Hot Stories for Cold Nights by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd Page A

Randy said.
    â€œYou told me about her,” Toy Boy said. “I can’t wait.”
    â€œWill you trust us?” Randy said. “We’ll play with some new stuff. If anything isn’t enjoyable, just say ‘no more’ and we’ll switch to something else. Fair?”
    She nodded and they both seemed to know she’d agreed.
    â€œYour clothing needs to come off,” Toy Boy said to her and she quickly complied, then put the computer on the bed beside her.
    Toy Boy looked at Randy on the screen. “You told me she was fabulous and I can believe it.”
    â€œI have good taste,” Randy said. As if he’d chosen her rather than the other way around.
    â€œGood choice. Okay, Emily, lie back and watch,” Toy Boy said.
    He’d called her Emily. He knew her name. Amazing.
    Toy Boy opened one pocket and pulled out a long, thick dildo. “This one vibrates, and this collar,” he said, showing her a thickened section about halfway down its length, “does some delicious things.” He put it on the table beside him. From another pocket he drew a slender dildo with a wide flange at the base. “An anal probe,” he said.
    â€œI know how much you like that kind of play,” Randy said.
    She couldn’t deny it.
    â€œAnd these should add to the sensations.” From a lower pocket Toy Boy pulled a chain with what looked like clothes-pins attached. “Randy, you’ve got the best connection with her. How about you do the honors?”
    She looked down both in reality and on the screen and watched him tease her nipples until they were hard and tight. Then he clipped the pins onto first one, then the other. The clips were there on the screen, all right. She looked down at her hard nipples. No clips, but the pain she felt was very real. She took in a breath to ask Randy to take them off, then the pain receded a bit and arrows of pleasure went directly to her cunt. Toy Boy pulled on the chain connecting them and the delight intensified.
    Toy Boy flipped a switch on the vibrator to show her how it worked, turned it off, and gave it to Randy, who pushed it into her already sopping pussy. Then Toy Boy flipped the switch on the base and the buzzing began. Her hips bucked. “Wow, she’s so responsive,” Toy Boy said.
    â€œI told you,” Randy responded, grinning with pleasure.
    She loved the compliments, even if it was just from two animated characters on a computer screen.
    She wanted to close her eyes and savor the ecstasy, but she didn’t want to lose the connection with Randy and Toy Boy. “Now this one,” Toy Boy said, slathering some lube onto the anal probe. While Randy played with the vibrator in her cunt, Toy Boy said, “Knees up.” When she complied, he slid the slender staff into her ass. It was too much. Hips thrashing, fists contracting, toes curling, she climaxed. Until then she’d been able to control her screams, but tonight she couldn’t. The power of her climax made her unable to control anything.
    â€œShe’s quite something,” Toy Boy said. Then he looked at her. “Next time choose Option 13. Then we can have the greatest time.”
    Option 13: The ultimate orgy. Maybe she would. Maybe she would.

Madam’s Brothel: Option 13

    T HREE MONTHS HAD PASSED SINCE EMILY FIRST FOUND Madam’s Brothel and Randy. She visited almost every evening and he was always there waiting for her. When she thought about what he did during the daytime, she actually experienced a twinge of jealousy, but when she considered that, she laughed. Jealousy? Of a character in an online game, an animation?
    She had to admit, though, there was a connection. A physic connection. He made her feel things she never expected to feel, pleasures of the flesh, as the romance novels she enjoyed might say. She no longer felt embarrassed about any of the games they’d played.
    â€œLet’s celebrate your