A Chamber of Delights (10 page)

Boo smiled demurely. ‘That was marvellous, darling. And I love you. Will you lick me off? I’m dreadfully horny and I won’t come unless someone licks my quim.’ She reached out and brushed Gael’s cheek with long, red nails.

Gael took the hand and held it. ‘No, Boo. Not now. I’ve got guests to see to. Anyway – I came to tell you that Anthony wants to take the hairdresser somewhere private.’

Boo’s eyes lit up. ‘How private?’

Gael smiled. ‘Not so private that anyone spying through a crack in the door wouldn’t be able to see what they were up to.’

Boo beamed. ‘You are marvellous, Gael. How can I repay you for your understanding?’

Gael dropped her hand and kissed her lightly on the lips. ‘You can tell people what a marvellous party it was and that I’m offering to help those who want to work out their fantasies.’

Boo’s eyes went wide. ‘Will you help me with my fantasy now?’

Gael took her hand and led her up the stairs. She took her to a bedroom and opened the bathroom door. ‘This bathroom serves the room next door as well,’ she whispered conspiratorially. ‘I’ll bring Anthony and his hairdresser into that room.’ She went to the opposite door, towing Boo behind her. As she opened it slightly, they could see the double bed just a few feet away.

Gael turned to Boo. ‘Now, keep the light off. And keep quiet. If they want to use the bathroom, you’ll have to retreat to the other bedroom. Got it?’

Boo smiled naughtily. ‘Got it.’

GAEL WAS SHAKING
as she showed Anthony the door to the second bedroom. She retired discreetly as he went to find Francine. The party was in full swing now, people everywhere animatedly engaged in conversation. One couple on a sofa were engrossed in heavy petting with his hand inside her knickers, her finger rubbing his leg. Then she slipped his zip and pulled his penis out. They seemed not to be bothered by the glances from the others, and soon a crowd had gathered around the scene.

The woman knelt and went down on his shaft. Her bottom stuck up in the air. An onlooker casually peeled her dress up her back and another slipped her panties down her legs. She seemed not to have noticed as she sucked on the man, her labia quite swollen as she worked up and down. Then someone took out a silver cigar case from his pocket, dipped it in champagne and eased it into her anus.

The woman gasped and the crowd murmured with anticipation.

The cigar case was like a metal penis, rounded at one end, but open at the other. As he slid it deeply into her smallest hole he wiggled it about.

Still she sucked the man.

Now the man with the cigar case took a lady’s fan
and began to smack her lightly on her bottom. As he struck the case, it slipped in more deeply and made the woman wriggle on its length. Now he put his finger in the open end and worked it in small circles. Other helping hands stroked slowly down her thighs. She moaned and sucked harder.

‘So – how have you been since I saw you last, Gael?’

Gael shook her gaze from the fascinating scene, and turned to find herself looking at an old acquaintance.

‘I’m fine, thanks, Charles.’ She threw her hair back nonchalantly and fixed his gaze. The last time they’d met, he’d put her over a hay bale in a stable, whipping her nicely with a rein while she’d pushed her bottom out to him. But he hadn’t taken her or fulfilled her, and that had made her angry. He’d simply trussed her hands behind her back and sat down on another bale. He’d spread her feet with his, and tickled her labia with a straw, masturbating himself while he’d talked about the weather and his horses.

‘You look radiant, Gael, sweetie.’ He bent and kissed her cheek. ‘Have you found someone rich to do you?’

She ignored his ‘sweetie’ and pulled herself up straight. ‘I’m surprised you came, Charlie. You weren’t invited.’ She stared him coldly in the eyes.

He smirked. ‘I came with Penny.’ He nodded to the brunette who had been fingering Boo. ‘She mentioned that you were going to be here. I just had to see what little game you’re playing.’

‘So that you can go running back to tell Bunny Grymwell?’

He shrugged the question away, but she knew that was what he’d do. Good. The sooner that bastard Grymwell knew that she’d made good, the better she’d like it. But now she had to have recruits for her fantasies game.

She changed her demeanour, fingering the lapel of his tuxedo. ‘Have you come to confess your sins, and reveal your deepest secrets, Charlie?’

He frowned theatrically. ‘No way. But I know a man who has.’

‘Oh? And who might that be?’

He smiled. ‘Tell me where to send him, and you’ll find out.’

Gael ignored the question as she ran the back of her finger up the inside of his leg, and over the bulge of his genitals before she turned away. Then she went upstairs and into the bathroom where Boo was kneeling on the floor.

Boo nodded to the slightly open door, putting her finger to her lips.

Anthony was already stripped bare on the bed. The naked Francine knelt astride him, facing his feet. Her clothes were scattered on the floor, except for long, black stockings which reached up to her crotch, cutting into the hollows of her loins.

She rubbed her vulva on his lower belly as she brushed his scrotum gently with a silver-backed hair brush. Then she ran a comb through his pubic hair, holding the curly strands between two fingers just as she might when combing out a client.

‘How do you like it, sir?’ she quipped over her shoulder.

‘Any way I can get it, miss.’

‘Any way at all, sir?’ Francine reached for her bag lying at the bottom of the bed, showing Boo and Gael a flash of her cleft as she knelt and stretched. She took out a battery shaver. Then, pulling up the most enormous cock Gael had seen for years, she took the head of it between her thumb and forefinger and began to stroke it with the side of the shaver, making it vibrate. He trembled as the shaft between her fingers swelled.

Now she began to shave his scrotum, all the time rubbing the wide-stretched mouth of her sex upon his hairy belly. It seemed that she needed to feel his heat as she worked him deftly. Soon she had his sac smooth and
hairless. Gael watched as she stroked his balls, making them retract. Then she set to and ran the shaver over his pubis, shearing him expertly. All the time he moaned and pushed up through her fingers, trying to make her work his foreskin.

Gael was reluctant to leave. She knew that the most exciting scenes were yet to come. But she had her guests to think of and she had a more important job to do.

Downstairs, she checked with Sophie that there was enough food and drink. The couple on the sofa were lying panting, his trousers around his ankles, her dress around her hips. She worked his limp penis idly while her other hand worked her nub, her eyes closed, her mouth in a constant smile. Their audience had returned to little huddles, and everything seemed all right.

Gael decided that it was time for her to start the theatrical performance she had planned. She ran up the stairs to get dressed. But just as she was about to turn towards her room, she felt impelled to return to the bathroom and see how Boo was getting on. What was a few minutes more delay? The night was still young.

Boo had her nose to the barely open door. As Gael stood behind her, she could see a slice of the action in the bedroom beyond. Anthony was still on his back, Francine still astride him as she worked his penis slowly with long fingers. He clawed her back and buttocks with his nails, sighing, ‘Make it as hard as iron, darling. Then I’ll shag you harder than you’ve ever been shagged before.’

Francine’s eyes lit up as she gazed at the shaft between her legs. It reared up strongly, the pubis naked, the form of his testes clear within their smoothly shaven sac.

She worked herself backward until her crotch was above his face, then bent down and took his cock into her mouth. As she pushed her mouth down its curving length, he put his face into her crotch and drew deeply
of her scent. Then as she bore down on him, he pushed up into her mouth. At the same time he took the leaves of her sex between his lips.

She licked his shaft from deep between his balls up to the head.

He lapped from her nubbin to her perineum, making her slick with his saliva.

She wriggled on his tongue and sucked him harder.

Now he ate at her. He buried his nose in the valley of her sex and sucked her nubbin until she cried out, ‘No, don’t. That’s too nice. I want to feel your cock inside me first.’

Gael put her finger in her cleft and felt how slippery she was. She needed that length of flesh between her legs. Lifting Boo’s skirt, she laid it along her back. Boo was naked underneath, her bottom pushed out as she knelt.

Quickly Gael went to a cabinet and took out a double-ended dildo. It slipped into her sex so easily she hardly felt it. The testicles at the junction of two supple rubber shafts nestled between her thighs as she knelt astride Boo’s legs. Parting Boo’s sexual lips with her thumbs, she slipped the dildo in.

Boo let out a breath of surprise but kept her face to the crack in the door. Gael pushed as hard as she could, needing to feel the pressure of the rubber hilt against her nub.

Boo clamped down as Gael pulled it out, holding the rubber in herself. That enabled Gael to withdraw from it and feel the solid head ripple down the tunnel of her sex. But she could not come.

Her vaginal muscles closed around the cock. Driving the other half into the kneeling voyeur, she hung on the intruding member, working herself gently on its stiffness, trying to break the dam of her tension. Then she withdrew and looked down at Boo, her bottom still bared. Her knees were wide apart. One shaft of the dildo
protruded from the lips of her pulsing sexual purse. Gael knelt and worked it gently with her hand as they watched the bedroom scene.

Francine sat astride her man, facing him now, his baby-smooth scrotum hard against her pubis. For the first time, Gael could see that she was shaven too. Her mount was bare, the swell of it prominent against a taut, flat belly. Her breasts hung heavily as she worked herself against the man, the nipples as large as Sophie’s, the nimbuses dark brown.

Anthony lay with his eyes closed, clearly enjoying feeling the slippery, hot vulva of the woman as she began to slide it down his cock. Holding it against the lips, she enclosed it between them, running it through her cleft, painting it with her moisture. As the plummy head nudged against her clitoris, she sighed, clearly savouring the sensation.

Then she got to work again. She took the shaver to his belly and his chest and swept away the whorls of fine, brown hair.

He reached out for her breasts and cupped them in large hands.

Gael wanted her breasts clutched too. And she needed that huge strength of the man between her legs. As she bent to the crack in the door she was becoming much more needy by the minute. Now she knew that she was anybody’s if she wasn’t careful. She slipped right out of her skin-tight suit which had become wet at the crotch from her excitement. She revelled in being naked once again. Her finger found her crevice and began to work it. Her nubbin was proud – as proud as it had ever been under the ministering tongue of Melindi Mocambo.

The insides of her legs began to tremble as she fixed her attention back on the couple on the bed.

Francine had finished her shaving. Now she was spreading musky oil on to the man’s chest and belly. As the scent of it reached Gael’s nostrils it shot straight to
the centre of her forehead and made it throb. This seemed to make her breasts go tight and made her nubbin throb. She strummed it more.

Francine was working the oil into his cock now. She pushed his legs back and knelt between them. She bared his balls and his anal ring. Then she began to work him with her oily fingers, her long forefinger slipping deep into his anus.

He moaned and wriggled on it. His penis curved up stiffly. The head of it was glazed with oil, its profile sharp, its eye wide open. He closed his eyes and sighed.

While his eyes were closed, Francine delved into her bag and brought out some slender ropes with nooses at the ends. She slid them over his wrists, disguising the manoeuvre with her beguiling hands. Slipping the ropes around the brass bed head, she left them slack. Then she did the same to his ankles, massaging them and his calfs, making him sigh and smile.

When she spread his legs and pulled the ropes through the brass rails at the foot of the bed, he didn’t notice. But, when she spread his arms above his head and pulled the ropes tight, he came to with a start. He tried to escape but Francine already had him fast.

‘What are you doing, vixen?’ he gasped as she stood on his chest. The note of alarm in his voice told Gael that this was not what he had planned. He probably had been humouring her by letting her shave him and thought he could turn her and spread her out then have her without any thought for what she wanted.

Gael smiled wryly.

Francine’s eyes flashed as she looked down on him haughtily. ‘I’m going to do you, mister. Now just lie still.’

He struggled but her weight on his chest held him down and made him gasp.

Then she stepped back. She stood between his legs and put one foot on his shaft, pressing it deep into his belly, her heel on his sac.

Gael trembled. She had to go back to the party, but found she could not move. She knelt behind Boo, looking over her shoulder, her knees astride the other woman’s legs. And then she eased the dildo into her sleeve again and began to work it between herself and Boo.

‘What’s she going to do with him?’ Boo whispered over her shoulder.

Gael shook her head. ‘I don’t know. But for Christ’s sake be quiet or they’ll hear us.’

They focused on the scene again. Francine had taken another cord. With her bottom to the man’s face, she tied a noose and slipped it around his balls. He gasped as she pulled it tight, making his testicles bulge in their supple sac.

‘Now,’ Francine hissed over her shoulder. ‘You’re going to lick me off. Bite me and I’ll tug your balls. Understand?’

‘You bitch,’ he barked and strained at the ropes.