“What’re you thinking about?”
I sigh. “Just how boring I am compared to you. And it’s hard to reconcile the fact that you’re attracted to men and okay with them fucking me during a scene, yet you’re okay with me not being attracted to women and not wanting them in our scene.”
With a good-natured chuckle, he pulls out of my arms and turns to face me.
“Sunshine, you not being attracted to women isn’t the reason you don’t want them in the scene. You don’t want me to fuck other women because you’re jealous.”
My mouth drops open. I don’t know what to say to him when he’s clearly got me all figured out.
“It’s okay that you feel that way. You’re an only child. It’s in your nature!”
That earns him a splash, and we play for another minute before he continues in a more serious tone.
“You really don’t have to feel guilty for your feelings. Just trust me enough to believe me when I say that if I felt stifled, or like I was getting the bad end of the deal, I would let you know. But there’s no scenario that you get pleasured and I don’t enjoy it, sweet girl. Getting to see different angles of you being spread around cock is going to be mesmerizing.”
In, two, three, four…
We didn’t say much after that, and now I’m stretching, literally stretching to make sure I’m limbered up for a gangbang. Or a train? I don’t know if there will be more than one at once or if we’re just doing the quantity over a set period. I give up on my breathing and my timer goes off to alert me to go get ready. Reminding myself it’s Sasha’s responsibility that today goes well, not mine, I head to the shower.
“Alright, my darlings. It’s a closed set for the entire scene today. I know we had our meeting to discuss things, but I just want to confirm before we begin. Sasha, you read over your Henry dirty talk list, right?”
Sasha nods, and Blanche looks delighted. She mentioned that while she was pleased with our last scene, we have so much chemistry that sometimes Sasha/Lucy takes over and Henry/Blanche is less apparent. We decided as a group to include more specific dirty talk for this next scene, and I think the fact that wefinally crossedthatline in our off-screen relationship will help us keep in character when we film.
“Wonderful. Now I know this is a…very intense scene. I know we discussed it, but I was fully consenting at the time and had a great experience. Lucy, if at any point you want to stop, you have your safe word. All participants have been thoroughly vetted by me via Rendezvous’s background check system, and everyone is clean. Though there will be dialogue to the contrary based on how things actually happened back then, today everyone except Sasha will wear a condom for penetration at all times. I want full immersion into Henry and Blanche for this scene. Nothing else will do! Any further questions?”
We say no, and before I know it, we’re through hair and makeup, dressed to the nines in black-tie attire.
“Action!”
Music plays in the background, and waitstaff mill about the ballroom, carrying trays of champagne and hors-d'oeuvres. Tonight is Henry’s annual benefit for his company, and all of his most important investors are here to support him. New friends he’s met doing business join old friends from his university days for a mix of people from different backgrounds and with different interests. I’ve already met a few men who were on his college football team, as well as board members from various powerful companies that the Sinclair Corporation does business with.
I noted when we came in that there were very few wives or significant others here tonight. Henry demurred when I asked, mumbling about women thinking the event was boring. There aresomewomen here, and a few couples I suspect are gay, but overall, it seems to be a room full of the testosterone that rich men in the prime of their life exude.
Finally, the event concludes, and I thank everyone for coming as they leave the ballroom. I wander back into the house to findHenry in the smoking room, holding court with around fifteen men. Jackets have been discarded and bow ties undone, and cigar smoke fills the air. He gives me a broad smile and a wink when he spots me, which I return.Game on.
Pulling me into his chest for a brief, hot kiss, he turns so that I’m pressed back against him, facing the circle of his friends.
“Mrs. Sinclair wanted to come thank you all personally for joining us tonight, boys. It means so much that you’ve all supported Sinclair interests all these years,” Henry says, his hands tight around the waist of the evening gown I’m sewn into. Satin, with an A-line waist and spaghetti straps struggling to contain my breasts, it hides nothing of the shape of my body. More than one of the men in the ballroom tonight eyed me, and now that Henry’s inner circle are the only men remaining, all pretense has been dropped. Everyone in the room is eyeing me hungrily, as if they didn’t eat anything at dinner earlier, and I’m now the main course.
“Yes, it means so much to Henry and I that you’re here tonight,” I say. Henry slowly brings his hands from my waist to my shoulders, snapping each of my spaghetti straps at the seam and gently trailing his fingers across my decolletage. “We know how far some of you traveled.”
Henry slowly pulls my breasts out of my dress one at a time, palming them once they’re free and idly playing with my nipples.It’s a good thing I’m completely bare under my dress tonight.I can see men shifting, growing hard at the scene before them.
“Blanche tells me all the time that she wants to know more about my past and meet more of my friends. I figured that having you all here tonight would be the best way toget to know each other better.”
He must give a nod to his best friend James, who approaches me and replaces Henry’s hands on my breasts with his own. He pinches and pulls my nipples, and I rock back into Henry’s hardlength behind me. Henry takes his chance to pull up my skirt and dip his fingers in my center, finding me dripping already with need. A dark chuckle is his only response, and he rucks my skirt up farther, gathering it in one hand before I feel him step to the side.
Another tall, strong body takes his place behind me, calloused hands trailing up and down my sides before rounding my ass and making their way to my center.
James is making small talk, asking me about renovations to our estate as he continues to knead my breasts, toying with them as if I was truly his plaything. The man behind me kicks my legs apart for better access to my core, and I can’t help the breathlessness in my voice.
“Yes, the work has been expensive. Recovering some of the staff wing into more family space, modernizing bathrooms, and…ah!” Three long fingers are plunged into me, the sudden stretch a pleasure-pain that has me almost coming already. James’s eyes darken predatorially, and he moves one hand from a breast to my throat. Squeezing slightly, he continues our conversation as if nothing is happening. Meanwhile, there are more hands on my thighs and center, two new men having taken their places behind me. I can see throughout the room that others are in various states of undress, with some men pleasuring each other as they watch me.
“I just undertook a massive renovation at my home as well,” James says, pupils dilating as he alternates between allowing me to breathe and cutting off my air supply. “The bathrooms were a love/hate project for me. I enjoyed choosing finishes, but the construction was hard to bear.”
A tear escapes as I feel a lubed finger enter my ass, toying with whoever's fingers are in my pussy and making me clench to try to avoid my first release of the evening.
“Yes, we took a trip to Italy for the marble throughout the house. It was divine,” I rasp out as James gives me a sinister grin.
