In the Garden of Eve_(0)

I hadn’t realized that there’d be another woman in attendance this evening. I guess this was a good thing as she could concentrate on one of the men, and I could concentrate on the other. Where was the other guy, anyway? I wondered what she was being paid. I’m sure not as much as I’d get if I pulled this off! Something bothered me about her, though. She didn’t look like pussy-for-hire to me. She stroked that leg with a proprietary air. It was also the first time I’d ever seen a woman sitting on the ground still look like a queen. Elizabeth II on her throne couldn’t look more regal.

The man was no slouch in the looks department, either! His well defined body set my pulse racing the moment I laid eyes on him. He dressed in light gray slacks, black leather boots and a black golf shirt. The short sleeved shirt showed off his arms, though they looked like the work of a drunken, brilliant sculptor. For every graceful line of muscle and sinew on display, he had at least two scars crossing his arms as if the master craftsman had often slipped when chiseling him from a block of Desert Ironwood. He didn’t look like a CEO of a company. He looked more like a Marine to me, with his short, skin-faded hair and his no-nonsense demeanor.

I walked up to the pair who still hadn’t acknowledged my presence. Feeling awkward as a virgin at an orgy, I cleared my throat and spoke, directing my words to the handsome black man.

“Hello. Are you Mr. DeWinter, or Mr. Summers?”

He looked up at me with a patient smile. “She’s Miss Summers. I’m Mr. DeWinter. Nice to meet you, Eve.” Though he addressed me directly, he didn’t really focus his attention upon me. He made no effort to rise or to offer me his hand. His friendly tone didn’t jibe with his all-business attitude. It didn’t matter, since my mind still reeled from the shock.

“She’s Evan Summers?”

“No, she’s Eden Summers,” he corrected. Come here.”

Eden. Not Evan. Had Bill known, or had he made a grievous error?

No, that bastard knew.

He’d often teased me about my prudish stand on lesbianism. A hot piece of ass like me shouldn’t live in the ’50s, he always said. I knew he fantasized about having me and another woman go down on him and then do each other for his pleasure, but I’d never complied with his deviant desire. I didn’t even like thinking about lesbian sex, much less participating in it. He wouldn’t dare set me up this way, would he?

Well, after the Eric Affair, I believe he would.

“Eve.” The low, soft voice sliced through my thoughts like a scream in church during the sermon. “Never make me repeat myself.” He pointed to a low stone table, one cut from a single block of marble with a recessed glass top. “Stand upon that,” he commanded. I placed a high-heeled foot upon the table, unsure as to what they expected of me next.

“Stop,” he said. I froze, one foot on the raised dais, the other on the paving stones of the roof top. The stretched leg posture pulled my Capris tightly into the crack of my ass and between the lips of my quim, dormant right now, but working up as the pant crease pressed upon my clit. Summers and DeWinter stared at me, their eyes caressing my gray sheathed legs and my petite feet encased in ebony strips of Latigo leather. Without a touch, I felt myself lubricate. My ass twitched uncontrollably.

“Proceed,” he said, three years later. I clambered on top of the low table, standing with my head bowed and my hands clasped together over my quickly dampening crotch.

“Are you new at this?” he asked. It surprised me how much scorn he invested into five short words. My face flushed. “Move around a little. Let us get a look at the goods.” I reddened as I moved, stiffly, I’m sure. He spoke further commands for me. Push out my breasts. Spread my legs. Strut for them. Bend over and wiggle my ass in their direction as I grabbed my ankles. He put me through my paces like a show dog at competition. I’d come here to fuck, sure, but I felt subhuman doing all of this Bitch on Display crap. It’d be so much easier if he’d just throw me across that black leather divan, spread my legs, and shove himself inside me until he came. That’s what I’d expected to happen tonight. Isn’t that what whores did, fuck, get paid, then leave? Why all this preamble?

“You really are new at this, aren’t you?”

“Of course not,” I said defensively. Adam quickly poured some scotch into a crystal tumbler, then handed it to me. My hands shook so much, I could barely hold it. The amber liquid sloshed over my fingers. Its reek made my eyes water. “I don’t drink hard liquor,” I told him.

He looked at me like I was a bitch that had just piddled on his fine Persian rugs. His thick lips pursed in distaste. “You didn’t before today. Drink. It’ll help you to relax.”

I finished the burning liquor in a couple of gulps, trying to force it down so I wouldn’t have to taste it. Bad move. Instead, it fried my nostrils worse than any wasabi-rush I’ve ever experienced eating sushi. The glass tumbler did just that, shattering into a glittering panorama that competed with the twinkling celestial display above.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” I knelt to the ground, ready to pick up the shimmering fragments. Adam’s dark, strong hand tightened around my pale, slender wrist and drew me upwards.

“Don’t worry about it. Here.” Adam passed me a second glass of scotch. I took it with a steadier hand, my nerves stabilized from the earlier dousing from the oblivion-bringing urine substitute. The stuff smelt vile, but sure did work quickly! “Just sip on that,” he said. “No one shoots back Caol Ila.”

I leaned against the stone table as I sipped my drink. The woman, Eden, hadn’t moved from her position on the ground, but she’d not been idle. She’d rubbed that leg of his so much, I’m surprised she hadn’t worn a hole through it. During my show she’d loosened Adam’s belt. She now pulled it out from its belt loops, folding the black leather strap in half as she presented it to him across both of her upturned palms. She tilted her head down, staring directly at the generous bulge of his crotch. As he took the belt from her, his hand stroked her shoulder length auburn hair as one would a kitten’s fleece.

“Suck me,” he said softly. No more than that. She must’ve been waiting for that command all evening. She surprised me with her rapid compliance. She lunged forward, unzipping him quickly and liberating his thick, flaccid cock from his smoke-gray pants. She leaned forward, her obscenely stretched mouth capable of taking all of his cock inside. Lewd slurping caressed my ears as she worked him over. She knelt in front of him, her gold sandaled feet crossed at the ankles, her petite hands grasping him about the waist as her face bobbed back and forth in front of his groin. She worked his cock with a frenzy I could never match! Nothing in his demeanor showed him to be enjoying her. His flat eyes looked like someone’s who had a fresh sirloin steak dropped onto his plate seconds after he had finished gorging on a 20 ounce T-bone. The head session didn’t seem to excite him in the least. But did he have to stare at me like that? For some reason, I felt incredibly embarrassed. Why? It wasn’t me on my knees shoving my mouth full of hard black cock. Not yet, at any rate.

“What are you thinking?” he asked. How could his voice sound so calm while he got his cock sucked? Incredible.

“I don’t understand why I’m here. You definitely don’t need me. Eden’s beautiful.”

“She certainly is. But so are you. Why don’t you join her?” He stretched out his hand to me in invitation. I rose from my seat on the table, happily setting my unfinished drink upon it as I took his hand. Eden didn’t look up from her work. His cock glistened with her spit as she forced him into her rapidly working mouth. It amazed me how well she serviced him. Her lips were stretched taut by the black iron bar which filled up her entire throat. Breath whistled through her nose as she consumed him. She certainly couldn’t breathe through her mouth, not with that cocoa skinned creature lodged into it. His meat was as thick as a tin of deep brown beans, and only a little longer than that. Squat and thick, just the way I liked them. I wondered if he tasted as sweet as beans in molasses as well? I smiled at the thought.

My gaze quickly slid back to him as I saw him move. He grasped his leather belt in both of his hands, which now moved towards me. I shied away. He dropped one end of the strap so he could grab me and pull me back towards him. His steely grip on my forearm kept me from bolting. “I’m not going to strike you with it. Relax.” His low, hypnotic voice eliminated all resistance. I stepped forward. He collared me with his belt, sliding the thick silver buckle home to rest against my Adam’s apple. Even my throat belonged to him, named after the forbidden fruit his namesake had sampled eons ago. The same fruit my namesake had first fed him. Just as I hoped he’d sample me, the wife of another man. Sin, upon sin, upon sin. He snugged the belt against my throat. He used the makeshift leash to gently pull me toward him, and then to force me down upon my knees next to Eden. Eden glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, but didn’t stop sucking Adam’s cock.

I knelt in my garden just as I had in time immemorial, preparing to accept the seed of the man I’d been commanded to serve and obey.

“Give her some room, Kitten. Let Eve have a taste.” Hearing this, Eden stood up, but not before pulling Adam’s pants down around his ankles and making him step clear of them. She moved around him, positioning her face between his taut asscheeks, and pushed her face forward, splitting them apart. The wet sounds I heard earlier recommenced. She couldn’t be doing what I thought she was, could she?

Oh yes, yes she could! Adam’s cock pulsed, threatening to slap him in the belly with every beat of his heart. A deep sigh escaped him as Eden worked between his asscheeks. One of her hands snaked around and grabbed him by the cock, jerking it roughly as she speared his anus with her pointy pink weapon. Her crimson-tipped fingers couldn’t even close around it.

“Suck me,” he said coolly, in direct contrast to the sharp tug he gave to my belt leash. I fell forward and smacked my cheek against his turgid black cock, a wet sound caused by the glistening spit still upon his dusky skin. Drops of precome dribbled out of his cockslit, flowing freely onto Eden’s pale jerking hand. Another tug on the leash pulled me forward, the blunt end of his cock bludgeoning my front teeth and threatening to bruise my pouty lips. I opened my mouth wide, ready to accept him but the spit slickened skin, skin moistened by the loving mouth of another woman, stopped me. l pulled my head back. He’d have none of that. He released his hold on the leash and captured my head between his strong hands. He drew me forward, forcing me onto his cock. I could either accept him, or have my front teeth staved in by his cock.

I opened my mouth wide for him.

His cockhead fed into my mouth, depressing my tongue. My mouth stretched around his girth, feeling like it’d split at the corners. With time, I’m sure I could’ve adjusted to the feeling. He didn’t give me that time. He lunged forward with his hips, skewering my mouth. I couldn’t back up as his hands still gripped me tightly. I could only swallow him.

Eden released her grip upon him. He tried to force the freed-up inches into my mouth, but I couldn’t handle cock as thick as his. If you rolled three Bill-sized pricks together, they still wouldn’t equal Adam’s sausage in thickness. I coughed up around him. Adam didn’t seem to care. He forced even more licorice stick down my throat. Too bad for him. I couldn’t handle it. I choked around him, sending gouts of spit and mucous flowing around his prick and down my chin. I frantically slapped at his hips and legs in a vain attempt at making him release my head.

I don’t know how, but I managed to stop myself from vomiting. God, that would’ve been something! I’d not given a very impressive performance thus far. I hoped Adam wouldn’t sink the deal because of it. My heart slammed up against my ribs, racing with worry.

“Don’t push her, hon. It’s no good if you make her pass out,” Eden said, taking a brief respite from her anal endeavors. I couldn’t see her from around Adam’s waist, but her husky voice sounded clear. I guess she’d pulled out from his ass long enough to give me some much-appreciated moral support. Surprisingly, Adam released my head and moved his arms behind him. Grabbing Eden’s head instead, he leaned forward and pulled her in. I heard a muffled noise, then the wet sounds of anal loving recommenced. He worked her face against his ass roughly. My respect for Eden grew. She made sucking his gargantuan cock look easy. She also took some of the heat off of me.

“Get back to work,” he said coldly. I’d rather suck him by choice than be forced, so I complied. I took him back in, as deep as his cock would go. Not too damn far, I’m sorry to say. I concentrated on pleasuring his cockhead, nibbling around the corona of his glands. I used both my hands on him as well, pumping his cock as I massaged his balls. He seemed to like that. Done right, it should feel just as pleasing to him as deep throat. His eyes finally closed as he worked Eden’s face up and down his ass crack. The Iceman was melting, finally. Probably due to his tail, and not my head, unfortunately. I couldn’t believe how much noise she made back there. Eden certainly must have been enjoying her anal play!

His cock was much thicker than Bill’s, and tasted different. He smelled of cinnamon and musk, a sweet, primal scent that drove me wild. He tasted of pure sex. Although coerced into coming here, I had no regrets. Seeing such a lewd show as Eden’s excited me. In contrast, fucking my neighbor’s son was nothing. It may’ve been sex out of wedlock, but the vanilla, missionary-style fucks lacked the fire of this evening’s adventures. Nothing like being sold to some stranger for an evening, and servicing him on my knees while another woman rimmed his ass with her tongue. Nothing like being collared with his belt as he drove his cock into my throat. Nothing like knowing that I’d come solely because my husband demanded that I whore for him. Nothing like knowing that pleasing this man would earn me 2 mil, my cut of the Phobos deal. I felt cheap and well used. I also felt happy, a feeling that surprised me once I recognized it for what it was.

My eyes closed as I worked him over. In the darkness behind my eyelids his cock felt even larger between my lips. His hands stroked my shoulders and ran over my forearms, right down to my hands. No, not his hands. Her hands. Definitely. Long fingernails raked over my bare skin and traced my arms from shoulder to wrist. Eden caressed me as she worked his ass over. It felt funny at first, but the sensation soon grew intense. I prayed that my heightened sexual awareness would last forever.

Of course it couldn’t. All too soon, I felt Adam’s legs tremble. The balls in my hand tightened up, their skin crinkling like a couple of wizened apples in the cellar after a long winter. Instead of pressing forward, forcing himself into my mouth as I’d expected, he lunged backwards, driving his ass hard against Eden’s face. She made a loud surprised sound, a grunt quickly smothered by his ass. He leaned forward, his torso now almost parallel with the ground as he pressed himself upon her probing tongue. This of course, pulled his cock out of my mouth as he fired his spunk. Hot semen splashed over my opened mouth, filling it full of his essence. He sprayed cum over my cheeks and chin, my face and breasts. Then he thrust forward, shoving his rapidly softening member into my mouth. Finally, I could get all of it in! I didn’t question its importance, it just was. Perhaps no woman likes knowing that another can do for a man what she herself cannot. Friendly, demure Eden was my competition. By the end of the evening, I’d learn to suck Adam’s cock just as well as she could, or die in the attempt. I swore it.

I took in all of him, suckling on his cock gently, cleaning it off as it shrank down to an easily managed size. As I serviced him, just as Eden had minutes before, her face peeked around his waist to have a look. Her nose, cheeks and chin shone, glossy with her saliva. She smiled at me, and I smiled back, imagining what I must’ve looked like, my face doused with his cum, my breasts saturated by it.

“So, you two can get along. Good,” Adam said. “Eve, close your eyes, and don’t open them until I command you to do so. Don’t move a muscle.” Of course I did as he asked.

At least, I tried to.

The cooling semen felt tacky on my face, so I raised a hand to wipe it off. Another hand stopped me. A small, delicate, female hand, not the beefy paw I’d expected.

“Let me,” Eden said in a happy tone. Lips lightly brushed across the skin of my cheek, feeling out the territory. I shrank from the unwanted contact. The belt tightened around my throat in unspoken warning. ‘Don’t move,’ he said, and ‘don’t move,’ he meant. After that reminder, I stayed stock-still and bore the humiliation stoically.

Eden resumed her tongue work, moving her pink muscle all over my face, lapping up his semen like a starving kitten would her evening’s milk. Her long, talented tongue sought out his elusive wigglers in any nook or cranny where they might’ve hidden themselves. She drove her tongue into my hair line, behind my left ear, and under my chin. Of course she sucked the cum out of my clothing. She mauled my breasts as she tried to wring out my top, like a washerwoman would a wet cloth. Her teeth and lips expertly stimulated my nipples until they threatened to bore through the thin silvery material of my damp halter. She sucked all the cum out of the top, then turned her attention back to the only place she had yet to explore.

My mouth.

Her tongue pressed against my tightly closed lips, prying my plush lips apart as she stuck it inside. She moved her tongue all along my teeth and gums, eventually working it in between my jaws and running it over my tongue. She applied suction, drawing my tongue out of my mouth and into hers. I let her do as she wished, but forced myself not to feel any pleasure from it. I didn’t resist her, but neither did I participate in her oral exploration. She must’ve felt my reserve, for she suddenly ceased her spelunking and pulled back.

“Open your eyes,” Adam said. Eden’s face hovered close to mine, close enough that her warm breath fluttered my eyelashes. The scent reminded me of blooming lavender in spring. She knelt in front of me, her slim ankles crossed behind her as always, her hands palm down on her thighs. She regarded me with a wistful, almost sad expression. Did my rejection hurt her? I wouldn’t have expected her to be so soft, not with a brusque man like Adam ordering her about all the time.

“There’s obviously something you don’t fully realize here, Eve. You’re not here for me. You’re here at Eden’s request.” Adam stroked Eden’s cheek, which she nuzzled against his palm. “If you don’t impress her, Deimos won’t get the contract. Do you fully understand your position?”

“She’s your boss?” I couldn’t keep the surprise out of my voice. Eden’s low, deep chuckle betrayed her amusement. Her rich, velvety voice could challenge her satin skin for softness. A touch of smoke graced it, and lots of heat.

“You obviously find that hard to believe. Why?”

“You’re so … so … “

“Submissive?” she supplied.

“Eager to please,” I said.