The following is an excerpt from Rum Balls: Lusty Lee Log 13. I am posting it for two purposes: for your enjoyment and to attempt to solicit your interest in possibly becoming my writing partner. The beginning has been added to make this excerpt readable as a stand-along story. As always, Lee herself is telling the story.

Rum Balls

I'm so close to the Cyber Culprit, the villain that I've been chasing that I can almost taste him. He'll be here tonight at the swingers' club, I can almost taste it. He had eluded me at Hendricks, but he wouldn't elude me tonight.

As always, my life was getting in the way, getting in the way in the shape of Michael Rayburn, my client and my lover. I cursed myself, not for the first time, for not leaving Michael well enough alone.

Since swinging clubs are for couples, I was here with Eric, my bisexual assistant. We were both wearing leather outfits, tight, soft, sexy.

"Body shots!" reverberates the DJ's voice. "Get your body shots!" There's a rustling at the corner of the dance floor as one of the bar staff unfolds a large massage table. I know from past experience that someone, usually female, was meant to strip nude or mostly nude and lie on the table. Others would dribble alcohol onto her, then lick and suck it off her body. "And tonight, we have something special," the DJ continues. "Rum balls!"

I pull Eric over to the massage table and quickly strip down to my panties. My tummy is almost flat, thanks to the MMA exercise routine Eric has me on. My nipples engorge at the prospect of alcohol being sucked off them by strangers' lips and tongues. The bartender brings out two bowls of rum balls, one white, the other dark, and places it next to the massage table. "Get your body shots," the DJ repeats. "Straight up or rum balls!"

I pick up one of the rum balls. It's slightly moist. I bite off half. The outside is rum-soaked cookie crumble and nuts. Inside is a round chocolate mold which I bite into. Custard bursts out of the mold and dribbles out of my mouth, down my throat and between my breasts. The custard is cold at first, then warms and turns gooey. This is going to be fun! I mash the rest of the rum ball into Eric's mouth.

When my assistant has succeeded in swallowing part of the rum ball, I pull his right ear down to my mouth, "Watch to see if someone is trying to film me."

He nods uncertainly.

I pull his ear even closer to my lips. "Under no circumstances are you to intervene," I hiss.

He nods.

I climb onto the table, lie on my back and close my eyes. Several fingers trace up and down the sides of my torso and legs. Cologne wafts, then disappears. Then nothing. I open my eyes. A man in a black mask is staring down at me. Beside him is a thin white woman. She's wearing only a black leather collar and bikini bottom. A leash is attached.

"Would you like to suck her breasts?" the masked man asks. His mask bulges around his eyes with thin black latex covering from the top of his face down to the tip of his nose and strapped below his chin. His entire torso is covered in the same black latex.

I nod and he pulls her down such that her right nipple is between my lips, her blonde hair falling around my face. I shut my eyes and suck. Her nipple, now the size of my pinky, thrusts out into my mouth. She smiles down at me as her left nipple is moved into position. As I suck, I feel a hand move up between my legs, touch the bottom of my panties. I relax for the sensations to come but the hand vanishes and the nipple pulls gently away.

I open my eyes to see Black Mask smiling down at me and gesturing towards his woman. "May she remove your panties?"

I nod and feel my panties being pulled down my legs, letting in a cool draft.

He begins to roll a rum ball under around and between my breasts in a figure-8 pattern. "Hard or soft?" he asks.

"Thorough." Something between his extremes seems safer.

He breaks open the rum ball and extracts the hard chocolate core. He momentarily holds it between his teeth, then masticates it while looking down at me with mastery and glee.

At my feet, I feel something being mashed onto my big toes. The custard from the rum balls dribbles down the soles of my feet, tingling and curling my toes. Lips envelop one of my big toes and suck. A tickle jolts up my spine. Fingers dance up and down the sole of my other foot snapping spasms up and down the other side of my body. I grip the sides of the table to stop the thrashings of my body from tossing me off the table.

Then there's a half a rum ball covering each of my nipples. The balls rotate slowly, the rum infused inside providing just enough lubrication to offset the friction from the rough cookie-crumble and nut mixture but still pin my back to the table with the force of the pleasure pushing down and into my breasts.

"Just you, just me," his soft voice whispers into my ear. "No WiFi, no phones, no Google, no FaceBook. Are you ready to be pleasured?"

I'm about to whisper back 'yes', but he twists the rum balls in the opposite direction and jolts of delight freeze the air inside my lungs.

A new voice from above asks, "May we cut in?"

The masked man mutters, "Sure."

I'm immediately covered by more fingers than I can count. Strong male hands squeeze my breasts and I open my eyes. The arms to my left are white and scrawny, the two on my left are thick and black. Below, something dribbles into my belly button and is then immediately sucked out with a mixture of tickle and arousal. Fingernails play with my pubic hair while softer fingers tease up my legs. Two shots of whiskey splash onto my breasts which are quickly licked clean. Below, a finger teases my pussy lips.

"Bye, sweetie," calls a female voice from below and I'm alone.

But almost immediately Black Mask returns. He holds a rum ball in front of my face as he pulls his submissive towards him with the leash. She smiles down at me. "What would you like to eat, this rum ball, or her?" He hugs his submissive close.

"Both."

He smiles and peels off the outer part of the rum ball, feeding it to me piece by piece. When he gets to the chocolate core, he holds it between thumb and forefinger before carefully placing it in my belly button.

Then he helps his submissive up onto the table, sliding her knees into my armpits and I stare up into her steely blue eyes. She edges closer and I see that her pubic hair is blonde as well. Her only scent is chocolate with a bit of rum. She slowly lowers her sex onto my mouth and I flick my tongue upwards. Finally there's a female smell, sharp and pungent. She's wet, not from my tongue, but from her own arousal. She tastes first chocolate, then salt, then vinegar. She moans and strokes the side of my head.

Her pussy lips are small and delicate, barely there. But her whole vulva has engorged with blood, making it hard and hot. Her little pleasure button is even harder. I lick and suck and she moans again, louder.

Below a rum ball rolls around my pubic mound, up and down my thighs. Then I bend my knees and it slides up and down my slit. The ball returns to the center of my pubic prominence, then stops. Slowly, but inexorably, the rum ball is pressed into my pubic mound until it begins to fall apart.

"How does this feel?" he wants to know.

I try to answer, but she's grinding her sex hard into my mouth.

Then the ball bursts and custard dribbles down between my legs.

"What does this feel like?" I want to tell him that it feels like heaven my pussy's gone to heaven.

The woman above me clenches her sex tight. Then convulsions begin to ripple inside and down into her thighs which are pressed against my cheeks. Her taste turns sweet and creamy and I realize that custard is dribbling out of her vagina. I lap it up. Cunt custard! There's little bits of chocolate in with the custard. Sex and chocolate and custard--all of my favorite things.

In a moment, her contractions subside and the masked man helps her off the table.

He holds another rum ball up for me to see, then places it atop my pubic prominence and pushes. "How does this feel?"

"Anticipation, potential."

"Savor the reality in the present tense." He grinds down, mashing the rum ball hard enough that it begins to disintegrate. "And this?"

"Hard and sexy."

"Good--reality in the present touch." He pushes all the way down and the ball falls apart, custard dribbling down into my sex. "And now?"

"Like heaven petting my pussy."

"Such a sexual woman you are. Tell me what you like."

"I like a man who takes me without asking questions."

"Shut your eyes."

I obey, glad that Eric's watching what needs to be watched. Pieces of rum ball fall onto my torso. Two halves are placed over my nipples and gently rotated. More pieces of rum ball fall onto my chest. The smell of rum bites into my sinuses. The balls atop my nipples are rotated again, grinding against the sides of my engorged nipples.

Below lips kiss my pubic hair, then down my inner thigh. When the lips come back up, they are centered right below my pussy. A faint groan escapes my lips as I feel warmth and moistness swell inside my sex. A tongue darts up and down my pussy and my wetness escapes outside to lubricate my pussy lips. A finger pokes inside and I have to grip the sides of the table to absorb the jolt up my spine.

Then something else is in my pussy. Warm and round. Then another, and another. Is she putting custard balls up my cunt? They feel warm and slippery and succulent. The creamy sweet smell of chocolate mingles with the rum's aromas of alcohol and molasses.

Her hands leave me and there are only his hands massaging rum and cookie crumble and custard up and down my torso, caressing the rough and smooth mixture over around and into my breasts. His power penetrates down to my sex and I spread my legs, dangling my calves and feet over the sides of the table. But he continues to concentrate on my breasts, ignoring the invitation below.

"Touch me," I breathe.

His hands move lower, press against the sides of my pubic bone and pull up. I suck all the air in the universe into my lungs knowing I'll never breathe again.

But he lets me breathe again, rubbing in round circles, slowly arousing the fires within my sex. His fingers are different than Michael's. Michael's had been precise, targeted. His are everywhere at once, sometimes soft, sometimes hard, pleasuring all over all at once.

One hand cups my entire vulva, squeezing my inner pussy lips and clit between my outer lips, as if they were meat inside a sandwich. The other hand presses my pubic bone. He contracts the hand embracing my vulva while pulling up against my pubic bone. The fires within my cunt beg to be let out!

Keening noises sound within my throat. "Please," I beg.

But his hands show no reaction, continuing with their rotations and squeezings. He relaxes the pressure on my vulva and pushes down on my pubic bone, stirring the torrid passions within. The hand on my vulva presses down while the hand on my pubic bone pulls up expanding and stoking my interior cauldron. He pulls up on my vulva forcing heat to contract while his other hand rotates, stirring the roiling contents inside my cunt.

Then he releases his grip on my vulva. Something warm and gooey oozes out of my pussy. The custard! His fingers massage it all over my sex, slipping and sliding with the excess lubrication. Little pieces of chocolate prick against my skin then melt away.

Slowly the custard is pressed aside or absorbed into my skin and I can feel the surface of his fingers again, every whorl against my skin, stroking my pussy lips, brushing up and down my clit, kneading my engorged outer lips.

Hands above cup my breasts, then stroke in circular motions, slowly at first, then accelerating as they move inexorably towards my nipples. Her fingers are delicate, soft, unlike the larger, more powerful fingers below. The sensations coalesce, my whole body hot.

Then everything stops. The tips of two fingers press just below my pussy. I'm aware of bits of rum ball and custard coating my body. But that fades away leaving only the two fingertips. My whole consciousness is sucked into these two points of pressure.

The two fingers move up, slowly, ever so slowly. They poke into the lower edge of my pussy. Up they slide. Then in, pushing my pussy wider for them to slip inside. My juices gush out to greet them. The first knuckles pause their process, then push wider and inside. The second knuckles slide in without pause, all the way in.

As slowly as the fingers had penetrated they withdraw until just the tips are teasing against he bottoms of my pussy lips. They slide back in, faster this time and the hands return to my breasts, squeezing and caressing. Another hand reaches below and grabs a buttock, then slides up to my lower back, pulling my hips up and into the two fingers plunging in and out of my sex.

I'm dimly aware of other fingers, other hands and lips, of alcohol being spilled and sucked, of rum balls being mashed and spread. But only the two fingers inside my vagina hold any power over me.

The fingers inside join and intertwine into a spiral and rotate as they go in, rotate as they recede. All the air inside my lungs is sucked away. The universe collapses into the spiral fingers rotating in and out of me.

Then the fingers stroke my g-spot, just lightly enough to show they know it's there, to show that they have complete and total control of me. The fingers stop their thrusts, separate out of their spiral and circle around the outer edges of my pleasure spot. Like wolves circling their prey.

Someone is licking my belly button, someone else sucks a nipple into their mouth, someone else kneads my other breast with both hands. The wolves circle. Custard is drizzled into my pubic hair and massaged until it's sticky. The wolves circle. A tongue licks my pubic hair and sucks strands into his mouth. The wolves circle. Hands lightly caress my breasts. The wolves nuzzle. Liquid pours onto my belly and a hand pushes it into my pubic hair. The wolves breathe down my spine. Tongues lap at the alcohol-softened custard.

Then there is only fingers inside me. They move together, right on top of my g-spot, pressing lightly enough to inhale my lungs full of oxygen, pressing with just enough force to draw all sensation into their tips. Then they curl and stroke. The first stroke lights my cunt on fire. The second stroke lubricates the fire. The third stroke tightens every muscle in my body. The forth stroke collapses my cunt hard around the fingers inside. The forth stroke explodes contraction, wave after wave inside my cunt, up my spine, down to my toes.

"No!" I scream. "No!" This can't end. But a contraction in my neck chokes off my protest. Gradually the fury of the convulsions subside into gentle waves of warmth.

Then he kisses me, full on the lips. "Catching you with rum balls was so much better than catching you with a Pokon Go Ball."

I heard his voice through the fog of orgasm, comforting, deep, throaty. I was under warm water, held safe from all the cares of the world. But dimly I became aware that I'd heard his voice before. At Hendricks. Ranting against people hooking up through computers instead of face-to-face. My eyes shocked open. This wasn't just some random swinger! I tried to sit up. But the sub's leash was attached to my collar and my neck wrenched to one side.

Black Mask and his blonde sub were leaving. I tried to call to Eric, but the force on my collar choked off my words. I gestured violently towards my assistant. Then I saw Eric. The entire front of his shorts were filled with rum balls. Custard oozed out onto his thighs. He could barely walk.

I got the collar off and sprinted out to the lobby. Everyone was looking at me. I looked down. I was nude, dark chocolate and yellow custard spread all over me. Even if I'd had car keys, I was too messy to give chase.

Two hours later, Eric and I were back in my apartment, he looking silly in my terry cloth robe, me draped in towels: my hair wrapped in a smaller towel. But at least we were fresh as new after lengthy showers.

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