Pixie Pt. 01 Ch. 10: Getting It On

Sarah and I walked back to the hotel after the Concert. As we talked, we held hands and discovered that not only did we have the same musical tastes, we even had some mutual acquaintances. We had a quick smooch.

I so hoped that my friend Emm, with whom she had had an erotic encountered earlier, would be preoccupied with the gorgeous American, Anne, whom my new lover, Emily, had brought into our budding relationship. If that sounds complicated, it is because it was.

Emmanuelle (Emm) was an old friend, a stunning blonde, with a figure to die for, and it was just her way that, despite the fact she could see I had a crush on Sarah, who was the BBC announcer for the radio, she had to fuck her. Women wanted to fuck Emm. But what few knew was that Emm had a secret desire to be dominated, used, and degraded.

Emily, whom I had met the previous day at the hotel where we were both staying for the concert I was organising, had seduced me and introduced me to a rich American friend of hers, Anne, who ran, among other things, a stable of submissives. When last heard of, at lunchtime, Emm and Anne seemed to have been coming to some sort of agreement.

Unselfishly, given my crush on Emm, I hoped she would get what she craved from Anne. The best a flat-chested midget like me could so for Emm was to spank her and call her bad names; I made a most unconvincing dominatrix. Four foot ten inches, with the flattest of chests and a boyish figure, Miss Whiplash I wasn't. Selfishly, given my lusting after Sarah, I also hoped Anne and Emm had come to an arrangement; but there was always the chance that Emily would bag Sarah. Oh well, time would tell.

Being so close to the Concert Hall, the hotel did post-concert suppers. It was a set menu but allowed one to wind down. I'd arranged to see Emm, Anne and Emily, who were duly ensconced in the conservatory, laughing and giggling, and finishing off what seemed to be a second bottle of champagne. Wandering over, I introduced Sophie to them, and vice-versa.

'Pixie,' Emily laughed, 'I'm relieved, it means you may get laid tonight.'

Anne intervened as I blushed and before I could even look at Sophie, Emm was also blushing.

'Yes, Emm here is helping us celebrate the last orgasm she will have for a while, no fucks for you my new pet.'

Emm blushed, as Anne openly groped her breasts, squeezing the nipples.

In her sophisticated London way, Sarah reacted as though they were discussing the concert, but she winked at me in a way which made my heart miss a beat. She squeezed my thigh.

'Yes, Emm is Anne's new pet, and will be trained, won't you, Emm? Why don't you tell Pixie and, Sarah is it, what you are wearing under that black dress?'

Blushing crimson, Emm spoke.

'My owner has forbidden me to wear panties or a bra, and I am fitted with a bejewelled butt plug to open my anal passage so that Mistress Anne can take me up it.'

Oh, my giddy aunt, I thought. Emm was, finally, living her dream of being owned by a powerful woman with a depraved imagination.

'Yes,' Emily added, 'and having made the new pet cum three times this afternoon - messy little fucker that she is - she will be eating Anne and me out this evening before we drench her in piss. So no room for flat-chested midgets, Pixie.'

This was all said as though it were a comment on the weather. But Sarah chimed in with gallantry.

'I'm not complaining, some good things come in small packages, and this small package is spending the night with me, aren't you Pixie?'

I wanted to say, 'yes, yes, oh fuck yes, take me away and feed me to you,' but confined myself to agreeing, and thanking her.

The ice being, so to say, thoroughly broken, we had a pretty lively supper, the salmon fillet and samphire going down a treat, as Emily and Anne caressed various parts of Emm, who seemed to have died and gone to lesbian heaven. Sarah and I cuddled close, and she kissed me full on the lips.

The adrenaline rush of the concert had left both of us on a high, but watching Anne subject Emm's tits to a public mauling, while Emily was blatantly touching her between her legs, made things even hotter. Being out in the small conservatory had its advantages. The waitress, who appeared from time to time, seemed not to mind.

I was sure I was the only one who would have wanted dessert, but I wanted Sarah even more, so eschewed it. Emily asked for the bill, which Anne paid in fifty-pound notes, adding one for the waitress for, as she put it, 'being a good girl.' As we left, I could see Anne saying something to the waitress.

Emm moved as though she had something up her ass, which, of course, we now knew she did. We all headed for the lift.

Once the door was closed, Anne ordered Emm to raise her dress and show us her plug. Watching my gorgeous, rich, confident friend bend over in public and display her plugged ass was, to be frank, such a turn on, I was glad I was wearing panties. Anne gave the jewel a twist, and Emm moaned.

'Down, pet,' Anne ordered as the lift reached our floor.

Sarah and I got out, and as the door closed, we saw Emm flashing her tits.

'Fuck, Pixie, I had no idea that friend of yours was so kinky.'

'Well, Sarah, I am all in favour of someone, preferably you, fucking Pixie, and I fear I knew that Emm was a submissive.'

She pulled me into her.

'And are you one you divine little strumpet, you?'

'Tippy toes kiss?' I asked.

She nodded.

She was much taller than me, so, rising on my tippy toes, I put my arms around her neck and kissed her sweet lips, before pulling away.

'I just like to please,' I responded.

We got to her suite, and once inside she pulled me to her. We fell together on the bed.

'Just let me get something, darling Pixie.'

And with that, she disappeared into the palatial bathroom. I waited...