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Jenny had only known Bill about a month and she felt great, it was going well, and after a string of failed romances and wastes of space she had been out with before it was nice to meet Bill.
Bill was a mechanic; he did mainly restoration work on older cars. He would spend all day under the bonnet of a car if only Jenny would let him.
They had a sex life, nothing too exciting, but she enjoyed it. It usually involved the missionary position.
Tonight was their one-month anniversary and Bill had booked them a table at one of the fanciest restaurants in town. Bill had told Jenny about it the day before and she had rushed out that night to get a dress to wear that would be suitable of such a lavish occasion. She had bought a dress that fully complimented her athletic build and sizeable breasts. It was black, tight fitting and floor length with a slit up the side that went up quite a way. Jenny had pondered over it for quite a while, wondering whether it was too risqué for her, but adored the way she looked in it once she tried it on. She knew she would be self-conscious but after a couple of glasses of wine she knew she’d be fine. She had seen a pair of shoes, black 3 inch stiletto high heels which she had a bit of trouble at first walking on but got better the more she strutted around the store. She liked the way it made her stand, her breasts sticking out further and her sexy butt sticking the other way, they made her feel all together more feminine.
Lingerie, she had to get new lingerie for this evening, I mean it was Bill’s night too, she should treat him. She browsed through the rails of thongs and panties looking for just the right pair. She found a black lace thong, which was high cut and very sexy with a matching bra. As she searched for her size she noticed they did a very sexy matching suspender belt, she had never worn such a thing but she decided to give it a try. She went to the changing rooms and tried on the items, she had picked out a pair or black lace topped stocking to accompany the suspender belt. Looking in the mirror got her quite flustered, she looked amazing, the bra made her already sizeable breasts look even bigger, the panties felt wonderful and the stockings and suspender belt made her feel very sexy, she could help running her hands over her body. Suddenly Jenny was startled; there was a knock on the changing room door. She realised where she was and quickly removed her new underwear. She got dressed and went to pay.
She hadn’t noticed but she had become quite aroused when wearing the underwear and now on her panties there was a small damp patch and the unmistakable aroma of her pussy. She placed all of the underwear, her shoes and her dress on the counter and rummaged in her bag for her purse. The lady at the till was pretty and Jenny noticed this. She wore a see through blouse with a blue blazer, you could make out her lacy bra under her blouse that looked as if it were going to break any moment due to the pressure on it from her huge breasts. She also wore a short blue skirt that matched her blazer and some very shiny black high heels. Pinned on the front of her blazer on a badge were the words ‘Pleased to help’ and then her name ‘Dawn’.
Dawn smiled at Jenny and started to scan the items into the till. Dawn then came to the side of the counter and bent at her waste to get a carrier bag in which to put Jenny’s purchases. Jenny watched her every move and as Dawn bent over, her very short skirt rose up slightly to show her stocking tops. Jenny licked her lips and smiled to herself, yes she thought they are very sexy. Dawn started to wrap each of the items that Jenny was buying, firstly the shoes, then the dress, the bra, the stockings, the suspender belt and lastly the panties. Dawn spent what seemed like an age folding these tiny little panties into just the right shape. Jenny dropped her purse and bent down to retrieve it as she looked back up she was sure she had seen Dawn run her finger along the gusset of her panties. Jenny just smiled and paid for her clothes. As she walked away, she looked back at Dawn who was watching her walk away. Dawn smiled, lifted her finger to her lips and tasted it. Jenny slightly shocked smiled, turned and walked away.
Bill had also been shopping, he liked Jenny a lot but there was still something about her that he found too straight laced. She was vanilla, everything about her, she wore comfortable shoes, comfortable underwear and had comfortable sex, she was comfortable. To Bill, Jenny was sexy but she could be so much more.
Bill had been to a special store that he had learnt about a long time ago, but couldn’t remember quite how. It was a small Chinese-run shop that sold your general local shop things, like bread and milk. Bill walked in and moved towards the far corner, there was a small door there with a bell. Bill pressed the doorbell and waited. A small hatch opened and an eye looked him up and down.
“Do you know the password?” said a soft feminine voice.
“Yes,” said Bill softly, “Dragonia.”
The small hatch closed just as quickly as it had opened. Bill waited feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement. The door opened and Bill stepped inside and the door closed behind him.
Bill waited; his eyes had to become accustomed to the dim light. He looked around. It was a long narrow corridor with shelves lining each side. The shelves were lined with volumes and volumes of dusty old books. He hadn’t noticed but to his right stood a girl, she was no more than sixteen about five foot tall, Chinese with a pale complexion and long dark hair.
“My name is Ling,” she said softly, “please follow me.”
Bill just nodded and followed her. Ling walked down the corridor. Bill noticed that she was wearing a little black dress that clung to her body very tightly, it had two large slits up each side that made it easier for her to walk. She also had black stockings and some very high shiny black heels that were padlocked closed around her ankles.
Ling came to the end of the corridor and to a large oak door that was there. She knocked twice. A strong male voice answered, “come.” Ling opened the door and lead the way in.
Bill followed Ling into the room, it was well lit, and Bills eyes had to adjust from the dimly lit corridor that he had just been in. The room came into focus, it was white, everything was white. To Bill’s right there were two doors both white, to his left there were several white fur rugs and comfortable chairs, all white. Ling led Bill to the far end of the room, where there was a man dressed all in black sitting in a large throne-like chair. Ling turned and sat next to the man at which point he placed his hand on her head and stroked her hair, she smiled.
The man removed his sunglasses and looked up at Bill, “Bill how are you my friend?”
Bill felt a bit self-conscious here; he always did. He managed to spurt out “fine.”
“And what can I help you with today?” said the man in black.
Bill coughed trying to shake off some of his nervousness, “Um I would like to get some of you special inhibition potion.”
“Ahhhh, I see, you have something special planned Bill?”
“Possibly” said Bill not wanting to give too much away.
“Good, good,” said the man, standing from his throne. Ling immediately stood from her kneeling position next to him. “Ling” he said. Ling walked over toward the right-hand white door opened it, entered and then closed it behind her.
“Bill” said the man in black, “is there anything else that you require?”
Bill thought, “yes clothes, I’m gonna need clothes.”
“Excellent” said the man in black smiling broadly, “now what are we talking about when you say clothes?”
“Slut clothes” Bill spurted out without hesitation, “I want her to look like a sexy slut.”
“Very good” said the man in black, clapping twice, “Please wont you sit?” gesturing toward the white chairs.
Bill sat. “Begin” said the man in black still smiling.
The left-hand door opened and a girl about the same age as Ling appeared, she wore a black one-piece rubber suit where the breast and crotch parts had been removed. She wore very high heels and that was it. She walked over to Bill and started to model it for him, bending and posing in many different ways.
The man in black spoke up “so what do you think?”
“A bit too much” Bill replied, “maybe something a little more subtle?”
The girl turned and walked out only to be replaced by another girl. She wore a black leather body suit that was zipped down to show off maximum cleavage. She had black tights and thigh high stiletto boots on; she also wore a mask and carried a whip.
“Wow” Bill said, “very nice,” but I had something a little more discreet in mind.”
“Ok,” said the man in black, turning to the girl, get Victoria out her next.”
The girl replied “yes sir” in a soft voice turned on her heels and strutted purposefully towards the door.
The right-hand door opened and Ling came through holding a small vile of clear liquid. She walked over to the man in black and gave him the vile, bowed and then took her position kneeling next to him.
“Thank you Ling” said the man in black as he put the vile in his jacket pocket.
The left-hand door opened and out walked Victoria. She wore, a very short leather skirt and sleeveless zip front leather top, that pushed her sizeable breasts up and out. She wore a pair of black seemed stockings that had little black ties in bows that could be seen just below her skirt. She wore a pair of black patent six-inch stiletto heels with ankle straps and a black leather neck collar with a D loop at the front. She walked over to Bill and started to model. She bent over in front of him; Bill could easily see she wasn’t wearing panties. Lifting her skirt up a little she straddled Bills lap, rubbing her naked pussy on his now rigid dick.
“I’ll take all of this,” said Bill slightly breathless.
“Thank you Victoria” said the man in black as she got up and slowly walked out through the white door. “Excellent choice” he said standing up and gesturing for Bill to follow him. They went to a small counter in the corner of the room. “How will you be paying?” said the man in black.
“Credit Card” said Bill as he fished for his wallet. He found it and put his card on the counter. The man in black took it and swiped it through the machine.
“Sign here please.” Bill signed.
Behind Bill the left-hand door opened and Victoria walked out, she was naked except for a pair of clear platform high heels and was holding a large black bag. Bill hearing footsteps approaching turned to see her. She was beautiful, large firm breasts, thin waist, shaved pussy and long, long legs. She walked round behind the counter and placed the black bag on it. The man in black returned Bills Credit card and then handed him the black bag. Bill opened the bag and looked in; there inside were the very clothes that Victoria had been wearing, all black leather and lace with her very high heels. The man in black fished in his Jacket pocket and pulled out the vile that Ling had given him earlier. He handed it to Bill.
“I trust you will be responsible with this?” said the man in black.
“Yes of course” said Bill nodding as he reached out and took the vile.
“Ling” said the man in black, “show Bill out.” Ling stood up from where she had been kneeling and glided over to Bill, she took his hand and escorted him towards the door that he had entered through. Bill took a glance backwards. The man in black had returned to his throne and Victoria had taken her position sat at his feet.
Ling guided Bill down the dimly lit corridor and out of the small door he had first come into. Ling smiled at Bill and kissed him softly on the cheek, “come again” she said as she closed the door behind him.
“Time to get ready for tonight” Bill said to himself as he walked out of the store smiling.
Jenny was excited, she had been getting ready now for two hours and it was still hours until her date with Bill. She had waxed her bikini line, her legs, and her armpits. She had applied her make-up three times in three different ways. But the one thing she was sure about tonight was what she was going to wear. She had her dress laid out on the bed, next to it was her new underwear and next to that her new shoes.
Jenny was finally happy with her make-up, enough but not too much, sophisticated not slutty. She started to dress, firstly sliding her new tiny black panties up her legs and over her curvy little bum. She smiled as she let the elastic smack her butt lightly. She then took her new bra and slipped it on over her breasts and fastened it in rear, she lent forward so that her large breasts filled the cups correctly. Whew what a cleavage she thought as she saw herself in the mirror. Next were her stockings she fastened her suspender belt and proceeded to roll on the sexy black stockings. Jenny felt very sensual as she rolled the silky stockings up her long legs and finally fastened them at the top to her suspender belt. Once complete, she picked up her dress, lifting it up and sliding it down over her head; careful not to mess her hair or make-up; she shimmied into it. She smoothed the fabric down over her body, liking the way her suspenders felt under it. Then she sat on her bed and took her new shoes from out of their box; she slipped them on her feet and then stood. She looked herself up and down in the mirror liking very much what she saw. She spun around; these slits on the dress are very high she thought you could even see my stocking tops if I move like this. Dismissing her self-conscious thoughts she grabbed a matching handbag and made her way downstairs to wait for Bill.
Bill had just pulled up outside Jenny’s house in his car. He grabbed a large black bag from the passenger seat and a large bunch of roses. Bill stopped a second; he started to pat his jacket over looking for something. Finally he found what he was looking for, he reaching into his right inside pocket and pulled out a small vile of clear liquid. Bill smiled and put the vile back in his pocket. He opened his door, got out of the car, locked it, and then walked over to Jenny’s front door. He rang the bell.
Jenny was just walking down the stairs when she heard the bell. She reached the bottom and went to the front door. Bill stood there; he was wearing a black tuxedo and looked very smart. Bill held out the flowers to Jenny, she smiled and took them, leaning in to give him a kiss.
“Thank you Bill, they are beautiful,” said Jenny, moving aside to let Bill enter.
“That’s quite alright,” said Bill as he moved past her in the corridor on his way to the main room. He put the black bag down in the corner out-of-site, and then turned to look at Jenny. “Wow you look great Jenny, really sexy!”
Jenny just blushed and started to walk to the kitchen, “can I get you a drink Bill?” she called out on her way.
“That’d be great,” said Bill as he once again felt his jacket.
There was a pop and a few seconds later Jenny returned holding two wine flutes full of bubbly champagne. Bill took his glass and drank it down in one go.
Jenny looked at him surprised; “do you want another Bill?”
“Yeah that’d be great,” said Bill. Bill handed her his empty glass and she strode out to the kitchen to refill it.
Meanwhile Bill had reached into his right inside jacket pocket and retrieved the vile of clear liquid. He snapped the top off and poured it into Jenny’s glass. He gave it a quick stir with his finger and then returned the empty vile to his jacket pocket. Jenny returned with a full glass for Bill, handing it to him she said “to us.”
“To us” replied Bill raising his glass to his lips all the time watching as Jenny did the same. She drank the liquid down in several small sips as Bill once again emptied his glass quite quickly.
“Mmm nice” said Jenny; she felt her cheeks flushing with colour, “very nice.”
Bill watched at the liquid took affect on Jenny, her pupils started to dilate slightly and she looked a little dizzy. She decided that she needed to sit down, so perched on the side of the couch.
“Are you ok?” asked Bill.
“Oh yes,” said Jenny, “I think I just drank the champagne too quickly is all.”
Bill smiled, took Jenny’s glass from her hand, “another?”
Jenny just looked up at Bill and smiled, he went off towards the kitchen.
Jenny felt strange, it wasn’t the drink it was something different, she hadn’t really wanted another drink but felt that she must. She shook here head and decided she needed to splash some cold water on her face. She stood up and made her way upstairs. She locked the door to the bathroom behind her and looked at her face in the mirror. She then cupped some water in hands and splashed into her face. She then dabbed at her face with a towel. Jenny looked at herself in the mirror, before when putting on this dress she had felt self-conscious the more she looked at what she was wearing she felt over dressed. She looked at herself from every angle; no she looked terrible more like an old woman than a twenty-something. Jenny opened one of the draws under the sink and pulled out a small pair of nail scissors. She cut the slits of her dress higher, now you could definitely see her stockings. She then cut the top of dress down further so you could see more cleavage. She pulled up her skirt and looked at her stockings, suspenders and panties. Too much she thought as she cut the side of the panties away and pulled them off. Better she thought but could be even better, she reached to in the draw again and pulled out the razor she used to shave her legs. Jenny sprayed out the foam and proceeded to shave all the hair off her pussy. Once she had finished and had wiped the foam away, she looked at her bare pussy in the mirror and smiled much better she thought. She let her dress fall back down and stood in front of the mirror, not bad she thought - but still it’s the best I can do. She made her way back downstairs.
Bill had been wondering what Jenny had been doing she had been gone quite a while and he was thinking of looking for her when he heard the clink, clink of Jenny’s high heels coming down the stairs. She walked in a bit red in the face, “Bill look, I’m sorry I look a mess but I don’t know what I was thinking when I bought this horrible dress.”
Bill smiled, “I have a gift for you.” Bill went over to the corner of the room and retrieved the black bag he had put there earlier, “you can wear this,” he said.
Jenny looked surprised but smiled, “oh thank you Bill, I will go and put it on straight away.”
Jenny quickly ran up the stairs excited at what Bill had bought her to wear. She closed the bedroom door behind her and opened the black bag Bill had given her. She pulled everything out so she could see what was there more clearly. A little leather skirt, a matching leather zip top, some sexy stockings and the highest heels she had ever seen. She pulled the dress off over her head and threw it on the floor; she kicked off her shoes, peeled off her stockings, unfastened her suspender belt and unclipped her bra. She threw them all in a pile on the floor. She firstly took the stockings and slid them over her feet and up her legs, she tied the bow at the top, making sure the seem of the stockings were straight at that the bows looked pretty. Once she had done that she put the leather skirt on, it fit perfectly, she loved the way that on her long legs the top of the stockings could be seen just under the hemline of the skirt, showing just a bit of thigh. She then put the leather top on, sliding her arms into the arm holes, pulling it around her and them zipping up the front. The top forced her big breasts right up. The effect was amazing she looked at herself in the mirror and adjusted the zipper on her top so that it showed maximum cleavage. She then picked up her new high-heeled shoes and slid them on her feet fastening the buckle around her ankle. She was ready, she stood up, it was difficult at first standing in such high shoes bit she tottered around, all the time getting better at walking in them. She walked over to her dressing table to check her hair and makeup. She gave her long blonde hair a brush. Jenny then pulled out a bright red lipstick from her draw and applied it. She puckered her lips to blow a kiss to herself, gorgeous she thought.

“OK, Nick,” said Wendell, “I want you to get on the floor and move up between Nancy’s thighs now. Let’s keep her panties on for a while, but you can get busy on her upper thighs and her pussy through her panties. Remember: go slow. These are foreplay shots. Keep your head a little to the left. I’m going to be shooting just past the right side of your face.”
Nick, naked except for his socks, stopped fondling his huge erection and crawled over in front of my wife, who still lay as Wendell had positioned her with her legs spread and her neck pressed (uncomfortably?) against the back of the couch. She had both feet on the carpet in front of her so her crotch was available to Nick just at the edge of the couch.
As Wendell got ready to shoot, he stood a few feet from Nick and Nancy, leaning forward slightly. At first, he was blocking my view so I couldn’t see exactly what Nick was doing between my wife’s legs. Then, thankfully, he moved enough to the right that I could see perfectly. John and Jerry, standing just behind Wendell, could see even better than I, of course. Jerry still had an obvious hard-on.
Nick was taking his time nibbling, kissing, and licking Nancy’s inner thighs about six inches below her panties. He stopped momentarily to lift Nancy’s right leg up and to rest it on his left shoulder. Then he resumed kissing her thighs, moving his mouth higher and higher until he reached the hem of her panties. Nancy was quivering again. Her eyes were closed ecstatically and she began pinching her own erect nipples.
Even though Nick’s head between my wife’s legs sometimes obscured my view of what he was doing, my cock (no match for his!) had become hard again. When Nick’s head stopped moving from thigh to thigh and centered on her crotch, Nancy made a little gasping noise and I noticed his jaw-bone working hard. It was obvious that he was kissing and sucking her cunt through her panties.
Wendell stopped shooting for a few seconds to give directions. He told Nick he wanted him to pull my wife’s panties to the side, the side away from the camera, and to caress and finger her for a while. He asked Nancy if this was OK with her and she answered, “Yeah, I guess so.” When he started shooting again, Nick removed Nancy’s leg from his shoulder and returned her left foot to the carpet. Then, though he hadn’t been told to, he slid his naked body up between her legs and began squeezing her breasts and kissing her nipples again. Wendell quickly responded to this improvisation by moving a couple of feet to the right for a better angle.
After a minute or so of this, Nick slid back down Nancy’s body, leaving her nipples wet and elongated, until he was again on the floor between her legs. He rested his head against her right thigh and slowly moved his right hand up her left thigh until he reached her panties. I had a perfect view of her crotch, which looked very wet, probably from his saliva but maybe from her juices, too. Through the panties, Nick gently stroked her cunt. She was still quivering with excitement and, maybe involuntarily, began moving her crotch up and down against Nick’s hand.
Wendell had moved back into position for crotch-shot-videoing, except he was now on one knee to get a lower angle. Jerry, standing behind Wendell and thinking no one would notice, was rubbing his hard-on through his pants. John was on both knees next to Wendell, watching the action as though fixated.
Wendell stopped shooting to do a little cheerleading. “Look at that, Nick. You’ve got her soaking wet. And she’s already starting a fucking motion. Are you sure about no fucking, darling? You’ve seen Nick’s big cock. Are you sure you don’t want it inside you?”
My wife answered gaspingly, as though having trouble controlling her breath, “Yes! Oh, God. I mean, yes, I mean it. No fucking!”
“I’ll check back with you in a little bit,” said Wendell as he resumed shooting.
Nick slowly put the fingers of right hand beneath the crotch of Nancy’s panties. He pressed his knuckles against her cunt lips, causing her to gasp and raise her hips off the edge of the couch, then tugged the crotch of the panties away from her cunt. They had been tight and clinging to her. Now he had loosened them.
Reaching up with his left hand, he slowly pulled the panty crotch to the left until my wife’s beautiful cunt, the swollen lips parted and glistening wet and the light-brown hair just above it darkened from her juices, was on full display to everyone. Wendell turned off the camera and said, “That’s great. I’m going to focus on that beautiful pussy for a while, Nick. Play with it for a minute, then take her panties all the way off.”
Even before Wendell resumed shooting, Nick, his face only twelve inches away from her cunt, had begun stroking Nancy’s cunt-lips with his right hand. Then, slowly, he inserted his index and middle fingers deep inside her. Her body stiffened and she gasped, “Oh, God!” Then, as Wendell began shooting again, he pulled his fingers out and brought them up to his lips. He licked the cunt juice from them. Wendell stopped again and told him to repeat the sequence; he hadn’t caught all of it. So, with Wendell’s camera going, Nick again inserted two fingers inside my wife, moved them in and out several times, and brought them back to his mouth where he licked them off.
Next, Nick bent forward and put his mouth on Nancy’s cunt. I couldn’t see clearly because his head was in the way, but I think he was sticking his tongue as deep inside her as it would go, then pulling it out and licking her clit. He kept this up for well over a minute as Nancy obviously became more and more aroused. Then, after several more minutes (during which Nick paid special attention to her clit) my wife’s groans and twitching increased until she clenched her fists and let out a high-pitched squeal, which meant, I knew, that she was having an intense orgasm!
That did it for me, too. Watching my wife being eaten to orgasm was too much. I jerked my cock a few final times and came again into the paper towel.
Nick left off eating Nancy as soon as she came and stood up. His big cock was still at full attention. Without waiting for direction, he reached forward under Nancy’s arms and raised her a few inches so her back rested more comfortably against the back of the couch. She was limp. Her eyes seemed glazed over. Then he climbed up on the couch to the left of her and, with his right hand, held his cock up to her face until it almost touched her. He placed his left hand behind her neck and pulled her face to his cock until its large purple head was touching her right cheek. Her cheek glistened where the end of Nick’s cock had touched it.

Our sex life had been rather basic until, purely by accident, my husband discovered my deepest dark secret…
It started out innocently enough. I had been squirming around trying to find the best position and when we re-engaged, his cock accidentally pressed against my ass and the head slipped in. It was just a bit but it was enough to send me into an instant orgasm. I was actually a bit embarrassed. When things continued as usual, I figured he hadn’t noticed my lapse of control and breathed a sigh of relief.
The funny thing, though, was that for the next several weeks there were ‘accidents’ on several other occasions. My husband never once let on that anything out of the ordinary was up. He never seemed to notice when the head of his dick would press against the entrance to my ass, sliding around a bit and even entering a bit. Each time we had sex, I found myself wondering if an ‘accident’ was going to happen and his dick was going to slide into my ass. I found myself thinking about it, and even hoping for it. But more often than not I was disappointed.
After several weeks of this I had reached a fever pitch and when one night the head of his dick touched my ass and barely slid in I let out a small moan. Instead of sliding by and diving into my pussy, his dick stayed at the entrance to my ass and slid further in. And further…inching slowly deeper into my ass. I couldn’t help it. I gasped and groaned loader and in that moment he slid all the way home. I couldn’t believe it! The story that had been playing in my head was actually happening. My husband’s cock was buried deep inside my ass. I was pinned to the bed and loving it.
Then I felt his warm breath in my ear as he whispered “do you want me to fuck your ass?” I groaned louder and wiggled.
“Oh, no. That’s not good enough. You have to say it.”
My face flamed red, and I about died of embarrassment. I had never heard him talk that way! And I had never used the “f” word in my entire life! Even so, my pussy was dripping wet and all I could think about was his cock throbbing in my ass.
With my face burning with shame I whispered “I want you to fuck me in the ass.”
And that’s how my training began.
After that night, sex always included his dick pressing against my ass, teasing the entry with the head of his thick cock. But no matter how much groaning, moaning, grasping or wiggling I did he would ignore my ass and move on to my pussy. Finally desperate I got up the courage to whisper in his ear “I need more”.
“Do you want me to fuck your ass?” he asked.
“Yes,” I whispered into his shoulder.
He leaned back and looked me in the face. “Then say it.”
Looking into his dark brown eyes, I took a deep breath and said “I want you to fuck me in the ass.”
Instantly he slid past the entry and deep inside me. I closed my eyes and sighed with relief, waiting for the wonderful pounding to begin. But I had relaxed too soon….
Holding his body still my husband took my face in his hands. “I need more,” he said.
Keeping my eyes closed I shook my head from side to side. He slowly eased out of my ass until just the head was still in and held still. I whimpered and looked at him. “Please….”
“Please what?” He eased slightly in, then back out again. “Please what?” he asked again.
Sighing in defeat I looked up and said “Please fuck my ass. I need you to fuck me in the ass.”
So he did. He fucked my ass long and hard. He squirted a huge load of cum right into my ass. Afterwards, I dozed off happily with him still inside me. In the middle of the night I woke to the feeling of something warm and slippery rubbing around my asshole. The smell of peppermint floated up and I knew that massage oil was being rubbed on my ass and pussy. Then I felt a finger slide inside of my ass, teasing the edges and slipping in and out.
“Do you want more?”
This time I didn’t hesitate. “Yes, please fuck my ass,” I said.
Little did I know that I had just completed phase one of Dave’s training program. I had learned my lesson and passed the test. My ass would be fucked, but only if I begged for it.

I awakened that day to an early morning sun warming my skin and the sounds of birdsong drifting into my cell. A steaming cup of dandelion root and young nettle tea had been placed on the floor near my head and the shade raised, so I lingered a moment in the sunlight stretching slowly, stiffly, before rising. My nipples throbbed dully as I gently sipped the hot tea while trying to ignore a growing discomfort in my bladder and the weighty metal shackle around my right ankle. A chain padlocked to the shackle ran to a heavy stone anchor which prevented me from moving further than three feet, enough to lay down on the mat and sleep each night but little else.
I brushed a hand across one of my nipples and winced slightly at the tenderness, they were still red and slightly swollen from the previous day when I performed all my duties wearing a collection of small silver bells clipped to them. Takano had me running all over delivering messages which only made the sensation they inflicted stronger as I raced along the halls and paths trying not to be late. For every note delivered another small bell was added, each was light and had it’s own unique and delicate tinkle but in time the growing weight added up, the cacophony of tiny chimes as they struck one another and sounded with each step was grating not to mention humiliating and set my teeth on edge, the dull throbbing in each nipple bloomed into a flower of pain that spread across my breasts as prickly heat. By day’s end I was in such torment that even their removal and the application of a cool salve afterward did little to soothe my tender flesh.
I finished the rest of the tea and tugged absently on the chain wishing it was just a few feet longer or the stone weight a bit lighter, if he didn’t show up soon the need to relieve myself would be too strong to ignore.
Just as I was about to be doomed to certain punishment Takano appeared with his jingling ring of keys and smiled broadly at my obvious relief. As I squatted over the basin washing myself afterward, Takano’s cheshire cat grin opened and he began to speak…
“Our Lord says; too long you have been ignorant of discipline. Today your lessons begin.”
I managed to choke down a cry of protest but couldn’t hide the fear that ran along my spine like a spike of frost and caused my skin to twitch with goose flesh.
“Hee, hee. Your eyes will be wider still very soon, little doe. Now, stand up!”
He turned me round and made one last inspection, clucking his tongue in approval before escorting me down the familiar mossy path leading towards the training hall. I tried not to be concerned but Takano’s constant giggling and occasional slaps on my ass while we picked our way through the forested valley were unnerving. Still, I reassured myself, haven’t I been through the worst of it by now? My nipples throbbed with pain just thinking of those beastly little bells. Yes, it can’t be any worse than that.
We reached the training hall gates and waited. Takano rang the great bell and made an offering before the small shrine while I kneeled patiently. Soon a man dressed in blood red robes with a huge vermillion lacquered demonic mask appeared and walked down the large stone steps towards us. His hands held a whip and coiled leather thong which was handed off to Takano who placed it firmly around my neck and with a swift jerk pulled me up and over to the waterfall of the hall shrine. I was roughly pushed under the freezing water and forced to stand and be purified while Takano made another more thorough inspection of my cleanliness and chastity. When the Demon-man was satisfied he grunted and nodded to Takano who jerked the thong and led me to kneel before him dripping and shivering. I stared at the deep red hem of the robe until it moved out of my lowered gaze and waited. Suddenly there was a sharp snap as the whip was cracked just inches from my ear. At the same time the thong about my neck pulled me forward, I could hear Takano laughing behind me as I struggled to maintain my balance and keep up with the ever quickening pace of the man in blood red robes climbing the stone steps to the training hall.
Inside the scent of exotic woods was like an incense as I was led, chilled to the bone and trembling, up more stairs into the main hall. A line of men in black lacquered demonic masks trimmed in horsehair flanked the large stone throne that dominated the room. Each mask was slightly different and some of the men wore nothing but loincloths though most wore heavy black robes. Some held whips, others small boxes but most were empty handed. All stood stiffly at attention, their grotesquely carved faces glowing brightly in the reflected sunlight that flooded the room.
Two men in grimacing fanged masks and red loincloths came forward and held my upper arms while the leather thong was slipped off and tossed aside. They brutally dragged me toward the throne while the man in blood red robes led the way to the base of His throne then joined his place to one side with the others.
I knew He would be seated there and though I ached to see Him I was unable to raise my head. The whisper of silks, the coolness as He moved from His throne and floated silently down two steps. A lulling drone of koto strings He spoke and held my heart,
“No flesh is too soft or beautiful to be spared. You have been spoiled long enough and these lessons will wait no longer.”
Spoiled? My mind reeled at the implication. My body struggled to pull away from the sharp nailed fingers digging into my upper arms as I was held fast. No…I’m not…no…..
“NO!” I raised my head, shocked by my own voice and stared at Him.
A slight tilt of the head, a raised eyebrow. I froze and stared deep into a smoldering anger that grew within his dark eyes,
“No?”
“Please…” I somehow managed to break free of the demon-men’s grasp and throw myself at His feet. “please….I can’t. I’m not really spoiled! Please!”
I looked away, the shame of showing weakness before Him was worse than any fear of pain but I realized this too late. So I buried my face into the thick hem of His robes and waited. There was a supressed growl as He tore the thick hem from my grasp angrily.
“Too long! You are indeed most spoiled and undisciplined to behave so! The first lesson shall begin now!”
He turned away and left the throne room with long powerful strides, pushing up His long silk sleeves with purpose. I watched Him leaving, transfixed, when it suddenly occurred to me that the hands clutching me, dragging me after Him, were shaking.
***
The last room off the main hallway beyond the throne room had been covered with newly made tatami mats, a scent of summer grass drying in the sun released with each step as I was pulled past ornately carved wooden pillars . From first glance the patterns and designs carved into the dark wood appeared to be simple chaotic swirls and forms but as we approached they began to take shape into scenes of writhing figures. Demon masked men, identical to the two whose strong hands gripped me now, were torturing a variety of nude women in a seemingly endless number of ways. I sucked in my breath as my gaze lingered on the images; young maids being chased and whipped, their breasts and buttocks covered in swollen red lines as they ran with wild unbound hair and tears streaming down their cheeks, women held down as needles pierced their most tender portions of flesh and impossibly long tongues lapped up the drops of blood that flowed down their thighs, venerable ladies sat astride angular wooden horses their faces contorted in pain, their breasts and legs pulled down by heavy weights as more were added by leering figures wearing carved demon masks.
The grip on my arms never loosened but the living twins to those frightening torturers on the pillars slowed their steps so that I might take in more of the detailed and lifelike carvings we passed; Women were tied with intricate webs of knots, their breasts forced out and bound, a thick rope cutting deep between their legs, and hung from the branches of trees like victims of some monstrous spider waiting to be devoured. Groups of demon masked men raped a battlefield of widows with those impossibly long tongues. A woman staked in a forest with legs spread wide over a thick shoot of bamboo had been carved repeatedly upon many pillars among the other scenes but in each succeeding picture the shoot was closer and closer to her swollen nether lips until finally it entered her. The last carving bore a face so twisted it was hard to tell if she was in incredible pain or overwhelmed by pleasure. I blushed slightly, my face and neck growing warm and felt myself grow wet as I stared at the last carving trying to decipher her expression. It wasn’t until I was roughly pulled away only a few feet and forced to stand before Him that I realized He had been watching all along.
‘Did He know how excited I had become looking at such horrible images?’ I couldn’t help asking to myself as He settled down into yet another imposing looking throne and composed Himself. At that same momment His eyes stared into mine and widened, a faint smile curling on His lips. ‘Does He know I was picturing myself in place of those poor women and growing wet at the thought?’
“Yes.” The buzzing string again.
He may as well have struck me, suddenly all the air left my lungs and I went limp, gasping like a fish pulled into the boat waiting for the fatal blow…
Crack!
He clapped His hands together once and set everything in motion. A bamboo bar was lowered from the rafters by ropes and my wrists were quickly tied to the ends of it. Another shackle was placed on my left ankle and to each shackle was secured a rope. The rope from each ankle was secured to the carved pillar nearest it spreading my legs wide exposing the flushed arousal and wetness there, then the bamboo bar was raised until I was stretched out and barely touching my toes to the mat. Conjuring up some scrap of defiance I forced myself to look into His eyes.
He leaned back and smiling, returned my gaze, a finger to His chin in a parody of deep thought but His eyes still bore all the anger from before and I looked away suddenly ashamed that I had begged Him, ashamed of a wetness and heat that grew as I waited. After a time he spoke,
“Your lack of discipline disappoints me and you seem to have forgotten that begging is quite possibly the worst thing that you can do while in my presence. Perhaps something simple that even you can understand will suffice as a first lesson.”
I hung there trembling, my nipples growing rigid and painful, the wetness betraying my desire at the sound of His voice in spite of my fear at His words.
“Throughout this lesson you will not speak nor utter a sound, neither of pain nor pleasure. Fail and I will send you home, used and marked as having been here but not trained.”
I lurched forward straining as I bit my tongue to stop the word from leaping out. To be sent back used and rejected by Him would mean certain death, no one back home dare speak His name nor even admit openly He existed but they all knew what went on here. If trained there would be uses for me back home, a shadow life of dark rooms and pleasuring those who paid, but without instruction I was worthless. Still, the thought of those horrors was nothing compared to losing Him, being separated from His voice, His eyes… I nodded and waited.
Crack!
He clapped His hands together and spoke to the vermillion masked demon in blood red robes.
“The Chinese brushes.”
He nodded and opened a huge lacquer chest near the throne and brought out a tray that held a number of worn, flexible bundles holding it before Him. Taking one of the bundles up and drawing it across His cheek I could see they looked a lot like the hand tied pot scrubbers used in the kitchens, but much larger and softer, not very frightening at all. In fact, the way He toyed with and gently ran His fingers through the strands they looked quite pleasurable. I watched curiously as He took his time selecting a few of the bundles from the tray and handed them over to the two demon-men who had brought and bound me, four brushes, one in each hand. They turned and moved towards me, I braced myself for…
Oh… oh my gods the feeling of those delicate strands. Four brushes began to gently stroke my body, caressing my shoulders, back, face, breasts… moving down they tickled my buttocks, inner thighs and nether lips. Even my nipples delighted in the attention as all feelings of soreness melted away. I squirmed with pleasure as delicate brushes played across my skin, the heat in my body built up as wetness trickled down my inner thighs. My tongue protruded, I licked my lips and panted erratically. The demonic masks leered and circled about me, fangs flashing, carved eyes bulging, the grunting of the men behind them in time with the rhythm set by the strokes as they worked. My hips ground the air without effort, twisting and turning to try and catch the brushes with my mound and nether lips. What chill in my bones remained from the purification was driven out by kindled lust as I pulled at my wrists and struggled wishing I just had one hand free to slip into my burning, drenched slit and touch the place they always seemed to miss.
Then a slight caress of the very place I needed touched so badly. I gasped and nearly moaned but caught myself and held my breath. Again! Oh but it passed by so fast, a flutter and yet it all felt so good. I closed my eyes and let the brushes play over my body and exhaled slowly. It was so delicious, so wonderful as they teased and tickled me.
In time, pleasurable tickling turned into a rough itching and I twisted uncomfortably in the ropes as each brush stroked me but they moved so swiftly and I was bound so securely it was futile to avoid them. As the itching soon became burning I strained frantically for relief but could feel myself being driven into the next stroke. No matter how I writhed and undulated, I was turned towards the oncoming blows of one or more brushes.
I looked over and saw He was smiling though His eyes remained dark, He nodded slightly when our gaze met and made a faint gesture that set the demon-men to beating vigorously against my breasts and buttocks. I gasped as the brushes struck me, my skin was red and tender, becoming swollen and each stroke was more painful than the last. I struggled to remain silent as He had bid and alternated between holding my breath and panting in ragged shallow gasps. Each time frayed strands struck my body I prayed it would be the last but the blows kept coming. Too fast to think, too painful to breathe, yet I gasped and wished silently for mercy. I bit my tongue harder and harder until I tasted the coppery tang of my own blood but I remained silent.
Suddenly they stopped and I thought it was over. I hung my head in relief and didn’t notice at first the small glass vial of liquid held by the one in blood red robes and the bright red paper fans that each demon-man had taken up in place of the brushes. He approached with the vial in one hand and his whip in the other which he tossed casually about my neck with a soft chuckle so that both his hands were free. A pungent smell struck my nose as he removed the stopper and poured some out onto his fingers, reached out and touched a tender nipple.
I might have screamed, had the pain not overwhelmed me so that I couldn’t breathe. It stung and burned and then, faded into a dull sense of soothing relief. The sensation settled into a pleasant warmth as I watched him reach out towards the other nipple. Again the pain exploded where the oil touched my tender flesh and then moments later dulled. I looked to Him and found the fire in his eyes had deepened, he nodded to the man in blood red robes who poured a considerable amount of oil onto his hand and ran it over my body. The hand felt like living flame leaving a burning trail in it’s wake as it followed the same contours the brushes had; my breasts and back, face, shoulders, buttocks, inner thighs and then slid ever so slowly to brush against my puffy red nether lips. I thrashed and struggled to pull away like an animal caught in a trap, my only thought was to get away from that hand of fire and the probing fingers of flame that parted the fleshy folds until at last the object of their search was laid bare. I stared downward as he held me open and poured the remaining contents of the vial directly onto my slick pearl and massaged it in with his free hand.
I choked back the sobs and squeezed my eyes shut as my innermost flesh was poked and prodded, rubbed and pinched between fingers of flame. I twitched and jerked away but never did that tormenting touch leave me. I knew He was watching me and sensed His satisfaction at my torment when the fingers slowed and gentled and finally withdrew. Once again the heat became a spreading warmth, not unpleasant and a welcome relief. He reclaimed his whip and as it slid away and snaked to the floor I exhaled and relaxed into my bonds thinking the lesson had ended.
Crack!
My eyes jerked open as the two demon-men in red loincloths approached with a fan in each hand. With one held over each breast and the others poised near my buttocks and mound they paused in mock drama before commencing to wave them. How could a breeze cause such torture? It felt as if they were fanning the fires of my still burning flesh, a pain different but no less terrible than the one before. Only the air touched me but it was more than enough to cause agonizing pain. My lips were closed tight and once again I could feel the blood flowing as I bit down to suppress any outcry. The gentle breezes assaulted my senses, the pleasant warmth of a smoldering ember was fanned catching flame across my entire body which shuddered and convulsed. Once again I squeezed my eyes shut, tears sprung forth and ran down my fevered face, my body sang in pain but still I remained silent.
Soon I was nothing but blind misery and tears, too exhausted to fight I yielded to the fire was consumed. I felt the flames burn me into a detached numbness, all resistance faded away and I relaxed. A feeling of floating on warm winds replaced all pain and I exhaled softly with pleasure from the relief it offered. I hung in that moment and wished it would stretch out forever before me, lest I fall into hellish torment once more.
A rustle of fabric nearby caused my eyes to open and I looked into the twin caves of His eyes….a spark, a point of light in those black pits and I saw He held a burning candle. My heart’s blood froze as He moved close to my side and slipped one one arm smoothly around me and cupped my breast as the demon-men withdrew. I ignored the pain of His touch as best I could, the fine silk of His robes agonized my raw skin where they brushed against me as He pressed Himself closer.
“A good beginning,” He whispered and squeezed my breast cruelly, “but only a beginning.”
I winced as He tweaked a swollen nipple, but nodded slowly. He was pleased. I rested against Him as much as my bonds would allow as He rolled my nipple between His fingers toying with it roughly. I felt it stiffen and rise beneath His touch and once again became aware of the dripping wetness between my legs and a pronounced ache deep inside. From the corner of my eye I saw Him bring up the candle and hold it over my upraised breast. Red wax fell from its flickering tip in slow motion…
I parted my lips to let out a scream and His open mouth clamped over mine, drawing the air out of my lungs as His tongue probed deep into my mouth then suckled and lapped at the blood still flowing from those wounds I had inflicted during my struggles to remain silent.
Though bound and held close to His side I felt myself fall as the shadows of the room lengthened and flowed over everything until all was black.

A short description of myself and my mom before I continue my story.
My name is Nisha and I am from Sri Lanka, a beautiful country with even more beautiful beaches and sexy women. I am 18 and most people describe me as a tom boy. This is mainly because my hair is cut short and I don’t have big breasts compared to my mom. She has a gorgeous pair of 34d’s that are all natural. Though I have 30b’s, I have a fantastic figure with wide hips, narrow waist and a tummy most women would kill for. This is because I love sports and work out at least 3 hours a week. My legs are long and nicely muscled and well suited to my 5 foot 9 inch frame. I do get hit on by lesbians more than guys and that sometimes bothers me. My mom Anusha is 39 and most of my physical traits are from her, except the short hair and small boobs. She is a widow, since dad died when I was 14. She never remarried and I never really caught her even looking at a man after dad’s death.
On my way home after my encounter with Sharon, my thoughts were like Hurricane Katerina. My ears were buzzing and I shuddered inside the bus as I remembered Sharon’s probing tongue on my pussy. This got me so hot again that I wanted to rub my pussy in the bus. I dared not since there were so many people in the bus. I had to try hard to control myself until I got home. I had to really control an urge to push my hand into my panties.
Thankfully, my mom was not home when I got back. I rushed to my room and locked myself up. I was so wild that I grabbed my stuffed teddy bear and pushed him onto the bed. I didn’t have time to take off my skirt or my panties. I whispered Sharon’s name repeatedly as I started to rub my wet pussy against his fur. I was going crazy. The bed shook as I rubbed my pussy against teddy and I was sucking his shiny nose, moaning aloud as I continued my onslaught against the helpless stuffed teddy bear. Its fur was so soft that I stopped momentarily to take off my top and bra so that my nipples started to experience the luxurious feel of its fur. I realised that something inside me had snapped after my session with Sharon. All I could think of was her body as I kept rubbing myself against Teddy. Just when I was about to cum hard I heard the front door slam. It was as if I was struck by lightening. One moment, I was on the verge of an orgasm and the next, I was scrambling madly off the bed trying to find an excuse for being topless. My mind was blank and all I could think of at that moment was to rush into the toilet. After rushing into the toilet I suddenly realised that I had left my bra and top on the floor in my room.
I was so jittery that I couldn’t bring myself to try anything in the bathroom. A lost orgasm really messed things up for me. I was wishing my mom had given me a few more minutes. I heard her come into my room and she knocked on the door of the bathroom.
“Hey Nisha, how was the haircut?” she said.
“It was fine, I am having a shower,” I said, my voice shaking.
“Didn’t they give you a shampoo after the haircut?” she asked.
“Yes, mom, but the bus was so crowded and it is so humid today that I sweated a lot,” I said, hoping and praying she would believe me.
“OK, don’t be too long. I am hungry and I’ll wait for you,” she said. I sighed in relief when I heard her close the door to my room.
I finished my shower as quickly as I could and dried my hair. To my amazement, my pussy was still wet. It felt squishy and no amount of drying helped. I gave up as I heard my mom call out to me. I wore a sexy pair of shorts and a tshirt without a bra. Not that I really needed a bra!
I went down to find mom seated at the kitchen table. I avoided her look as I busied myself fiddling with the plates as I dished out some rice and curry. I sat down and felt her check my hair out. She nodded approvingly.
“Looks like Sharon has done a nice job with you,” she said and I felt blood rushing to my face.
My mom misunderstood my blush and said that she thought the hair style suited me. I nodded, trying not to look at her face.
“Is something wrong?” she asked, her motherly instincts kicking in.
“No mom!” I responded, a bit too sharply.
“You look a little dazed,” she said. With this she got up and sat down next to me. I couldn’t help but notice her big breasts. They reminded me of Sharon.
My mom doesn’t worry too much about showing skin at home and I felt my eyes going to her cleavage. I kicked myself mentally and started to concentrate on my lunch. We talked about hundreds of things that Mothers and daughters talk about and finally lunch was over. I went back to my room. I wanted to give teddy another run but it was too dangerous to do that with my mom around. I waited for my massage with Sharon with so much longing that I dreamt of her almost everyday.
Finally, the day came and by the time I got to the salon, I was so eager to see her that I almost bumped into the older gorgeous lady as she was walking out of the salon. I felt her soft breasts against me as I struggled to regain my balance. She smiled at me as she ushered me into a dimly lit room with a massage table in the middle. There were a few candles and the room had a pleasant fragrance.
“Please get undressed while I get Sharon,” she said as she walked out of the room, with her hips swaying gently.
I took off my dress and wore the towel that was neatly folded on a chair. Finally the door opened and Sharon walked in and my heart sank. There was another girl with her. she was dark skinned and around 5′ 5″. Her hips were slimmer than Sharon’s but she was stacked like Sharon. Then I realized that she was wearing a padded bra that accentuated her heavy bosom. Sharon was smiling but she gave no indication of our close encounter through her body language. I presumed that it was because of the presence of the other girl. She introduced the other girl to me has Asha. Asha made me lie face down on the massage table, after loosening the towel. She then started to rub my back with massage oil that was heated up to match my body temperature. Her hands were so gentle and lingering. Then I felt another pair of hands and I lifted my head slowly to see Sharon standing right in front of me, inches away from my head. I lay my head into the doughnut shaped headrest as I felt her hands knead my shoulder muscles. The thought of her inches away from my body made me excited beyond words; my heartbeat reached a zillion beats a minute in a record number of seconds and finally settled down to a manageable level.
I felt Sharon’s lower tummy rest against my head. I may have imagined it, but I distinctly felt the table losing its height. I opened my eyes and the floor seemed closer now.
My heart rate jumped again as I felt Sharon’s thigh against my head. There was no mistaking that thigh. It rested gently against the top of my head as she massaged my shoulders. Asha’s hands kept moving along my back finding nerves that I never thought that existed. I was feeling so relaxed until I heard Asha whisper in my ear.
“Do you mind if I climb onto your back?” she asked sending shivers up my spine. I moaned, my head nodding in agreement. I heard clothes coming off and didn’t dare to look at what was going on. I felt the table creak as she climbed onto my back, her legs rested on either side of me as she let my butt take some of her weight. I felt her panties against my butt. From the feel of the material, I realized it was satin. I felt her hands start to rub my skin again. Her crotch started to rub against my butt rhythmically as she continued her massage. The thought of her pussy rubbing against my butt did wonders to the moisture level of my pussy.
“Are you wearing silk panties?” I asked, my voice shaking.
“Yes, do you feel the material?” she asked.
“Yes, I can,” I replied.
“Most clients don’t like lace panties as its rough against the skin,” she explained.
“Some clients, don’t like satin either,” she said giggling.
“I think she is one of those clients,” I heard Sharon answer with another giggle.
Before I could protest, Asha was off my back and the panty came off like lightning. She got back on my back and now I felt her shaved smooth pussy against my butt. I couldn’t help but moan and tried to lift my butt to meet her rhythmical movements. She stopped me from moving by putting more weight on me.
“Nisha, you must relax. You are our guest here,” Asha said giggling. I stopped moving.
“Sharon, I think you should get undressed too,” Asha said.
“Do you want me to strip, Nisha?” Sharon asked. I could only croak, not knowing what would happen next. My mind was at the point of no return. I was not going to let anything short of an earthquake stop this little threesome. I kept my eyes shut as I heard the sound of zippers and her bra being unsnapped. I felt her warm naked thigh against my cheek as she continued her shoulder massage. Then I realized that Sharon was as wet as me. I could smell her pussy. It was unmistakable. I felt her moving towards my elbow that was jutting out of the massage table. Her legs widened as it came closer and closer to my elbow. I could see her as my face was turned towards her now. I almost jumped as my elbow disappeared into her crotch. I pushed it against her pussy as I felt its moist warmth. Asha’s pussy was dripping on my butt. Both women were breathing hard. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of kissing. Asha was kissing Sharon. The sound of two moist exploring mouths engulfed the small room.
“Oh Asha, your lips are so sexy,” I heard Sharon moan, ending in more kissing sounds. These sounds contributed to the increased wetness between my legs. Asha kept rubbing her pussy gently against my butt as she kissed Sharon. Sharon’s pussy rubbed against my elbow. I felt her lips separate against my elbow. My pussy was wet and I was hyperventilating.
“I think her thighs need some attention too,” whispered Sharon, her mouth disengaging Asha’s with a loud smack.
Asha turned so that her back was facing my head and started to knead my thighs. She parted my legs gently, making room for her hands. Her palms were so close to my pussy lips and I was willing her to move closer. It was so hard not to scream at her to touch my pussy. But the fact that I let her tease me made it even more exciting for me. Her hands kneaded the top of my thighs, moving slowly down slick with massage oil. It was so relaxing to be pampered this way except for the fact that two horny women with wet pussies had their sights on my slim little body. The edges of Asha’s palm kept rubbing lightly against my pussy lips, teasing me. This made my blood pump harder than ever.
“I think you guys are ignoring your client,” I complained.
“She is right, Sharon,” Asha replied. She climbed off my back and they started to turn me onto my back. Sharon took a piece of cloth and blindfolded me. They also tied my hands and feet to the table. My legs were parted and I had no way of closing them. I felt Asha climbing on me again. I felt a pair of lips start to kiss my cheek, sucking the skin. They moved towards my ear, licking the inside of the ear. I got goose bumps all over. The tongue tickled my ears but I had no way of stopping her as I was immobile now. Sharon’s tongue licked my face and it found my lips. Her fingers held my lips closed as she sucked on them. Asha joined in and they began to feast on my mouth. I tried to kiss them but Sharon’s fingers held my lips in place. I gave up, letting the girls have their way.
“Sharon, I love her small breasts,” Asha said.
“Can I suck on them, Nisha?” she asked. I nodded my head in response. I felt Asha’s tongue start on its way to my breasts. She took her time. Her tongue followed my cleavage, moving to my right breast. Her tongue circled my nipple, avoiding it. I tried to push it into her mouth, but she avoided it skillfully. I pleaded her to suck my nipple.
“Oh, Sharon, please suck my nipple. Oh darling, please suck it hard!!” I moaned but this did not change her course.
Sharon, moved to the other nipple. She did the same to that nipple. I was going crazy. I started to scream their names, asking them to suck my nipples.
Suddenly when I least expected it, the two ladies sucked my nipples hard at the same time. I have never experienced such an exquisite feeling. I guess it was because my eyes were closed and that heightened my senses. The two ladies almost hurt me with the rythmic sucking of my tender nipples. I called out to the them to give my nipples a break. I felt them lift off my nipples and I heard them kiss each other.
“Kiss my nipples Sharon,” said Asha. I heard her moan as Sharon responded. She sucked Asha’s breasts noisily. Sharon pushed my blindfold up so that I could see them. It was so erotic to see Sharon kiss the other girl’s breasts tenderly. I got a glimpse of Asha’s nipples from time to time as it slipped out of Sharon’s mouth. It was hard and dark. I wanted to suck them so much. Every time Sharon’s mouth sucked one of them, she shuddered.
Asha pulled Sharon up by her hair so that she got a chance to suck her lips. They kissed tenderly, their tongues exploring each other like snakes in heat. Their breasts competed for space as they kissed each other. The skin bulged as each breast tried to push the other away.
I could see that they were very comfortable with each other by the way they played together. Sharon, pushed Asha roughly down to her large breasts. They shook as her body tensed when Asha bit one of her nipples. Sharon slapped Asha and I was a bit surprised to see Asha moan as if asking for more. Sharon slapped Asha again. It was not a violent slap but I heard the sound. I saw Sharon’s hand move under Asha’a neck squeezing it a little bit as she sucked her breasts hungrily.
Sharon noticed my concern and she smiled at me. “Asha loves a little bit of rough play, don’t you?” she asked.
Asha moaned in assent without taking her mouth off the soft mountains of softness. She moved to Sharon’s other breast while she got slapped a little more.
My foot was really close to Sharon’s buttocks and I pushed my toes against her crack. She looked at me and smiled mischievously. She parted her cheeks and rubbed herself against my toes. It was really erotic and I kept rubbing my toe against her anus. She turned around for a little while to wet it with her saliva and literally sat on my toe.
“Do you like to fuck me with your toe Nisha?” she asked. Before I could reply, my toe was buried deep in her pussy, while Asha sucked her breasts. I wiggled my toe as she fucked it like a cock. I wanted to suck her pussy so much. “Oh please Sharon, I want to lick your pussy once more. I wanted it so much since the last time I met you,” I said to her.
She looked at me once again and started to move towards me, pulling out of Asha’s clutches. She climbed on top of me and presented me with her lovely pussy. It was dripping wet as it came closer and closer to my waiting mouth. My tongue was quivering in anticipation. Her pussy stopped about an inch away from my mouth. I reached its puffy lips with my tongue, teasing the middle. I licked it gently along the length. Her wetness tasted so sweet on my tongue. I then felt Asha licking my thighs and moving towards my pussy. I moaned as I licked Sharon harder. She untied one of my hands and pushed it towards her anus. I started to tease her little hole as my tongue pushed further into her pussy. She was fucking my tongue now. My finger slipped into her ass and I felt Asha’s tongue flick at my clitoris. I increased my intensity of licking against Sharon’s pussy and pushed myself against Asha’s face. I wished she would finger my anus and as if she read my mind, I felt her finger rub against my other opening. The finger slipped in easily.
Sharon ground her pussy against my face as she moaned my name. “Oh, gosh, Nisha fuck my pussy and ass with your tongue and finger. Oh gosh, make me come baby,” she moaned. I moved faster as I felt her reaching her climax. The thought of her reaching her climax intensified my sensations and I came a few seconds after her screaming into her pussy.
We lay there for a while as I slowly came down to earth. When I opened my eyes, Sharon was standing by me with an odd looking apparatus in her hands. I realized that she was holding onto a strap on. I looked at her and she had one on and Asha was sucking it like a cock.
“Please wear this Nisha,” she said. “Asha loves two cocks,” she laughed as I looked incredulously at the strap on. They helped me get into it and I felt weird having a dick. Asha started to lick mine and I realized that I had a smaller cock than Sharon. Sharon lay on the floor and Asha climbed onto her cock her back to me. She called me to the front so that she could suck my strap on while Sharon fucked her. Asha looked at me and said, “Why don’t you get that thing up my ass?”
I was clueless about anal sex apart from what I had seen in movies. They stopped and helped me mount Asha. She parted her cheeks for me and I pushed the slippery cock into her ass. She moaned as I pushed it slowly into her. We started to move and my strap on slipped out a couple of times before I got the hang of it. But in the end I was fucking her like a man! Asha got wilder as she got closer and closer and I thought she would never come because it kept going on and on. Finally, she screamed as her body shuddered under me. My legs were shaking from the exertion. It must be hard being guy, I presumed as I pulled out of Asha’s ass and pushed the strap onto into Sharon’s mouth. Then I sucked Sharon’s strap on tasting Asha’s pussy juice on it. We lay there on the floor for a while and I must have dozed off. When I woke up, there were two ladies looking down at me. It was Asha and Sharon and they lifted me up and took me to the bathroom. They pushed me under the shower and started to give me the best shower I have ever had. This is simply because both their mouths were focused solely on my pussy for most of the time.
Hope you enjoyed this. Write to me with your ideas for part 3. This is dedicated to one of my fans Shanna. By the way I am a guy. Enjoy!!

Walter picked up the box left on his doorstep, slightly confused and very wary. It was from his ex-girlfriend Veronica who had caught him cheating on her at a party last week, blatantly having anal sex with another girl. Anal was something Veronica had always refused to do for him, saying that it was dirty and gross, and she’d thrown a fit when she’d caught him with Tara. They were most definitely not dating anymore and so he had no idea why she’d be leaving something for him…
Going inside he opened it cautiously to find an unmarked video tape. Curiosity ruled the decision of course and he immediately put it into the VCR and pressed play… Veronica’s face immediately filled the screen and she smiled sweetly.
“Hi Walter honey…” the smile looked slightly stilted and fake, “I made this tape, especially for you…” the camera zoomed out as she stepped back. She was completely and gloriously naked, he could feel himself getting hard at the sight of the firm swell of her breasts and the curve of her slim waist to her spectacular ass. Suddenly he froze as the camera picked up a guy there, a guy he recognized.
Doug. The bane of his existence… the guy who his high school sweetheart Cassie had cheated on him with. The guy she had left him for. The guy who was now standing with Veronica and caressing his body; smiling she put her hand on his chest and Walter snarled at the TV.
“I’m sure you remember Doug,” she smiled as her hand slid down his chest and to his groin where she gripped his hard dick, “And Cassie, she’s the one taping.”
“Hi Walter,” that voice… sweet, husky and low, definitely Cassie’s.
Casually, Veronica began pumping Doug’s dick as she spoke, “Cassie’s such a darling, Walter. Why when she found out what you’d done to me, over a little bit of anal sex, and how upset I was, she had the perfect solution… you see, Doug here has never had an anal virgin,” she smiled up at him and he smiled back down at her, his hand sliding down to the firm flesh of her ass and squeezing, “And I’ve never had a dick up my ass.” Turning back to the camera her smile was blinding now, “I thought that you, of all people, should definitely get a chance to watch.”
Sweating, disgusted and enraged, he pressed the stop button.
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A few hours later, after pacing and talking angrily to himself, he couldn’t help but come back to the tape. No matter how much he was sure he didn’t want to watch it, he couldn’t help himself.
Veronica was on all fours, the camera made sure to pan her entire body from her excited face and hard nipples all the way down to her dripping pussy and crinkled asshole. Smirking at the camera, Doug pressed the bottle of lube to Veronica’s asshole and inserted it, squeezing the liquid directly into her body and pulling it out so that some of it got on the outside too.
“Oh it’s cold!” Veronica exclaimed, and Walter nearly groaned as her ass jiggled and the little hole actually opened and closed. Much to his disgust at himself, he could feel his groin tightening.
Pressing his finger to her hole, Doug began to push in, telling her, “Oh baby… you have the tightest ass I’ve ever felt…”
“Oh god…” panted Veronica, her ass cheeks jiggling as her hole tightened and released around the invading finger, “It feels so big…” Walter was now rock hard as Doug’s entire finger buried itself into her ass and he began to pump it in and out of that sweet hole.
Pressing a second finger to her back door Doug started opening her up even more, and she moaned as her ass stretched - even pushing back against his fingers. Although Walter was enraged at her blatant sluttiness while getting fingered in the ass - not to mention incredibly jealous - his dick felt like it was going to explode. Reaching down he began to stroke it, just to get some of the edge off while he watched.
“Does that feel good baby?” Doug was sneering lustfully at her swaying backside as he pumped her ass with his fingers, ramming them in harder and harder.
“Oh god yes,” she panted, “I can feel your fingers splitting open my ass… Oh god, Walter he’s stretching out my poor little asshole… ooooo it feels so good!!!” Even though he shook with rage at the fact that she was addressing him while getting fingered in the ass by Doug of all people, his dick was completely ignoring that emotion. It was rock hard and throbbing in his hand, wishing that it was there to split her ass open even further.
“Ohhh…” she moaned as he pulled his fingers from her ass, “Yes, come on baby, fuck my ass! Fuck my poor little virgin ass!!!”
The camera zoomed in for a very close in shot as Doug put the head of his dick next to her small crinkled hole, making it very clear just how much cock her ass was going to be swallowing. Her asscheeks shuddered as his dick began to open up that tiny hole, Walter groaned and squeezed his dick as he watched her ass stretch. Veronica was moaning erotically as the mushroom head popped into her body and she let out a little gasp, her back arching. The camera pulled out a little so that he could watch as her body shook while that thick dick began to plunder her backside, working its way slowly in and out of her body, pressing a little further each time.
“Oh baby… it hurts so good,” she moaned, reaching under herself to rub at her clit, fingers playing energetically, “I feel so full… oh god… put it in, put it all in!”
She shrieked as Doug obeyed and plunged the last few inches of his dick fully into her backside, without waiting for her to recover he began thrusting hard and fast, taking no mercy on her virgin ass.
“God damn you’re tight,” he grunted as he ravaged her deflowered ass. The camera caught a tear sliding down her cheek even as her face was twisted in passion, her ass humping back against his invading dick. Every thrust was like a blow to her body and she had to lower herself to her forearm, her ass pushed high in the air to take the abuse as she continued to play with her pussy with one hand.
Walter realized that he was fisting his dick in rhthym with Doug’s thrusts, but he couldn’t stop himself; even though he was angry and betrayed, the scene in front of him was so hot that the lust was taking over all other emotions. His hand moved faster and faster as Doug plundered his ex’s ass, her sweet delicious ass that he’d always lusted after and had never gotten. Now she was moaning louder, he recognized the higher sound that indicated she was nearing orgasm and his cock twitched in his hand. Veronica was going to cum while Doug deflowered her ass.
Shaking and moaning she threw her head back, screaming loudly as she came. Doug took full advantage and grabbed her hair, keeping her head back and using it to pull her body roughly back against his hard, plundering thrusts. Her tits were flopping all over the place as he buried himself for the final time, his dick lodged deep in her ass… Walter could just imagine what it would feel like to be cumming in that rippling, orgasmic hole, its tightness convulsing around his dick and gripping him oh so tightly… wetness spurted over his hand as he came, white froth that spattered his thighs and belly.
Panting he watched as she quivered with the effort of continuing to hold herself up as Doug pulled out of her ass and the camera zoomed in on her hole which was starting to leak cum. Then the picture shut off, and he was left alone on his couch, his own jizz becoming sticky on his legs.

*****
A great many people have undertaken to portray Agatha Christie’s Belgian detective, Hercule Poirot, but in my opinion, none has done it as well as David Suchet, star of ITW productions of Poirot. It is his image that I use as my visual and those of Hugh Fraser (Captain Hastings), Pauline Moran (Miss Lemon) and Philip Jackson (Chief Inspector Japp). ENJOY!
*****
Poirot put on his pajamas and slid into bed, his mind buzzing with his encounter with Joceline. Oh, she was so beautiful! And the way she looked when he kissed her: eyes closed, nostrils gently flaring. And her mouth was so soft and her tongue so gentle. “Oh, Lina.” His hand slid across his chest, just as hers had done not thirty minutes earlier, targeting his nipples. She had whispered how much she’d like to run her fingers through his silky chest hair and he had melted at the thought. Now, he imagined her mouth on his nipples, her tongue teasing the tiny nubs.
His cock hardened painfully against his pajama bottoms and he unbuttoned the pants, allowing himself to spring free. He wasn’t well-endowed but he was proud of his 6½ inches and its girth and his hand gripped it at the base, giving it a long strong upwards as he imagined that it was her tiny hand instead. A low groan slipped from his throat and he stroked again, squeezing the pre-cum out and coating the head with it.
A deep tingle ran the length of his prick, making his toes curl and he hissed in pleasure, tightening his fist and stroking a little faster. The fat mushroom head bounced against his fingers, slick with his juices and he drew his hand upward, giving it a hard squeeze before stroking down again. He felt his release building, hot and sweet, coiling around the base of his spine and drawing him tight like a piano wire. He couldn’t breathe; the sensation was so strong that he could only whimper stroke for stroke, breathless with anticipation.
“Ah, mon amour. Lina!” His cock jerked in his palm and thick strings of semen pulsed across his stomach, each accompanied by a short moan. After the fourth, he took a deep breath and let go. Just then, a knock rang on his door and the agitated voice of Glynnis sounded from the other side.
“Mr. Poirot?”
“Uh, yes?”
“There’s a telephone call for you from Scotland Yard. ‘e said it’s urgent.”
“Give to me one minute.” He dashed into the bathroom and hurriedly cleaned his cum from his belly and hands, threw on his robe and slippers and opened the door. Glynnis gave a short curtsy, a kerchief around volumes of her red hair. “Where is the phone?”
“Just in ‘ere, sir.” She led him into a small study and Poirot snatched up the phone. “Hello?”
“You’re a hard man to find, Poirot. Having fun with the tony set?”
“Good evening, Chief Inspector Japp. How can I help you?”
“We’ve got another dead one. This time, it’s Sister Evangeline. Almost the same as Sister Bernadetta. There are signs of sexual intercourse but she died from smothering.”
“Anything missing?”
“Yes, but Sister Lilia won’t say. She said that she’ll only talk to you.”
“I was under the impression that I offended her during my last visit … ”
“Ah, yes.” Japp laughed at that. He would never have imagined that Hercule Poirot could offend anyone. “She told us about that. Very loudly, I might add. But she insisted that we were still officers and that she wanted to speak with the great detective.”
“All right, Japp. Hastings and I will see you at the orphanage tomorrow.”
“Thanks, Poirot.”
Poirot hung the receiver back on its cradle and turned to thank Glynnis, pausing when he realized that he was alone. He shrugged, sighed and left the study, heading back down the hallway to his room. On the way, he took a fork in the corridor and went the wrong way, heading past Joceline’s room. He knew it was her room because her lovely gown had been hung outside for the maids to fluff and package for travel. Poirot stepped in front of the portal, raising his hand to knock and stopping when he heard voices inside.
“What’s the problem? I just don’t understand.” The answering voice was deep and muffled and Poirot couldn’t hear what was said. “Then why did you ask me here?” Another response, short and sweet. “That’s not fair! That’s not fair at all! What did you expect from me?” This time, the response was louder, but the words were still unintelligible. “All these years, I’ve never asked you for a thing! Not money, not a thing! And now you accuse me of being here for that?” A few more words. “No, just leave. We will be leaving in the morning any way. You can pay us then.”
He heard the creaking of the floor as someone approached the door and Poirot hightailed it into a dark recess of the hallway, watching as a tall figure stepped out and headed the opposite direction. Joceline came to the doorway, quickly glancing both ways down the hall. Poirot fought the urge to gasp as her eyes fell upon him and he got the impression that she saw him. Hanging her head, she shut the door and the light under her door was extinguished.
Poirot stood in the shadows, his eyes watering as he battled with his conscience. He wouldn’t have felt any different about her had he not heard the conversation but now, now that he’d heard it, his detective instincts exploded into wakefulness, leaving his emotions far behind. What did the lovely singer Joceline Tarrant have to hide and to whom was she speaking?
The heart of Hercule Poirot shrunk back into hibernation, the Belgian silently cursing himself as the realization sunk in that he had allowed his passion to override his intellect. Never again, he said to himself as he retreated to his room. Never again.
*****
” … and I thought that the way she vocally phrased the song was just wonderful! Didn’t you think so, Poirot?”
The detective scowled, desperately trying to ignore his associate’s words. Hastings was in a rare mood this morning, liberally heaping his plate with soft scrambled eggs, kippers and fried potatoes. He had seen Joceline across the room, chatting with guests and was still as smitten with her as he had been the first time he’d seen her.
For once, Hastings quit speaking, realizing that his friend had remained silent the entire length of his conversation. “What’s wrong, old chap?”
“Nothing, Hastings.” Poirot forced himself into motion, setting the steel lid aside and gazing in at half-jelled eggs. His stomach turned. “Are the eggs good?”
“Don’t try to change the subject, Poirot. I haven’t been friends with you for all these years not to realize when someone’s changing the subject.” Hastings moved closer to his friend, the intensity of his voice dropping. “And I know that the way you felt about Miss Tarrant last night is definitely different than how you feel now.” He set his plate down. “So what happened?”
“Nothing, Hastings. Just as I said.” The detective spat, elbowing past the captain and heading into the crowd, hoping to get lost. Unfortunately, his movement had caught Joceline’s eye and she met him in the middle, her smile nervous.
“Good morning, Hercule.”
“Good morning, mademoiselle< />.”
Joceline noticed the coldness in his reply and knew that he had been the person in the hallway last night. Her heart dropped in her chest and she stammered, “I-I was just going to grab a little breakfast.”
“Enjoy yourself then.” He turned his back on her, intent on heading in the opposite direction but her hand on his shoulder stopped him.
“Please don’t do this, Hercule. If you’re angry with me, let’s talk about it, but please, don’t shut me out.”
Poirot closed his eyes and sighed, letting his shoulders droop. “I am not shutting you out, I’m merely … ”
“Yes, you are.” She stepped a little closer so that her words were for his ears only. “You know what? Forget it. I thought we had started something wonderful but I see that you’re just like the rest of them.” She paused. “Everyone has a past, Hercule, including you.”
Her words sent a knife through him and he whirled to address her, distressed to find that she was already gone. His eyes searched the crowd, desperately trying to locate her but her beautiful fall of black hair and baby blue dress was nowhere to be found. He ground his teeth and began to edge out to the hallway when Duke Wilmouth’s voice rang out over the gathering.
“Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please?” The crowd immediately quieted with just a few murmurs of continued conversations. “I wanted to do this last night but my son came to me and said that there a business emergency and he had to leave. I asked her what her name was.” Laughter filled the space and Poirot smiled, the mirth not reaching his eyes. “But seriously, you have all known my son, Wesley, for as long as you’ve known me and I hope that you will join me in supporting his bid in the next general election! May I present to you, the next representative in the House of Commons, my son, Lord Wesley Wilmouth!”
A roar of approval rent the air and a handsome young man entered the room, shaking hands as he moved through the crowd, heading for the podium. Lord Wesley greatly resembled his father, in both stature and looks and the picture of them standing next to each other was a perfect father/son portrait. Poirot’s attention was tugged to the doorway where Joceline stood watching quietly. Her eyes met his and she turned away, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue.
Poirot watched her leave, his heart breaking with her every step and Hastings patted his shoulder. “You’re making a big mistake letting that one go, Poirot.”
His usually quick wit defeated him at this moment. “Let us go, mon ami.” His voice was soft, his hurt running deep. “The chief inspector is waiting for us.”
*****
Miss Lemon stood outside the door, looking in on her motionless employer. Every day, since Poirot and Hastings had returned from Wilmouth’s Fall Gathering four weeks ago, the Belgian detective had spent most of the morning and afternoon staring aimlessly out of the windows. She heard the door behind her open and she glanced back to see Hastings entering, removing his hat and coat as he approached.
“Good morning, Miss Lemon. How is our patient today?”
“The same, Captain Hastings. He hasn’t moved a muscle!” She whispered, still staring at Poirot. “He can’t keep doing this every day!”
“He has a broken heart, Miss Lemon. He doesn’t know how to react.”
“You do not need to stand there and speak about me as if I am dead.” Poirot said softly, slowly turning to look at his friends.
Hastings and Miss Lemon glanced at each other and stepped into the office, both clearly uncomfortable. They had always looked to Poirot for support or comfort and it was strange to them to be on the opposite side. “Sorry, Poirot.” Hastings sat on the couch while Miss Lemon remained standing. “We just figured that you were so deep in thought … ”
“Not so deep in thought that I could not hear you.”
“Sorry, Mr. Poirot, but you’ve been moping around here for so long … ”
“I do not mope, Miss Lemon!”
“Poirot, you haven’t moved much from this office since Joceline … ”
“I will thank you not to mention her name, Hastings.”
“Why?”
Poirot turned around, staring at his friend. “What do you mean, why? Because I do not wish to hear her name!”
“Yes, but why, Poirot? You were so in love with her … ”
“Poirot was not in love!”
“Maybe Mr. Poirot needs to fall in love.” Miss Lemon’s sensible voice said softly. “Love is sometimes painful, Mr. Poirot, but you can’t miss the journey.”
Poirot glared at her for a long moment. “But what if I do not want to take this painful journey?”
“Then you remain alone.” Her eyes grew pink and watery. “And lonely.”
Hastings fished an envelope out of his pocket, along with a small box and laid it on the desk in front of the detective. “I think you should read this.”
Poirot read the addressor and addressee information and looked up at his friend. “How long have you had this?”
“She sent it to me two weeks ago, when she reached Paris.”
“Why didn’t she just send it to me?”
Hastings sighed. “She was afraid that you wouldn’t accept it.”
Poirot looked down at the envelope that had Hastings’ name written on it in an elegant hand, then very carefully, very reverently, he pulled out the sheaf of oatmeal paper.
Dear Captain Hastings,
Please forgive me for not saying goodbye to you but my band and I had to leave early to make sure that we were not late for the train. You were so kind to me. I thank you for that kindness. It was so refreshing to find such individuals as you and Hercule that were willing to see past the color of my skin and wanting to get to know me.
I’m writing this letter partly to thank you and partly to ask you for a favor. Hercule and I … well, our special friendship didn’t end as well as I’d hoped and I … forgive me, Captain Hastings. I have never felt this way about anyone before and I think that Hercule feels the same way about me. I know that his reputation as a detective requires him to be on guard all the time but I had hoped that he would remember that we are all mortals on this planet, that we all have past lives and secrets. It seems that I do not qualify.
I have enclosed a small gift that I purchased for Hercule. I would greatly appreciate it if you would be so kind as to forward this on to him with my deepest regards. Maybe he and I can reconnect in the future. I am hoping so.
If you are ever in Paris, please look me up. I have permanently reserved two tickets in the hopes that you and Hercule will come to see the show.
Sincerely, Joceline Tarrant
Poirot didn’t dare move for a moment once he’d finished reading the letter. His hands were shaking, his chest felt tight and his pince-nez had fallen, leaving his eyesight occluded and rapidly darkening. With thick, clumsy fingers, he opened the flat box, pressing the tissue flaps aside and lifting a handsome monogrammed money clip from its cotton bed.
“Oh, Mr. Poirot!” Miss Lemon breathed.
“I say!” Hastings exclaimed.
Poirot let his fingers run along the sides of the golden item, deep in thought. He imagined the smile on her face as she placed the box in his hand. He felt the heat in her hands as she touched his cheeks, her fingertips playing along the line of his mustache. He tasted her sweet lips when she leaned forward, pressing her soft mouth against his. He closed his eyes against the thoughts.
“It doesn’t have to be too late, Mr. Poirot.” Miss Lemon whispered. “She’s given you an open invitation.”
Hastings watched the change in Poirot’s face. “What do you say, Poirot?”
The great Belgian detective slowly arose to his feet and turned to the window, the money clip in his warm grasp. “Miss Lemon, if you please, book us two tickets for Paris.”
*****
For the fifth time that day, Joceline caught herself stroking the rose that Poirot had given her during their Ball. She would never have expected such a man to be so gentle, so passionate. Blood rushed to her cheeks when she remembered the warmth of his hands on her body and tears curdled in her eyes. Are you thinking about me, Hercule? Are you missing me as much as I miss you?
She sighed deeply and returned to applying her make-up when there was a knock on the door. “Come in.”
Ellie, the stage manager stepped in. “Hi, Lina. Just wanted to stop by and let you know that the spotlight is fixed.”
“Oh, good. Thank you, Ellie.”
“You’re on in twenty.”
“Thanks.” The door shut again and she turned back to the mirror, gazing at her reflection. Her face was beautiful but her eyes were sad. Maybe that was why she was singing torch songs instead of something more uplifting. She set the brush down and rubbed her forehead, fighting tears that threatened to explode. There was another knock on the door and she sniffed, dabbing the tears away. “Come in.”
Again, the door swung open, but this time, it was not Ellie. Poirot stood there, his hat and cane in hand. His eyes met hers in the mirror. “Hello, Lina.”
She couldn’t help herself. She jumped up and flung herself into his arms, sobbing with relief when she felt his arms encircle her, holding her tightly. “Oh, Hercule. I was hoping … I was hoping … ”
Poirot pulled back and captured her lovely mouth with his own, relishing the softness of her lips and the tender play of her tongue against his. God, how he had missed this woman! She whimpered low in her throat, the sound making the heat rise in his body and he crushed her closer, pushing his hips against hers so she could feel his hard cock, so she would know the extent of his interest.
“I am sorry.” He whispered against her brow, holding her close. “I am so sorry to judge you, my dear Lina.”
“No, it’s all right to judge me, Hercule.” Joceline looked up at him. “But it’s not all right to shut me out. I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”
“Later.” He murmured, bending to kiss her again. This time, he let his hands roam over her back, his hands curving in to cup her breasts.
She trembled in her arms, her moans muffled by the stroke of his tongue and she shook again when his fingers slid under the folds of her robe to find her heated flesh. “Hercule.” His lips started at her throat, his hands pushing the garment open as he went, coasting over her perfumed slopes until he reached her knobby nipples. “Oh, yes!” The words slipped from her mouth in an elated gasp as his hot mouth covered her nipple, licking and sucking until she was so hard that it was painful. He kissed across the valley and attacked the other nipple, leaving it in the same state as the other and making her breathless.
Poirot lifted his head, his pulse firing at the lust he read in her dark eyes. “Ma cherie, as much as I want to, we cannot do this here.” He pulled the robe closed, retying the sash. “I would not feel comfortable making love to you in this place.” He bent and nipped her neck, drawing her gasp. “And I want our time together to be private.” A knock sounded on the door and Ellie called out a ten minute warning. “And unhurried.”
Joceline nodded, so happy that she couldn’t think straight. “Will you be staying for the show?”
“Most assuredly. I have brought Captain Hastings with me so we shall watch the show and then we will all have dinner afterwards.”
She stepped closer, sliding her hands under his lapels possessively, her voice teasing and seductive. “And later?”
“We will have dessert.” Poirot answered, taking her mouth in a long, deep kiss. “And I will continue where I left off.” Picking his hat and cane up from the table, he opened the door, quickly adjusting his stiff prick. “See you later.”
“Yes, see you later.” Joceline closed the door and leaned against it with a huge smile. Yes, Hercule. I will see you later.