Private Pleasures by Bertrice Small Page A

done, Red."
"Want to play?" she teased wickedly.
Both men grinned broadly.
"First I want my massage, Rolfie," she told them.
"Table is all set up for madam," he answered her.
The two men toweled Nora off, and then when Kyle had pinned up her damp hair, he helped her onto the table. Nora almost dozed off as Rolf massaged her front side. His hands were both gentle and strong. Her firm breasts seemed to grow even firmer with his attentions. The heel of his palm, pressed firmly on her mons, however, brought her fully awake again. His handsome face was devoid of any expression, but she knew he had done it deliberately. A finger massaged oil into her clitoris and the hood over it, but just as she was beginning to feel a little tingle he spoke.
"Turn over, Nora." And he helped her to flip.
He massaged her shoulders and she could feel the tension draining away. His strong hands smoothed down her long back, finally reaching her buttocks. Rolf's fingers kneaded her now-firm ass, the edge of one hand sliding down the crease between her buttocks. Fascinated, she forced herself to relax as the hand moved between the cheeks of her ass as deep as it could go. The room was silent. She did not see Rolf nod meaningfully to Kyle, but she felt the two halves of her ass being pulled apart, and as quickly the sensation of something rubbing against her anus very softly.
"Wha . . . ?" she tried to speak.
"It's alright, Nora. We're just showing you something new," Rolf told her. "We aren't going to do anything you aren't ready for, sweetie."
The slick finger stroked a spot she had never thought to be touched. It was rather exciting, and sent a small frisson of pleasure through her. Nora didn't know whether to be shocked by her reaction or not. When she felt him begin to blow softly there, she shivered. She actually wiggled a bit. The hands holding her ass cheeks apart released her, but the finger remained, and Nora could not help herself. She squeezed that finger even as she felt her face grow warm with a guilty blush.
"I think someone is going to be ready soon for a nice ass fuck," Rolf said.
"Not yet." Kyle's voice was almost angry.
Rolf actually laughed as he withdrew his finger and, going over to the double sink, washed his hands before resuming the massage. When he had finished with her legs, thighs, calves, and feet, he smacked Nora's bottom a light whack. "All done, sweetie." Then he helped her off the table.
"Let's have some of that wonderful wine I had earlier," Nora said in an attempt to break the tension. What an incredible fantasy world this was. Kyle was jealous of Rolf. And Rolf was enjoying torturing Kyle over her. Could her sense of self-worth get any better? She wanted that sense to carry over into her other world. She needed it to fight Jeff and win.
They went into the bedroom, with its huge bed, and Kyle poured them three goblets of Sweet Scarlet. He raised his glass. "To Nora," he said.
Rolf nodded. "To Nora, and to new sexual explorations."
"To the both of you, who make me feel so damned good," Nora toasted them back. Then she downed half of the wine. "I want to make love again before my wake-up call, boys," she said to them. "Drink up!"
But the two men put aside their wine, sandwiching her instead between them.
"Too much wine always leads to too little cock," Rolf said. He was standing behind her, his penis between the cheeks of her ass, his hands wrapped firmly about her breasts, thumbs rubbing against her sensitive nipples.
He needed to be brought down a bit, Nora considered. Rolf was getting a bit above his station. She drew away from him, her eyes meeting Kyle's in a silent understanding that she knew pleased him. "I believe I'm the one directing this ménage ŕ trois, Rolfie. You are my slave, aren't you? And your mistress is in the mood for a little cunnilingus. Is your tongue as skillful at that task as it is talking, Rolfie?"
He took her by the hand and led her to the bed. "If my mistress will lie back, I will endeavor to