Free Exhibit by Stella Noir, Aria Frost Page B

on a different planet. Maybe it's the MDMA, maybe it's the drink, maybe it's just the man. Bain. Fuck me. What a fantasy.

Bain
    S he's buckled. When it happened, her legs crumbled out from underneath her like the rotten foundations of an Italian villa. I could feel it on my cock, contracting hard like her whole body was having a seizure. I couldn't tell from the noises, whether what was happening to her was enjoyable or not, and I still can't tell by the mess it's made of the girl that used to be Violet. She's shaking and trembling and convulsing still like someone's shot her in the back with a cattle prod. It's fucking amusing, and if I wasn't so close myself, I'd wait a while to enjoy it.
    When I turn her onto her back, I figure she hasn't got a clue what I'm doing. Fuck it, she made the contract already and I'm going to fill her full of my cum, whether she wants me to or not. She's had her fill and I'm right at the edge. I lift her legs into the air, hold them in one hand so her pussy hole is apparent but closed together by the fat of her thighs, and then with the other hand I tilt my cock down towards her entrance. A moment later I'm inside her, and while I push on, I can still feel the muscles inside her contracting with the continuous effect of her orgasm.
    “You still with me, Violet?” I ask, but she doesn't respond in anything but moans.
    I'm close. I'm so close I can't fuck her in any other way but slowly. It doesn't matter because I feel more this way. I can control the movement, I can hold it, and I can decide when I want to go. I'm on the edge of it looking in. Violet looks perfect. Pink pussy lips, shaved completely. Tits rising and falling with each breath. I wonder if this is the last time I'll see her. I wonder if I'll need her again.
    It's time. I push in deep, pull out almost completely, adjust my position slightly so I can rut, and push myself to orgasm. I bark loudly when I feel it coming, gushing out of me like water from a fireman's hose. Fuck I love riding girls bareback, and I love coming inside them.
    I watch my come-face filling the walls around my mock bedroom, and in that moment I feel like a king. I guess that's why they've called it that. I buck and writhe and shoot six or seven squirts inside her, and it feels like a long time since I've come that strongly or for that long.
    Violet is still out of it, and when I pull myself out of her, my cock is still erect. I sit on the bed a moment, holding open her legs when she tries to close them in favor of a much more foetal style position, and watch the cum dribble out of her cunt and melt into the fabric of my duvet.
    “I'm done”, I tell her, and let her legs go. “The king is done.”

Chapter 4
Violet
    B ain is racking up a line while I get dressed. I can feel his cum inside me, and when I put on my panties, I feel it dribble out into the gusset, and sit there like cold yoghurt. It sounds sick but I love it. He offers me a hit, which I take, gladly.
    “We done in here?” he asks.
    “We're done”, I say.
    Bain looks in his wardrobe, pulls out a new shirt and puts it on. “Fucking fantastic”, he says, still amazed by what he's found. “I don't know how.”
    “Come on lover boy”, I say, still in those moments after something life-changing has happened you don’t want yet to try and understand. The aftershock of guilt hovers around my edges like the first signs of a cold and I’m desperate not to let it in. “We should let someone else have a go.”
    Bain puts his tie back on, throws the key-card on the bed and takes his jacket. Together we walk back out to the throbbing red lights of the corridor, and then from there into the main hall again.
    Part of me expects everyone to be clapping, or at least to look at us suspiciously, but no one seems interested in paying the least bit of attention.
    The first interaction we have is with a waiter, who offers us champagne.
    “Did you enjoy the room?” he asks, with a glint in his