Black and Cherry Velvet.
21:53 Jan 06 2008
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She followed the hostess as she showed her to the table. Thinking just how much the designer dress cost that the shapely woman wore, she notice the extravagant décor of the private club, full to the rim with the town’s most powerful people. Her body took in the looks of the men, not only for her body, but because she was one of them. Her clothing design was taking off, reaching up to join the names of a few of men in this room. She nodded to one such man, smiling as she knew she took an “A” list Hollywood star from his racks. At the last premier she had walked the red carpet with her design on her back, not his. Not bad for a girl from Ohio.
Once at the back of the dinning area, black heavy velvet drapes covered the long wall. Wondering if the hostess had a few drinks…she was taken back when she open the drape to show a private room within the dinning area. The hostess step aside and she looking to her left and right, thinking of how many more rooms could be in the room. “Miss. Trip, if you will step in.” She turned back to the hostess and did as she was asked. Stepping in she found the woman she was here to meet.
“Miss Webb, great pleasure to finally meet you face to face.” Shaking hands with the older woman, she turned and found a man in uniform holding out her chair. As she walked the few feet to the chair she looked around to take in the private dinning room. Once the heavy drape was put back into place, the sounds of conversations, glasses and silverware was drown out. She found the cherry red walls to be very sensual, the same color table cloth to be stunning. A dark wooden server piece was the only other piece of furniture in the room. Crystal containers of liquids, and cut crystal stemware were the only items on top.
Gold wall sconces held candles on the walls, with a matching chandelier hanging from the ceiling above the table. No china was on the table, just a small vase of pink roses. She sank into the padded velvet covered straight back chair, letting the man help her adjust it to the table.
She thanked the man, putting her small beaded evening bag on the chair. She felt the older woman’s eyes on her, making judgment. Unlike others before- this one she could feel. Like a hand was touching her in places- her hair, neck, between her breast, her waist, hip, upper thighs, and along the back of one calf. She shivered, closing her eyes to take several deep breaths to clear her mind.
“Please to meet you as well, Miss Trip. What would you have to drink?” She opens her eyes to see the woman’s face- cool, calm…as if nothing had happen. “White wine.” The man step away from behind her and left the room. “If you do not mind, I would like to get directly to the business at hand. To understand what you are asking me for…a total lost of control…in a safe environment of course.” “Yes. I understand you have the ability to do this in total confidence.” “Of course.” They stop talking as the drape was parted and the server returned. He placed a wineglass in front of Miss Webb off the silver tray, then step over to place the other in front of her. She notice Miss Webb looked at the man, and nodded.
The next few minutes happen quickly, an action only taking a few seconds. The man put the tray on the server, and she felt him at behind her. She felt something coming over her head, and brought her hands up to grab…a cold round object was pushed into her mouth. She caught at his wrist, pulling as he belted the ball gag behind her head. She was picked up by with an arm around her waist, the chair shoved aside. She was shoved flat on the table, pushed flat.
She fought, the vase of roses hitting the floor, her hands reaching out to the other lady. Miss Webb held her drink, sitting back in her chair and watched. She felt her tight skirt being pushed up and she turned her hands to fight him, pushing useless at his hold, nails digging in as she screamed. He stopped with his hand at her crotch all of a sudden, and she felt it again. The power from before, but this time it was calming, and she felt her heart beat slow, her breathing changing as she looked at the older woman.
“You asked for control to be taken. Understand I am here, and no harm will come of you. But you will not be in control of this. Continue.” The man put a large palm at the center of her back, holding her as he rip at her panties. She reached behind her and slap at his hand, trying to stop him. God- people was right on the other side of the drape…if she could scream, get away… his finger slid over her nub and she screamed. She started to pound her fist on the table, thinking if she made enough noise help would come… he grab both her wrist and pulled them behind her. His uniform tie was used to tie them together. She looked around…and realized she was trapped.
His hand returned to her, rubbing her as he grind his hips against her. She felt her control…the desire to stop him slip away. The words of “No harm will come to you” started to play over and over in her head. His fingers slip into her, finding her dry. He grunted, and started to stroke. Miss Webb stood, her drink still in hand, and moved to the side of the table. She reached down and moved her long hair that came loose with her fighting aside. “He is in control now. You are at his mercy. Do you feel it? Do you know what he is going to do to you?” His finger stroked harder and she moaned, growing wet.
Miss Webb hand travel along her arm, reaching under to feel her breast. “Pull her up.” His hand moved off her back to her hair, pulling her upper body up with a fist of her hair. Miss Webb touched her breast, pulling at the silk blouse, the pearl buttons popping under the rough handling. She felt tears falling down her eyes as the woman pushed her bra cup down, pinching the nipple hard. “You have wonderful breast…nice and full.” She leaned down to the woman and whisper in her ear. “I am going to let him fuck you. He will do it hard, and it will seem he last forever to you. Welcome to the lost of control, Miss Trip.” And with those words, she got her fantasy. She moaned, and twisted around his fingers, a strong climax coming from the rush of it.
She twisted, still trying to push him off her, but Miss Webb moved back to her chair, sit, and spoke “Fuck her till I tell you to stop.” His finger left her wetness, and she heard the sound of his zipper, rip of a package, and then he filled her with a hard thrust. She watched the woman who sat, drinking her drink as this man took her. This was the woman in charge, whose mercy she was at.
He took her, demanding her surrender, pounding into her, the heavy table leaving marks at her thighs as she was slam into the table again and again. He moved both hands into her hair, and she was kept that way, her hands tied behind her, unable to move. And it was the best sex she ever had. With her cum leaked down her inner thighs, her throat dry from all her moans, when Miss Webb told him to “Finish it.” Strong hands moved to her shoulder, and she looked at Miss Webb watching her, her breast bouncing with the deep hard thrust he used to build for his release.
Miss Webb placed her empty glass on the table, it being knocked over with the rocking of the table. She stood and step over and moved the hair off her wet hot forehead. The sound of sex filled the small room, the heat, scent of them. She took a deep breath, and then placed her lips to Miss. Trips ear. “Hope you enjoyed your session, Miss Trip. I know I most certainly did.” She felt cold hands at her breast, cupping them, messaging them. One hand moved down her waist, and wet itself with them cum that soiled her pussy. She looked at the hand in front of her face, the nice nails covered with white cum. She moaned as Miss Webb came to into her view and took the finger into her mouth, sucking it.
The man fingers bruised her shoulders as he grunted at the action and she screamed as the cock in her swell. Miss Webb lips return to her ear. “You taste wonderful… and I just have to have more.” A sharp slap to her ass, and he filled her with his cum. She joined him, the sharp pain at her neck only adding to the pleasure. He landed on top of her, and she notice the sucking at her neck, the pain…she went to turn her face to see what was causing it, but it tore at her skin. With his weight at her back, she passed out.
Miss Webb drank from her, pulling away, licking the wound and the last of the blood. She stood up to find he had moved off her and straighten his clothing. “Get her dressed, cover her in the coat she checked. Use the limo and take her home as normal.” “Yes madam.” She wiped her mouth and watched him hit the trigger on the server, the back wall open to a dark hallway. She left him to do as she order, going out to her car.
She woke the next afternoon in her own bed. Sitting up, she was lost for a few minutes, then realized where she was. She pushed the covers back and found she was nude. She hit the button beside the bed as she pulled on a robe. Her maid knocked at the door, and she told her to come in. “What happen last night? How did I get home?” “A young man brought you home, in a limo. He said you two meet at a dinner party and you drunk too much. He brought you to your room and put you to bed him self.” She asked him what he looked like and it was the man who had sex with her. She asked if he left a name, but the maid said he said “She will know how to reach me.” She sent the maid out with orders for the food, going to shower.
She set out of the shower and looked at herself in the mirror. She found soreness between her legs and on her shoulders. Bruises where she would expect- thighs, wrist, neck…she remember the pain at the side of her neck, and found nothing in that area, a pale mark at her mouth from the ball gag. All were easily covered by clothes and makeup. She looked at herself and smiled.
Weeks later Miss Webb stood with the mayor of the city, and smiled as he introduced her to a millionaire oil man from Texas. His wife made a comment on her evening gown and she touched the cherry red and black velvet gown. “Thank you. It’s a Jane Trip design.” A one of a kind, a small thank you gift she had sent her.
Copyright: SKW Dec. Jan 2008
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pw
15:24 Mar 11 2008
it is true what they good minds do think a like