Tell Me What You Want

  “I just said I’m not interested in what’s talked about in the women’s bathroom.”

  His frigid response leaves me mute. He’s cut off all possibility of discussing the subject, just like he always does when something personal comes up. In the end, what I want is to have a good time, so I press up against him.

  “I really don’t like how some of the women are looking at you.”

  He takes a drink and turns back to me.

  “Have you noticed how the men are looking at you?” I nod. “The difference between them is the women want me to undress them, and the men want to undress you. The women want me to give them pleasure, and the men want to give it to you. Don’t you think I should be considerably more bothered?”

  I blush. He squeezes up tighter against me.

  “Remember, Jude, your pleasure is my pleasure, and today my only pleasure is you. I only want to undress and . . .”

  “Shut up.”

  Surprised, he furrows his brow.

  “You’re getting me hot.”

  He bursts out laughing, which relaxes me. He draws me to him.

  “That’s what I want, little girl. I want you to get excited.”

  Suddenly, the band begins to play a rather suggestive song. Eric grabs me by the waist and invites me to dance. We look at each other as we do. There’s no need to talk. His gaze alone tells me how much he wants me. Afterward, he takes my hand and leads me down a long hallway. A door opens, and a man pops out.

  “Eric, man, it’s so good to see you!” he says.

  They shake hands.

  “Same, my friend,” Eric replies. “I didn’t think I’d see you here.”

  “I’m on vacation in Cádiz,” he says, looking me over rather obviously. “Besides, you know I never miss one of Maggie and Alfred’s parties . . . They’re extraordinary!”

  “Judith, let me introduce you to a good friend of mine, Björn. Björn, this is Judith, my girl.”

  He just said I’m his girl!

  I smile and give Björn two kisses.

  “Lovely to meet you,” he says; then as we separate, he adds, “Mmm . . . you have such soft skin.”

  I bow my head like a fool.

  “All of her is soft and exquisite,” Eric says.

  I shrink as I sense the two exchanging looks. Is he offering me? An instant later, Björn opens the door to the room he’s just come from.

  “Shall we go inside?”

  Eric holds on to me as he nods.

  We go into the spacious room, which is illuminated by a single red light. Björn closes the door, and I see we’re not alone. There are other couples in some of the many beds in the room. I’m a little nervous. I know why we’re here, but I’m still anxious. Björn goes up to a small bar and pours three glasses of champagne.

  “What would you think if I asked Björn to play with us? I know you’d prefer him to a woman.”

  Björn is dark and attractive. I would have undoubtedly noticed him if I’d met him at any other time in my life. Eric is waiting for an answer.

  “OK.”

  “Is it all right with you if I offer you to him?”

  My stomach tightens, but I’m also aroused. “Yes,” I say in a thin voice.

  “Perfect,” says Eric. His eyes are sparkling.

  Two seconds later, Björn brings us champagne.

  They talk in German and try to involve me in the conversation. But I’m anxious and even more so when Björn leans down to kiss me on the lips. Before he can get very far, Eric stops him.

  “Her mouth and her kisses are mine alone,” he says.

  My heart beats when I hear him: his voice sounds possessive. Björn agrees. He’s not bothered by what Eric just said.

  “Maybe we can all sit down, no? I think we’ll be more comfortable.”

  Eric takes me by the arm and sits me on a couch. As I take a sip from my drink, they each take up positions on either side of me. I’m very nervous. I feel like prey between two predators. All around us, others are playing. Their whimpers echo in the room, and I can’t take my eyes off them. What they’re doing is slowly inciting me, getting me worked up, and even more so when Eric brings his mouth to my ear and sucks on my lobe.

  “Excited?”

  I tell him yes, and then Björn puts a hand on my knee. It begins to climb up my leg.

  “Eric is right—you’re very soft.”

  Just then, the door opens. Two women and a man step in, and after checking us out, they take up residence on the other side of the room. Without any sort of preamble, one of the women sits on one of the couches in the back and lifts her dress while the other woman immediately puts her mouth on her sex as the man watches.

  “Ah, the party’s getting hot,” Björn says with a grin.

  “Jude . . . take your panties off,” Eric says in a neutral voice.

  When I hear that, I’m so turned on by everything happening around me that I don’t question it. I get up and, in two quick moves, comply with his request. Eric takes my panties from my hands and stuffs them in his jacket.

  “Open your legs, baby,” he instructs.

  I do as he says. Björn begins to touch me. He starts at my knee again, but this time, his journey is slow and progressive. He comes up to my inner thighs, and his fingers graze my vagina.

  “I love how wet you are,” he says. “That tells me we’re going to have a very good time, beautiful.”

  He slides one finger, then two, inside me. I lean back on the couch and moan. Eric brings his mouth to me and kisses me while this other man probes my body.

  “Like that, love . . . I want you to enjoy yourself for me.”

  Björn continues, and I soon realize my sex is drenched. Experiencing his touch while Eric kisses me is going to drive me insane.

  “Do you like it, sweetness?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you want more?”

  “Yes.”

  “What more do you want, gorgeous?” Björn asks.

  “Jude,” adds Eric, “tell Björn what you want.”

  I’m red as a sun, burning. Mercifully, the red light in the room provides my cover. My mouth is dry, and I can’t talk.

  “If you won’t say, we won’t do anything.”

  “I want . . . I want you to do as you like.”

  “Mmm . . . are you open to everything?” murmurs Björn. “How about a double penetration?”

  “No, for the moment, we’ll only use her vagina,” Eric says to clarify, and Björn accepts.

  My senses awakened, my legs wide open, I breathe deeply when Eric lies down beside me.

  “Get up and turn around, Jude.”

  I do as he says, and an instant later, I feel him undoing the zipper of my sequined dress, which falls to the floor in a pool around my feet. I’m completely nude before Björn, and my breasts rise and fall fitfully. Eric kisses my neck.

  “Offer him your breasts.”

  I step up, and Björn touches my breasts and imbibes from them. First one and then the other. Eric is behind me, and he pushes me with care so that I literally fall on Björn’s face. Björn grabs my breasts, brings them together, and sticks both nipples at once in his mouth. Eric rubs my ass and gives me a little lash. Then he slips his hand to my wet slit and inserts a finger inside me.

  Heat engulfs my body, and I begin to burn. These two touch me however they want, and I love it. When I think I’m going to explode, I realize Eric has stopped touching me and is now situated behind the couch.

  “Jude . . . climb onto the couch.”

  I’m obedient and do what he says.

  “Now I want you to offer the most intimate part of you to Björn and let him taste it.”

  Björn rests his head on the back of the couch. With one leg on either side of his shoulders, I move so he can grab me greedily around the thighs and bring me down to him. My vagina is resting completely on his mouth, and he begins to pleasure the most intimate part of me. His mouth flies from one side to the other.

  Er
ic is in front of me, watching. I can see yearning in his shiny gaze, and that turns me on even more. He’s loving what he sees; his breathing has become irregular. Finally, he steps up to the couch, brings me to him, kissing me while Björn continues his pillaging. Björn slides a finger inside and, while his tongue loops my clit, begins to pump in and out of me.

  The heat is rising and rising inside me. I feel like some delicious toy in the hands of these men. I love what they’re doing to me.

  “You’re my pleasure . . . Give me more, sweetness.”

  I let loose with a devastating cry as I come on Björn’s mouth.

  My sex is pulsating. It’s trying to absorb Björn’s finger. “Just like that, beautiful. Scream your heart out and come for us.”

  At that moment, a woman settles in to watch us. I recognize her. It’s Marisa de la Rosa! She watches for several minutes while I continue to skim Björn’s mouth and he continues to pump his finger in and out of me, making me moan over and over. Worked up because of what I’m doing, Marisa lies down on a nearby easy chair and begins her own game.

  Just then, Eric signals for Björn to stop and picks up my dress. He has me come down off the couch, and the three of us walk toward a door in the back of the room. My heart is hammering as I walk naked between the two of them; my sex pulses. As we walk, I notice several others who scream with pleasure from their games. When we get to the door, Eric stops.

  We enter a smaller room with a bed and a couch. I’m more excited by the minute. Eric leaves my dress on the bed and sits on the couch. He calls me over, turns me around, and sits me on his lap. He opens my legs, bends them, and offers me. Without a word, Björn kneels, gets comfortable between my legs, and commences his attack.

  “Just like that, Jude . . . In our intimacy, I want you to be available to me always. I’m your master and you, my master. Only I can make an offering of you. Only I can open your legs for others. Only I . . .” Eric said.

  “Yes . . . Only you. Play with me,” I whisper.

  I realize that what I’m saying is pure madness, but it’s what I want. I want him to offer me. I want to submit to what he asks. I want everything.

  “You’re driving me mad, love. Oh . . . God . . . ! I love to feel that you’re mine in every sense. I want you to love this. I want you to explore and be explored. I want to fuck you, and I want you to be fucked. I want so much from you, love, that you scare me.”

  His words make me gasp and twist. I feel Eric’s erection against my ass while this other man—the only thing I know about him is that his name is Björn—sweeps my sex with his tongue.

  My orgasm is knocking at the door.

  “Do you want more?” asks Eric.

  “Yes . . . oh yes . . .”

  On hearing my response, Eric gets up. Björn and I do likewise. Eric takes me by the hand and sits me on the bed. He talks to Björn, then to me.

  “I’m about to make your fantasies come true, love.”

  They’re now completely nude before me, and I get a look at their potent and alert penises. Eric stays put when Björn comes back to me.

  “Lie down on the bed and open your legs, beautiful.”

  I look over at Eric; he nods, and I do it. Naked, my nipples hard, I lie in the very center of the bed, look up, and discover the ceiling is covered with mirrors.

  Like a Nordic god, Eric climbs onto the bed and brings his mouth to mine.

  “Tell me what you want.”

  I’m confused and overstimulated. He kisses me, and I shudder when his hands fly over my nipples. Björn watches, and that increases my stimulation. Then I remember something Eric likes.

  “I want Björn to fuck me while you offer me, kiss me, and watch. I know you’ll enjoy doing it. And once he comes, I want you to fuck me like you know I like.”

  As I speak, I see Eric’s face is illuminated. His eyes sparkle. I am now totally incorporated in his game, and he knows it. Eric gives me a final lustful kiss before getting up off the bed.

  “Fuck her,” he tells Björn.

  “It will be my pleasure, my friend,” whispers Björn, smiling.

  I can see the desire in his face, and his full penis reflects how much he wants to do this. He climbs onto the bed and gets on top of me. I feel his heavy penis rest on my belly. When he leans down, he stretches my arms and takes one of my breasts in his mouth. I keep my eyes on Eric. For several minutes, I feel Björn suction my nipples as he gropes my ass, all of it under the attentive gaze of my master. Björn squeezes my ass cheeks with his hands, and I like that. Then he goes down my legs and, without ceremony, grabs them and positions them on his shoulder until my sex is right in front of him.

  With my eyes wide open, I stare at the mirrors on the ceiling. I’m naked in a room with two men, and my legs are spread apart for a stranger who is going to fuck me. And the best part is, Eric is by my side, watching. This galvanizes the experience for me, an experience I so want to enjoy. For several seconds, Björn doesn’t do anything, and then he sinks two fingers inside me.

  “You’re soaked, and your cunt is driving me crazy.”

  Suddenly his mouth is on me again, and Eric is beside me.

  “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” Eric whispers.

  “Yes.”

  “Come on, love, open so he can really eat you up, and come so he can taste you right. Afterward, I’m going to fuck you like I’ve been wanting to do for hours.”

  On other occasions, that kind of crude language would have turned me off. But now, all of a sudden, in this situation, I like it. It only feeds the fire. It flusters me.

  Björn grabs me by the ass so he can take me completely in his mouth. He loves it, he relishes me, he’s so into it, and I’m so winded. I moan and swivel. His tongue waltzes all over my sex again and again and again, and then Eric grabs my hands and pulls them above my head. I can’t help but be confronted by his hard and ardent sex. Not giving me a chance to catch my breath, Björn reaches my swollen clit. It’s enormous, on high alert. I feel when he sinks his teeth into it and pulls. I scream to high heaven. I try to wrench myself off him. I want more.

  I look at Eric, and I look at Eric’s penis again. He guesses my intentions, and when I gasp, he leans and puts his penis on my mouth. I want to bring him in. I suck on it, but Eric quickly yanks it away. “No, sweetness,” he says, leaning in again. “If I let you do what you want, I’m not going to be able to stop.”

  My sex clenches, and then Björn lowers my legs. I see him roll on a condom.

  “I’m going to fuck you, beautiful. I’m going to fuck you in front of your man, and he is going to hold you open for me so you don’t move.”

  I scream. I’m suffocating.

  Eric’s eyes are a constellation. He loves to see this kind of thing. He likes having me like this. Eric leans down and opens the folds of my sex with his hands. Björn pulls me up by the thighs, positions his penis at the gateway, and little by little, he begins to lift my thighs to bring me toward him. My wet vagina contracts as I feel Eric deliver me to Björn. His hands cover my mound as Björn’s penis disappears completely inside me.

  Oh my God . . . that is a delicious sensation!

  Eric takes his hands from my sex. He reaches for my hands and holds them above my head. In that precise moment, Björn propels his hips, rooting for greater depths, and finds it. Then Eric traps my moans with his mouth. He swallows them. He savors them, and I know they drive him mad.

  Björn continues his solo dance in and out of me. He fucks me like Eric asked him to, and I love it. I open my legs to him and let him penetrate me until my breathing becomes more rapid. I shatter and jerk in their hands.

  Björn releases me. When Björn pulls his penis from me, I see that he and Eric change positions on the bed. Now it’s Eric between my legs and Björn above my head. As my breathing slows down, I see Eric putting on a condom. Then I see him grab some kind of water container that he empties on my sex. The fresh water makes me cry out again.

  “God . . .
I’d fuck you again!” says Björn as he peels off his condom.

  Eric smiles, and as he dries me with a little towel, he looks over at his friend. “You will,” he says.

  I close my eyes. I still can’t believe what I’m doing. When I open them again, I see Eric’s face in front of mine.

  “Kiss me.”

  I open my mouth and kiss him as I feel his silky shaft sliding back and forth between my clitoris and my anus. He’s playing with me. He’s getting me worked up, and I’m frustrated. I’m wet and slippery, and that excites us both. He places a finger inside me; since I’m so pliant, he can put in three at once.

  “Baby . . . you’re so open. You like it, right?”

  “Yes . . . yes . . .”

  I move against his hand. I implore Eric to give me what I want as he continues his game and Björn watches.

  Suddenly, I feel one of his satiny fingers stop at my anus. He is making circles around it, and just as I realize what he’s doing, he slips inside. For just a few seconds, he moves it while I arch my body so he won’t stop, and then I’m aware that Björn’s penis is up and waving again and has fallen on my face.

  My vision becomes foggy, when Eric removes his finger from me; and then the full length of his marvelous penis is inside me in one thrust. I scream. He lies down on top of me, then puts a hand on my head and the other on my ass.

  “God, baby . . . you’re driving me insane. Is this what you want?”

  “Yes.”

  He twitches his hips and buries himself farther inside me, to the point that I think his testicles are following him in. I gasp. His enormous, overstimulated cock is much thicker and longer than Björn’s. My flesh parts to receive him, and that makes me whimper and twist in his arms. Eric kisses me, then barrels inside me. Björn grabs my shoulders so that I won’t move.

  “Yeah, beautiful . . . Go, go . . .”

  Soon I’m screaming again. I grab Eric by the ass and force him to smash up against me once and again. All the while, Björn’s hard, swollen penis is bobbing above my face. I’m about to tell him to stick it in my mouth, when Eric reads my mind.

  “No, look at me.”

  I pay attention and feel when Björn lets go of my shoulders and gets off the bed. Eric focuses his impressive eyes on me and slaps me so that it stings as he continues to stab me with his mighty force. His breathing is hard and inconsistent, but what he’s doing is making me convulse with each new assault. He slaps me again. A fire runs up my body, and I gasp . . .