Chapter 12: Chapter 12
Victor sat in his private booth on the upper level of the club, looking down on his guests, satisfied that everybody was having a great time. He had selected Ash, one of the former cheerleaders, to serve him for the night. Ash, the curvy, dark haired child of Indian immigrants, was snuggled up next to him, seemingly enjoying his attentions. He stroked her dark skin as she kissed him passionately, her naked body writhing against his. He noticed Isabella sitting in one of the luxurious chairs, her slave Lily perched on her lap while Isabella fondles her buttocks.
Karen had been dancing for almost half an hour, her skin slick with sweat from the exertion, as Edward and Lucy watched her, their hands exploring each others bodies.
Suddenly, Lucy leaned over to Edward, her voice low and excited. "Edward, look at her," she said, her eyes gleaming with lust. "She's perfect, isn't she? Why don't we take her to a private room and really enjoy her intimate services?" Edward's eyes widened in surprise, but the thought of having Karen all to themselves, of being able to do whatever they wanted with her, sent a wave of excitement coursing through him. He looked at Karen, her body moving sinuously as she danced, her eyes locked onto his, and he knew he wanted her. "Yes," he said, his voice firm with decision. "Let's do it." "Karen, come here," Edward commanded, his voice firm and unyielding.
Karen, her body still moving to the music, stopped and looked at him, her eyes meeting his. "Yes, Master?" she replied, her voice soft and submissive. "Take us to a private room," Edward ordered, gesturing to himself and Lucy. Karen's eyes flicked to Lucy, then back to Edward, a hint of uncertainty in her gaze. "As you wish, Master," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She turned and led them through the club, her hips swaying gently, her bare feet silent on the plush carpet. They passed other dolls serving their clients, some engaged in intimate acts, others simply providing companionship. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, perfume, and sex. As they entered the private room, Karen turned to face Edward and Lucy, her eyes flicking nervously between the two. "Now, Karen," Edward said, his voice low and commanding, "strip Lucy for me. Make it slow, make it sexy." Karen hesitated for a moment, her eyes meeting Lucy's, before she stepped closer to her. She reached up, her fingers tracing the straps of Lucy's dress, slowly pulling them down, revealing more and more of her creamy skin. Lucy's breath hitched as Karen's fingers brushed against her, her body shivering with anticipation. Edward watched, his eyes gleaming with lust, as Karen slowly undressed Lucy, her movements deliberate and sensual. Once Lucy was down to her bra and panties, Karen turned to Edward, her eyes questioning. "Now Lucy, you strip Karen," he ordered, his voice hoarse with desire.
Lucy's eyes gleamed with excitement as she turned to Karen, who stood before her, her body tense with anticipation. Lucy reached out, her fingers tracing the edge of Karen's corset, her touch light and teasing. Karen's breath hitched, her eyes locked onto Lucy's as she slowly began to unlace the corset, revealing more and more of Karen's creamy skin. Edward watched, his cock twitching in his pants, as Lucy seductively stripped Karen, her movements deliberate and slow. Once Karen was down to her panties, Lucy looked up at Edward, her eyes filled with lust. "Now what, Master?" she asked, her voice low and sultry. Edward smirked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Now, Lucy, you and Karen are going to kiss," he commanded, his voice firm. "And not just any kiss. I want to see passion, I want to see hunger.
And I want you both to remove each other's underwear while you do it." Lucy's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and excitement flashing across her face. She looked at Karen, who was staring at her, her cheeks flushed with desire. Without a word, Lucy reached out, her fingers hooking into the waistband of Karen's panties, slowly pulling them down. Karen gasped, her hands flying to Lucy's hips, fingers curling into the thin fabric of her panties, mirroring Lucy's actions. As they both stepped out of their underwear, they moved closer, their bodies pressing together, their breaths mingling. Then, Karen leaned in, her lips crashing onto Lucy's, kissing her with a fierce, passionate intensity. Lucy moaned, her hands tangling in Karen's hair, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. Their tongues danced, their bodies grinding against each other, lost in the heat of the moment.
Suddenly, Edward stepped forward, his voice firm and commanding. "Stop," he said, his voice cutting through their passion. They broke apart, their breaths ragged, their eyes wide with surprise. "What's wrong, Master?" Lucy asked, her voice breathless. "Nothing's wrong, my dear," he said, his voice low and seductive. "I just want to join in." Before they could react, he reached out, his hands cupping their breasts, one in each hand. They gasped, their bodies arching into his touch, their nipples hardening against his palms. "That's it," he murmured, his thumbs brushing against their sensitized peaks. "Let's make this a night to remember." Edward said, his voice low and authoritative. "Karen, get on the bed, on your knees between Lucy's legs." Karen hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking between Edward and Lucy, before she climbed onto the bed, positioning herself as instructed. Lucy lay back, her eyes locked onto Karen's, her breath hitching in anticipation. Edward watched, his cock throbbing in his pants, as Karen leaned down, her tongue flicking out to taste Lucy's pussy. Lucy moaned, her hips bucking slightly, her fingers tangling in Karen's hair, pulling her closer. Edward couldn't wait any longer. He stripped off his clothes, his eyes never leaving the two women on the bed. Once naked, he climbed onto the bed behind Karen, his hands gripping her hips. She moaned, her body tensing as she felt his cock press against her ass. "Are you ready, Karen?" Edward asked, his voice hoarse with desire.
Karen nodded, her breath hitching as she felt Edward's cock slowly push into her. She moaned, her body tensing as she felt herself stretch to accommodate him. Lucy, feeling Karen's moan vibrate against her pussy, let out a moan of her own, her hips bucking slightly. Edward, with a firm grip on Karen's hips, began to thrust into her, his pace slow and steady. Karen, matching his rhythm, leaned down and resumed licking Lucy's pussy, her tongue flicking against her clit, making Lucy moan louder. Edward watched, his eyes gleaming with lust, as Karen ate out Lucy while he fucked her from behind. The sight of Karen's ass bouncing with each thrust, her tongue buried in Lucy's pussy, was driving him wild. He gripped her hips harder, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more forceful.
As he felt her tighten around him, he looked down at her, her face contorted in pleasure, and suddenly, it hit him. This was Karen, his wife, the woman he had loved and lost. And now, here she was, her body responding to his with a fervor he hadn't seen in years. He slowed his thrusts, his hands moving from her hips to her face, cupping her cheeks, turning her head so she was looking at him. "Karen," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "It's really you, isn't it?" She looked at him, her eyes filled with surprise and confusion. "Of course it's me, Master," she replied, her voice soft. "But...but you're different," he stammered, his eyes searching hers. "You're younger, more...responsive." She smiled, a hint of mischief in her eyes.
"I've been modified, you could say. But enough about me, let's focus on you, shall we?" She leaned down, her tongue flicking against Lucy's clit, making her gasp. Lucy's body tensed, her hips bucking slightly as waves of pleasure coursed through her. She could feel her orgasm building, her breath coming in short gasps. Edward, watching the scene unfold, gripped Karen's hips harder, his thrusts becoming more urgent. The sight of Lucy's pleasure, the feel of Karen's tight pussy around his cock, was pushing him closer to the edge. He leaned forward, his hands moving to Karen's breasts, tweaking her nipples, making her moan. The vibrations of her moan against Lucy's pussy sent Lucy over the edge. She cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her with full force.
Her pussy clenched around Edward's cock, pulsing with her release, her juices coating him.Edward groaned, feeling Karen's orgasm around his cock. He couldn't hold back any longer. With a final thrust, he came, his hot seed filling Karen's pussy. They both collapsed onto the bed, panting and spent."Edward," Karen whispered, turning to face him, her eyes filled with a newfound emotion. "I...I think I'm falling in love with you again."Edward was taken aback, his heart pounding in his chest. "Karen, I...I don't know what to say," he stammered, his eyes searching hers. "I never stopped loving you," he confessed, his voice filled with sincerity. "But what about your me, Master?" Lucy asked, her voice soft, breaking the moment. Karen's face fell, her eyes clouding over.
"What about me, Master?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. Edward looked at her, then at Lucy, his expression softening. "Karen, listen to me," he said, his voice gentle yet firm. "I do love you, deeply. But I also care for Lucy, very much. She has been an amazing doll slave, the best I could have asked for. She has brought me immense pleasure and I am grateful for her service." He turned to Lucy, taking her hand in his. "Lucy, you know that I love you too, in a different way. You have been my perfect doll, my companion, my lover. I would never want to hurt you or replace you with anyone else." He looked back at Karen, his eyes filled with sincerity. "Karen, I want you back in my life, but I also want Lucy. I don't want to choose between you two."
"You don't have to, Master," said Karen, "you could buy me and then Lucy and I would both be your slaves . But I warn you that Victor will charge a high price for me, I'm very popular with clients here at the club."
Karen's words echoed in Edward's mind as he lay sandwiched between her and Lucy, their bodies still tingling from their shared climax. How could he afford to buy Karen from Victor? His mind raced with calculations, his heart aching at the thought of losing her again. He knew he had to find a way, no matter the cost. As Edward pondered the financial implications of purchasing Karen, Lucy stirred beside him, her voice soft and curious. "What are you thinking about, Master?" she asked, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. Edward hesitated, not wanting to upset either of them with his thoughts. "I was just thinking about how much I enjoy having both of you here with me," he said, skirting around the truth. Lucy smiled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "We enjoy being here with you too, Master," she said, her voice low and sultry.
Meanwhile Richard and Anna had finished their dinner and Marcy cleared away their plates. They noticed the several of the other guests had started making their way to the private rooms with their doll slaves.
Anna, her eyes gleaming with excitement, leaned over to Richard and whispered, "Why don't we take Marcy with us to a private room for a sexy time?" The suggestion sent a jolt of desire through Richard, his cock twitching in his pants. He looked at Marcy, who was clearing away their plates, her full lips pursed in concentration. The thought of having her all to himself, of being able to do whatever he wanted with her, sent a wave of excitement coursing through him. zystic. "Marcy, come here," Richard commanded, his voice firm and unyielding. Marcy, her eyes flicking nervously between Richard and Anna, approached them, her steps hesitant. "What do you desire, Master?" she asked, her voice soft and submissive.
Richard and Anna exchanged a glance, a wicked gleam in their eyes. "Why don't you join us in a private room, Marcy?" Anna suggested, her voice low and sultry. Marcy's eyes widened in surprise, her breath hitching as she looked between the two of them. "Us, Mistress?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, us," Richard confirmed, his voice firm and commanding. "We want to show you a good time, Marcy. If you're up for it, that is." Marcy hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking nervously between the two of them. She had never been with two people at once before, but the thought of pleasing them, of being their plaything, sent a wave of excitement coursing through her. "Yes, Master," she said, her voice filled with determination.
Marcy led Richard and Anna through the crowded club, her eyes scanning the room for an empty private room. She found one and led them inside, closing the door behind them. The room was dimly lit, with a large four-poster bed in the center, surrounded by plush pillows and soft blankets. A small table with a bottle of champagne and three glasses sat in the corner. Marcy turned to face Richard and Anna, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "What would you like me to do, Master?" "Strip for us, Marcy," Anna commanded, her voice low and sultry. Richard watched, his eyes gleaming with lust, as Marcy began to slowly undress, her movements deliberate and sensual. She started with her dress, unzipping it and letting it fall to the floor, revealing her curves in a lacy black bra and thong.
But before she could continue, Richard stood up, his eyes never leaving hers. "Wait," he said, his voice firm. "Anna and I will join you." With that, he began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his toned chest. Anna, not to be outdone, started to unzip her dress, letting it slip off her shoulders and fall to the ground, leaving her in a matching black lace set. Marcy watched, her eyes wide with surprise and desire, as the two of them undressed, their bodies soon bare and ready. "Come here, Marcy," Richard said, his voice low and commanding. She hesitated for a moment before walking towards them, her heart pounding in her chest. Once she was within reach, Richard grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the bed with them, making her giggle nervously. "Join us, Marcy," Anna said, her voice sultry as she reached out to stroke Marcy's cheek.
Marcy hesitated for a moment before climbing onto the bed, her heart pounding in her chest. Richard lay back, his eyes never leaving hers, and Marcy straddled him, her pussy hovering just above his cock. "Like this, Master?" she asked, her voice breathless. "Not quite," Richard replied, his voice low and commanding. "Turn around, Marcy. I want you to ride me reverse cowgirl style." Marcy's eyes widened in surprise, but she complied, turning around and lowering herself onto Richard's cock, her back facing him. She let out a moan as she felt him fill her, her fingers digging into his thighs for support. Anna, watching the scene unfold, couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. She wanted to be the one riding Richard, to feel him inside her. But she pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on pleasing her Master.
Anna knelt between Richard's legs, her eyes locked onto Marcy's. "Lean forward, Marcy," she commanded, her voice low and sultry. Marcy, her eyes wide with surprise, leaned forward, her hands braced on Richard's thighs. Anna reached out, her hands cupping Marcy's naked breasts, fondling them gently. Marcy moaned, her head falling back, her eyes fluttering closed as Anna's thumbs brushed against her hardened nipples. Anna leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste Marcy's skin, her lips trailing kisses up her neck, her jaw, her cheek, until she reached her mouth. She captured Marcy's lips in a passionate kiss, her tongue delving into her mouth, exploring, tasting. Marcy moaned, her body melting into Anna's touch, her hips grinding against Richard's cock, making him groan. Suddenly, Anna broke the kiss, her hands gripping Marcy's hair, pulling her head down. "Lick my pussy, Marcy," she commanded, her voice firm and unyielding. Marcy's eyes widened in surprise, but she complied, her tongue flicking out to taste Anna's hot, wet flesh. Anna let out a moan, her fingers tangling in Marcy's hair, pulling her closer, encouraging her to lick deeper, harder. Richard watched, his eyes gleaming with lust, as Marcy ate out Anna, her tongue flicking against her clit, making her moan louder. Feeling Marcy's excitement, he gripped her hips, lifting her slightly, before slamming her down onto his cock, making her gasp. "Fuck, yes," he groaned, his hips lifting to meet hers, his pace quickening. Anna, feeling her orgasm building, looked down at Marcy, her eyes filled with desire.
"Marcy, keep licking me just like that," she panted, her fingers tangling in Marcy's hair, guiding her movements. Marcy, eager to please, continued to lap at Anna's pussy, her tongue flicking against her clit, making her moan louder. Meanwhile, Richard, feeling the tightness of Marcy's pussy around his cock, gripped her hips and began to thrust upwards, meeting her movements. "Fuck, yes," he groaned, his pace quickening. "Take my cock, Marcy. Show me how much you love it." Marcy, her own pleasure building, moaned against Anna's pussy, her tongue never stopping its rhythmic dance. She braced her hands on Richard's thighs, using them for leverage as she pumped up and down on his cock, taking him deeper with each thrust.
Anna, feeling her own orgasm building, reached down and started rubbing her clit in time with Marcy's licks. "Oh god, Marcy, yes, just like that," she panted, her voice growing louder as her pleasure increased. Richard, feeling the tightness of Marcy's pussy around his cock and hearing the moans of the two women, knew he wasn't going to last much longer. "Fuck, I'm close," he grunted, his grip on Marcy's hips tightening. Marcy, hearing this, redoubled her efforts, her tongue flicking faster against Anna's clit. Anna, feeling her orgasm approaching, let out a loud moan. "I'm coming, Marcy, yes, like that, yes!" she cried, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.