Opulent Obsession – Breaking Belles

“You,” a deep voice called out. Looking up, a jolt went through me when I realized the Elder from the sidelines was gesturing to me. “What are you doing just standing there? Get to pleasuring the devil’s cock. Tempt him so he might be trapped by his own vanity. There’s nothing he loves more than beautiful women worshipping a likeness of his most tempting asset.”

There were chuckles from some of the other men, but when I caught Rafe’s imploring eyes. I wasn’t sure if he was imploring me to get started masturbating so the Elders wouldn’t take more of an interest in me like they had the two other women or imploring me to run away from the madness altogether. I held my head higher and walked to the center of the floor where there was an empty settee.

I lay back and spread my legs.

You can do this, Fallon Perry. And I couldn’t fake it, either. I was terrible at faking orgasms, and they’d immediately be able to tell. No, I’d have to really get there.

But how to do that with a roomful of men watching on? Much less the mirrors above and on all sides that reflected me back to myself.

“No closing your eyes!” an Elder snapped, followed up by the smack of a cane against flesh, no doubt to reinforce his statement. “You have to look the devil in the eyes to truly tempt his presence in this gathering.”

Were these guys fucking nuts? I wasn’t that religious, but it seemed to me like tempting the devil at all, much less trying to trap him, even if it was a sex game, seemed like playing with fire.

But I couldn’t waste any more time on silly questions or thoughts like that.

I put the head of the glass dildo to the lips of my pussy. Yeouch! It was cold! I flinched but then went with it, allowing the shudder to work its way through my body.

This was a show after all. Might as well work with everything I had.

I was barely wet, and there was no way the bulbous head was making it inside my narrow channel without some warm-up. The question was, how much time would they allow me before they expected me to be moaning and creaming over the damn thing?

Probably not long.

That’s right, Fallon. Be their whore. Put on a show. Just like mommy dearest probably did countless times.

How many cocks did she suck for the great privilege of continuing to be invited back to parties like this? How many of them did she fuck?

Shit, thinking about my mother was not helping me get off.

I tried to clear my head. Think about sexy things. Sexy thoughts, sexy thoughts. I looked around. There were literally a hundred reflected images of naked, writhing bodies. You’d think that some sexual fantasy would be easy to come by.

But I saw my mother in every woman’s face… except…

Except when I looked in the mirror hung right above me.

It reflected me and me alone.

And I didn’t have many of my mother’s features. I’d always known I likely looked more like my mysterious father, whoever he was. In this moment, though, I was grateful for Mr. Mysterious Sperm Donator, because as I watched myself with the dildo probing at my own sex, I finally started to sprout moisture down there.

Fuck, it was… hot to see myself like this.

I’d never watched myself masturbate before.

Whenever I did it, it was usually before bed or in the morning, underneath the covers, a little furtively, eyes clenched shut.

But now… well, I wasn’t allowed any of those creature comforts.

Eyes open, completely bared, and all but forced to look at myself getting off… which was ironically helping me get off.

I bit my bottom lip. Could Rafe see me? Did he like what he saw? Did he wish it was his hard cock instead of this cold dildo teasing at my lips, then slowly surging forward.

I gasped at the intrusion of the glass but didn’t stop.

There was no giving up or tapping out during an Oleander Manor Trial. You were in it to win it and in until the bitter end or it was all worth nothing.

And I did not plan on leaving here empty handed, no siree.

So, I watched myself, naked, a kaleidoscope of bodies writhing around me in the periphery mirrors, and my body slickened. The huge dildo slipped in a little further and I arched to meet it, unable to help the gasp that slipped out of my mouth.

Above me, the woman’s forehead in the reflection crinkled in confused pleasure. It was me, both experiencing the moment and feeling apart from it. Even as pleasure zinged between my cunt and my belly.

Holy shit, was this actually getting me off? Jesus, I wasn’t perverted like this!

But hearing another smack of a cane against an ass and a corresponding woman’s yelp, I started to fuck myself even more fervently with the dildo, working it a little further in each time.