A Chamber of Delights (9 page)

Melindi and Gael had chosen the first guests very carefully. This first party was an experiment. If it was a wild success, the news would spread. Then everyone would be intrigued. Some would be affronted that they’d not been asked at first, but eventually their curiosity and addiction to sensual pleasures would draw them in.

Now here was the advance battalion who had come to renew old ties with Gael, or to assess Melindi’s protégé and the house about which wild rumours had spread. Without the approval of this first group, Gael knew the project would be doomed.

All the bedrooms were open, all the keys in their locks. The uncarpeted back stairs would echo to stiletto heels and the scuff of Gucci leather soles. Everyone would notice but pretend that they hadn’t heard.

Dressed in a silken jump-suit of stunning red, a large ruby set in gold filigree hanging in her cleavage, Gael enjoyed making the acquaintance of Melindi’s friends. They were all well-heeled and free to indulge themselves in anything they fancied. As long as some of them wanted their fantasies fulfilled, all would be well.

As each arrival handed his or her invitation to the hired butler and took Gael’s hand, she knew they were intrigued. They bowed slightly as they took her hand, often a move designed to disguise the scanning of her breasts or the large swell of her mount. She had made sure that her garment was tight about her crotch. She could feel the silk between her vulval lips, unhampered by crotchless knickers or even a scanty thong. Her nipples poked through nicely and took the women’s eyes as well. She smiled, a little bit uncertain which of them fancied her more than they fancied the handsome men.

‘Hello. I’m Gael. I’m so glad you could come.’ It was said a dozen times or more in less than half an hour.

A tall man stood before her now, his dark eyes fixed on hers. His mouth curved slightly as he took her hand and whispered almost conspiratorially, ‘Hello. I’m Anthony. Melindi’s told me so much about you, but I hope to get to know you better later on.’ As he raised her hand, his fingers grazed her nipple, but she pretended not to notice. When he bowed to kiss the hand, she could almost feel his gaze upon her crotch. As his eyes focused on hers again, she could see a look of lust in them. She smiled demurely at the dark brown pools. Good. The party needed horny males, even if she didn’t accommodate this one herself. In fact that was not the idea. It was best that she simply put guests together in interesting situations and let them enjoy each other.

As each guest took a glass of pink champagne, passing into the day rooms to start on his or her new quest, Gael read the gold-edged invitation card for about the hundredth time. At the bottom of the usual formalities a line in small print said:

Most of the guests, Gael thought, would be intrigued but might not dare to see what this was about. But it would only take one or two of the more adventurous ones to try it just for fun, and the news would flash like lightning through the group.

‘Gael. Darling. What a surprise.’

Gael spun around and found herself looking into the black eyes of Lady ‘Peek-a-boo’ Fannshawe. Gael smiled inwardly. ‘Boo’ was a well-known voyeur. She could be relied upon to gatecrash any party where she might take a peek at couples making out.

Boo pressed her cold cheek to Gael’s face. ‘When I heard about the party, I didn’t know you’d be behind it, Gael darling. What a surprise. Your parties were always pure magic.’ She scanned Gael up and down, wrinkling her nose slightly at Gael’s garment while fingering the neckline of her St Laurent original, and fiddling with her pearls. ‘And, of course, you look scrumptious, as usual,’ she added condescendingly.

Gael took a deep breath. ‘Hello, Boo.’ She kissed the air beside the pale, pink cheek. ‘Marvellous that you could come. Did you bring anyone?’

Boo gestured to the tall man, Anthony, who had just touched Gael up. Looking out across the garden, his eyes were fixed intently on a blonde in a see-through top.

‘I brought Anthony,’ Boo said brightly. ‘Isn’t he
gorgeous? And so horny, my dear. You wouldn’t believe how big.’

No, Gael thought to herself, but she was more certain now that she would find out soon just how ‘big’ he was.

She turned back to Boo. ‘What does Anthony do?’

Boo Fannshawe gave her a coy little look. ‘For money or with his trousers off?’

Gael shrugged as if either answer would do. She got both.

‘He’s in the City. Futures or something. Absolutely loaded, darling. And he’s an engine in bed. Goes for hours. He wears me out.’

Gael suppressed a smile. ‘Wears
you
out, Boo?’

Boo pouted. ‘Watching a man doing another woman can be very tiring, you know.’

‘And what do you like to watch the most, Boo?’

‘Close-ups, of course.’

‘Close-ups?’

Boo frowned. ‘Not those wretched videos. I mean real-life close-ups, darling.’

‘Incognito?’

‘Of course.’ Boo sighed theatrically. ‘But it’s so difficult to get really close without the couple knowing. You won’t tell a soul, will you?’

Gael smiled inwardly. Everyone on the circuit knew what Boo liked. Some of them enjoyed being watched. Some went out of their way to contrive to have her there. But Boo thought that she was watching them secretly – that was what gave her her kicks.

Gael touched her arm gently. ‘I think I can help you, Boo.’

The young millionairess’s eyes lit up. ‘How?’

Gael put her finger to her lips. ‘I’ll tell you later. But you’d better watch and see who’s going to pair off first.’ She grinned and turned away.

Boo caught her arm. ‘I think Anthony will move in on that girl in the transparent top. Who is she?’

‘That’s Francine of Francine de Paris, the international hairdressing chain.’

The next couple of hours sped past. Gael was in the kitchen checking that the caterers had cleared up and gone. The buffet was disappearing fast and people were nicely mellow on champagne. Sophie was enjoying being chatted up as she went around topping up people’s glasses. She had poured herself into a sheer, pink body stocking and was causing quite a stir among the men. Gael had caught one or two of the women sizing her up as well. Sophie’s breasts seemed larger than before. The nipples stood out proudly as if she were aroused, and the tightness of her garment pulled deeply in her bottom, making the soft cheeks swell out roundly.

A sound from the scullery made Gael turn. She peeked through the ventilation holes in the door. A limited view showed the bottom half of a young woman lying on the table on her back. The woman’s dress was up around her hips, and she had her legs spread widely to expose her naked mons. A man spooned trifle from a crystal coupe over her lower belly. The lips of her ample sex were fringed with clotted cream. She giggled as he peeled a large banana and slipped it through the foaming cream. He spread her with two fingers, the pinkness within her sleeve contrasting sharply with the creamy white banana. Her pubic hair was sprinkled with silver balls. Half a glacé cherry bobbled in her navel as she laughed.

The man began to lick her. At first he raised her leg and tongued the inside of her knee.

She sighed and closed her eyes.

He worked slowly up her inner thigh, leaving a trail of moisture from his tongue.

‘Higher,’ she whispered. ‘Lick my quim. I want to feel your tongue there.’

He licked through the hollow of her loin and slowly around the distended lips of her sex.

She gave a little groan and whispered, ‘Yes.’

Then he began to chew on the banana, pushing it in and out of her with his teeth to make her moan.

Gael went quickly to find Boo Fannshawe. She drew Boo away from a stunning-looking brunette who was fingering her breast. ‘I think there’s something you might like to see, Boo,’ she whispered.

Boo’s eyes lit up. She blew the brunette a kiss and hurried to the kitchen behind Gael. The man had creamed his phallus and topped it with a half a cherry. The woman was on her knees, her tongue working up the centre of his shaft and her eyes tightly closed. Her breasts hung from a low-cut gown, the nipples frosted thickly with fine sugar.

Gael left Boo to watch them and went back to the party. She bumped into Anthony ‘Something-in-the-City’, just as he was heading for the buffet.

‘Hello again,’ she said, smiling with her eyes. ‘Are you enjoying yourself?’

He studied her closely. ‘Yes I am. But I’m going to have a whole lot more fun in a minute. Where’s Boo?’

Gael shrugged. ‘I think she’s powdering her nose. Shall I tell her that you’re looking for her?’

His eyes sparkled for a moment. ‘Where can I take Francine to talk – privately?’

‘You can use a room upstairs. All the rooms are open to my guests. I’ll show you in a minute, if you like.’

He smirked and kissed her cheek. ‘You’re a wonderful hostess, Gael. So attentive to our needs. Tell Boo I might be gone for a little while.’

Gael’s eyes returned the sparkle. ‘Of course.’

Now he smiled openly. ‘And I’d like to fuck you later if I may.’

Gael pretended to be shocked but the statement sent a ripple of excitement running through her. When a man said that so blatantly, she felt so wicked. One of her own fantasies was simply to lie down at such a party
and open herself for all to see while a man with a gigantic phallus dropped his trousers and took her without a word.

She threw off the fantasy and made sure the party was going well before she went back to Boo. She sidled up to the door and looked through the vent as well.

The man had the young woman face down over the table edge, just as the gardener had had Sophie. He squirted cream from a pressurised canister, filling the whole deep groove between her buttocks. He ran a foamy ring around her anus and down the fringes of her sex, covering up her whorls of dark, brown hair.

‘Oooh,’ she giggled. ‘That’s so cold. I need your hot cock to warm me up now. Please.’

‘Slut,’ he hissed and slapped her hard, making her buttocks wobble. Then he knelt and put his face between her legs. Inch by slow inch he licked the cream from around the pouting lips until only a strip was left down the centre of her cleft. Extending his tongue, he lapped her from her nubbin to her anus. He licked around the puckered ring until he had the whole of her soft pinkness exposed once more.

She wriggled and pushed herself out at him again. ‘Fuck me, Miles. I need you to cream my pussy properly.’

He stood right back, his penis rearing strongly. He reached for a bottle of cooking brandy from the dresser and took a long swig. When he poured it over the distended vulval lips, the woman gasped. Gael knew how that could sting and then go nicely warm.

A hand worked its way between Gael’s legs as Boo pressed her face to the vent.

Then the man poured brandy down his penis and closed his eyes as he felt the stinging then the heat. The woman’s sex lips were pulsing now. Slick with brandy mixed with her nectar, they began to open and close. This seemed to be too much for him to resist. He opened
her widely with his thumbs and put the head of his penis to the tunnel he exposed. Then he poured more brandy, letting it trickle down his shaft and into her widened cleft.

‘Oh God,’ she moaned. ‘That’s wonderful. But I need to feel your cock inside my cunt.’

The fingers between Gael’s legs began to flex. The forefinger worked deeply through the valley of her sex. She widened her stance to let Boo feel her better, and to get the most sensation that she could. The scene was turning her on, even though she knew she should return to her party guests.

The long shaft sank in deeply. There was a rush of brandy as he buried it right in her. Then there was a whisper from the girl. ‘Oh yes. Oh yes. That’s nice. Now do me faster.’ She began to judder as he took her hard, making the full cheeks of her bottom tremble.

He withdrew and charged again.

She gasped and pushed out more.

The brandy bubbled out of her and trickled down her leg.

He slapped her bottom hard and whispered, ‘Slut’.

She beat her fists on the table top crying, ‘Fuck me faster, pig.’

He began to spank her buttocks and her thighs.

She wriggled on his phallus as he drove it deeply in, screwing herself about it, closing on its length.

Now he spanked her almost brutally as he drove and then withdrew.

Meanwhile Boo’s finger sawed faster through Gael’s wide-spread legs.

The woman on the table clenched her fists and closed her eyes. She let out a long, loud moan as she climaxed with a shudder, and her lover drove in his penis to its hilt.

Gael’s vulval lips were swollen as she watched the other woman squeezing on the phallus, and gulping it right in.

Then he pulled it out of her. He stood away and worked at his foreskin with two fingers. When it spurted richly it landed on her vulva and trickled slowly down between its lips. The woman moaned as she sensed its heat. He massaged it around her, rubbing at the fringes of her sex, and around the russet muscle of her ring.

She thrust it out at him to rub it harder. Then she turned around and knelt down. She took his beating penis in her mouth and began to suck.

Gael gasped as Boo’s finger slowed its motion through her sex. She started as the woman faced her man and hit him hard. His cheek blazed with a five-fingered weal.

He reeled with the shock of it, his penis springing tautly. ‘What the hell was that for?’ he cried, putting his hand to his burning cheek.

She glared and hit the other cheek just as hard. ‘Don’t you ever call me a slut again,’ she hissed, and pulled her dress down sharply.

Gael and Boo scattered as she came towards the door. She seemed not to notice them as she flounced back to the party. The dishevelled Miles chased after her, his shirt caught in his zip, leaving Gael and Boo staring at his back.

To Gael’s surprise, Boo grabbed her behind the neck and hooked her forward. Her large mouth took Gael’s lips and kissed her passionately.

Gael gasped for breath and pulled away, but Boo would not be denied. She held Gael by the shoulders and pushed her against a cupboard. Their nipples touched and rubbed together. Then finally, Gael pulled herself away and stood back, dazed.