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A MANSION FOR MASOCHISTS

Chapter Fourteen

"Please come to New York," Lilith had urged Alicia over the phone. "I'm having such a wonderful time here, but it would be even better with you." Alicia had been working at her newfound job in the campus bookstore when Lilith called. It was quite a shock to suddenly go from making small talk about the price of pencils and Lifesavers to a dialectic on the advantages of a free seat in first class and world class hotel suites and restaurants.

Alicia had considered Lilith's proposal for a moment, and then decided that since her part time job would never cover such a trip, she'd better take the opportunity while it was offered. She hung up the phone, excused herself by telling the dour woman in charge of the store that she suddenly felt ill, and dashed home, sprinting across the sidewalks of the campus as men turned their heads to catch a glimpse of her derriere under her flying miniskirt.

Alicia was greeted at the base of the speedway by a limo driver. He led her to the car as a second man took her baggage claim ticket and went to fetch her suitcase. Soon Alicia found herself comfortably ensconced in the plush interior of the locked limo as it whisked her downtown. In the front seat the driver and his assistant chatted amiably about football.

It occurred to Alicia as she watched the skyscrapers of Manhattan drift closer that now she would be entirely in Lilith's domain. Her car would not be parked outside the hotel. Her campus apartment would not be fifteen minutes' drive away. In a sense, she was a prisoner. She wondered if the driver would stop the limo and let her out if she insisted. What was it that made Alicia so valuable to Lilith that the woman would buy her a one way ticket to New York and put her up in her own hotel suite? Alicia's personality was an asset, to be sure, but in the end Alicia was but as a naive schoolgirl to the mature Lilith. Alicia glanced down at her ample cleavage, and the curve of her thighs below. Lilith might have the more sophisticated personality, but the youthful vigor of Alicia's body could best the woman's own figure in any contest. Alicia trembled briefly as she realized where her true value lay.

Alicia was escorted by a doorman at the hotel through the gargantuan lobby and up a lift to Lilith's suite. Alicia half expected to be introduced to an orgy in progress, and wondered if she would respond as was wished. Instead Lilith sat alone, garbed in a modest black gown, sipping tea. Far from superintending a wild debauch, she looked almost lonely.

"Ohh, you're finally here," Lilith exclaimed happily to Alicia. She rose and greeted the girl, and it was only then that Alicia noticed that a couple sat quietly across from where Lilith had been drinking her tea. Lilith escorted Alicia past the potted fern which had blocked the blonde's view of her guests and introduced her.

"This is Deliah," Lilith said of an attractive, well-bred woman who looked about 30. She had brown, shoulder length hair and was impeccably attired. "And this is James," Lilith said of a handsome man with broad shoulders and an aristocratic visage. Both looked as if they had just finished a day of executive decisionmaking in New York's plusher conference rooms. Conservatively dressed, they seemed to exude power. The couple greeted Alicia warmly.

A pleasant conversation followed, in which the couple proffered information about their affairs and asked Alicia about her schooling. When the couple had left Alicia suggested to Lilith that they take a dip together in the hotel's pool.

"I'm sorry, dear, after that long flight the last thing you probably wanted to do was sit here and talk," Lilith said.

"No, I enjoyed it, really," Alicia said. "They're a very nice couple. I hope I'm like Deliah someday."

"You'll marry well," Lilith replied, with the sureness of a psychic.

Lilith begged off the swim, so Alicia stepped into the bathroom by herself and slipped into her bikini. With a peck on Lilith's cheek she thanked the woman for the trip and skipped out of the suite. A sign by the elevator in the hall indicated that a pool was located on the roof. It was reserved solely for the wealthiest guests on the upper floors. Alicia, being the guest of such a guest, bade the lift to take her upward.

The hotel's penthouse pool was heated, and lit with submerged lamps. Starlight reflected off its surface, competing with the lights of nearby skyscrapers. A sign stated that the pool was chlorine free. There were no other swimmers present. Alicia lowered herself into the steamy pool and luxuriated in its warmth. The water was clear as crystal, and was fed by a small waterfall at one end that spilled from a wall. The pool deepened in the middle, but at either end she could stand. Alicia floated on her back, then paddled over to the falls. She stepped into them and let the water cascade over her breasts. The falling water tugged at her skimpy bikini bra, threatening to remove it.

Alicia bobbed about in the pool by herself for awhile. Eventually she was drawn back to the waterfall. Once again the tumbling water pulled at her little brassiere. Suddenly Alicia wondered what it would feel like to actually take the falls' suggestion. She glanced over her slim shoulder. Nobody. Alicia put a hand to each of her bikini straps and pulled them from her shoulders simultaneously. The falling water took care of the rest.

Alicia squealed as she suddenly found herself bare-breasted beneath the falls. She wriggled her breasts, making them wobble rapidly from side to side. With a hum of delight she then lifted up her bosoms with her palms in a sort of offering to the falls, her breasts now as free as the water which spilled over them. Alicia's nipples perked up as the water assuaged them.

"Hello," a man's voice called. Alicia spun about, then quickly covered her breasts with her hands. Even in her state of dishabille Alicia retained a prim allure. She did not grasp her breasts with her palms, but rather had instinctively placed her fingers over them. Her digits were stiff and pressed close together, except for the pinkie on each hand which trailed away at an angle as if she were lifting a teacup. Her thumbs also extended away from her fingers, pointing up toward her face. Below her breasts her fallen bikini top floated about the base of her ribs in the churning water, still fastened about her torso. The man gazing at her was James.

"You look like a little water nymph," James smiled. "How about a bite to eat?"

"I guess so," Alicia said. She smiled wanly and turned back toward the falls. A vision of her father beckoning her to dinner floated through her mind.

James walked around the side of the pool and came up beside the falls. He had exchanged his business suit for more casual attire. It was a Friday night, and James looked ready to partake of whatever sophisticated delights a man of his stature was accustomed to in New York. He was dressed in a vanilla sport jacket and slacks, much like a man in the tropics might wear. Alicia thrust her breasts deeper into the falls. The water obscured them, hiding them from her own eyes and those of James.

"What shall I wear?" Alicia inquired of James without looking up at him.

"Just what you have on if you like," James replied. "This place isn't picky about attire, though it is well appointed."

"Is it somebody's house?" Alicia asked. James laughed.

"Of course not," James said. "This is New York." His comment left Alicia wondering a bit. In Iowa one always wore one's Sunday best, even when going to a restaurant of only modest appointment. Perhaps in Manhattan it was possible to eat out in a bikini, strange as that sounded. Alicia wondered whether James' comment about wearing "just what you have on" was in reference to her bra as it had been before he arrived at the pool, or after. Alicia told James she would join him in a minute and the man said he would be waiting for her with his wife in a limo outside the lobby.

When James had departed Alicia pulled her bra back up over her bosoms. She climbed from the pool and toweled herself off. She shook out her hair and admired herself in the partially steamed glass that reflected back her image while offering a view of the city below. Now she was about to step out into that city, and suddenly she felt frightened. Thankfully Lilith had introduced her to James. He would be her guardian, and his wife (so she hoped) would guard her from him. Alicia slipped her high heels back on and made for the lift.

When Alicia arrived back at the hotel room Lilith was gone. Alicia had half expected this, as a close friend of Lilith's, unknown to Alicia, was sick in the hospital. Lilith had left a note:

"Sorry to leave you. Going to see Millicent. Mick away on business (again). James and Deliah desire your company at dinner. Hope James finds you. If you're in a rush just pull on the woolen sweater I laid out for you. The place isn't picky. Take the belt too. It will keep your bottom warm. s/Lilith"

Alicia glanced at the pullover sweater. It was a beautiful beige, just the right color to match her white bikini panties. Beside it a black leather belt with a silver buckle gleamed darkly. Alicia wondered at Lilith's remark about the belt. Fastened about her waist, there was no way it could keep her heinie heated. Only if it were taken off, perhaps later in the evening, could it be used to warm her posterior. Alicia trembled.

Despite her misgivings, Alicia decided upon pulling on the sweater that it would look best if worn with the belt. She picked up the strip of leather, weighing it briefly in her palms, and then fastened it on. Her bikini panties were now almost dry. Alicia tossed back her hair and admired herself in a mirror. It was then that she first noticed the sweater's special quality. Alicia had discarded her bikini bra, preferring the freedom she felt without it. But the sweater proved to be of loosely spun wool, meaning that there were gaps between the woven fibers, much like fishnet, but with smaller, more discreet apertures. Should Alicia's nipples become erect they might easily find their way through the woolen strands to poke out in all their naked glory.

Alicia was thinking of trading the sweater for something else when there was a knock at the door.

"Come on!" James, standing outside, exclaimed when Alicia opened the door. "You're dressed? Good," James said. "Deliah is growing impatient." James took Alicia by the hand and hurried her down the hall to a waiting elevator. He smiled at Alicia as the elevator doors closed and a taciturn bellhop pressed the button for the ground floor. Alicia glanced down demurely at her feet. They descended in silence.

Alicia felt a twinge of embarrassment as James led her through the lobby. Everywhere heads turned, as usual, to gaze at Alicia's beauty. Her skimpy attire only served to heighten their interest. Her heels clicked on colored tiles as she exited the lobby and crossed the covered automobile pavilion that extended out toward the street from the front of the hotel. A doorman waited by the one of the limo's side doors, which stood open. Without paying undue attention to Alicia the doorman guided Alicia into the depths of the limo and closed the door upon her. James crossed around the back of the limo and entered from the far side.

Inside, the smoked glass of the limo tempered the glaring lights of the auto pavilion. A sheet of darkened glass also divided the main passenger compartment of the limo from the driver. Communication between James and the driver was to be solely through an intercom. The wealthy were noted for their privacy, and this limo certainly provided that, Alicia reflected. She smiled at Deliah, who sat beside her, dressed in a blouse and miniskirt. Deliah smiled back. Like her husband, she had changed into casual apparel as well.

"O.K., driver," James called through the intercom. The running engine shifted gears and the limo surged forward. The pavilion slipped away and the colored tiles beneath the wheels of the limo were replaced by asphalt.

A bit of small talk was exchanged between the couple and Alicia, but then the ride slipped into silence. It was as if a storm were brewing, as if an unspoken promise was about to be fulfilled. Alicia thought to herself how she hardly knew the couple beside her. She began wishing she had come wearing more concealing attire. It was then that James reached across to Deliah's blouse and undid the top button.

They were sitting in traffic, waiting for a stoplight to change as shoppers surged past the limo and cars waited with running engines beside it. Alicia watched out of the corner of her eye as James flipped open Deliah's next button, and then her next.

The light changed as James reached the bottom of Deliah's blouse. Its halves separated. James reached up and pulled the fabric of the blouse back to reveal one of Deliah's breasts. The limo sped past unseeing crowds. Some looked right at Alicia, and Deliah beyond, but their stares were blank, made ignorant by the glass.

At a second movement of James' hand Deliah's remaining breast was uncovered. Then he cupped her bosom that was closest to him with his palm and passed his thumb over her nipple. Its bud responded. When James had made Deliah's first nipple erect, he proceeded to her second. He grazed it with his fingers, quickly bringing it to full flower. Alicia's nipples needed no such encouragement. Merely watching the pair surreptitiously had caused her buds to rise until they peaked through the woolen fabric of her sweater. The little nubs poked through, further adding to the allure of her sweater, which already clung tightly to her bosoms, outlining the thrust of their cleavage and the flatness of her tummy below.

James bent down and began suckling Deliah's breasts. The woman gave a contented sigh and let her head roll backward. James supped at her bosoms for what seemed like hours. Occasionally Deliah extended the tip of her tongue and whetted her upper lip. Alicia, watching, licked her lips involuntarily. Deliah slid her hips forward on the bench seat until most of her bottom no longer rested on the plush leather. She kicked up her heels and set them down on a low mahogany table that squatted in front of the seat.

James lifted his mouth from Deliah's breasts. Her nipples glistened wetly.

"You make a wonderful aphrodisiac," James smiled at Alicia. "Would you care to remove Deliah's panties? I'm going to take her now."

"But&emdash;" Alicia protested.

"Please?" James inquired. Alicia gazed at the man for a moment. He was very handsome. Her mind wondered if his dick matched his face and shoulders in beauty. Her manners told her it would be most improper for her to remove another woman's panties. Still, it wasn't her own panties she was being asked to remove.

"Please?" James repeated. Alicia relented. She scooted herself off the couch and knelt facing Deliah. Delicately she reached up inside the woman's miniskirt and caught hold of the waistband of her panties. They were made of white silk. With one svelte movement Alicia slipped the panties down Deliah's smooth, tanned thighs and over her pretty knees. She was about to let go, leaving the little garment about Deliah's calves, when James intervened.

"Off," James, his hands still occupied above Deliah's waist, said to Alicia. "All the way off, please." Alicia obeyed. She tugged the panties down the remainder of Deliah's legs and past the cloying straps of her heels. Alicia wondered if Deliah would eventually undress her in turn. If James was well endowed, she just might find herself appreciating such a reprisal.

Alicia passed Deliah's panties over the spikes of her heels and held them aloft.

"What should I do with these?" Alicia asked James.

"Stuff them in her mouth," James replied. Not really wanting to, but at the same time feeling a wicked desire to assist in the woman's denouement, Alicia knelt upon the seat and bade Deliah open her mouth. Deliah assented, and Alicia stuffed in the panties.

"I hope she wasn't wearing these all day or anything," Alicia said as she tucked the final folds of the crumpled panties between Deliah's parted lips.

"I hope she was," James said. He shucked off his trousers and his penis sprang forth. Alicia gasped, even though the instrument was not intended for her. It was large, larger even than most dildos, and throbbing with virility. Alicia watched with unchecked admiration as James' penis bobbed up and down, his hand lifting up the front of Deliah's miniskirt to reveal her pussy.

James knelt down on the floor, his butt bumping up against the side of the mahogany table. He bent his head down until his tongue found Deliah's slit. The woman moaned. Alicia felt her own hands drifting over her thighs to almost meet at the juncture of her legs. It took restraint not to begin rubbing herself at the sight laid out before her. The cotton panties in Deliah's mouth muffled her screams as James assiduously ministered to her pussy. Alicia felt herself becoming more and more excited as the woman before her suffered climax after climax at the hands of her handsome suitor. James slurped studiously, his drying saliva still sparkling on Deliah's quivering, upturned nipples.

Alicia bent forward and plucked the panties from Deliah's mouth. She leaned in and engaged the lolling woman in a spontaneous kiss. James looked up, his eyes admiring the curve of Alicia's pantied rear as she knelt on the seat, kissing his wife. The belt above Alicia's derriere was a welcome sight; his own slacks and the skirt of his wife had none. James hoped he would get an opportunity to use the belt; not, of course, to hold up his pants.

Alicia's bottom wriggled as she kissed Deliah deeply. James rose from his wife's cunt. He turned to the mahogany table, whose near side could be lifted up and locked into place. James lifted up the side, extending the length of the table so that it nearly touched their seat. James then mounted the table, kneeling upon it, and kneed his way forward until his penis pressed at the entrance of his wife's vagina. Alicia, sensing James' presence, turned her head to be engaged by him in a French kiss. Meantime James, feeling his way, urged himself up within his wife's cunt.

James passed a hand over Alicia's cleavage, tweaking her exposed nipples. His hand slipped around to her back and down her sweater to her belt. He fingered it.

"I hope this will prove useful later this evening," James said to Alicia, disengaging his lips from hers. Alicia felt the pressure of James' hand upon her belt.

"I'm afraid it may," Alicia whispered. James then transferred his mouth to that of his wife, as Alicia, with glistening eyes, looked on. James surged himself upward inside Deliah. His penis embedded itself to the hilt. Alicia reached down and gave James' balls an encouraging squeeze. James began working his hips in and out, his member sluicing inside the tight but wet confines of Deliah's pussy.

Alicia released her hold on James' testicles to watch them slap against the innermost curve of Deliah's bottom. At James' urging she began swatting his buttocks with her palm. At first Alicia struck him lightly, but at his demand she hit him with all her might. James' butt cheeks began turning red as she spurred him onward toward the climax he so earnestly sought.

At the last moment James withdrew his rod and, kneeing his way onto the seat, stuck it into his wife's open mouth. Her lidded eyes sprang open as she attempted to accommodate the sudden intrusion. Alicia, herself almost crazed by what was transpiring before her, knelt in close against the back of the seat and put her own mouth down next to Deliah's. James, his rod steaming, withdrew from his wife's orifice and slammed himself directly into Alicia's inviting mouth. Now it was Alicia's turn to gape. She had not expected to actually be offered the fruit of James' manhood in preference to his wife! No sooner had James thrust inside Alicia than his sperm began shooting forth in gruelly spurts, splattering the back of Alicia's mouth and running unbidden down her throat. Alicia's cheeks swelled as she fought to contain James' sperm. Semen bubbled from the corners of her mouth and ran down to her chin. Deliah came to the rescue just in time, urging James' penis from Alicia's lips with her fingers. She replaced Alicia's mouth with her own, accepting the last ejaculations from James herself, buying Alicia time to swallow.

James had just emptied his load, his prick still stiff, when he withdrew himself from his wife and plunged back into Alicia's mouth. Her lips closed and sucked upon him, but only one or two drops were to be had. Slowly James' member began to soften. Deliah tickled his balls with her sharp fingernails.

The limo was just pulling in to the restaurant as Alicia and Deliah used her moist panties to wipe James' semen from their lips.

"My, our lips sure are glossy, aren't they?" Deliah commented, looking into a mirror with Alicia.

"Yes!" Alicia giggled. "I hope nobody asks what kind of great lipstick we use."

James had pulled his underwear and pants back on but Deliah, now bereft of panties, could only smooth down her miniskirt. As carefully as he had undone them, James began buttoning up the buttons on Deliah's blouse. Alicia helped, fastening the upper buttons while James did the lower. As Alicia worked she couldn't help admiring how the blouse closed tautly over Deliah's cleavage, its fabric stretching to just barely come together over her tits. Even when closed the blouse could not conceal the protruding peaks of Deliah's sheathed bosoms. The two girls would be quite a sight when they walked into the restaurant. Alicia prayed that her own nipples would soften and slip back beneath the wooly strands of her sweater.

Upon entering the restaurant Alicia found that her concern for her own modesty was unneeded. While the hostess inside the front door was dressed conventionally, all the waitresses were topless. Each girl had long hair, but each had her hair tied back in a neat ponytail which prevented her mane from hiding her cleavage. Alicia and Deliah walked unnoticed past their fellow diners, most of whom were dressed as scantily as they were.

The trio had ordered and were waiting for their meal when Deliah reached over into James' lap. Alicia thought she heard a zipping sound. The next moment James let out his breath fairly forcefully as Deliah began what appeared to be a stroking motion between his thighs. A moment later Alicia realized that Deliah had unzipped James' fly and was massaging his penis.

"Is it erect?" Alicia whispered to Deliah, in part to confirm her suspicions.

"Yes," Deliah breathed. She continued her ministration for close to a minute then, at the sight of the returning waitress, returned her hands to her own lap. Alicia wondered if Deliah would have been as bold if the three of them had not been seated in a booth.

"Please tell me when you're ready to order," the waitress smiled, handing menus to each of them. Alicia opened her menu and gasped. No food was to be seen. Instead, a variety of the most bizarre sexual entrees was available.

"The Sperm a la Carte looks delicious," Deliah said aloud, reading from the selections. "Your choice of penises served with a pair of tight balls aching to be released. Fully charged and ready to feed you wherever you're hungriest. Anal insertions a specialty."

"This is too weird for me," Alicia said. She attempted to rise but James caught her arm.

"Ah, waitress," James called to the nearest topless girl. "We were given the wrong menu. We're here to eat, er, normal food."

"Oh, I'm sorry!" the girl exclaimed. She strode over with all the grace and trained efficiency of an employee of a five star restaurant. "Kari must have misunderstood. Here, I'll take these..." The girl retrieved the salacious menus. A moment later they were replaced with leather binders offering the standard nourishment to which the average diner is accustomed to.

The meal proceeded through cocktails and appetizers in relative silence. Finally, not wanting to appear impolite to her hosts, and not knowing how else to break the ice, Alicia asked, "How come everyone else I see is eating ordinary food like us? Were those menus just a sick joke?"

"No," James said gently, as if preparing to explain some simple fact to a naive little girl. "Depending on what you order from the, shall we say, more lascivious menus you are then escorted to the appropriate part of the restaurant. For instance, if I ordered 'Hot Buns' I would be taken to a room where we could make use of that belt of yours without having your screams disturb the other diners."

"Oh, I see," Alicia said, gulping. She looked down at her salad and took another spoonful of lettuce. She munched it slowly, then said, "I'm sorry if I spoiled things for you. I was just so shocked when I saw that menu..."

"Perhaps you wouldn't mind if Deliah and I had another look at it after dinner?" James asked. "We might want to sample one of the selections before we leave&emdash;"

"Oh, please!" Alicia exclaimed over a mouthful of lettuce, then swallowed. "I don't want to spoil your fun."

"You just wanted a good dinner first, didn't you, dear?" Deliah smiled. "I don't blame you. Airplane food is the pits. We really should have been more considerate of her needs, James."

"Of course, dear," James agreed. Then, that little detail resolved, James inquired of Alicia about her youth. This was in large part a subtle compliment, implying that despite her misgivings about sophisticated adult entertainment Alicia was in no wise still a child. In part the couple had been misled, thinking that due to Alicia's reported adventures at Lilith's mansion she would jump right in with them in their pursuit of decadent fulfillment. For a moment they had been miffed at Alicia's sudden recalcitrance. But now her hesitation was proving a powerful aphrodisiac. What could be more tantalizing than a girl who had to be coaxed into libertine delights?

The meal progressed now on an even keel, with Alicia prattling happily about her childhood as James' prick grew to painful erection and Deliah's clitoris tingled with desire. Around them couples of two or more would decorously read their menus, order, and then be escorted away. Others would sit and eat and chat, apparently oblivious to the departure of adjacent diners and the scanty attire prevalent throughout the establishment.

When dessert had been downed James ordered the return of the menus which they had been given originally. Alicia found herself staring once more at the kinky selections, and tried not to read too much.

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