Chapter 10: Mara’s Menage

Our happy group began to wake up. I’m not sure who was first, but far better than an alarm clock were the kisses and increasingly erotic touches. I started to shake my head but found it between sleek and fragrant thighs of someone over my face. Reaching up and feeling their shapes, it didn’t take Sherlock Holmes to deduce it was Olivia. Thinking further, I recall Sherlock as rather asexual, so maybe a different detective would be better.

I devoted the next few minutes to licking and tasting her. It excited me that I knew she and John had been playing next to us. I remembered our play had been anal, so I was tasting a vagina still waiting for more attention.

As people got up, we showered and dressed. For the first brunch meeting, clubwear seemed the right attire. Of course, the women needed makeup time.

Tana raised a hand. “I’d like to review what we’ve accomplished.”

“Honestly, the first get-together of the eight of us didn’t have a specific purpose besides enjoying one another, and yes, better sex. I’m not monogamous and my gut is that the rest of you aren’t.

“Not asking for any commitments, but are any of the rest of you thinking that we might have some potential polyamorous relationships here?” There were many nods.

“It didn’t have a specific political purpose, although the idea came up when Lynda and Olivia got together with me and we met at the White House with Miriam. Even Miriam was more interested in our faction having improved communication and relationships, rather than a specific target. She’s going to check in, to her own room, later today. She does have political goals in mind for the convention.” Mara. Tana, and I were the three directors in the political organization of the DC Young Republicans, reporting to our political activities VP, Miriam. Now that Miriam was working at the White House, she was less involved in the DC YR’s. She was taking on much more of a national YR role.

A call on the house phone told us our colleague, Mara, was arriving. Lynda, Olivia, John, and I went over to welcome her, with Tana and the others setting up for brunch in our area.

Mara and her team

There are looks and outfits that, in my mind, associate with people. It may actually be a single outfit, or it may be that person’s taste causes them to buy several similar ones. In Mara’s case, I thought of her in a gray leather dress, a little above the knee, certainly showing a nice figure without being skin-tight. In her case, it did turn out that she had several such outfits. When she showed up, the gray leather seemed thinner, giving at least a suggestion of nipples. This hem was at mid-thigh. She wore stay-up stockings of a warm shade I suppose I’d call cinnamon. Her legs, so sheathed, seemed to call for me to put my head between them, being brought to body temperature as I tasted her womanhood. Yes, I know. I always find manhood sounds silly, but this is a little better. Vagina, if you prefer. She finished with high-heeled boots, with intricate laces.

She’s attractive, but on looks alone doesn’t stop traffic as do Tara, Olivia, and sometimes Lynda. Her dark red hair was fairly short, not quite a cap but certainly drawing attention to her face. “Precise” comes to mind in describing her makeup. I wouldn’t say she was a stereotype of a dominant mistress, but she certainly gave an impression of self-control, and perhaps controlling those around her.

Mara had called my suite to let me know that she and her team were arriving. The suites opened both on the main hallway and an interior corridor, so we could have private foot traffic.

“Thank you. I do welcome this opportunity to get to know you better. It’s probably fair to say that we’ve felt mutual attraction but wasn’t sure what to do about it, especially when that attraction might include some kink. Tana told me that she felt much the same, but she’s pleasantly resolved the uncertainty.

“The uncertainty might not be just me, but also some people who work for and with me. Let me introduce:

• Ann

• Pia

• Eileen

• Erik

• Vince

“I know John and Olivia rather well. They told me you two were very accepting people, and that I might find something of an emotional home with you. It’s time, I suppose, for me to take risks.

“In very general terms, I’m a madam. It might be just as accurate to say I’m the producer or manager for a core group of performance artists, with some part-timers whom I bring in for particular performances.

“My sex work life has been damned lucrative, as an individual worker and as a madam. I have excellent instincts about people, so I don’t think I’ve had tremendously more bad experiences than many sexually active, single women. It does help that I have a strong sex drive and enjoy encounters, but I haven’t found an accepting partner that shares what I am. Maybe I should be looking at polyamory rather than a single partner.

“But there’s something lacking. Even when the neo-puritan sexual conservatives lost their control of the party, things would not have let me advertise, and be a prominent member of the Chamber of Commerce. I can get into some clubs and stuff that do accept me, but my main activity stays underground.

“As a teenager, I did lots of dramatics. I was in several workshops that taught Stanislavsky’s method acting, with various interpreters. You’ve probably heard that the technique involves becoming your character, even offstage.

“Let’s put it this way: when I had a client who wanted to be dominated, or to dominate me, or to do fetishes, or whatever, I used the training to become the character that he wanted. I used it to take pleasure from the performance, but also keeping the control needed for my safety.

“If someone came up and asked me to flog them, I really wouldn’t be interested. Pain doesn’t appeal to the core Mara. But if I had time to get into a sadistic dominatrix mindset, I might not just flog, but have some orgasms doing it. I did have my safety limits, but if I got into a submissive mindspace -- I needed much more information and safety for that -- I could have orgasms from pain and drift into a lovely subspace.

“Not all the clientele was BDSM. Some were purely sexual, maybe kinky, maybe not. If circumstances permitted, I often got lots of pleasure. But today, I have a certain guilt at being of the underground, of getting social disapproval.”

Deliberately, I looked at Mara, with admiration. “I started to say that I wasn’t sure if you were more attractive physically or intellectually, but what you said is very, very exciting, without in the least making me think less of your physicality.

“I’m not experienced in this, but, with Olivia, Tara, John, and Lynda backing me up, I’d like you to drift into a somewhat submissive state. I intend to enjoy you, and give you all the enjoyment that I can, but I want to savor your professional experience. When I taste you, I will be tasting a rare delicacy, approved and seasoned by many.

“Your gray leather look is great. I don’t know if you have read the Doc Smith Lensman science fiction, but a Gray Lensman was the ultimate law enforcer, responsible only to his own conscience. Well, the only female Lensman was called the Red Lensman, but I think that was honorary, recognized her hair, and she wore Greys.”

“Oh, my God. You’re the first person to make the connection. It wasn’t in the books, but the idea of sex with that ultimately powerful woman has me absolutely dripping, for real. Is there a Lensman here who will join me in sharing power? You, sir?” Mara looked around the room. “The rest of you appear to be potential Lensmen as well.”

Moving closer, she spread her legs as much as the slim skirt permitted. I reached out to the somewhat hidden zipper at her neck and pulled her dress completely open. Admiring her figure, I found it subtly different than some of the other lovely women here. Taut muscle could be noted, but she had a characteristic that was hard for me to describe. Some novels have used “pneumatic” to describe aspects of a figure that seemed delightfully inflated to greater attractiveness. While the term probably was used most often for breasts, it fit Mara’s magnificent thighs, with muscles underpinning soft, taut skin. Lynda had some of that look, but her muscles were more defined.

Mara’s eyes were slightly glazed. She gestured to the length of her body and opened her mouth. Lynda and Tara quickly stepped to my side and undressed me. Grinning, Lynda bent and kissed the head of my erection. “Go to your destiny, my heat-seeking missile ... for various meanings of heat.”

Stepping forward, I put my penis in Mara’s mouth. I’d swear it expanded to suck me in. I was utterly enveloped, feeling her tongue teasing. She reached up, put her hands on my hips, and pulled me deep into her throat.

It took all my control to leave that and go back to my original intention. Olivia saw what I was about to do and positioned a pillow on the floor. Dropping in front of her crotch, I looked at her brief, flimsy, panties, and ripped them away. I put my mouth on her mound, thrust my tongue, and applied suction.

She was indeed correct: she was dripping. She hadn’t mentioned that she was spicily delicious. I had heard that men could flavor their semen with cinnamon or orange, among other things, and she definitely tasted of cinnamon.

Mara got into one of her fantasy roles, the happy and proud sex goddess. She murmured, “Taste me. Taste all the men and women who have enjoyed me and made me even stronger. Soon, take me until you explode, let the other Lensmen enjoy me, until you regenerate and return.”

I’m not quite sure who helped position us, but soon, she was in the chair, provocative heels on my shoulders, as I thrust into her, my hands enjoying those thighs. She chanted something about a most experienced Jade Gate longing for the matching Jade Stalk; I knew those as East Asian terms for the sexual organs, but I really didn’t need directions. Her vagina was simultaneous tight and welcoming. Once I thrust deep, she met me with skilled contractions.

“My Lensman, this is a release I’ve sought for so long. I can’t hold back. Take me as you will.” She shuddered into an orgasm. I glanced around, to see faces fixated on her, with many of my companions stimulating themselves. Lynda embraced Alan, and I sensed she was about to take him.

Thought escaped me, as delightful spasms filled my groin, and exciting fluids pumped through me and into my partner. I got wobbly, but John and Tana came to my side and supported me. They helped me to a chair.

Mara’s legs were still spread, as she smiled and gently moaned. Olivia replaced me at her groin, mouth busy, hands disappearing behind her presumably to excite her nether orifice. Lynda, my partner, had put Alan, Tara’s protege, in a chair, where she made her mouth his sensual world.

After Olivia brought Mara to another set of screams, she rose and brought her husband, John, to her. She moved behind him, lapping at his rosebud as he thrust.

By then, the seemingly magical drugs had worked. I was ready for another round. I looked over at Lynda, who had brought Alan to climax and near unconsciousness. My love came to me, wet-lipped, and kissed me deeply, snowballing the fluids of another lover. “You are infinitely accepting, my love.” At first, she straddled me and took me into her vagina, but soon stood, turned around, and impaled me anally as I wrapped my arms around her.

After that, I think I lost track. At some point, Mara stood, with a smile that made me think of one touched by a god. “I think we’ve exhausted the Lensman. I trust all of you know Valentine Michael Smith? Shall we immerse ourselves in the Water of Life?”

There was general agreement that the Jacuzzi was the right place. Alan, rather stunned, started to stumble. I caught him in my arms, and handed him off to John and Mara, who had entered the churning water.

We relaxed for a little while, when Mara exclaimed, “I’ve abandoned some proteges! Let me invite them in.” She bounced out, grabbed a phone, and called out. Her athleticism was a surprise.

Soon, we had three lovely woman join us, one dramatically platinum blonde, one dark-haired with a collar and a rather submissive style, and another person dramatic with red hair and dress. A man was with them. As Mara signaled, they brought chairs to be near the large tub -- the management assumed that many might get overheated and need to get out and sit down.

Ann

Mara introduced Ann. “My girl Ann is, in some respects, less extreme than others you will meet, but you’ll find she’s kinky enough.” She had waist-length platinum blonde hair, was of medium height, and was curvy but not extreme. She wore a blue dress that brought out the eyes and hair, with bright bold makeup.

I realized that I knew her slightly. “Ann, do we recognize one another? Was Arthur your friend?”

She smiled softly. “He still is a friend, but we realized that we weren’t meant to be partners. I remember you and wanting to play. Arthur thought he was sexually wild, but it turned out that I really wanted more than he did.

“When I was a teenager, my father seduced me. It certainly affected me, but I seem not to have been traumatized. He owned a delicatessen, where I charmed customers. In idle times, he’d have me sit and suck him among the salamis. I can make sandwiches with great erotic style, although I can also cut sausages in a manner that scares men.

“I might finger myself while I did that, but I’m one of those women who can reach orgasm just giving oral sex. Yeah, I’d seek ways to intensify that. I learned that I liked golden showers, which were too much for Arthur.

“Let me elaborate. I absolutely love giving head. Even without touching myself, I can climax that way. That doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy vaginal and anal, manual play, and so forth.

“Arthur thought he was wild, but when I suggested he pee in my mouth or over me, he began to lose interest. He brought home some porn flicks, and, while I was captivated by bukkake, it bothered him. Eventually, we decided we should be friends with benefits, but probably not primary with each other. It is interesting that I’ve heard you talk about poly.

“Over the last couple of years, I’ve been exploring a lot. Early on, I experimented with fetish clothes, bondage, and receiving pain. The clothes stayed; I am corseted under this and have a couple of other outfits -- I don’t think even the fetish outfits need to be restricted to black. Bondage turned out to be so-so; I’m perfectly happy not to move for some of my more extreme stuff. Pain? Sometimes. There are headspaces where I seem to dissociate and stand aside to watch things done to me, but it’s not my main thing.

“What is my thing is sexual service and submission, without masochism. Gangbangs and blowbangs might not be super-kinky, but I like them, including multiple penetration. I’m extremely oral and really like blowbangs. That easily moves into bukkake, and I thoroughly enjoy receiving golden showers. While this is going on, I do want men or women playing attention to my clit at least.