Bought (His For A Week)

“We kissed, nothing more because I knew I wasn’t gay. I didn’t want to lead her on.”

“Have you thought about kissing a woman since then?”

“I’ve seen a few porn videos of woman making out.”

“And did they turn you on?”

She wasn’t sure why she was being so candid with him. Maybe she wanted the safety of their conversation.

“It’s okay to admit that you were turned on,” he said. “Men and women are conditioned to the sexualization of women. And the sight of women together is beautiful. Who better to worship a woman’s asset than another woman?”

It was a rhetorical question, so she didn’t answer. Ben threaded his fingers through her right hand, his touch always warm and firm. With their fingers entwined, he brought her hand to the base of her pelvis and smoothed the curls there.

“Now go down on her,” Jake ordered Claire.

Claire balked, scrunching up her nose. But Ryan willingly lay down and spread her legs.

“Come on now. Don’t keep me waiting.”

Claire lowered her body, settling her shoulders between Ryan’s thighs.

“Get a good whiff of her snatch. How does it smell?”

“Umm...okay,” responded Claire.

Ben pushed one of her fingers between her folds to stroke her clitoris. The memory of last night slammed into her. They sat a little ways from the rest of the group, but she wasn’t comfortable being aroused in front of everyone. Not that anyone was paying attention to her. Jake was busy directing Claire. Lisa and Jason were making out again. Derek had pulled his erection from his swim trunks and was giving himself a hand job.

“Play with yourself,” Ben said. “Get that clit nice and big.”

Together, they stroked her sensitive nub of flesh before he disengaged his fingers from hers. She stopped.

“Keep going,” he urged, “or I’ll make you take Claire’s place.”

Her breath hitched. Would he really make her do that? She had a safety word, which he’d said he would honor. But rather than testing him, she resumed stroking herself on her own.

“That’s a good pet.”

She could feel his hardness pressing against her backside. Lisa was making all kinds of noises, gasps and little high-pitched cries. Now Ryan joined in with her moans. Derek jerked himself faster.

Ben entwined his fingers with her free hand and brought it to her breast, compelling her to feel herself up.

“Would you rather be Claire or Ryan at this moment?” he asked.

“Ryan.”

“Why?”

“Because she looks like she’s enjoying herself.”

“You sure you wouldn’t want to be Claire? Being made to do something you’ve never done before, maybe something you think is wrong and embarrassing, and because it’s wrong and embarrassing, it’s fucking erotic?”

Kimani swallowed with difficulty. “I’m not so sure Claire thinks of it that way.”

“What would you think? How would you feel if you were the one licking another woman’s pussy? Do you have a secret desire to try it? What if I made you do it, and punished you if you didn’t?”

Did he want answers or was he just provoking her?

“Imagine it.”