In the beginning, Pasha was very selective with whom he presented his golden cock. They had to be unusually "talented" people with a "special interest," people who could make "interesting" contributions to his parties. Gradually, as more and more persons obtained the sought-after golden keys, a special and unique "Key Club" was formed. This "preferred" group would often form the nucleus, the starting point, of Pasha's parties. But that was in the beginning. II Pasha had remained selective perhaps things would have been different.
She pushed the golden cock in the front door keyhole. The locking device was electronic. There was a soft click and the door swung slowly open. Even in the semi-dark room, it didn't take Stephanie long to get her bearings. She glanced around the room. The main living room was gigantic. It was designed specifically for Pasha's fuck parties.
In fact, Pasha referred to the room, not as his living room, but as his "loving room!" It was a masterpiece of erotic design. Beds were everywhere, on every level, in every nook and cranny. Some were even suspended from the ceiling. And, of course, there were water beds everywhere. One wall was a 35mm movie screen for hard-core sex films in stereophonic sound. The balance of the walls and ceilings were covered with mirrors. Giant three-by-five playing cards were used as room dividers. Beautifully explicit fuck and suck scenes were painted on the backs of the cards.
In the semi-darkness, Stephanie stumbled over an unusual chair. It was a special masturbation chair for women, designed by Pasha. The chair was in the ape of a hand, palm up, with the middle finger extended up and crooked over. If a woman was sitting in the chair and was watching someone getting fucked, and she got horny, all she had to do was slide a bit forward until her clit pressed up against the extended middle finger. The finger was connected to an electric motor. The girl could press a button and bring herself off at about two thousand RPMs.
Stephanie adored the chair. She had used it hundreds of times. Her favorite way was to sit in the chair fully clothed, as if nothing at all was happening, and then let the vibrating finger jerk her off through her panties! With the finger chair vibrating her own cunt like crazy, she would look around to see who was getting fucked in an interesting way, or perhaps she would watch a beautiful girl getting her cunt eaten. If she didn't move, if she disciplined herself and remained completely relaxed for as long as she possibly could, she would have an incredible orgasm. Sometimes she would be able to time it and come with the girl whose juicy pussy was being sucked on. She would feel a rushing sensation, a tingling wave that would surge down through her own cunt. She would come in gushes, flooding both the finger chair and her panties!
She found herself getting turned on just thinking about it. She could feel that her panties were getting moist, and it wasn't from the rain! She was tempted to sit in the finger chair and bring herself off. She had to stop thinking that way. She wasn't here in Pasha's Pleasure Palace to get turned on. She knew very well what would happen if she gave in to her own insatiable desires. It was time for her to find Pasha… and she knew exactly where to find him.
Pasha's master bedroom was upstairs. Shifting the gun to her right hand, she quietly and cautiously ascended the stairway. Her dress was still wet from the rain. It clung to her tight little ass, outlining her skimpy bikini panties. Stephanie had a beautiful pussy. The mat of crisp black pussy hair on her Mound of Venus was clearly defined through the wet dress and through her sheer panties. When she reached the top of the stairway, she could hear moans from down the hallway. Sexual moans! Frantic… animal moans! Obviously, some little cunt was getting her ass fucked off and loving every minute of it. It would be interesting to see who Pasha was fucking this time. Whoever she was, she would remember this fuck for the rest of her life!
At the end of the hallway, a door was opened just a crack. Stephanie knew the sounds were coming from there. As she got closer, the sounds became words and the words became demands.
That prick feels so good! It's so hard… and so big! Ohhhh! That's it… just like that! Give it to me, you mother-fucker, give it to me-harder! Ohhhhhh, you cuntfucker, it's going to be so good! Ohhh Ooooooo… Jesus Christ! FUCK ME… I'M GOING TO COME! Don't stop.Please… don't stop! God damn you, you cocksucking sunuvabitch! Why did you stop?"
Stephanie peeked through the crack in the door. She could see two people fucking. Well, not quite fucking. Pasha had just pulled his big ten-inch cock out of the girl's cunt. She could see his powerful tool, rock hard and pulsating. The thick, bulbous head was flaming red and dripping with the girl's cunt juices.
"Please… slip it back in! Just the head… that's all, just the head of that beautiful prick of yours!"
"You love that prick, baby?"
"Oh, God, yes!" the girl panted, "I love that prick!"
"You want it? You want me to fuck that hot cunt of yours? Huh? Tell me how much you want this prick, baby!"
"My cunt is burning up… please… I gotta have it… Fuck me now! Please… I'm aching… and hurting… and I've got to come!"
"I'm not sure I believe you, baby… Maybe I'll jerk off and come all over your cunt… then, maybe I'll just leave you hang there to suffer…!"
"Oh, no, please don't do that! I need that prick! I need it now! Fuck me, you cocksucker… please… I'll do anything… anything you say, but please fuck me…! Come inside me… I want to feel your hot come inside of me!"
Stephanie knew exactly what Pasha was doing. He was holding off their orgasm, not letting either one of them come, but instead, letting the tension build. He had performed in the same way with Stephanie many times… sometimes holding off their coming for two or three hours. Then when they did come, it would be the ultimate orgasm. They would nearly blow each other's heads off!
The girl's legs were spread open in a wide vee, pointing straight up towards the ceiling. Actually, she had no choice. Both ankles were shackled and held in a special harness suspended from the ceiling. She was practically hanging by her ankles. Her arms were stretched out behind her head, the wrists handcuffed together, then chained to the headboard. The girl was completely helpless, which was not unusual. Pasha liked his women that way.
The girl had a fantastic body-tits that weren't too big, but nice and round, firm and erect. She had long slender legs and sensuous thighs held wide open by the leather harness, exposing her pink pussy foaming with love juices, and surrounded by a thick bush of black curly cunt hair.
The girl was wild-eyed and frantic, delirious with desire. In a passionate frenzy she twisted and pulled at her harness, trying to break free from the leather restraints. More than anything, she wanted to break loose from her bondage, wrap her arms and legs around Pasha and fuck his brains out.
Stephanie knew the feeling very well. She knew what it was like to be bound and tied, to be helpless, to be at the mercy of a dominant and teasing lover, to have your tormented body begging for fulfillment. But, secretly, she knew she enjoyed it and that it would end in a pounding, throbbing, consuming release!
Pasha held off their orgasm for over an hour and Stephanie could see that his throbbing cock was ready to come. He slipped the head of his king-size cock between the girl's feverish cunt-lips. Then, slowly, without penetrating the pussy hole, he slid the head of his cock up and down, between her clit and her asshole. It drove the girl crazy. With his cock going back and forth between her clit and her asshole, the girl was frantic. She heaved and squirmed and pulled at the harness, but to no avail. She was reduced to a quivering, shaking mass of lust and desire. The girl's frenzied passion stimulated Pasha to the very edge of orgasm. He could feel the tingling deep in his balls as the head of his prick slid up and down the girl's glistening cunt!