JESSICA<br/><br/>The men talked among themselves for a few minutes, the one I found out was 'G.E.', George, our host, leading the small talk with jokes and some amusing double entendres. A third woman had come in and more than her stunning peacock-plumage costume and her long-long legs it was her flaming hair I noticed. Surely hair that colour came from a bottle but nevertheless it suited her very much. She was very tall and well built, statuesque is the word and carried off her outfit perfectly. She was claimed,<em>is claimed the right word? Are these men 'claiming' us?</em>by the cute man named Ken. He was seemingly the quietest of the three and the least ruggedly handsome though watching him carefully I wondered if he might not turn out the kinkiest. Still waters and all that.<br/><br/>James cuddled me gently, his hands on my hips and tummy and whispered encouraging things in my ear from time to time. For my part I began to relax a little. Being half naked in a room full of strangers with my arms bound behind me had been a terribly shameful shock but even after a few minutes without anything too blatantly obscene happening like maybe a sudden mass rape<em>it's not rape, Jess, when you want to be here, it's not...</em>the dense blush over my face and neck felt like it was receding. I even experimentally moved from side to side across the hard bar of flesh beneath me, enjoying the feeling as though riding an especially hot and narrow bicycle saddle. I wondered how it must feel for him, having my soft places rolling against him all the time. By the sounds of his breathing I judged he was enjoying my weight squashing onto him as much as I was enjoying doing the squashing. My own belly was still slick and tender, the tingles of pleasure I'd been feeling since I'd dressed in this rude costume were constant and I felt my moisture deepening.<br/><br/>I moved my arms behind me a little, sliding my cuffed hands across his stomach. I found the edge of his silk robe and slid my hands together under it. My fingertips found warm flesh and I stroked him carefully, feeling his firmness. I'd been unsuccessful in love for over a year now, a couple of one night stands a month back had done nothing to dull the edge of my need. The toys in my bedside cabinet and my own fingers, though they brought me often to whimpering quiet pleasure were nothing like being impaled on the thick stalk of a hard pounding, skilful lover.<br/><br/>Looking around the room at these half-dressed women (I winked back at Faith who had given me what I interpreted as a friendly glance), and these openly arrogant, sure, successful men I felt myself begin to tingle more. Arousal. Plain and simple.<em>Jess wants a man, in her belly or in her mouth, she's not fussy. Just don't waste too much time boys. One of you, two of you or all three. I just want it tonight, long and hard, making me scream.</em><br/><br/>I snapped my head up at a sudden movement and watched George drag the newest arrival, Claudia off Ken's lap and force her down over the dining table<em>yeah, what did happen to dinner?</em>and holding her down with the assistance of one of the butlers who had magically returned silently to the room he began to use a flogger across her rear. Ten hard strokes at each of which she jerked and mewled in pain, leaving her rump marked red with lines and splotches. I clenched my thighs together in reaction, as though feeling those whip strokes myself, squeezing hard against the maleness under me. Despite my experience of the world I had never been hit during sex other than a few playful slaps which hardly counts. I wondered what that felt like. The redhead didn't scream and thrash about and try to rise at once so it didn't seem to hurt that much.<br/><br/>Still watching her reddened flesh and in my whirl of thoughts, James moved, rising and guiding me up too. He looped the leash back over my shoulder and guided me ahead of him with one hand gripping my wrists together.<br/><br/>We approached the table and he moved from behind me more to the side, his free hand reaching insolently out to touch between her legs as though she were nothing more than goods on a store shelf he was interested in trying. I watched, fascinated as his fingers dipped into her centre and then trailed up. Her bent over posture pulled her cheeks apart and the furrow and crinkle of her rear opening was fully exposed. James' finger played there and the held down girl shuddered visibly.<br/><br/>Without thinking I leaned back into him, feeling the hardness behind me pushing against my hip. I slid from one side to the other, pressing against him so as to give him pleasure.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"She has quite a sweet pussy don't you think?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>I tilted my head back, my shoulders too which only served to thrust my unprotected chest out further. Bending my head back and round I put my lips to his ear,<strong>"I think what you have is much nicer."</strong>I kissed his ear gently, and ran my tongue lip over his earlobe, my warm breath drifting against his neck.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Mmm... such tight little things for all of us to enjoy."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>I glanced back down to see his digit still teasing that rude little place while the redhead still didn't struggle under George's grip.<em>Would I struggle with one man holding me down and another complete stranger fingering that place? Would I...?</em><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"She does present a fetching picture doesn't she, what does everyone think."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>My lips returned to James' ear and neck. I kissed his warm flesh properly,<strong>"I think, Mister Madsen, that I want you to do the same to me."</strong>With a sly look I squished my bottom back again, pressing his sex firmly between our bodies.<br/><br/>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Jess_Avatar_02.jpg)<br/><br/><em>You little harlot, what's got into you?</em>