That child's mouth is unbelievable, she told herself when he began working his way down the deep ravine between the gloves of her cool ass-flesh. His mouth felt steaming hot compared to her own skin. She could feel his rubbery male organ grinding into her back, as he seemed to be trying to work out an itch of his own.
Then his mouth found that hot buttonhole hidden down there and she gave out a moan that delighted Adrian. "Mmmm…" she continued to hum into the young girl's slit.
"Mmmmmmmm…" Alexander hummed into her rectum. The vibrations sent chills and sensations through her body.
Penny's tongue licked out at the crease of flesh on her mouth and Adrian went wild with satisfaction, grabbing Penny's hair with both hands and bouncing with increased fury.
When Alexander's tongue snaked into her sensitive orifice, Penny drove her own tongue deeper into the little slit between Adrian's legs.
"Oooowwwww… more," Adrian gasped with delight.
Suddenly, without warning, the little girl was off Penny's face. She opened her eyes with confused alarm and looked wide-eyed into the smiling face and dark eyes of the young man who had carried her valise when she first arrived. He was standing next to the bed, lifting Adrian from her place on Penny's face.
"Mr. Lagarde thought you might like a rub-down," he was saying through a broad grin.
"Allright," Penny said in an unnaturally high voice.
Alexander's tongue was still squirming up her rectum and she blushed all over when the young man whipped off the covers reveal the hidden little boy down there.
"That's enough," she heard him tell Alexander, lifting him from the bed. Then the olive-complexioned youth spoke to Penny, "Turn on your stomach, please."
She obeyed, but was still flushed with embarrassment. Of all things to be caught doing, she thought as he climbed on the bed and straddled her hips. His talented fingers immediately began massaging her neck and shoulders. She could feel his bare ass resting gently on hers and the faint touch of his maleness brushing in the crack. The touch was nothing, but the vision of his heart-shaped spear resting so close to her treasure cove gave her pangs of delight.
"What's your name?" Penny asked, to take her mind off the embarrassing situation he had walked in on.
His thumbs pressed into the sides of her backbone, while his palms and fingers massaged expertly out to the sides. The long pause gave Penny the impression that he didn't hear her or was ignoring the question. But he finally answered in a pleasant voice, "Russ."
"What brings you here?" she gulped, as the weight of his body came down on his hands, forcing the breath from her lungs.
"I work here," he responded, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice – as though it was a stupid question.
As his fingers reached the rising mounds of Penny's ass, he shifted his squatting position down to her legs and she could feel the soft, smooth head of his cock slide between the gloves of her ass-flesh. Soft, she asked herself, wondering how that could be… with her lying there naked and his male "feeler" nestled in the crack of her ass… most guys would be going out of their minds, she told herself. Why isn't he, she worried.
His strong hands kneaded the firm balls of her ass until they began to tingle with the surge of blood rushing to the awakened flesh. His fingers didn't try to avoid the delicate sunburst hidden between the globes of white meat. During one squeeze, a finger actually lodged in the little elastic ring, giving her a pleasant sensation as it stretched open. But that was all! There was no attempt to explore – as any man would undoubtedly do, she reasoned – and he moved on down to her legs, leaving her in a state of confusion.
"Well, how did you get the job?" she tried to get the conversation going again.
"Mr. Lagarde is sponsoring me in drama school," Russ answered, with a hint of apology in his voice now. "I'm sorry… I thought you knew and was putting me on. Almost everyone here… the studs and concubines anyway… are in the arts, thanks to the generosity of Mr. Lagarde. It's the easiest way I know of working your way through school."
Now his hands were moving quickly, softly up and down her legs and he was kneeling off to the side. A most talented masseur, she thought, fully awake from the increased circulation of blood through her tingling body.
"And everyone gets to do his 'thing' around here," Russ continued in a more talkative mood. "Your obligation isn't squeezed out of you in sweat and blood – like most jobs. You get an opportunity to express yourself here… to experiment with new experiences. And actors must experience all aspects of life to portray it faithfully."
The feel of his fingers dancing all over her back, from head to toe now, was sending chills of delight through Penny's body. The gentle brushing of his fingers between her legs, as they glided softly over her tingling skin, fanned her desire for more. More touching between the legs. More fingers dancing on her itching cove. That burning little itch – like Adrian's – was beginning to consume all her thoughts.
"And do you like your work?" she teased, searching with her hand to find his cock.
The rubdown was over. Russ relaxed, kneeling next to her and sitting back on his heels. She saw the smile broaden on his face as her hand reached under the toga for the evasive male organ.
Still soft! The thought struck her as her fingers found the limp noodle resting between his legs. How could it be, she wondered in disbelief. She teased it now with her long, slender fingers, unable to accept the thought that she hadn't aroused the male flesh with her sensuous body. Just the sight of it should have built afire in him, she told herself, as she frantically tried to milk it to erection. It stood like a flagpole for that girl yesterday… Why not for me?
"I don't think you'll find any life there…" Russ was saying, but she brushed aside his words and brought her pouty red lips to the tip of the sleeping giant's head, her big blue eyes staring at it with a sexy, longing look, before sucking it into her mouth.
The handsome young man let the warmth of her mouth engulf his cock. He looked into her pretty face with a longing too… but no response from his limp shaft. Her suck-hollowed cheeks tormented him, but there was nothing he could do about it.
"Don't feel bad," he said softly. "I've been fucking away all night, and I'm sure they gave me a dose of saltpeter before letting me come in to give you a rubdown."
Penny let the limp flesh slip from between her lips and looked into his dark eyes. For the first time there was a warmth in his deep stare. "Why?" she asked naively.
"I was sent to give you a rubdown. Nothing else. The studs are never allowed to take advantage of a guest… and a rubdown can lead to sex, even if it isn't intended to at first. So the studs who are giving rubdowns are always loaded with blanks. Even if you ask for a stud… he always arrives after the rubdown, when the fire is built, so your passion is spent on the one you have chosen."
"And when will you be back in action?" Penny asked.
With a big grin, Russ answered, "Probably tonight… or tomorrow morning. Depending on how big a dose of deterrent they slipped me."
"Then I'll ask for you," she whispered, lowering her eyes shyly, still fascinated by the sight of his limp cock and wanting him inside her, but embarrassed by her own brazenness, yet unable to control her lust. She stroked the soft cock affectionately, half believing that it couldn't possibly remain limp. But it did.
"I have to go," Russ finally said with a sigh, taking her fingers from his sleeping weapon. He slid off the bed and walked to the door, hesitated, as if to say something, but changed his mind and left without looking back at her.
"Your bath is ready," Adrian said from the door of the bathroom, and Penny moved quickly from the bed to the bathtub, to drown the pulsing urge between her legs and quench the fire in her itching cunt.