Every evening found Freya at the gallery, answering questions, ensuring a good time was had by all. There were a few incidents in the first week of drunk idiots getting handsy, resulting in them being immediately detained by security and being arrested and charged with assault for their trouble.
The only other event of note was the trio of “feminists” who invaded the first Thursday to “educate” and “rescue” the “poor, abused performers”. The results were better than Freya could have anticipated, as by chance, the only guests that evening were women and the “poor performers” proceeded to destroy every argument the “feminists” brought up finishing with several recommendations on where they could find toys and men to give them “the thorough fuck they obviously needed to help them pull their collective sticks from their asses”, until the trio slunk out, unable to meet Freya’s gaze.
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By the time Friday rolled around Freya was ready for another performance. This time however, she would get to enjoy it from the outside of the glass. The lesbian couple were scheduled for this weekend, and it would be an altogether different performance from Freya’s.
To facilitate the performance the couples’ “cage” had been left empty and darkened. At the 10:45 chime, Freya stepped into the spotlight and invited the guests to enter the dungeon.
Upon entering the room, they found the stage lit with dozens of candles, and two beautiful women on stage in matching lingerie of opposing colours, Talia laying on the table in the sheerest white, and Miranda in the sheerest black standing next to her.
Slowly and gently Miranda began to touch Talia, running her finger tips over her body, barely touching her golden skin. Talia shivered at her touch and Freya could almost see the goosebumps Miranda’s touch was causing. Hooking her fingers under the sides of Talia’s lacy thong, Miranda pulled them down, revealing the waxed mound above the junction of her thighs.
Freya watched from the base of the stairs, shrouded in shadow as Miranda began Talia’s arousal and torment. Miranda specialized in making pleasure a torment of its own and the show would leave Talia as much of a spent whimpering mess as Freya had been the week before. As Freya watched, a hand wrapped around her wrist and pulled her further into the shadows. Startled, she allowed herself to be pulled into the room hidden there. Since the only people who knew of the room were the performers, Master & Mistress; Freya did not feel she was in particular danger.
Master smiled as Freya entered, releasing her as she passed him and closing the door. One side of the room was floor to ceiling glass, the back of the mirrors that reflected the view within the dungeon. The rest of the room was essentially a mini dungeon with a selection of Freya’s favorite pieces of equipment and toys. Turning the dim floor lights on, Master took her back into his arms and leaned down to indulge in a slow deep kiss that left Freya gasping and clinging to him.
“I haven’t had you to myself in entirely too long, my darling.” He broke the kiss and spoke against her ear, tracing patterns up and down her back.
“I’m sorry Love, I didn’t mean for you to feel left out.” Freya shivered at his touch, wondering if this was going to be the cue for a thorough session of punishment.
Master surprised her further as he chuckled “I don’t think ‘left out’ is the right description when Princess and Mistress are involved.” He pretended to consider for a moment and continued “I think however, I should take a page out of Miranda’s book and see how much pleasure I can wring from your body. What do you think?”
“I think that’s a lovely idea, Master.” Freya leaned into his embrace, letting her body relax into his.
“There’s no Master here tonight, Freya, my love.” He tipped her chin up, gazing deeply into her eyes as their lips met.
His tongue danced with hers and his hands began to explore her body. Slipping down her back he pressed her hips to his, gently grinding against her. She whimpered against his mouth, tangling her fingers in his hair. His hands slid back up, cupping her breasts through her dress and rubbing her protruding nipples through the fabric.
Breaking the kiss Freya whimpered as her head fell back “feels good, Lorn! please don’t stop.”
Lorn’s mouth followed the line of her jaw, nibbling and sucking on her ear and throat as he lifted her off the ground. Her legs wrapped around his hips bringing her moist heat in contact with the bulge in his trousers. He carried her to the desk in the middle of the room, setting her gently on it. In one motion he unzipped the back of the dress, kisses following the path of his hands as he pushed her dress over her shoulders, revealing her full breasts and hard nipples. Pulling the dress over her hips left her naked and she blushed as he met her gaze with a raised eyebrow for her lack of undergarments.
He lifted each breast to his lips, parting them and lightly flicking the tip of each nipple with his tongue before suckling them into his mouth. Freya arched against his mouth, moaning as she spread her legs wider and pulled him against her core, grinding her hips to increase the friction between them.
Lorn smiled against her breasts and pushed her down on her back, resting her feet on the surface of the desk. He continued to worship her breasts with his mouth as his hand began to descend down her torso, stopping when the tips of his fingers brushed the tip of her clit. Freya’s hips arched, trying to increase the pressure of his fingers. Lorn held back, continuing to tease. Slowly, resumed his descent and pressed a single long thick finger between her lips into her moist recess as his thumb came to rest on her swollen bud. Freya cried out as he penetrated her, her eyes rolling back as her hands gripped his head. He withdrew his finger slowly as her opening resisted. Before it was fully free of her clinging lips, he pressed it deep again, rubbing the pad of his finger against the rough patch inside that brought her so much pleasure.
“Lorn! I’m going to cum!” Freya panted as his finger swirled inside her core. She writhed beneath him, not sure whether she was trying to take him deeper or escape.
He held her in place with little effort. “You cum as much as you want, baby, I love it.” As he spoke he pressed a second finger into her next to the first. Her eyes rolled back as the waves crested and crashed with her into orgasm.
He continued to stroke her as she rode the waves of sensation, but now his mouth left her breasts and followed the path of his hands. Finding her clit, he waited while her tremors eased and her body relaxed. “I’m going to taste you now. Do you want that?” His breath against the sensitive spot made her twitch involuntarily.
“Mmm, yes please. Oh God, please use your tongue on me.” Freya found her hands gripping the edge of the table in anticipation as she waited for the touch of his mouth.
Lorn blew gently on the swollen bud, then like with her nipples, flicked it with the tip of his tongue. Freya moaned above him as he began to swirl his tongue around the bud while his fingers continued their penetration. He could feel her muscles gripping his fingers and as he took her clit into his mouth, suckling it like a nipple, added a third finger, opening them as he did so to give her the feeling of being stretched. “Fu$_-++-&_” Freya’s cry was muffled as she clapped a hand over her mouth to prevent being heard out of the room.
“Yes baby, cum for me, show me how much you like my tongue.” Lornmurmured encouragements and endearments as he brought her to the edge again. As her hole held him tight and she drove her hips against his mouth, he spoke between licks and suckles to urge her over the edge. “That’s my good girl, you taste so sweet, Freya, tell me what you want baby, I’ll do whatever you want, my love.”
As he spoke Lorn felt her body begin to tremble and her hand left the edge of the table to hold his head against her centre as she convulsed around him, sending a shower of fluid into his mouth. When she relaxed again he pulled his mouth back and slowly removed his fingers from her core.
Leaning over her, he kissed her, letting her taste her juices on his lips. She pulled him down letting his still clothed chest brush her still taut nipples. Looking down at their bodies she giggled, realizing that he was still fully clothed. “Anything I want, Love?”
“Anything.” He promised. He wasn’t sure what she had in mind, but was enjoying this gentler play and was more than willing to indulge whatever desire she had.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, Dearest.” Letting her lips meet his she began to unbutton his shirt, pulling it from his trousers and pushing it off his shoulders. Her hands roamed his torso as he let his weight push her into the table. He moaned into her mouth as her fingers gently circled then pinched his nipples. Her legs wrapped around his as he ground against her. He pulled back to undo his belt and fly, but she clung to him, losing herself in the kiss, his chest grazing the tips of her breasts. After what felt like an eternity, he managed to free himself from the remainder of his clothing, his shaft springing free to rest against her moist centre. Rocking his hips, he slid his length along her core, coating it in her lubricating juices.
Freya shifted her hips, pulling away slightly “I want to ride you.” She pulled him towards her as she slipped from under him, twisting to push him down onto the desk. Lorn smiled as he complied, laying back on the desk and helping her balance as she straddled him, leaving her poised above him.
Slowly, inch by inch Freya impaled herself with his shaft. By the time he was fully sheathed within her recesses they were both panting. Leaning down her lips found his as her breasts brushed back and forth on his chest as she rocked her hips. One hand found the back of her head as the other gripped her backside, holding her to him. He groaned in her mouth as he tried to pick up the pace, but she held firm to her slow rocking. His hands found her nipples pinching gently, she moaned and arched her back settling him deeper inside.
“Yes baby, ride me like that, don’t stop until you cum, Fuck you’re tight sweetheart.” He thrust up with his hips as she arched back, her fingers tweaking his nipples in time with his hands on hers.
“Please pinch them harder, it feels so good.” Freya ground hard against his pelvis as she whimpered in with pleasure. Her nipples felt like they had a direct line to her clit and every tug brought her closer to that earth shattering feeling she craved.
“Oh Fuck.” Freya moaned as her entire being shook. Her core squeezed his entire length in a long pulsing contraction as he thrust through her orgasm. She collapsed across his chest as her muscles gave out, unable to hold herself up.
“You didn’t cum.” When she regained some semblance of thought, Freya felt guilty. Afterall, it wasn’t fair for him not to get off, when she got that mind-blowing feeling. She began to shift her hips in a motion that would bring him the same satisfaction, but his hands with a firm grip on her hips stopped her.
“I said tonight was about you didn’t I? I’m enjoying your pleasure my love. Don’t worry about me.” With a grin, Lorn twitched his shaft, tapping her g-spot and making her gasp and arch against him.
“Hmmm I think you have another orgasm or two in you.” As he spoke, he withdrew from her centre and lifted her off him, depositing her back on the table on her hands and knees. Stepping behind her, he re-entered her centre, filling her until his testes swayed back and forth against her clit.
Freya whimpered. “Yes, oh yes.” Lorn pushed her shoulders down until she rested on her elbows, Freya’s nipples brushed the textured wood of the desk. In moments she was tightening around his shaft again. “Lo-orn, please, I’m not going to last very long like this, it feels too good.”
“Enjoy it love, your pussy feels incredible.” Lorn began to thrust, long smooth strokes that caused her back to arch and her breasts to sway back and forth, rubbing over the desk. Each thrust bringing her inexorably closer to her orgasm. He held her hips firm, preventing her from increasing the pace, her body was and an instrument he played, with the only goal her pleasure.
Thrust after thrust, he drove her higher, revelling in her mewls and cries of enjoyment. Finally, her body went rigid and her walls gripped him tight as he bottomed out inside her. Holding that pose for a full minute, her entire being existing only for the orgasm that rocked her.
When she relaxed again she pulled away and turned to face him. Twining her arms around his neck she pulled him down on top of her. Urging his mouth to hers, she whispered against his lips “Take me now, like this and don’t stop until you cum. Please, I need to feel you cum inside me.” Reaching between them she positioned him back at her entrance, sighing as he penetrated her recesses once more.
Their tongue danced as he thrust inside her, no games or other motives than the simple joy of two soul joining together. Her arms and legs wrapped around him, holding him tightly as he drove inside her, each thrust long and slow, filling her completely.
As her orgasm crested she moaned and gasped against his mouth “I love you husband.”
His arms held her tight as rope after rope of seed sprang from his body. His confession matching hers “I love you too, wife.”
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