Madame B: Ecstasy

The music soared, and Anna tried to strike her pose but failed. She abandoned herself to the waves that washed over her, aware that her face would be contorting and her arms and legs shaking with sheer physical pleasure. She let her eyes close because if this was professional suicide, she didn't want to see it happening. As she heard the first gasps from the audience, she was aware of a presence at her side. Joey. He had leaped up onto the runway to kiss her, shielding her bucking body from the cameras and sliding his tongue subtly in and out of her mouth, muffling her cries.

"Oh, angel," he sighed, "you were amazing." And he held her while her pulsating body relaxed. Then Joey picked her up and carried her over his shoulder back up the catwalk. The audience was silent for a few seconds. Then one clap turned into a deafening round of applause. The crowd screamed and whistled, calling their names, willing them back for more.

Backstage, Joey gently set Anna down. She slapped his face as hard as she could. "What the fuck do you think you were doing?" she screamed. "That could have been the end of my career. And you've completely upstaged Alessandro. Jesus, Joey, what were you thinking?"

Joey smiled. "I think, my beautiful slave, that I was making you come harder than you ever knew you could," he said, wrapping an arm around Anna's waist, crushing her dress. "And I think that now I'm going to take you to your dressing room and do it again." He steered her to her private room and closed the door behind them. He knelt at her feet and effortlessly lifted up her expensive dress to reveal her pink panties, now soaked with her juices. Joey put his face between Anna's legs, breathing in her musky scent. "I can smell and taste how turned on you were up there," he breathed. He hooked his thumbs under the sliver of lace and slid it down to her ankles in one swift movement. His hands were on her then, thumbs tracing her swollen pussy and finally her clitoris, which was still tender to the touch, far too sensitive for Anna to enjoy Joey's hands on it, so that all she could do was shiver and squirm. "Your clit might not be able to take any more," said Joey, "but the rest of you sure fucking can." He got to his feet and spun Anna around so that she was looking at herself in the dressing room mirror: flushed and smudged, a fallen angel dressed in rags and tatters. Joey took Anna by her tousled dark hair and pushed her forward. Bent double at the waist, she rested her arms on her dressing table and closed her eyes, desperate for a moment's peace and solitude.

Instead she heard the familiar clunk of Joey's belt buckle unfastening, and before Anna had time to open her eyes, he had used one knee to part her legs and pushed himself inside her. Anna was wet enough for him, but so spent by her intense climax that she wasn't sure she could take Joey's vigorous thrusting. She opened her eyes. He was behind her, pulling her hair so that she had to face the mirror, one eyebrow raised as he rammed into her over and over again, daring her to quit now. His face, earlier so playful, was suddenly deadly serious. She saw his eyes dart all over her perfect body, and she knew he was horny just watching himself fuck her. He didn't know whether to feast on the sight of her ass or gaze at her bouncing little tits in the mirror, Anna could tell, and the most scrutinized, ogled, and photographed woman on the planet was getting off on it. Their mutual narcissism made her heart beat a little faster. She bent lower to show off her ass and to see more of him in the mirror. He was still wearing the battered military jacket he was famous for. Joey drove his dick into Anna so hard that her whole body jolted. Intense as it was, Anna wanted more. As if reading her mind, he placed his thumb in her mouth to lubricate it, and then deftly slid it into her ass.

With his thumb, Joey slid in and out of Anna's ass in time to his thrusting into her pussy. A shiver that began in her pelvis flowed along her limbs, numbing her arms and legs. She was oblivious to everything but the tingle deep inside her. The longer it lasted, the more she wanted it. Unable to believe she could reach another climax so soon but powerless to resist the sensations Joey created in her body, Anna surrendered to the surge of seizures that sent pins and needles rushing through her, and, writhing like an eel, she cried out this time, a long, low, wordless moan that told Joey all he needed to know.

Joey didn't let her ride out the orgasm. As her pulsing pussy hugged his erect cock, he slid his thumb out of Anna's ass. He reached forward, desperately feeling for her tits, fingers ripping through the chiffon of her top and tearing the fabric that covered one breast, rolling nipples between expert fingers, pulling on her tits, and turning her moans to screams. Anna looked like some kind of tortured mermaid, her long silver skirts like mercury on her coltish limbs but her top half naked and vulnerable, her beautiful face contorted in ecstasy. Joey kept his hands on her nipples as he came seconds later, his head buried in her shoulder. Anna could feel every inch of his dick inside her as it quivered and jerked.

As their legs gave way and they collapsed into a pile of bones and cloth on the floor, Anna could feel her own ejaculate mixing with Joey's spunk trailing down her legs. The fabric of the skirt was sticky against her; the dress was ruined. She would have to pay Alessandro for it. Fuck it. She could afford it, and that had definitely been a sixty-grand fuck.

With the tenderness that always followed their love-making, Joey peeled the fabric that was stuck to Anna's body, softly kissing his semen away from her thighs, using a wet towel to wipe the sweat from between her breasts. She returned the favor, gently pulling back his foreskin to wash under it with her tongue in a way that made him shiver.

They slipped back into the clothes they'd arrived in and shared a glass of champagne. There was a knock on the door. "Anna, darling?" came a familiar voice. She came back to earth with a bump. Oh shit. It was Alessandro, come to tell her she would never work for him again. His beautiful dress was a crumpled heap in the corner, covered in sweat and spunk. How was she going to explain this to him? She didn't have to. Joey opened the door, cigarette dangling from his lip and flashed Alessandro his most charming grin. "We've got a confession to make," he said. "I'm afraid I couldn't wait to ravish your favorite model, so I've made rather a mess of your dress."

"Darling!" said Alessandro, air-kissing Joey. "You can wash the car with it for all I care. You two were fabulosa. You've paid for that dress a million times with all the publicity you've created for me tonight."

"You're very generous," said Joey and pulled Alessandro toward him and kissed him full on the lips, lingering for just a second. The designer, clearly as delighted as he was shocked, backed out of the dressing room giggling, lost for words. Ooh, thought Anna, as she had visions of the three of them entwined on expensive sheets somewhere.

At the after-showparty, Anna and Joey stole the show again. Drunk on champagne and lust, they flirted with strangers and enjoyed the attention but came together to kiss whenever the photographers had their backs turned. They returned to their hotel at daybreak, a clear blue sky lighting their way through the Italian streets. Passing a newsstand, they had their driver pick up a newspaper. A picture of their kiss dominated the front page. ANNA AND JOEY: IT'S LOVE! screamed the headline. No one had noticed Anna's public orgasm or Joey's remote-control handset.

"Well, my beautiful slave," said Joey, sliding his hand down Anna's top and massaging the underside of her breast, "it looks like we got away with it again. We're unstoppable, you and I. But you know what this means?" Anna was struck by a sudden panic that for Joey, now that their relationship was public, the "game" was over. But he continued. "This means that the bar has been raised. We now have to find ever-more beautiful and extraordinary ways to enjoy each other." The look in Joey's eyes reassured Anna that he was already planning their next adventure. She rolled down the window, breathed in the cold city air, and shivered with anticipation.