Elegance Ravished Ch. 3
Keywords: Elegance, 3, Ch., Ravished,
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*Scene 1 – Setting the Stage*
When Michelle returns to the table after having sucked Archer Howard's cock in the powder room and having had him fill her mouth and cover her face with his come, she finds Samantha Howard curled around her husband, wrapped in an intimate embrace. She is kissing him, and her hands are clearly busy beneath the tabletop, on his lap. Many of the other couples around the table are engaged in flirtatious, teasing play as well. The conversation has turned bawdy and risqué, fueled by champagne and the sight of the indiscreet, amorous foreplay around the table.
Master Damien stands and pulls Michelle's chair out for her, acting like a perfect gentleman.
Michelle reseats herself quickly. When she parts the slit in her dress and sits down, she can feel the large wet spot on the chair that she has left there already, cool now, after her absence. With her cunt still slippery-wet with unsatiated desire, Michelle knows that the damp spot on the chair will be enlarged, as well as re-warmed.
Samantha and Archer Howard end their kiss to turn and face Michelle and Damien. Samantha licks her lips and smiles at Michelle, in a sign of acknowledgement. Master Damien squeezes Michelle's thigh to indicate his approval. Then, he excuses himself, and leaves the room, heading in the direction of the powder room.
A moment later, Michelle watches as Samantha Howard winks at her and stands and heads in the same direction. Clearly, a quid pro quo has been negotiated between her Master and Archer Howard. Michelle wonders if Archer is Samantha's Master, as well as her husband, or if they are just a very open couple, who enjoy sharing themselves with others.
After Damien and Samantha are gone, Archer Howard begins a conversation with Michelle by complimenting her on her dress. "You look absolutely stunning in that gown, Michelle. It takes a very poised and confident woman to wear such a daring and sensuous dress. Is this the first time you have worn it?"
"Thank you, Sir," Michelle answers, with a small smile. "Indeed, tonight is the first time I have worn this dress. I only bought it this morning. I wanted something stunning, something that would please … Damien." Michelle had almost said "my Master" before she caught herself. She is still unsure of the company she is in this evening. Even though Archer had just come in her mouth, only minutes before; he is acting like a perfect gentleman who is gently flirting with a new acquaintance. Only his eyes betray the secret that they share.
Then the man who is seated to her left, the one who had been given a private showing of her ass in the living room before dinner, turns to speak to her. "I, too, must compliment you on your attire this evening. You have a lovely body, and you display it in a most uninhibited, and delightfully provocative, way. It is always a special treat to meet a woman who is relaxed and open with her sensuality. Your Damien must be quite proud of you. He definitely enjoys showing you off."
Michelle smiles and nods her head demurely at the man to her left, as she basks in his praise.
The man continues, "My name is Jonathan Powers." He reaches out with his hand as he introduces himself.
Michelle extends her right hand to meet his. "I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Sir."
When Jonathan Powers takes Michelle's hand into his, he lifts her sleekly gloved hand to his lips to kiss the back of her hand. He smiles broadly as his lips touch the fabric of the glove. Michelle can tell that he has detected her scent on the glove
"Yes, indeed, you are a completely captivating woman. Has your evening been enjoyable, so far?"
Michelle nods her head in reply. "I am having a wonderful time. I have met so many interesting people." She glances over at Archer Howard as she speaks. His twinkling eyes and sly smile tell Michelle that he appreciates the oblique reference she made to their interlude in the powder room.
At that moment, Master Damien and Samantha Howard return to the table. They reseat themselves and begin to enjoy the dessert that was awaiting them. Samantha drains her champagne glass, and holds it up to signal a waiter to refill it. "I just love champagne," she announces to Michelle. It is such a wonderful chaser, don't you think, Michelle?"
Michelle arches her eyebrows and looks over at her Master before she replies. He is smiling at her, and at Samantha Howard. "Yes, indeed, it is. A fine champagne is a perfect counterpoint to the taste of a fine, creamy sauce topping on a dessert," Michelle answers with a mirthful laugh.
Michelle wonders whether Samantha Howard has ever made love to a woman. Michelle suspects that she has. Samantha is very much at ease with her sexuality, and that of her husband – or is he her Master? As Michelle gazes across the table at Samantha, she is mentally undressing her, revealing Samantha's beautiful breasts to her lustful eyes, and admiring her succulent, sweet-tasting pussy. Michelle decides that she would lay long odds that Samantha's cunt is clean-shaven, and very experienced – with both men and women.
At that moment, David and Marisa Carter both arise, from opposite ends of the long dining room table; and announce that after dinner drinks will be served on the patio, pool-side. Their guests take this as their cue to rise and end the lingering after-dessert conversations.
When Michelle stands, her Master holds her by the arm, not letting her leave the table. As the other guests depart, headed for the patio, he tells her, "Place your hands flat on the table. Bend over, and spread your legs."
Michelle does as she is ordered. She and Master Damien are alone in the dining room now. He reaches under the slit in her dress to probe at her pussy. "Did you enjoy serving Archer Howard?" he queries.
Michelle lowers her head, and looks at her hands on the table. "Yes, Sir, I enjoyed serving him. He has a beautiful cock. I was able to take it all the way down my throat, as he wished. He filled my mouth with his come. It tasted wonderful, Sir. I do hope I have met your expectations.
"Indeed, you have," her Master replies. Archer gave me a very good report. You are turning into quite the fellatrice, my sweet little Michelle."
Michelle blushes at the glowing report. Her cunt opens up willingly for her Master's fingers. He slides three of them inside her, filling and stretching her hole with them. A fresh surge of wetness cascades down her slit, coating his hand with the unmistakable evidence of her lust.
Master Damien retrieves his fingers from Michelle's pussy. He presents them to her, to lick clean. Michelle eagerly opens her mouth to taste herself again. After she has completed sucking them into her mouth, he slowly slides them out from between her lips. "It is time to rejoin the other guests now," he tells her. Are you prepared?
Not knowing what she should be prepared for, Michelle can only answer, "Yes, Sir, I am ready for whatever you wish me to do."
Damien offers Michelle his arm, and he escorts her out the French doors, onto the patio. Small torches on slender poles provide the only illumination. The flickering light casts wild, dancing shadows over the patio, and the guests arrayed on the chaises and chairs arranged around the pool. The evening is warm, and the sweet smell of flowers permeates the air.
The pool's soft underwater lighting adds an azure glow to the scene. The lighting, and the scents and sounds of the warm summer evening combine to create a sensual, uninhibited mood to the gathering.
The guests are mostly seated as couples, either side-by-side in chairs, or with the woman on her man's lap, or snuggled together on a chaise. There is a great deal of fondling and overt sexual play going on, with modesty and restraint falling by the wayside faster and faster as each couple becomes bolder and more direct in their foreplay. Clearly, this is a very open-minded and uninhibited group of people.
"Perhaps," Michelle muses to herself, "It is a swingers club."
Damien leads Michelle to an unoccupied chaise near the edge of the pool. He sits down and stretches out on the chaise, and motions for Michelle to sit at the foot of the lounger, next to his feet.
Michelle moves to sit where her Master indicated, as he moved his legs to one side to make room for her. She sits down facing the group of guests. In a smooth, practiced move, she parts the slit on her dress to settle her still red and tender ass on the cool cotton cushion next to her Master's knees. Michelle scans the guests as she sits, watching for their reaction as she exposes herself before the sides of the dress settle on her hips to conceal what had been momentarily revealed.
For the most part, the guests directly across from her do not notice her temporary nakedness. However, those on either side of her have a clear view of her upper thighs and the rounded cheeks of her ass as she executes the graceful, fluid maneuver. Michelle can see several of the couples whispering to each other out of the corner of her eye.
Once she is comfortably seated, Michelle sits with her back straight and erect, and with her shoulders pulled back to accent her breasts. She clasps her hands behind her back, and lowers her head to focus her eyes on the patio bricks in front of her feet. She can feel her Master's hand slide under the bunched up fabric of her dress, to rest on her ass, cupping the tender, throbbing swell of her rounded bottom. He squeezes her flesh, elevating the dull pain from her earlier whipping to a steady pulsing sensation, as each beat of her heart pumps her blood through the bruised, red flesh under his tight grip.
Michelle is very much on edge, as her imagination runs wild, wondering what her Master has planned. Her anxiety does nothing to douse her arousal. Instead, the uncertainty and the anticipation only serve to fuel her inner heat. A fresh surge of wetness trickles out from between her legs. Her nipples are fully erect, announcing to all who are close enough to see them in the dim, flickering light, that she is a bitch in heat, who is thinking of nothing but the carnal delights of the flesh.
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Keywords: Elegance, 3, Ch., Ravished,