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A Delicate Balance
by
Carmenica Diaz
Part 15: An Intimate Gathering.
And the music played.
Although, the three young men and one woman found it difficult to concentrate on their music, they did manage to keep in tune, to follow the notes.
As they played, they glanced uneasily at William and then back to their music.
The young woman in the black and white dress found the sight particularly disturbing. Pressing the cello between her thighs, she tried to avoid looking at the huge, glistening penis that protruded from William’s denuded groin!
How could a man allow that to happen to him?
How could a real man want to be exposed like that?
Licking her lips, she sawed firmly at the cello, staring fixedly at the sheet music on the art deco music stand and tried to avoid looking at William’s glistening cock!
She could not help but wonder what such a cock would feel like, how it would fill her while she stroked those magnificently muscular arms
Determinedly, she sawed at her violin. Her movements were thrusting and firm, while, under her smart black and white frock, her thighs were just a little sticky!
William listened to what he once would have called "old timers music" and tried to work out what was happening. He could also hear murmurs as the catering staff worked around him but he was still ignorant as to what was exactly occurring. It was surreal but he had no inkling what was in store for him!
His ears strained at every sound beyond the music, trying to understand who was in the room. How many people were seeing him like this!
Naked and hard!
Under the leather hood, he almost wept with shame while his straining cock glistened with small tears of its own!
What was going on?
What is that evil bitch doing to me?
He was blind! The hood eyeholes were firmly closed; he could only imagine what was happening and, of course, his imagination exaggerated everything! Every noise, every time one of the catering staff swept by with eyes averted, William imagined that someone was inspecting him.
Of course, some of the women in the catering staff were openly looking at him and some of the more devilish wondered if they dared to walk closely by William and accidentally brush the straining cock!
What would it feel like?
Eyes wide, the more brazen of the young women licked their lips while studying the rigid, pulsing cock while they filled glasses with French champagne. The women smiled nervously at each other, perhaps guessing what the other was thinking and, therefore, knowing their thoughts!
Some of the young men watched the females with eyes narrowed with jealously. The more knowing of the young men in the catering staff, began to chat some of their companions up, guessing that some of the young women were a little aroused and potential sexual partners after work was finished!
However, the young women irritably shrugged off the sexual advancements of their colleagues and continued to take in every detail of William’s muscular body as they hurried by with trays of champagne.
Look at that, silent voices screamed inside the heads of the catering staff women, muscles rippling and gleaming with oil, and that long, fat, cut cock.
Imagine that filling you! So fat, so hard so long!
Their eyes always returned to William’s rigid cock.
One small fact reverberated within the heads of the young women!
That fat hard cock was a testament to male power but it was, clearly, controlled by a woman! A woman who was using that sexuality for her own ends!
That one thought made the women flush with arousal and dreams of possibilities! The young, pallid males of the catering staff could never compete with that!
The small orchestra, some how, managed to complete Autumn Leaves. They turned the music sheets over with shaky hands and with a comforting nod to each other, began to play I’ve Got You Under My Skin.
They had played at Ms Bergman’s parties before but there had never been such an explicit sexual display on the previous occasions.
The three young men determinedly sawed their violins while keeping their eyes on the sheet music. Sweat was forming under their shirts and they wondered what they would be forced to witness as the evening progressed!
However, the young woman was becoming more and more comfortable with the situation. In fact, she smiled slyly at her companion’s obvious discomfort. It made her feel powerful and in control.
She sawed her cello with deep thrusts and her eyes continually wandered to William’s dripping thick cock and large modified balls.
So masculine, so powerful but controlled by a woman.
As she energetically played, the young woman wondered what it would feel like to tease a man to such a point of arousal and then deny him satisfaction until she had achieved her goal!
Until she was satisfied!
Delectable!
And then she would make him in sleep in the wet spot!
The straining cock had first attracted her attention but now she found her eyes kept returning to his balls!
Plump, big, full balls! Hanging like a crop of ripe pink apples below the pointing phallus!
Elaine ran to the doorway and Ms Bergman turned from her inspection of William to watch her breathless assistant.
‘Ms Bergman, the first cars have arrived!’
Ms Bergman glanced at the ornate Grandfather clock near the entrance hall and smiled.
Her guests were punctual!
Ms Bergman liked punctuality!
Of course, all her guests realised that Ms Bergman had what some called a punctuality fetish! They knew better than to be late. Lateness meant no further invitations to one of the famous Berman exhibitions!
Mai Ling appeared at Ms Bergman’s elbow and smiled possessively at Elaine as if to say, I’m here with her while you are nothing but a door person!
‘Greet the guests, Elaine,’ Ms Bergman said. ‘Mai Ling, you take their coats!’
Elaine smiled thinly at that and as she and Mai Ling hurried to the front door, she whispered, ‘you are a hatcheck girl, a slut!’
‘You shut mouth! I kill you!’
Their bickering was silenced by the sonorous tones of the doorbell!
Ms Bergman stood in the centre of the room, carefully positioned so that her guests would see her and then, immediately, William! She enjoyed the way the expressions of her guests changed dramatically from a polite, bland greeting smile to an expression of consternation, mingled with lust and embarrassment.
It was, after all, all part of the art!
‘Candace, darling!’
Ms Bergman knew who it was before turning.
‘Eloise,’ she said with a smile as the other woman moved forward to kiss Ms Bergman’s cheeks.
As she did, Eloise saw William!
Her pale eyes narrowed with undisguised lust and amusement.
‘Candace,’ she whispered softly in Ms Bergman’s ear as she kissed the other woman's cheek, ‘you are, without a doubt, the όber-bitch!’
Ms Bergman planted a dry, impeccably discreet peck on the other woman’s cheek and smiled.
‘As usual, you are correct. Champagne?’
‘Always!’
The young woman offered the tray with champagne glasses
The doorbell rang and Candace said brightly as she accepted a glass of champagne, 'that will be the mayor. He has a new slut. I think he calls her his personal assistant. I've forgotten her name.'
'Eloise,' Ms Bergman said to her friend, 'one never refers to sluts by name!'
'Of course,' Eloise murmured, feeling slightly chastised, sipping champagne, 'how silly of me.'
Ms Bergman turned to greet the Mayor who was striding towards her, his arm around a young woman in an incredibly tight red dress. The mayor, who was almost sixty, had a possessive grip on the young woman. The young woman appeared to be twenty years old at the most.
'How good of you to come,' Candace purred.
The mayo had his practised political smile plastered over his portly face but that smile faltered for a few second when he saw William.
'My Lord,' he whispered.
The young woman gaped at William's large cock and Ms Bergman noticed her eyes were wide and fixed on William's plump pink balls.
She knows where the masculine weakness is!
'Candace,' the mayor recovered, 'entertaining as always. This is Britney, my new assistant...'
Ms Bergman smiled coldly at Britney who immediately felt weak and vulnerable under the gaze of the older woman. Something told her this was a powerful woman who could see threw Britney's thin pretence.
'M...ms Bergman,' Britney murmured, eyes darting away.
'How charming,' was all Ms Bergman said but to the young woman, the words of the older woman meant everything, said everything and Britney was deeply humiliated. 'Champagne?' Candace asked the mayor.
The doorbell rang again.
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Story continues in Part 16 – to be published soon.
Carmenica Diaz
The story up to part 9 available as a downloadable PDF file at my home page or can be read on-line in its entirety here and at my blog. Links to my blog and to all my work are available from my homepage. There are also downloadable previews and on-line previews of other works. Also all my free stories are archived there.
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