LASHES & LIPS 2 - extract

 

It was an odd gathering. One might have expected all men. The clichéd vision of a group of men mauling, pawing and dribbling over a young latex clad girl was one from the archives. Somehow, in Deena's mind, she would have been able to cope better with that. But with the women there as well - the partners of the men. Looking at her, studying her as she was mauled and generally abused as she served made for a degrading experience for her. She might have thought that other women would have made the men less savage in their blatant sexual abuse. Even defended her or protected her to an extent. But that wasn't the case. These were all like-minded people, male and female and that made it hard for Deena to cope with. Hard yes but something that she had to do. If she wanted the egg back, if she wanted to please and impress Akira, and she did, then she would have to cope and she would have to be the perfect slut for this group. She would have to impress Akira like she had never been impressed before. Deena knew that.

Once Deena had served the food, she was sitting on the lap of one man. He must been the oldest of the group. But he had patted his lap and she had been obliged to sit. All spread legs, and lips, and lashes. And he might have been the oldest, even elderly, and yet his hands were like lightning between her legs. Her eyes opened wide as she felt not one, not two, but three fingers slip up inside her dripping cunt. And she pressed her own deep red lips together and she rolled them in as this man moved those fingers inside of her. She touched the corner of her mouth with her tongue as she felt this man's fingers moving and scooping inside of her. He was exploring her sexuality with his fingers but at the same time he was scooping up the thickest dregs of her juices from deep inside. He kept his fingers inside her for some time as he did that. And Deena squeezed. She squeezed and squeezed those fingers. And while she did get 'some' pleasure, it was that dumbed down pleasure that couldn't anywhere near match the intensity of the egg when it was inside her.

And then the man took his fingers out of her and he held them dripping and slippery to her mouth and she was obliged to suck those fingers clean. Akira watched as she did that. She watched how much Deena was putting in to it. A lesser girl would have been overwhelmed by this occasion. But for some reason Deena knew what to do. She knew how to please this man on whose lap she was sitting with her long legs spread and she knew how to please Akira. For some reason a lot of what she might have had to be 'trained' for, was coming naturally to her and Akira smiled. She liked it when she didn't have to go through the mundane basic training. She liked it when she could focus on the more advanced stuff. If she didn't have to deal with that basic training then she could put her all into the advanced sadistic practices she had in mind for Deena.

It could be said that Deena sucked and licked those old knuckly fingers clean with an eagerness. That eagerness certainly came through to the guests at this little dinner party. The way she wrapped her mouth around each one of those fingers and sucked and cleaned them. A younger woman, probably in her late twenties commented, "This creature is certainly devoid of any decency, isn't it? I do hope it takes to being my toilet equally as well." The comment wasn't for anyone in particular it was for everyone. Although this young woman did look directly at Deena when she was saying it. Deena was still sucking, but she held the eyes of the other girl. And at the same time she was getting another little bit of a shock to her core. The girl had referred to her as 'it'. That had never happened before. That had never happened at all. Even with the level of mind melt that Deena had been subjected to, the 'it' comment, the referring to her as it, was cutting deep. Her immediate thought was that she was not an 'it', but that she was a human being. But then as the comment sunk in, and the longer she thought about it, maybe it was right. She was an it. She wasn't the same as other girls and women at all, so maybe it was right she was an it.