Delilah’s Guilty Pleasure

THE ORGY

DELILAH AMOUR

“You have too many clothes on” Jax said as he motioned the chauffeur to roll up the partition.

“I have nothing appropriate under my coat”

Jax smiled and fingered the button of my red leather coat “You have too many clothes on” he repeated “Take it off”

Without another word, I peeled the coat off my body and handed it over to Jax. While his hands worked to neatly fold the red leather, his eyes lingered on what I had underneath.

A red corset lingerie with garter straps, matching lace stockings. And a red lacy thong.

I should be ashamed, but I wasn’t.

The limo slowed to a stop and my blood sizzled with anticipation of tonight’s excitement.

“Here we are,” Jax says.

When I looked outside the window, I saw that the limo had stopped on a lovely avenue, beneath a plane of trees in front of some sort of small private home which was nestled between the courtyard and the garden, the type of private dwelling one could find along the Faubourg Saint-Germain.

The street lamps were some distance away, and it was still fairly dark inside the car.

“How horny are you?” Jax asked as he grabbed my chin,and turned my face to him.

“You could ravage me on this seat and I’ll not be satisfied.” I answered, reaching for my mask.

He broke a smile and picked up his mask “Take my hand, Mon Cherie”

The chauffeur opened the car door for us, and we walked to the door of the too quiet house.

It was all a ruse. Sound proof door, and money that bought the entire neighborhood, along with the silence of the law enforcement officers.

From the outside, it looked like every normal grand Paris home, but behind closed doors…

*****

SILVER ROMANO

When she walked in with the other man on her arm, my chest grew hot with jealousy.

I’d been waiting for her all night, while stealing a kiss and smooches from the passing naked waitress in the playboy masks.

I had no right to be jealous, when she replied to my invitation, she had made mention of bringing in another man.

You’d love it. Her message had read.

But right now I couldn’t control the ticking need to yank her off his arm.

*****

DELILAH AMOUR

A group of scantily dressed playboy waitresses opened the door for us and we stepped in.

The walls of the hall were a dark shade of red and the marble floors were a mosaic of vulgar renaissance painting.

With them came a man dressed in a long purple robe, the sleeves of which were gathered at the wrists and full at the shoulders.

When he walked the robe flared open, from the waist down. One could see that beneath his robe he had on some sort of tights which covered his legs and thighs but left his s*x exposed.

It was the s*x that I saw first, when he took his first step, then the whip, made of leather thongs, which he had stuck in his belt.

Then I saw that the man was masked by a black hood-which concealed even his eyes behind a network of black gauze and, finally, that he was also wearing fine black leather gloves.

“Welcome” he said and I broke a soft smile.

Armani Delacroix. The host of the party.

His eyes lingered on my arm looped around Jax’s.

“You are right on time, dinner has just started” he said, and motioned us to the dinning hall.

Dinner was always served before the s*x began.

As Jax and I walked, Armani hurriedly fell in line beside me and whispered “I thought you’d be coming alone like before”

I turned to him with a soft smile “Not this time Armani. And there’s two of them” I said and he froze in his steps.

I didn’t turn to look at him as Jax steered me away.

At the table, I looked around to find Silver, but in the haze of masks I couldn’t tell which was his, but I could swear I felt his eyes burning holes on my skin from somewhere in the table.

Jax was oblivious to my distraction. Every time our hands touched or our eyes met or my knee brushed his under the little table, a spark of electricity passed between us, a surge of desire.

I was already wet for him, had been for hours before we got here. And he knew it.

During dinner, he had leaned over and whispered, “Go to the rest room and take your panties off.”

And I’d done just as he asked, passing them under the table into his hands, letting him feel how moist they were, still warm from my p***y. His eyes had darkened with lust when he took them from me and slipped them into his pants pocket, which was the only thing he was wearing.

A little while back while we were in the limo heading for this place, we’d been so eager for each other that his fingers had found its way under my coat to my p***y, flicking my c**t and teasing me, as we drove here.

And we were just as eager now, his hands roaming over my lower back.

“When does this feast end? I need to f**k you” he leaned in and whispered in my ear.

Jax hadn’t eaten much at the table. Emilia must’ve fed him well enough.

On cue Armani stood up clicking his glass with a fork to get the attention of everyone.

“It is with great pleasure I announce to you that dinner has ended. Let us all move to the main hall upstairs”

As Jax and I stood up, Armani hurried to my side again, he held my hand to stop me from walking.

“I need a word, Mon chaton” Armani said and it was obvious Jax already had a distaste for the man.

I leaned in and whispered to him “You know our section, it’s VIP. Go, I’ll be there with you soon”

Jax left, not without throwing Armani a glare.

“Who is he? Why is he here?” The French rake fired me questions.

“I brought him. He’s a friend” I answered him with a gentle look. The kind that made men succumb.

“You know how private I want to keep this” he warned and I nodded.

“I trust him” I said but before I could turn to leave, Armani grabbed my arm for the third time.

“Every time you keep playing these games with me. When are you ever going to let me seduce you, Mon péché mignon” his tone carried a plea that made my stomach churn. With distaste or desire, I didn’t know.

“I’m not ready to f**k you, Armani” I said, peeling his hand before walking away.

I had nothing against him.

He just was too much of a w***e who’d slept with half of the elegant women in Paris and I didn’t want to be one of his numerous entanglements. Besides, he wasn’t my target right now.

When the waitresses opened the door to the hall for me, I found Jax and Silver sitting on the bed in our section.

The orgy had began, and it was still quiet for now. Foreplay didn’t need much noise, except the slushing of saliva on privates and the sloppy exchange of kisses.

And then Armani put on a slow sensual French classic.

Jax mostly dressed, was glancing around that sea of naked people in awe, pants unbuttoned, his c**k out, hard in his hand, waiting for me. His eyes darkened along with Silver’s just as I approached.

Silver was stark naked, his erect c**k glistening with precum.

Jax’s gaze was sweeping over me in the outfit he’d chosen from his recent lingerie collection, and Silver was staring at the shoes he’d sent along with the invitation.

While the rest of the show continued, I went down on my knees before them, took their c***s in my hands and with a neatness of touch, an expertness, a subtlety few women had ever developed, I sucked the two huge p***s until they were satisfied.

My two hands were as active as my mouth. The titillation almost deprived each man of his senses.

The elasticity of my hands; the variety of rhythms; the change from a hand grip of the entire p***s to the lightest touch of the tip of it, from firm kneading of all the parts to the lightest teasing of the hair around it—all this by an exceptionally beautiful and voluptuous woman like me, while the attention of the men never wavered from me, made the night more… pleasant than words could describe.

Seeing the p***s go into my magnificent mouth between my flashing teeth, while my breasts heaved, gave them a pleasure for which they expressed generously.

Silver kissed my shoulder, my neck, while his c**k twitched in my hand.

Jax moaned when I thumbed the head of his c**k, rubbing at the frenulum, so sensitive.

“You are playing with fire” Silver warned, but his c**k was swelling in my fist.

“This is easy,” I murmured, drawing them both closer by tugging on their c***s. “I love a challenge”