Future of Porn

I woke gradually from a wonderful sleep, the kind of soft and complete sleep that leaves you rested, comfortable and fresh. As I opened my eyes the reality of my situation returned with the strangeness of the room. This was not the sofa of Marianne’s small apartment. I was in my new room at David’s opulent Houston home. There was no fear in the awareness, no apprehension, but more of a surrendering to the circumstances that brought a calm with it.

I rose slowly, stretching my way out of bed and into the bath. My body felt wonderful, alive and tingling as I padded nude through the rooms. I ran my hand over my skin as I stood in front of the mirror and my flesh responded with quivers in the trail of my fingers. My nipples jerked erect at the touch of my palms and my newly shaven pussy did a little contraction of its own. I didn’t really feel horny, not in any way I had even known before, but my body was alive and needy.

This was my first morning at my new job. I had been in Houston less than 24 hours and I knew that my life had already changed in ways that I had never dreamed. I had woken yesterday in New York as a down and out money manager, discredited and unemployable. This morning I was the paid toy of a strange man in a strange city. Last night David had exposed me to a taste of my new life, first by exposing me to a bunch of horny men in the Veterans Hospital, then later at the nightclub.

I didn’t wake up this morning feeling guilty or shamed as I had feared I would, but rather exhilarated and alive. I knew that David would push me farther and things to come would surely embarrass me and maybe frighten me, but somehow, oddly, I was excited by that idea.

On the sink counter I found an envelope addressed to me. Opening it I found a Christmas card! It was Christmas morning. All that the card said was to meet him in the living room when I woke.

As soon as I finished the morning necessities I headed for the door. I looked around for a robe and of course found none. I did hesitate at the door for a second, the idea of parading nude into the rest of the house, not knowing who may be there, was still foreign and frightening to me

“Well,” I told myself, “a job is a job, and this one sure pays good!”

I opened the door and headed down stairs.

I didn’t encounter anyone on the trip from my quarters to the living room. The house was quite, but not empty, you can tell the difference. Entering the living room I spotted David relaxed in an easy chair reading the latest Chisham novel. I was sort of surprised to see this successful man reading fiction. He had been a surprise to me since our first meeting and I guess that I should have expected the unexpected from him. “Good morning!” he called as I entered the room, “sleep well?’

“Wonderfully!” I replied with a smile.

Wearing only the heels that he requested I wear at all times I swayed over to him and gave him a chase peck on the cheek.

“You look great, almost radiant,” he said with a grin.

“Thank you, you don’t look half bad yourself this morning.”

He didn’t, he was wearing a silk lounging robe tied about his waist and his bare feet and legs were propped up on the ottoman. He had already shaved and brushed his hair. He looked fresh and ready to face the day doing whatever it is rich oil tycoons do in Texas.

“There is a box under the tree for you.”

I looked at the Christmas tree. I hadn’t seen it yesterday when he had given me the tour of the house and I know we had been in this room.

“When did you put that up?” I asked in wonder.

“It had always been our families tradition that the tree goes up on Christmas Eve night. Mom always did it for us as kids and I guess that I just can’t break the habit. Get your present, I’ve been waiting for you to get in here so I could give it to you.”

I took the gift box and admired the gray and black satin textured wrapping paper. This stuff cost a fortune to buy and it looked professionally wrapped, all tight corners and a fancy bow.

I tore the paper from the box excited as a schoolgirl and drew from it a beautiful black and gray silk robe. The gift matched the wrapping paper. I looked to David and he nodded his approval for me to try it on.

The silk slid like a feathers caress over my arms and across my shoulders. As it wafted over my already firm nipples they pinched themselves into hard tight points under the fabric. Of course there was no sash to hold it closed and the robe fell over my chest and hung open to mid thigh revealing my bare pussy and belly. It was fabulous! It felt like pure sex hanging over me and I found that I was even more excited wearing it than I had been naked.

David rose from his chair and I could see the bulge of his erection standing under his robe as he got up. I thought he was going to take me in his arms but he bent to retrieve another package from under the ornate tree. He handed it to me and I looked with questioning eyes at him.

“That’s yours too, Santa left it for you.”

More gorgeous wrapping paper flew as I tore into the second gift. I was astonished to find inside the small box a Rolex Lady Oyster identical to the one I used to have. I looked at it closely and was flabbergasted when I realized that this was the same watch I had pawned more than six months ago on my downhill slide from glory.

I started to cry. What else could a girl do in a situation like that. I slipped slowly to my knees between David and the awesome tree and clutched the gift to my silk covered breast and cried at the kindness and thoughtfulness of the gift.

“One more thing for you under there, ” came the soft voice above me.

I turned back to the tree and dried my tears before they could fall onto the robe and mare the silk. I found a long thin box, again magnificently wrapped. This one I opened slowly, giving myself time to recover before being confronted by more of his generosity. Inside I found a gold and diamond choker. It was absolutely breathtaking.

I burst into tears again at the gift, at the generosity and the kindness of the man.

“Oh David I have nothing to give you in return! I didn’t even think about Christmas and gifts when I left home and there is no way I could have gotten you anything like this. No way in the world!”

David took the box from me and removed the choker from it.

“You are my gift,” he said.

He took the choker from the box and walked behind me.

I didn’t speak, I just bent my neck forward and exposed it to him. I couldn’t speak.

As his hands touched me a fire rushed through me and I knew that whatever reservations I had about the job I had taken with this man were long gone.

With his task done he moved back from me and sat on the ottoman. He opened his robe and let me see his hard cock standing in front of him, waiting for me. I didn’t get up but walked on my knees to him and parting his legs with my hands lowered my mouth to him.

I have never been squeamish about giving head, in fact I usually like it. This was a new experience for me though. I took him in my mouth and felt the need, the overpowering urgency to give him as much pleasure as I could. I started slowly, letting my mouth get used to the size of him as I traveled up and down his hard shaft. I could feel the heat rising from him as I moved my tongue over the veins of his cock and felt the thing grow harder and longer in my mouth. I cupped his balls in one hand and surrounded the base of his shaft with the other and the trinity of hands and mouth began a dance on his hard cock. I took him deep into me and twirled my tongue around his pulsing prick as I looked directly into his eyes. A dozen slow descents of my mouth over him were followed by a dozen rapid ones mixed with the strokes of my hands on him. I began to taste the flavor of him as he leaked pleasure into my mouth rewarding my efforts. I pulled off and flicked the head of his enraged cock with my tongue then leaned forward to kiss him on the flaming head of his manhood. He was wet, hot and throbbing in readiness for me.

His hands took my head and guided me up to his face. His tongue touched mine as our mouth came together in heated desire for each other. I slipped unto his lap, my bare pussy wet and hot against his hard shaft. I reached between us and guided him into me. He filled me in one motion, un-resisted and welcome inside me.

I began to move on him, rising and falling on his cock, taking it deep into me then lifting almost all the way off only to fall back onto him. The pace was slow and steady as we fucked. His hands covered my tits through the silk of the new robe and the slip of the fabric over my nipples was outrageously stimulating. My hands griped the side of his head and held on for dear life as my body climbed to orgasm.

“Mr. David?” came the call from the doorway.

I froze in mid stroke and my eyes darted to the door to see Mrs. Costner standing there.

I started to scramble off of him but his hands firmly pushed my shoulders down holding me impaled on his cock. I could feel him pushing up, burying himself deeper into me as he turn to answer.

“Good morning Mrs. Costner,” he said in a voice that trembled slightly. “What can I do for you this morning?”

“Mel wants to know what time you want the plane ready and when he should have the car out front for you,” she replied in her normal tone.

His hands had moved to my waist under the robe and now lifted me slightly. I followed his hands only to have him push me back down. I understood. He wanted me to continue fucking him as he talked to her. My body shivered as I began for my first time to fuck someone with a witness in the room. I rose and fell slowly, deliberately riding his cock the full length. My tennis players legs flexed as they pushed me up to the top of his cock and then slowly let me back down. David’s hands on my waist had pushed my robe open and my breasts were bare to her sight. My nipples were hard and my chest flushed with desire as we met and parted our sex.

“Well Mrs. Costner I need to talk to Mel so why don’t you send him in if he’s available.”

“Very good Mr. David, and Merry Christmas Ms. Jackie!”

As she turned to leave the room I felt an unexpected rush of excitement released through my body and I shivered in my first climax of the day.

David laughed, “I hope there is more where that came from!”

“God yes! Don’t you dare stop now!” I told him in a husky voice.

“You wanted me Boss?” Mel called from the doorway as he entered the room.

David made no move to stop me so I just kept riding his hard cock.

“Mel we’ll leave about noon from the airport so lets have the car out front about 11, can you do that?”

“Sure thing Boss! Think you’ll be done there by noon?’

“Mel I don’t think I’ll ever be done here!” he said, “but we can always continue this in the car and plane if we need to.”

His hands moved to my shoulders again and pushed back the robe. I lowered my arms and let it slither over my hot flesh and fall in a puddle at his feet. I was truly naked now in front of Mel as David slipped in and out of me. The room was deathly quiet and the sounds, the squishy noises of sex could be heard in the silence.

Oh god it felt so good! I began to just bounce on the top inch or so of him and let the ridge of his head play over that sweet spot inside me. I thought that this is how I wait for the serve at the baseline, bouncing on the balls of my feet in anticipation. Of course I had never played tennis naked or in high heels, but I wouldn’t be surprised by anything that happened now. I began to laugh at the thought of awaiting David’s serve into me.

He looked at me quizzically as I laughed loudly and completely.

“Love all!” I said in a horse whisper and plunging onto his cock exploded into orgasm. I wrapped my legs behind him and clamped his body tightly to mine as I shivered and moaned through my climax. Just as I was finishing he came and the hot gush of him lifted me back to the height of my own cum and I came again, or maybe still.

“Jeez!” I heard Mel say behind me, “that was hot! Merry Fucking Christmas Jackie!” he left the room shaking his head as he went, “I’ve got to get out of here, you guys are killing me!”

I just sat there feeling David’s dick slowly shrink inside me to eventually slip out of my soaked cunt and the combined cum of our sex leak across me onto him.

I finally rose and went into the hall bathroom to fetch us a warm wash cloth. As I stood there washing myself Mrs. Costner stopped in the doorway.

“Would you like some breakfast now Ms. Jackie?”

Naked and freshly fucked I stood in front of this odd woman and realized that I was ravenously hungry.

“Yes, thank you, whatever David is having.”

“That is a lovely necklace dear, Mr. David has such good taste.”

I wondered if she included me in that statement of taste. I returned to Davis and cleaned him up then asked if he was ready for breakfast too.

“You can wear your new robe if you like,” he told me.

“I’d be too afraid of getting something on it, it is so beautiful, besides, don’t you like what I am wearing?’ I did a pirouette in my heels and necklace for him.

He fastened his own robe then took my arm and led me to the kitchen.

I had assumed that Mrs. Costner served as cook too, but when I entered the kitchen I was greeted by “Madre Dios” from the old Hispanic cook working at the large commercial stove.

I did a stumble step and looked to David.

“You are so cute when you blush,” he smiled at me and continued to lead me to the table.

David introduced Enrique who had been cooking for him since his wildcat days in the oil field. I am sure that in his 60 or 70 years on earth Enrique must have seen at least one naked lady before, but he sure didn’t act like it. His face threatened to break from the sheer size of the smile across it and his eyes never left my body even as he flipped eggs and buttered toast.

I was embarrassed of course, but made no move to hide myself. I breathed deeply and let my chest show in all its hard nippled glory. Yes, my nipples were hard again and that should have told me something about the changes coming over me.

“Stop staring you old meskin pervert!” Mel’s gruff base voice bellowed from the hallway as he entered the

kitchen. “I told you she was a beauty didn’t I?”

“Si, Senor Mel, but I think you must be drunk again. How could such an ugly man see such a lovely woman except in his tequila dreams?”

I felt the flush spreading through my body as these men talked about me and saw the twinkle of pleasure and excitement in David’s eyes. I also felt the flesh draw tighter on my nipples and the moisture begin in my pussy.

Mrs. Costner placed a glass of juice and a cup of coffee before me, and then another service for David. Mel took a seat at one of the bar stools by the tall counter top and sat facing me and David.

Mrs. Costner took a place next to Mel as Enrique placed platters of eggs, ham, hash browns and toast in front of us. The aroma of the food almost overcame my awareness of my nudity and I dug in with gusto. When a drop of yellow egg yoke escaped my fork and fell onto my bare breast I was glad I had decided not to wear the beautiful robe. Without thinking I licked a finger and scooped it from my curve. As I sucked the finger clean I looked up to see David staring at me, grinning. A quick glance told me that Mel and Enrique were also riveted to me with their mouths hanging open. Mrs. Costner wet the corner of a napkin at the sink and handed it to me. Bless her.

“New way to serve eggs? David asked.

“Very young breast of chicken,” I smarted back to him, “but you have to bring your own sausage.”

He choked on his coffee and I got up taking my now empty plate to the sink. I was really enjoying the attention I got being nude in the room and while at the sink I did a long stretch and yawn, just to show off a little.

“Mrs. Costner, could you stop by my room later when you have time, I have a few question you might be able to help me with?”

“Of course dear,” she replied sweetly.

I walked over to Enrique and standing on my toes placed my hands on his shoulders and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, “Great breakfast, thank you!”

“Oh it was my pleasure Senorita. Anytime you want something from the kitchen you just call me.”

“David if you don’t mind I am going to take a shower and relax for a little bit, unless you have something else for me to do?”

“I’ll send Mel to get you when it’s time to leave,” he replied casually.

I had my shower and was working on my nails when Mrs. Costner knocked on my door an hour later. Still wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around my wet hair I let her in.

“You seem to be taking this all in stride Mrs. Costner, I mean a naked girl running around your house, sex in the living room, Mel and the cook drooling over my body all morning. What’s the deal? Are you and David lovers or something?”

She looked at me and I wasn’t sure if she was mad or just sizing me up to decide if I was worth even talking to. “I just want to see Mr. David happy. He’s been happier than I can remember since his first interview with you. He warned me about this and told me that if I objected he would move to another house and I could stay on here.

I’ll tell you something Jackie,” she continued, “if I were 20 years younger I would have applied for the job myself. I would gladly trade places with you!”

My face must have betrayed my shock, my words surely did, “Mrs. Costner!”

“Oh hell girl, neither my imagination nor my body had dried up yet!”

“I’m really going to like you,” I said and took her into a hug.

“So what’s the big question you needed answered?” she asked breaking loose from me.

“Oh yeah, where are we going today?”

“I thought you knew, we’re headed to Key West.”

Just like that we were going to jump on a plane and cross half the country to spend the holiday in the Keys. Ok.

“Look I have this whole closet full of clothes and have no idea what to wear. You bought it all, what do you suggest?” I asked her.

“Well it’s pretty cool outside here, say about 50, so you’ll need a coat for the trip to the airport.”

“Hell that’s 20 degrees warmer than where I was yesterday at this time.” I quipped.

“Yes, and it’s about 25 cooler than it will be where we are going this afternoon, so you’ll need something for that weather too.”

She entered my closets and came back a minute later with her hands full. She handed me a soft leather jacket with wide lapels and a sash tie. Then she handed me a string bikini bottom and a short tank top.

I fiddled with the bikini and saw that the material slipped on the string so it could be adjusted to cover more or less, as desired at the time. Even in it’s most modest adjustment it covered little and one tug of the string would release that.

Mrs. Costner smiled at me, “At least you don’t have to worry about a stray hair sticking out and embarrassing you.”

Without thinking I ran my hand over my bare pussy, then realizing what I was doing blushed and stopped. “I guess every cloud has its silver lining,” I tried to sound nonchalant.

“Oh it takes a little getting used to but I think you will find you like it. I do, I’ve been shaved for years.”

Once again this strange lady had surprised me, shocked me and her giggle confirmed that she knew it too.

I tried the top on just to do something and found that it just barely covered my breasts. The hem hung loose in the air under them and the plunging neck bared the tops. The points of my nipples stood out clearly and they weren’t even hard yet, well at lest not very hard.

“Yes,” she nodded, “David will like that. Wear the jacket when you leave here over the other stuff and then in the plane take the jacket off.”

“Can I ask you something else?”

are.”

“You do?”

“Yes, we do. But if you want to act like a nut cake, please go right ahead. It’s your birthday, you can do anything you want.”

I thought about what she said for a moment and then made a decision.

“You know you’re right. It is my birthday…well, two weeks late, but still, it’s my party, and I’m going to act just like the rest of you drunken fools. Somebody give me a drink!”

Several martinis later and I was feeling on top of the world, or to put it more precisely, I felt like the world was on top of me. But this feeling soon passed as I continued to imbibe the delicious concoction, that is, until Bonnie intervened.

“That’s it sis,” she said, pulling the third drink out of my hands. “Any more and you’ll miss your party.”

Even in my semi-inebriated state, I knew she was right. I was not used to drinking, and I knew if I continued I would not make it through the night.

“Okay, sweetie pie,” I said, my tongue feeling a little thick in my mouth. “So tell me, what have you got planned?”

“Well, I can tell you this much. Barney and the boys are providing the entertainment tonight. They cooked something up when they were on the plane.”

“What did they cook up?”

“I don’t know. They didn’t tell me.”

“Are you sure?” I said, gently prodding her.

“Of course I’m sure. And even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you because it’s supposed to be a surprise.”

Just then Carlo appeared.

“We are ready now Ms. Olmstead.”

“Thank you Carlo,” she said. “Tell them to begin.”

Leaving me seated where I was, Bonnie walked over to the far end of the portico where a small riser, about one foot in height, had been placed. Directly behind this makeshift stage was a stairway leading down into the servant’s quarters toward where Carlo was now headed. A microphone had been placed center stage and Bonnie took the instrument in hand as she addressed the crowd.

“Ladies!” she yelled. “Are you having a good time tonight?”

She was greeted with a deafening roar of applause and cheers.

“That’s what I like to hear!” she said. “Now I want all you to take your seats because we are going to have a special performance in honor of Christiana’s birthday!”

There was another round of applause.

“Are you going to strip for us Bonnie?” Michelle asked, raising her glass in a mock toast.

“You wish!” Bonnie replied.

“Come on,” Jennifer said, slowing inching her way to the nearest chair. “Everybody sit the fuck down!”

As I watched the crowd settle into their seats, Rebecca came toward me and grabbed my hand.

“You’re sitting up front in the seat of honor,” she said, pulling me out of my chair.

She dragged me to a table that stood about six feet from the center of the riser. Maria, Cheryl, and Lynette, all of whom were quite drunk, had already seated themselves. Before I could say anything to them, Rebecca pushed me into one of the three remaining empty seats and took a seat to my left. The vacant chair on my right was reserved for Bonnie.

At the table on my left sat Michelle, Jennifer, and Sheila with several other women I didn’t know. To my right were the three lovely Italian businesswomen: Julia, Felicia, and Rosaria, each one looking deliciously exotic as they sat there with their long legs crossed sipping Chianti. At the same table sat Phoebe Anjou and her daughter Angelique. Both of them smiled politely at me. I noticed that neither of them had touched a drink all night.

Most of the tables surrounding us were filled with anywhere from six to ten women, most of them tipsy from having consumed too much alcohol. When Bonnie saw that everyone was now seated she introduced the act.

“And now ladies,” she began, “I give you “Big Barney and his All-Star Revue!”

As the loudspeakers began playing a famous disco song from the 1970s, Bonnie jumped off the stage to join us.

“This better be good,” she said to everyone as we waited to see what was going to happen.

For a few moments the music played with no sign of Barney. Then I heard Julia exclaim something in Italian and we all looked in her direction. She was pointing to the stage.

“Here they come!” she shouted excitedly.

Everyone stood up at the same time.

“It’s Barney!” Lynette screamed. “Look at that gorgeous man!”

He did indeed look gorgeous. Dressed in a modified version of his toga, the cloth on the arms and legs having been cut away to reveal his powerfully muscular limbs, he came dancing up the stairs and onto the stage as he sang along with the song, moving every bit as gracefully as a ballet dancer. Behind him, and dressed in similar attire, were Craig, Philip, and—to my utter astonishment—Stephan, looking somewhat self-conscious and shy as he fell into line with the others on the stage.

To the delight of the crowd all four men began to dance in step, as if the entire act had been pre-rehearsed. I was to find out later that Barney had borrowed some of his routines from his popular male strip show and had taught the three other men some of his less intricate moves. It gave an otherwise amateur performance a surprisingly professional touch and the audience loved it.

“Doctor Swensen,” Cheryl said leaning toward me. “What do you think of Stephan?”

“I didn’t know lawyers could dance!” I laughed, as I watched my boyfriend keep his eyes glued on Barney.

“I told you that you’d be seeing a lot more of him,” Jennifer said, shouting over the din.

I had to admit that the men performed admirably. Barney was, by far, the most gifted dancer, but Craig was not far behind. His lean and boyish body moved in a more sensuous way than any of the others, and this was not wasted on Cheryl.

“Oh, baby, do me! Do me!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Philip seemed to hold his own, periodically sneaking a glance at his wife, who was taking in his performance with a big grin. Towards the end of a particular tricky movement, which he maneuvered with great skill, she got to her feet to applaud.

“I’m going to fuck your brains out later you handsome stud!” she cried.

This made everyone at our table break out into gales of laughter.

Maria was thoroughly enjoying herself. At one point I caught her reaching down between her legs to stroke her tender mound as Barney thrust his groin in her face. She laughed at his sudden ploy, but I could tell she was extremely turned on. For a split second I wondered what it would be like to have my face buried in the junction between her lovely thighs. Rebecca caught me looking at her and quickly whispered in my ear.

“Anytime you want to give it at a try,” she said, her hot breath tickling my ear.

I didn’t know how to respond, as the impulse came and went so fast that it startled me.

I had to remember that all my friends were drunk, as I nigh well was, and whatever sexual feelings we were experiencing toward each other could not be taken seriously. Why I felt this sudden lesbian desire toward Maria I could not explain. I could only surmise that it was the effect of the alcohol that had distorted my thinking. Rebecca, ever on the prowl for a good lesbian fuck, saw my untoward interest in Maria as an open invitation that she would have loved to have capitalized on, but my recent willingness to dispense with my sexual inhibitions was still a problematical issue to some degree, and I just wasn’t sure if I wanted it to include making love to another woman.

As the first song came to a close, the women gave the amateur dance troupe a standing ovation. I found myself cheering right along with them, singling out Stephan for special attention. He smiled at me and threw me a kiss as the next song began. It was a very sexy mid-tempo disco song that brought all four men off the stage and straight over to me. Without any explanation or warning, Stephan picked me up in his arms and carried me to the stage where he and the other men began to rub themselves up against my body in a lewd display of passion. The audience went wild.

For the entire duration of the song I was groped, fondled, and teased by the four men who would often rub their genitals up against my buttocks in a mock attempt to fuck me. My friends were beside themselves with laughter at my surprised and often shocked reactions until I decided to turn the tables and started acting like the aggressor. I got so turned on from all the attention that I stuck my hand down Stephan’s toga and played with his cock, driving him wild. By the time the dance had ended, I left him standing there with his cock fully erect and visible to everyone.

“Take if off!” Jennifer screamed at Stephan as I sat back down. “Let’s see it!”

This command was taken up by the entire audience as the next song began playing. Barney wasted no time in giving the women what they wanted. He instructed the other three men what to do and suddenly the four of them began to strip off their togas in time to the music. It was a very deliberate and sexy strip, calculated to produce the most thrill for the effort. One by one, the clothes came off, revealing the tasty, delectable fruit underneath. By the time the song was halfway finished, all four men were standing completing naked on the stage, gyrating their hips so that their cocks swung to and fro with a life of their own. Although not as well endowed as Barney, Craig, or Philip, Stephan’s penis was no less impressive for its thickness and attractiveness.

Concluding the entertainment with a set of marvelously rendered steps, the four men took their bows to the ecstatic applause of the crowd and made a graceful exit down the stairs.

“You should have seen yourself!” Sheila said to me, still clapping. “Miss prim and proper!”

“She was great,” Rebecca answered. “Handled it like a pro!”

“Stephan’s got quite a package,” Jennifer laughed. “At least you know you’re not getting short-changed!”

“My man’s got the biggest package of them all!” Lynette observed.

“Oh, so it’s your man, now huh?” Maria said.

“That’s right girl. He’s through with that other bitch.”

“Yeah, she was a downer.”

“Well, I still think Craig’s got the nicest piece of equipment,” Cheryl remarked.

“Of course you do,” Michelle said. “You’re in love.”

Bonnie just sat there looking amused.

Once the applause had died down it seemed as though the night’s entertainment had concluded. For a few minutes the women sat talking amongst themselves, waiting for some indication as to what they might next expect to see. Bonnie made no move toward the stage, but sat contentedly in her seat sipping on her drink. Then the lights dimmed, and suddenly through the loudspeakers the strains of some exotic, ethereal music began to play. The plaintive song was played on a lyre, and several other ancient instruments of antiquity, often used as a backdrop to many Roman-period Hollywood films, the notes reverberating throughout the villa in low, subdued tones, adding a distinctly classical flavor to the atmosphere. The girls and I looked at each other questioningly, but Bonnie sat unperturbed, as if she knew something we didn’t.

“Okay, what’s up Bonnie?” Michelle asked finally.

“You’ll see,” was all she would say.

I looked over at Phoebe and her daughter. They were speaking in low, hushed voices with Julia, but they seemed to know no more about what was going to happen than anyone else. An air of expectancy now came over everyone as we waited anxiously for something to happen. And then, when the tension had reached a point where it had almost become unbearable, the first in a line of twenty of more young girls, all dressed in beautiful flowing gowns and all singularly lovely, made their way up the stairway carrying large wooden bowls filled with roses, which they tossed down onto the floor of the portico as they passed. The procession circumvented the entire area, the girls often stopping to place a flower in someone’s hair, or to entertain a group of women with a makeshift little dance. I was amazed to see that most of these girls were quite young, probably around eighteen or nineteen years of age, and I wondered what their role in this fanciful production they would ultimately play. I made a comment to Bonnie about it, but she only smiled and said nothing.

The parade of flower bearers finally culminated when they reached the middle area of the portico and, in unison, they deposited the remaining roses in a heap on the floor in front of them. One of the girls, a very pretty dark-eyed girl with flowing black hair, walked toward the center of the flowery tribute and genuflected before the audience, who were now quietly anticipating her words.

“All blessings of the god Apollo be upon you fair women of Rome,” she began. “Tonight we pay honor to the one the god has chosen to be his escort.”

Without another word, several of the girls came toward me and asked me to follow them. With assurances and encouragement from everyone around me, I rose from my seat and, taking me by the hand, they led me to the bed of roses. I stood there within the circle of girls, my bare feet buried under the mass of sweet-smelling flowers, looking somewhat beguiled. And then, the same dark-haired girl spoke again.

“Happy birthday Christiana,” she said. “Behold the god Apollo!”

From the stairway emerged an enclosed litter, carried upon the backs of four men. Immediately behind the litter followed Barney, Craig, Philip, and Stephan, dressed in their previous costumes and bearing cages of exotic looking birds. As the entourage approached the place where I was standing, the litter was lowered to the floor and out popped none other than Carlo, all dressed up in a flowing white toga with a crown of olive leaves adorning his head. The audience stood up, cheering wildly.

“I give you Apollo!” the girl yelled above the roar of the crowd.

With that, the handsome, young god took my hand in his and kissed it.

“Happy birthday dearest Christiana!” Carlo said. “May fortune forever smile upon you!”

As he said those words the doors to the cages were opened and out flew the birds, fluttering and squawking as they made their way heavenward.

I thanked the god publicly for his graciousness and he then presented me with a golden tiara, which he carefully placed on my head amidst thunderous applause. He then escorted me back to my seat and returned to the girls, who slowly began to disrobe him.

As the last piece of clothing came off, we were treated to a sumptuous view. Carlo had a magnificent body; his tanned, muscular frame forming a perfect counterpoint to the more fair-skinned maidens surrounding him. His penis was already erect and the girls wasted no time in rubbing his entire body down with perfumed lotion. A few of the girls removed their robes, revealing the beauty of their lithe, young bodies to the appreciative god, who began to caress their small, girlish breasts with rapturous delight. Their panties, however, remained on.

The crowd was beginning to show its appreciation.

“Let’s see some action!” Jennifer shouted from her seat.

“Give the god a blowjob!” some woman yelled from across the room.

In short order the entire audience was caught up in hurling lascivious remarks at the god and his devotees. As if in obedience to their will, the girls threw themselves at the bewildered but accommodating deity, letting their gentle ministrations overwhelm him.

“Let the games begin!” Maria cried.

Carlo took one look at my drunken assistant and beckoned her to come on stage. She looked around the table as if seeking permission until finally Rebecca and Cheryl insisted she get up. Acquiescing to the demands of the god and his female acolytes, Maria rose up from her chair and walked over to them, looking a bit unsteady. Several of the girls took her by the hand and led her before Carlo, who was now enjoying the caresses of several of the girls at once. He kissed Maria on the mouth and she returned his kiss, fervently stroking his cock as the audience shouted their approval. They kissed passionately for several minutes until Maria, overcome with lust, removed her robe entirely, exposing her naked body to the crowd.

When the god took in the sight of her gorgeous body with its cream-colored skin, he dropped to his knees and stuck his face in her crotch, his tongue seeking the sweet nectar that lay between the folds of her vagina. This brought the crowd to its feet.

“Lick her pussy you bastard!” shouted Angelique, who appeared that she might have taken part in the orgiastic display if her mother had not held her back.

Maria stood motionless, her legs spread wide apart, as the god continued his assault upon her womanhood. His tongue snaked out over and over again as it traveled back and forth from her pubes to her anus, resting occasionally on the soft, silky bud of her clitoris. Some of the girls were now using their own tongues to lick the delicate area between her ass cheeks, frequently fighting with each other in their attempt to get at her asshole and the area surrounding it.

As I watched her being fucked in this way, I recalled my own short-lived desire to perform the same function upon her myself, and I wondered why I had felt such feelings at all. What I realized as I continued to watch them was that Rebecca had awakened something within me several weeks ago when she and Cheryl had engaged in a threesome with Craig. I had kissed her that night, and it felt good. And now I wanted to try it on someone else, mostly out of curiosity, but mainly to see if I did have these lesbian tendencies within me. Maria had always possessed an earthy sensuality that I found appealing, and I supposed this was what drew me to her in the first place as a possible partner.

“He’s got some tongue, let me tell you,” Bonnie suddenly confessed.

Maria was close to orgasm; her moans filling the night sky. With Carlo’s tongue now driving itself up inside her hot pussy with unrelenting fury, and the myriad other tongues licking and sucking on various pieces of her anatomy, the combined pleasure finally pushed her over the edge. To the sound of cheering, Maria started to cum.

“Fuck me Carlo!” she said, gripping his head between her hands. “Fuck my cunt hard!”

I had to admit that his technique was flawless. Throughout his performance his tongue never once left her body as it titillated the tasty mound of flesh comprising her vagina. At first gentle and teasing, his attack upon her grew steadily more passionate and intense, even as his own desire mounted. And now, just as she was beginning to surrender her creamy girl juice to the pleasure of his oral ministrations, he forced his tongue all the way up into her as far as it would go, using his hands to grip her buttocks as his face disappeared within her hairy bush.

“That’s it! Yes! That’s it mother fucker!” Maria screamed.

She drove her hot cunt into his face as she came, her entire body shaking violently. The raw power of the sexual act taking place not more than a few feet in front of me made me squirm with sudden desire.

“Oh, God,” I moaned deep in my throat, as I clamped my legs together in sympathetic response.

No one paid any attention to my comment, as they were all, themselves, held spellbound by the wild scene. Her body convulsed several times as she rode the crest of her orgasm, and then finally it was over. The shaken woman was dressed and then escorted to our table by several girls as the applause washed over our heads.

“Maria, you were fucking awesome!” Cheryl commented, as she helped her friend into her chair.

All of us congratulated her on her fine performance, but her complete lack of inhibition made me jealous.

“How do you do that?” I asked her. “How do you just let yourself go in front of all these people?”

“A typical Christiana question,” Bonnie joked.

“First of all,” Maria said, “I’m drunk, okay. Second of all, I get off on having people watch me fuck. But you already know that don’t you?”