crabs crossing a busy highway, a strong ocean wind at their backs. Sky was beginning to feel claustrophobic. His breathing was shallow and interrupted by gasps. But that was only half the story. His reaction to the women was the other half. They were walking in step like old friends, but he could feel the heat coming off their skin, even through his robe. And he knew they could feel his arousal, even if they hadn’t noticed the cock tenting his jockeys.
Donna had released his elbow and pulled his arm close around her, nudging her pert ass against his thigh or cock at will.
You know you want to fuck her!
Jennifer was bringing up the cushiony rear. Hanging onto Sky’s wrist, she lodged his arm between her huge breasts, massaging and rubbing it against them as she moved. Everything in him wanted to tear away the hood and robe. He wanted to see and feel them. His engorged, over-sized cock wanted relief.
“Enough! Will somebody tell me what’s going on? Mari are you here?”
His helpless frustration fell on deaf ears. The women led him to the bed, relieved him of his robe and coaxed him down against a mountain of pillows.
“I could just take the damn thing off,” Sky sputtered.
“But that wouldn’t please me. And it wouldn’t be any fun, would it?” Mari’s voice was warm cocoa after the slopes. He allowed himself to relax against the pillows. “Just lie back and relax. Your favourite pizza will arrive in an hour. Until then, let us entertain you.”
Whispers and giggles buzzed and sparkled around him, making Sky feel safe for the first time since this strange adventure had begun.
“Let’s get down to business,” Melanie commanded. “We don’t want to hear a word from you for the next hour. All we want is for you to show us whether you can resist a woman’s advances, whether you are truly ready to commit to Mari. Now, remove your hood and let the games begin!”
Sky sat up and whipped off his mask. The air felt good on his face. He ruffled his hair, shook his head and blinked. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Mari’s bedroom had been transformed into a miniature cocktail lounge, designed in the mood of sleaze. Large plants from around Mari’s apartment occupied one corner and a bikini clad Mari was lounging under the foliage, umbrella’d drink in hand.
“Mari,” Sky whispered. “What’s going on here?”
“Somebody get Sky a drink,” Mari said, waving toward the dresser that was now a very specifically-stocked bar. “We’ve made them especially for you. They’ll remind you of our Bermuda cruise and rum punches at sunset. Everything tonight is for your pleasure.”
Your pleasure indeed!
Wearing identical gold body suits, Jennifer and Donna were making drinks together, or rather Donna was making drinks while Jennifer was trying to drive Sky insane. She knew the perfect angle to assume before manually shaking her cocktail with such enthusiasm that her giant orbs danced and jiggled. Sky wondered if she was shaking that perfect ass on purpose in an attempt to tease him and make him even more aroused than he already was. But there was no doubt when she turned to face him and his eyes fell on her incredible bosom. Despite her long neck, her breast flesh rose out of her too-small scoop necked top to billow almost up to her chin. Sky figured that if they were let loose, they’d flow like a river past her waist, toward the land of pussy.
Stop staring! Pull yourself together or you’ll blow it!
Sky jerked his attention back to Mari. Keeping track of all these women was harder than he’d imagined.
“Are you going to join me on the bed, or do I have to join you under the leaves?” Sky was feeling more himself, more in control.
“You’re going nowhere,” Melanie scolded. “I told you what’s going here. Just do as you’re told and prove to us that you can be a good boy!”
Sky felt naked, vulnerable and lost. Nothing was as he’d known it to be:
Mari had always insisted on wearing one-piece bathing suits, but tonight a zebra print push-up halter top exaggerated the size of her breasts, making her C cup look a luscious E, while her low rise bottoms were just begging to be untied.
Meanwhile, Melanie was wearing a strapless full length, diaphanous cream sand dress, complete with matching lacy chocolate brown panties and bra. Her perennial blond ballerina bun had been let loose, parted in the middle and left to flow over her shoulders and down her back. Her feet were bare, her toenails and fingernails painted a siren red. It was all too much and there was nothing Sky could do to conceal the height of his stimulation. His mocking cock lurched and tented his shorts.
“What’s a guy to do? What do you expect of me?” Sky asked.
He was having the best and worst of times and there was nowhere else he’d have rather been.
“We expect you not to talk! How many times do we have to tell you?” Melanie interrupted.
As if called by one bugle, they all crowded around the bed.
“We don’t want you to talk. We want you to feel what it’s like to be taunted by women that you can’t have. We need to know if you can take it.” Mari’s usually open smile was gone and it created an uncomfortable distance between them.
Sky felt like a lone man seeking approval from a tribe of Bewitchers. He felt like his life depended on his success and he wasn’t sure of the rules of engagement. Sky was scared.
“The pizza will be here soon,” Melanie said. “Jennifer, get Sky a drink. Donna, do your thing.”
Sky had been so wrapped up in Jennifer’s tits that he’d forgotten all about sister Donna who was standing a few feet away from her. He couldn’t imagine what ‘thing’ she would be about to do. He watched Jennifer turn up the volume on the CD player and Donna turn up the volume on Sky.
Sky had seen Donna dance with her contemporary troupe many times, but he’d never seen her move like this, gyrating to the Pussycat Dolls’ whispering, “Dontcha’!” She was one with the music and every twist of her hips, every shake of her shoulders and wave of her arm sent a message of lust - hungry, naked, unadulterated raw sexuality. To watch Donna with her legs spread, simulating the ins and outs of the sexual plunge, was like watching a beautiful stranger masturbate. He wanted to join in. He wanted to match her softness of movement and build, through force and speed, to total abandonment.
“Oh my God,” he heard Mari cry.
Sky was aware of the wet stain spreading across the front of his jockeys, but there was nothing he could do about it. Donna was bending over, giving him a birds-eye view of her perky little tits. Sky liked them as big as they could make them, but Donna made hers seem huge because she used them like weapons of mass seduction. There was no man she couldn’t bring to his knees dancing like that.
But then it got worse, or better, as Jennifer stepped forward and Donna stepped back.
Don’t cha wish your
girlfriend was hot like me
Jennifer placed her hands behind her head and stretched back, forcing her gargantuan breasts to thrust forward. A tiny release and she repeated the motion, only faster this time, making her tits rise and fall like giant waves on a roiling sea. Only now her hips had joined the party. Thrust. Recoil. Circle clockwise. Bend over. Show the tits. Shake the tits. Massage the tits.
If I you don’t touch your cock soon, it’s going to explode!
Melanie was sitting on a chair watching the proceedings, her hand beneath the folds of her skirt, her eyes dazed.
Jennifer crawled onto the bed and started upward on all fours. Her pendulous tits dragged over the soft comforter and her nipples grew long and hard. Her eyes blazed with her own arousal.
Sky wasn’t saying anything, but the groans of a man on the edge of orgasmic overload began to bubble from his lips. His hips were lifting off the bed as if actually reaching for release.
“That’s it,” Mari called out, scrambling up from the floor. “I can’t take anymore. Poor Sky has passed our test with flying colours. Let’s enjoy our wine and pizza and give my fiancé a break.”
Sky watched dumbfounded as Jennifer climbed off the bed and Donna started for the door. He didn’t know whether he wished Mari had called the game sooner or later, but his whole body was screaming for sex, sex and more sex. He could hear the fans screaming again and this time they were not too loud or distant. He wanted them. He wanted Mari and Donna and Jennifer and Melanie. His balls were aching and he needed to fuck.
“I didn’t notice the wine. Did you put it in the fridge?” Mari asked. Jennifer turned back from the door and stared at Mari blankly. “You didn’t . . .”
“I did. I’m so sorry. I forgot. I’ll just put on my coat and boots and drive to the store. I’m the only one who hasn’t had a drink.”
“Sky, would you mind going with her, so she doesn’t have to run out in the rain in that outfit. Coat or no coat, she’ll catch her death!”
“No problem,” Sky said.
He needed to get out of there. To breathe. He and Mari kept clothes in each others closets and Sky was dressed in a pair of jeans and a pullover in mere minutes. Jennifer was waiting for him by the door.
The drive to the liquor store was quiet. None of their usual conversation starters seemed relevant in face of the strangling, powerful sexual field that surrounded them. Sky could see her tits through her coat. His mind had captured their essence in living color and was replaying their every sway and bounce, their magnificent drag along the bedspread. Subdued by Mari’s abrupt ending of the fun, his cock was again rearing its yet to be satiated head. As soon as Jennifer stopped the car, Sky flew out of it and into the store like a man possessed.
The case of wine was waiting. Sky paid in cash and rushed back to the car, back to them. He realized that he should be thinking about Mari and their marriage. How wonderful it would be to make love to her tonight and for the rest of his life. But his little head was screaming louder than its bigger brother and Sky just couldn’t think.
“Think we should talk about it?” Jennifer asked, as she eased into a parking space at the edge of the property where no other cars were parked.
“Talk about what?” Sky asked, in a fervent pitch for time, for common sense to begin its rule.
“About how we felt back there, how much we wanted each other.”
Jennifer eased her coat from her shoulders. She moved her hands slowly over her breasts, massaging them, tweaking her nipples.
“You’ve made me as horny as I’ve been in a long time. What are we going to do about it?”
“We can’t do . . . you know,” Sky said.
“I don’t know,” Jennifer said, her eyes smoky, her full lips pouting. “If we can’t fuck, can you take it out and show me yours, while I show you mine?”
She slipped one spaghetti strap slowly off her shoulder. Sky gazed at a piece of heaven in a white lacy strapless bra. He could see her pebbled aureole. He could feel his zipper being pulled down. Feel himself reaching in and pulling out his cock.
Jennifer slipped the other strap off, pulled the top down to reveal her breasts in all their glory, bursting out of the bra.
“You gonna’ touch it for me?” Jennifer cooed.
Sky groaned with relief as he began to stroke. Within seconds, his head split into millions of erotic explosions and he fell into the abyss, pumping huge globs of cum into his lap as he stared helplessly at Jennifer’s enormous breasts. When he had nothing left to give, Sky collapsed back onto the seat, his face slack, breathing hard. He was shocked to see Jennifer opening her cell.
“He passed, but not with flying colours,” she said. “Make the call.”
“What are you doing?”
“You failed the test, dear boy. I’m not going to tell Mari how badly, but you’ll have to be punished.”
“What are you going to do?” Sky asked, his voice flat.
“You’ll see,” Jennifer said, as she started the car.
They drove home in absolute silence. Outside Mari’s door, Jennifer pulled the hood from her pocket and handed it to Sky. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll put this back on and do as you’re told.”
Jennifer held all the cards and a nervous Sky followed her instructions to the letter. She opened the door, took him by the hand and guided him inside where, once again, she seated him in his favourite red leather chair.
He didn’t feel the rope being lowered over him, until it was pulled tight. Then as before, there were hands all over him, this time binding his wrists and ankles to the chair. He couldn’t move.
“Now you’re going to know what it feels like to see the person you love pleasured by others. Only then will we be sure of your commitment to fidelity.”
Melanie slowly removed the hood from Sky’s head. There were three men. All young. All achingly handsome. All moving toward his Mari.
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