Love With No Limits

Whatever Odette had been expecting, him admitting to having fantasies about her, had never been on her mind. He- had? She’d be lying if she said she’d never had such thoughts about him, but never would’ve acted on them… well, at least… when he’d been engaged to her then best friend. But now? She certainly owed Sylvia no loyalties, but couldn’t help feeling guilty all the same. She’d been staring at him in shock for far too long now, her face flushed, and trying to recover her composure. But then he was on his feet and stripping off his clothes… her eyes raked over him… slowly and lingered on a certain part longer than necessary. Okay, so, she may or may not have always wondered if those rumors were true… and it would seem they were… Focus, Odette, but fuck he was making that hard, too. His last words snapped her out of it and she looked back up at his face. He was egging her on… she should say no… but that was not what came out of her mouth. “Not here,” she said as she got to her feet. He might be able to stand there in some superhero pose for the world to see… and while she was comfortable naked… well… “Come on,” she added, grabbing her discarded shirt and bra, heading for the door. Where the fuck she was leading them, well, she didn’t know, but would figure it out as she went.

There was no doubt that Kitty had very little hesitation, considering she’d more or less just draped herself over Smith, with no warning. Despite his very… Limited costume, and her thin fabric being the only that kept them somewhat decent, in a traditional sense. Her body pressing against his, just encouraged by him pulling her tight against him, and the hand on her ass, making sure she stayed against him. “Mhm, true. There’s a bit of lack when it comes to soft and you, wouldn’t you agree? Maybe you need to be taught the kitty life, with the softness.” She teased, blowing some air on his throat. “That was my goal. You’ve met me for long enough to know that I enjoy when people think that way about me, don’t you agree? That I enjoy knowing that people want to bend me over like a chair and just fuck me until I cream? Isn’t that how you explained my way of eating ice cream, hmm?”

“Hey, absolutely no judgement at all from my end. The complete opposite in fact,” Dick grinned amiably, his palms outstretched in an act of openness. “I was actually coming over to congratulate you on your rad costume, man. Lemme guess, Poseidon?” he grinned, his eyes twinkling. If anything, Dick was now half-regretting his Hercules costume and was half-wishing that he had gone for something more flashier. “If there was a “Best Dressed Costume” contest, you’d win it for sure,” he uttered a little ruefully. The other man’s face looked slightly familiar…If Dick wasn’t mistaken, hadn’t he seen his face on a Forbes magazine once upon a time and probably in a few society pages, or even perhaps a some glitzy event once? But then again…Dick wasn’t really one to bother with high-end society gossip nor did he bother remembering faces that were of no big interest to him from parties. At any party, it was usually the opposite gender who held the biggest interest for him. That and also of his closest friends, for he was always more than ready to be roped into any sort of hi-jinks that they might have planned for the night. “Did you do your own make-up or did you hire someone?” he asked with great interest, as his gaze roved over the artwork.

The only consolation to this hell was plenty of alcohol and Gabriel took what solace from it he could.  He glanced aside at the gentleman talking to him, exhaling a snort but no smile sparked on his own face. “And you must be Hercules.  As I recall Poseidon spent a lot of time pretty pissed off at Herc.  But those are just tales.  And this,” he glanced down at the body with a sigh. “Was not my idea.  The sooner I can get out of this entire farce of an evening the better.  I’m Gabriel, by the way.  One of the nominal hosts but it’s my fiancee who’s usually the one overflowing with the milk of human kindness.  I prefer alcohol, as you can see.”

“A surprise? Oh honey, you shouldn’t have, you’ve already arranged this party, and now another surprise?” She would have been happy without the party, but of course ,she was playing the sweet doll of a girlfriend, fiancee, everything. Ugh. She was confused as he reached down to the table to lift though, and a little puppy came toddling out, little feet hitting the ground and a soft tail wagging back and forth. The confused look on its face. Oh god, she couldn’t handle it. “Oh my god it’s so cute!” She squealed as she fell down to her knees, extending her hand to the puppy, waiting until came over to her and sniffed her, giving it’s approval to her, before picking the cute creature up. “Oh my god it’s so cute. Did you borrow a puppy just to cheer me up tonight? You might be sweeter than you seem, Gabe.” She said, unable to look away from the puppy though, her fingers continuing to play in front of its face as it kept trying to lick her. “What’s their name? And gender?”

“You know they never get to be with me, if they don’t take good care of me. I’m far too spoiled to accept anything half done.”  She murmured back to him, knowing that Wyatt would always be there to make up for anyone not doing their job properly too. If she’d called him saying she was unsatisfied, he’d be plenty happy to come make it up to her. Even if they had to wait a few days until she could go to the ranch, or he could come to the apartment. There was one advantage to leaving her underwear back in the cabin, for sure, and that was the easy access there was for Wyatt to get under her skirt, while she straddled his face, holding onto the sofa to keep herself balanced. Soft little moans as he started to go down on her, his firm stubble a mix of scratching and tickling against her. His tongue pressing against her clit, letting her have the pressure she needed and she grinding herself back against his movements. A hand moving through her hair, brushing it back and away from her face, knowing he didn’t want to have her hiding behind the dark mane of hair. “You’re so damn hungry, love.”

Odette studied him for a long moment while debating whether or not to respond. She did need something more, but was not about to confide something so personal… instead, she latched onto the last bit. “An exhibitionist,” she mused, drawing out those syllables. “Well, you’re certainly going to prove this right now, aren’t you,” she noted dryly, unable to help this with him apparently. She was so tempted to swat him upside the head at that wink and refused to admit she found it charming, too. She took another sip of her wine, mostly to give herself a tad more time. But you know what? She did need to be more spontaneous. Since all she had was a fitted tee, she simply tugged it off and turned to drape it over the back of the chair. “I’m sure you won’t be satisfied with this, so,” she muttered and off went the bra, too. Now to see what exactly he did with that. 

The joy of being at parties where they just walked around serving alcohol, she didn’t need to convince others to buy her drinks. Instead she could just take a drink off of the plate, before continuing to dance around. So with a happy buzz, making her hips sway even more as she wandered around in the white pumps, and the little bell around her throat chiming along with it, she was in heaven. Or Paradise. Whichever one preferred to say. It was first when she felt her feet getting tired, and body needing a little break, that she more or less dropped herself down on someone’s lap, her arms easily moving around their shoulders, and her face nuzzling in against their throat. “You looked warm and soft.” She murmured, just happily rubbing her nose against them. “You don’t mind a little kitty on your lap, do you?”

Esin couldn’t believe that he’d had the nerve to talk about her drinking the other night, when he was throwing back glass after glass of champagne. So she walked slowly over, small hand settled on the small part of his back, leaning in next to him. “You know, babe, the way you’re throwing back drink after drink, you look either like an alcoholic, or like something is real bad…” She spoke quietly, not wanting to bring any attention to them as she leaned in close, looking far more like a loving couple just discussing their party, than a girl telling off her… Well, boss, for drinking. “So please, drink this third more slowly, before I start receiving questions about your alcohol consumption, won’t you?”

“Fantasize?” If he didn’t have her attention before, he sure as hell had now. She leaned forward toward him, not enough to be extremely close, but enough to smell the liquor in his breath. “You’ve fantasized about me?” Of course she knew the people who bought her fleshlight bought it explicitly because of her, because it was the closest they’d ever get to her. But it was fun to hear how people thought of her when pleasuring themselves, how her face and her body were on their minds in their most blissful moments. There was a wicked grin on her lips, her tongue peeking out to run along her fuller bottom lip before her teeth followed. “Nothing compares to the real deal, guapo.”

His words made her chuckle, breath brushing against his lips. “So no getting fucked by someone else, while you’re fucking me? Well how boring that is babe.” Of course Kasia was just messing with him, teasing him with it too. After all, they weren’t strangers to threesomes, or fucking others solo, so she was certain if anyone decided to come up behind them while they were fucking, and asked to join, they’d just say yes, just wrap it up and they’d be good. Her fingers brushing gently against his cheek before he started to pull her up on his body. Good thing she’d left the underwear back at their cabin when they decided to go out and have some glasses of wine. 

Her fingers moving through his hair, she knew he’d be fairly hidden from everyone else while he played, and rather than stress, she could just moan. Little good noises escaping her, and her own body starting to ride back down against him. “Mhm, you’re a good boyfriend, aren’t you? Treating me like your queen, mhm..” She whispered to him, her fingers tugging slightly at his hair whenever he hit a real good spot. “Just like that…”

“As long as they take care of you, my princess,” and he was emphatic with the use of the possessive, a truth that remained no matter the others they entertained, “I never want a moment of pleasure to be boring for you.”  Wyatt meant that, too.  He craved excitement as much as Kasia did, and even more to make sure she was fed every ounce of it she could take.  This moment of careless display was the prelude to a feast. “Now get up here on your throne,” he whispered, drawing her up to his face, nuzzling between her thighs to find her warm and wanting and waiting.

He was definitely who had made it sexual, directing specifically at them, with his little tale of wanting to bend her together and basically use her as a fleshlight. After all, her tale had just been about toys and costumes. Not that she minded the older man to be thinking like that about her, she liked the attention, and he was an attractive one too. Oh lord, what was it about Kitty and the older men? Making a little ‘pop’ sound with her lips as she pulled back from his thumb, she looked up at him as he continued to speak without her needing to say a word. “It’d be a waste to spill the cream, wouldn’t it?” She questioned, making sure to lick her own lips as she did. “You never know. Though, maybe I could convince some friends to host a party? My friend Charlotte is here with her… I don’t even know? Her friend. Let’s say friend. They could maybe host a party. She’s just as crazy as me though, so we’d probably be naked together, on each our end of a couch playing with our tails.” Kitty mused, picking up her spoon to eat some more while he continued to speak. “Why do you think she’d have a field day with me? Is she some kitty-tamer?” She’d heard of brat tamers, that was for sure, but field days with kittens? Now that was a new thing. “Peter and Caroline. They’re my very good friends, and we sort of, hook up quite a bit. I’m almost like their pet cat. I give them affection, and they spoil me.”