Author Note: This was inspired by watching a friend in the Female Submission room in chat... and the resulting one on one time afterwards.
She appeared in the doorway. The light from the moon, shining through the windows behind her, silhouetted her body in all its exquisite detail. Shoulder length hair, tousled from the evenings activities, seemed translucent with the backlighting. The dark shadow of her curvy figure, perfectly outlined in bright moonlight, was a sight to behold. Elegant, feminine, irresistible. The outline of a Goddess.
Moments passed with her silhouette framed in the doorway, as she waited to be beckoned into the room.
"Are they all gone?" a masculine, deep voice breaks the silence in the dark room.
"Yes Sir." she says cautiously, with some trepidation. "Was I a good girl tonight?"
"Baby you were the best." His disembodied voice echoes from the dark. Firm, with just a hint of warm appreciation.
She relaxes, just slightly, knowing she has pleased him. It's all she wants... to please him. If that means offering herself up to a room of his friends to take her turn by turn while their wives look on, then that's what she wants to do. Her naked body offered as entertainment, to be enjoyed and observed by all. She had sucked all seven of their cocks one by one, to the appreciation of all who watched. She had taken load after load on - and in - every part of her body. Most men cumming twice, or even three times over the course of the long evening.
As she walks into the room the moonlight glints off the splotches of cum still sticking to her heavenly form. Dripping down off her breasts, from her chin, and from between her legs, where her well-used smooth pussy still throbs from all of the fucking and licking.
"Take a shower and clean up. It's my turn." The voice says.
"Yes Sir." She says softly.
While she showers he replays the scene from the night in his head. Watching her perform so expertly... sucking, fucking, moaning, orgasming and sweating... it's an aphrodisiac. His sense of magnanimity for offering his lovely girl up for all to use gives him a great sense of pride. It also cements him as alpha. Sure, they can all use her, but at the end of the evening, when everyone goes home, they all know he's the one she's been saving her absolute best for. He's the one who gets to share in her reflections on the night. He's the one who gets to sleep next to her warm, perfect body. He's the one who holds her hopes, dreams and fantasies.
He's also the only one who ever gets her to himself.
She emerges from the bathroom. Fresh, smelling of the finest soap and shampoo. Drying her hair with a towel, her arms above her head, her round breasts jiggle in the moonlight with each step.
He flicks on the reading light next to his large, comfortable leather chair and becomes visible for the first time. Still dressed in his steel gray suit and white dress shirt, the light seems to spotlight him. Strong, commanding and yet relaxed, shadows highlighting his athletic frame under the fabric of his expensive suit.
