Sarah couldn't believe how pleasurable it was to have a woman lick her clit. Sarah loved giving and receiving oral sex, but a man's attentions to her erogenous zones were often rough, even brutal. Lena's ministrations were so much softer and slower. Instead of forcing Sarah to climb towards her peak, Lena encouraged her there by using long, languorous licks from her entrance to her button and then back. Then, Lena finally took Sarah's clit in her mouth, she sucked firmly and bit it lightly. With a loud scream of pleasure, her body shaking like a leaf in a high wind, Sarah orgasmed harder than she ever had before.
After exchanging positions so that Sarah could pleasure Lena, the threesome washed their sex fluids from each other, turned off the water, exited the shower and dried off. Lena and Paul dried Sarah and then themselves. When everyone was dry, Lena and Paul took Sarah to the bedroom and helped her dress in the required uniform and the 7-inch, strappy stiletto high-heels.
Sarah looked at her exposed cunt and flushed clit and pussy lips and shrugged. Her fiancé, Adam, wanted this for her. Therefore, Sarah would enjoy every moment of her month at the academy. She pulled the top on and giggled because it exposed nothing more than she typically did when she dressed for her husband-to-be.
Sarah turned to Lena and asked, "Did having your labia pierced hurt much?"
"It was a little uncomfortable for a couple of days afterwards," Lena explained. "But the guy who did used some local anaesthetic to numb my pussy lips before he pierced me, so getting them done didn't hurt at all."
"I thought the chain weaving between them was to stop you from using your pussy," Sarah mused.
Spreading her legs so that Sarah could see her perineum, Lena pointed at another hidden gold ring about halfway between her entrance and rosebud. "It can be," she giggled. "Graham has a longer chain that stretches from my hood to my perineum, and if I've been a bad girl, he uses it so I can't have vaginal sex. Simultaneously, he makes me wear a butt plug so my ass is out of bounds, too." Lena giggled again before saying, "It's an effective deterrent because I start climbing the walls if I haven't had sex for a couple of days."
Sarah sipped from the water bottle Lena had given her. She was amazed to notice that she was already wet and ready to go again. She was about to see if they could play some more when Paul announced, "We'd better get moving. It wouldn't do to be late to the first gathering of this month's fiancées."
Paul and Lena held no fears that Sarah wanted to flee, so when she took their hands, they smiled and accompanied her to the elevator. The doors opened, and they stepped in. It went down a floor, and a tall, stacked blonde woman, dressed similarly to Sarah, stepped in. A portly man dressed in a cheap suit accompanied her.
"Hey, Jim," Paul and Lena happily said together.
Mia Walker.
Sarah and Mia were amazed when Lena pressed her statuesque body against the older man. Lena's hand casually groped the porter as she kissed him passionately. Jim's trouser front bulged obscenely, revealing a barely hidden, thick cock that must have been at least eight inches long. Mia immediately regretted choosing not to play with the older man.
Instead, she had sipped from one of the water bottles in her room's small fridge, seemingly becoming increasingly aroused with every sip. Mia tried to distract herself by working through her exercise regimen and then her beauty one. She examined her face in the mirror critically, looking for any unwanted lines or hairs. Mia used the best products on the market to ensure her skin remained moisturised and blemish-free. Botox shots on her forehead and the outsides of her eyes ensured she remained clear-skinned and wrinkle-free even at age thirty-five.
Even after all of that distraction, Mia's pussy continued to froth and her nipples and pussy remained engorged and aching to be touched. Next, Mia tried a cold shower, thinking that if it worked for men, perhaps it would work for her--no such luck. Giving in to the inevitable, Mia lay on her back and used her fingers to give herself a number of back-to-back orgasms. Unfortunately, every climax only increased her arousal, and she eventually forced herself to go to sleep.
Mia woke up an hour later with a pillow between her toned thighs, riding it like it was her favourite fap fantasy--Tim Tszyu. Feeling wet between her legs, sweaty and disgusting, Mia showered. She frowned, exiting the bathroom. Her clothes had disappeared while she was in the shower. She vaguely recalled the porter saying something about 'required dress' and opened her tablet.
Shaking with anger, Mia opened the drawers beside her bed and pulled out the skirt and top inside. She put them on and immediately snarled, "No fucking way!" Mia was no stranger to using her assets to attract her prey, but this went beyond the pale. The idea was to tease and not reveal. Hint at a paradise barely concealed, but not reveal it until she had her fish hooked.
Mia read the tablet's instructions for new guests and realised it was either to wear the items as required, or return to the front desk and ask to go home. Mia chose to remain. 'This asshole had better be worth it!' She thought to herself.
She answered a knock on her door and found the porter waiting to guide her to the get-together. Mia expected his eyes immediately to drop to her enhanced E-cup breasts and then to her lasered-bare, exposed pussy and was surprised when his eyes remained on hers. Mia, another who was already accustomed to wearing 7-inch, strappy stiletto high-heels, followed the porter to the elevator.
The doors opened, revealing a woman who Mia assumed was one of the academy's guests, a second woman similarly dressed to the woman at the front desk, and a tall, muscly, handsome man wearing nothing but a man's G-string. The man's enormous cock bulged his underwear lasciviously and whetted Mia's arousal further. She watched, amazed, when the woman hugged and kissed her porter passionately, and the size of the porter's erection dumbfounded her. Mia immediately regretted sending the man away.
Chapter 2: The Get-Together.
Sarah, who tried several times to engage Mia in a conversation, gave up and allowed Lena and Paul to tug her in the direction of the academy's lounge, where the first meeting of this month's fiancées would occur. She wondered what was up the ass of the obviously surgically enhanced woman. Sarah had encountered many women like Mia, who pedantically pushed their food around their plate while refusing to eat, lest they add an extra gram of fat to their skinny bodies. Sarah enjoyed her food the same way she enjoyed sex--with great gusto!
Lena and Paul allowed Mia to push past them and enter the lounge first. They smiled at Sarah and shrugged, knowing that, of the two women, Sarah would have much less of a struggle to fit in with the academy's programs than the highly strung Mia. The pair wondered what Mia's fiancé had seen in her. Still, it wasn't theirs to judge, so they guided Sarah around the room, introducing her to the other fiancées.
Sarah quickly realised that she was the only plus-sized woman in the group. She sighed, wondering if Adam expected her to become one of those salad-eating bitches. Mia especially reminded her of the long list of 'hot girls' from her high school and college years who had treated her abysmally. She recalled Adam's statement when he said, "Skinny salad-eating bitches do nothing for me," and hoped it was the truth.
Most of the women attending seemed quite vacuous to her. There were two exceptions: the diffident, beautiful blonde whom Lena introduced as Kylie stirred her new bisexual desires, while the shy, mousy-blonde named Sally evoked her protective instincts. Sarah wanted to help the young woman break out of her shell and learn to embrace her sexuality. The three women formed a small group and soon began talking animatedly as they got to know each other.
Mia strode through the small crowd to the bar and immediately ordered a glass of champagne. She hadn't been told to bring any money, so she knew the drinks must either be free or charged back to her fiancé. She was royally pissed, and if Joshua were before her, she would have given him a piece of her mind. This whole ridiculous charade had her fuming. As if she, Mia, queen of all she surveyed, needed to be taught how to be a good wife. 'Bring me a golf ball, and I'll show you how to suck it through a straw,' she thought. 'What else does a husband need?'
Mia sipped her drink and looked over the small crowd. Spotting Lars and his barely concealed enormous wang, Mia stared at him and smiled until he noticed her. Lars muttered something to the woman with him and made his way over to her. Mia assumed it was because she alone stood out among the mingers and slappers in the room.
In reality, it was because the pneumatic-titted, bottle-blonde, surgically enhanced thirty-five-year-old was the only woman over thirty in the room. Lars had a preference for older women. The academy's founder was a sixty-year-old society matron named Cynthia Nixon, whom Lars had joyfully bedded many times.
Lars briefly ignored Mia and ordered a sparkling mineral water with a lime slice from the bartender. Upon receiving it, he turned to Mia and asked, "Do you have questions?"
"You and the other attendants are here to service the guests, right?" Mia asked abrasively.
Hiding his distaste, Lars replied, "Part of our duties is to encourage the fiancées to relax and enjoy their sexuality, yes."
"I would enjoy my sexuality with you," Mia said bluntly.
Lars stared at the mid-thirties woman and wondered if she'd learn anything from the ensuing month. He couldn't understand why anyone could not have seen that the woman was a climber and found only one part of a man's anatomy attractive--his wallet.
He pointed at a portion of the wall behind the bar. "That's a real wood wall, did you know that?" Mia shook her head, wondering about the point of Lars's statement. "Do you see the hole where the knot has fallen out?" Mia looked and nodded. Then Lars said, "I'd rather fuck that knot than you. You're a plastic, wannabe society princess with little going for you other than a surgically enhanced face and body, and I have no idea why anybody would want to marry you." Lars took his drink and rejoined his group, which included the couples assigned to Sarah, Sally, and Kylie.
He smiled, thinking about his Mistress, Imogen Bailey. He intimately knew Paul and John because they were also Imogen's slaves. His grin widened, recalling how much fun Imogen and Matthew had playing with Imogen's men. He remained amazed that Imogen remained Matthew's only servant, despite Imogen's encouragement to take more.
"What did the plastic blonde want?" Mila asked.
"For me to fuck her," Lars replied, and shrugged.
"Oh," Mila giggled. "I take it you said no?"
"I told her I'd rather fuck the knothole in the wall," Lars said flatly.
"Oops," Lena laughed. "Mistress Imogen will cane someone's ass tonight."
"Worth it," Lars chuckled.
The sextet watched as Mia tried to entice more of the staff, but, to a man, they all turned her down. Joshua had spent a lot of time conferring with the academy's founder, Cynthia Nixon, about his fiancée. Joshua believed Mia had potential hidden beneath her icy exterior, and he hoped Cynthia's academy could break Mia's shell and allow the beautiful person he knew she could be to emerge.
A big part of the academy's strategy was to deny Mia any sexual relief other than with someone she thought was beneath her. The theory being that Mia would learn that people were people and their monetary status was immaterial. However, an immediate problem reared its head when Cynthia and her senior staff reviewed Mia's pictures and videos--to a man, they were uninterested in the Botox-filled, collagen-enhanced, silicon-breasted thirty-five-year-old. The academy's groundskeeper, Jim Davis, who is currently pretending to be Mia's porter, was the only man who expressed an interest in fucking her. Somehow, Jim had seen the same thing Mia's fiancé had seen.
Frustrated by her inability to have any of the barely clad men react to her, Mia decided to see if she could join one of the groups swirling around. With her typical arrogance, Mia thought the other women ignored her because her beauty intimidated them. The reality was that many of these young women had been bullied by Mia and her ilk at high school, uni, and at their workplaces, and they were reluctant to open themselves to her lest she bully them here, too. Eventually, Mia gave up and returned to the bar. She ordered another glass of champagne and decided to get drunk.
Sally, Sarah, and Kylie discovered they had much in common. Sarah was significantly more sexually experienced and promiscuous than the other two women, but they all shared a similar sense of humour, and Sarah found herself attracted to both of them. Sally, who had experienced precisely one lover, and Kylie, whose only sexual experience involved giving blowjobs to deter overly eager men, were fascinated by Sarah's adventures, both here and prior to her arrival. Sally, in particular, wondered if she dared try the things that Sarah confessed to having done just before attending the gathering. It seemed Leo wanted her to explore sex with others, but Sally's inherent reticence made it unlikely she would.
Kylie was much more circumspect, but she wondered because she'd been severely tempted when Mila had patted her pussy and invited Kylie to lick it. Kylie wondered if she wasn't, in fact, a lesbian, because she was much more interested in licking Mila's pussy than sucking Lars' cock. However, as she looked around the room at the exposed pussies and barely covered wangs, she found her mouth watering as she imagined kneeling and sucking or tasting. Kylie worried that the other two with her could smell her arousal.
Interestingly, Sarah and Sally shared the same concerns. All three girls were drinking a lovely Chardonnay the bar attendant had suggested, and it seemed their arousal climbed with every sip. Sally looked around, immediately noticing that hers weren't the only nipples tenting tops. She unobtrusively let her eyes drop, and saw many wet slits and even quite a few engorged clitorises.
Sally gulped, wondering if it was normal for women gathered together among barely dressed men to be so aroused. Perhaps her arousal was typical in this situation, but she was unaware of other's arousal because, of course, women rarely exposed their pussies for all to see. Sally turned until she could see her two attendants. Maja and John sat with four others. They all appeared to be drinking mineral water, but their faces were flushed, and the three women's nipples were prominent.
Her eyes lowered, and she saw that although the men's cocks weren't hard, neither were they soft. It was clear that the three couples were also sexually excited. Sally's mouth went dry as she considered Maja's offer. She wondered if it was still on the table and if she should accept it, if it were.
Sarah was about to excuse herself to the ladies' room and use her fingers to gain some relief when an older, stately looking woman walked into the middle of the room holding a microphone. She brought it to her lips, and everyone winced as the feedback screeched through the room. Once it settled, the woman said, "I'm sure they do that on purpose to ensure everyone's listening. Good afternoon, everyone. My name is Cynthia Nixon, and I am the owner and founder of The First Wives Academy."
Cynthia waited for the murmurs to subside before adding, "I started the academy because I noticed a lack of well-educated, well-trained young women for the movers and shakers in society to marry. My husband expressed the same concern about the young men, which is why he established a brother academy to this institution--The First Husbands Academy." Cynthia paused again as a swell of conversation erupted. Then she smiled and said, "Each and every one of your fiancés has attended The First Husbands Academy."
Cynthia waited, smiling as the new attendees asked one another if they knew that about their husbands-to-be. Few did.
Eventually, one of the women ventured, "What did they learn there?"
"The same things you will learn here," Cynthia stated as she walked through the room, observing the various women. Most of them were exactly what Cynthia had come to expect from today's education system. The truly attractive women were all shallow and indifferent, having learned to depend on their looks to achieve what they desired from their men. Cynthia would wager her fortune against the balance on their credit cards that every single one was a dud root. Those who were 'hot' but not movie-star beautiful tended to be quite masculine in their stance and how they responded to her comment. They were women whom Cynthia believed the modern education system had failed most.
These were women who had been told that to compete against 'the patriarchy', they needed to be as aggressive as men. They were informed that a woman could do anything a man could, as if that were a commendable notion. In Cynthia's view, it wasn't. She preferred to excel at being a woman and being the power behind the throne--the quiet advisor in the dead of night, most trusted by her husband.
Cynthia controlled hundreds of millions of dollars, yet didn't appear on one board outside her and her husband's academies. She encouraged and guided her husband by supporting him and ensuring he knew how much she respected him. That was a marriage. Both partners supporting each other to be the best they could be. Even at sixty years of age, Cynthia welcomed her husband home by kneeling before him and blowing him as soon as he entered their home after a long day at work.
Edward expressed his love for Cynthia in the way he knew best. He ensured she lacked for nothing, made it clear how beautiful he thought she was, worked hard and diligently, and listened to her intently, giving her his full attention. That last quality was what Cynthia loved most about her husband. Unlike many men, Edward didn't offer advice when Cynthia spoke about her day. Instead, he asked how she felt about what had occurred, how it affected her, and what he could do to help her heal from whatever had hurt or troubled her. Cynthia loved him for that more than anything else he did.
The same woman asked, "What will we learn?"
"How to love without hesitation or reservation," Cynthia immediately replied. "How to give expecting nothing in return. How to offer and receive support without questioning the other person's motivations. How to give of yourself when you make love--to accept and give everything that you are to your lover. You will discover that love is an infinite resource, and the more you share it, the more it returns to you."
Cynthia scanned the room once more, daring the women to meet her gaze. Few accepted the challenge. Sarah was one of the exceptions. Cynthia continued, "You will learn that love is love and sex is just sex. Sex without love is wonderful, and love without sex is possible, but sex with love is a gift from The Creator that should never be wasted."
Cynthia waited for the hubbub to die before adding, "There will be classes every day. Some will be easy for some of you and difficult for others. You'll learn some basic lessons that simply aren't taught in school anymore: Baking and cooking. Sewing and mending. Deportment and correct language. These are a sample of the things you will learn. You will discover the joy your husband has when he returns home to a clean and tidy house, with a home-cooked meal almost ready for him, and his wife looking like she has just stepped out of Vogue magazine."