Afghan Bound (15 page)

‘Anyway,' said the first lad with renewed optimism. ‘I'd make sure they
did
eat me up. They wouldn't spit me out though,' he leered and his freckled cheeks shone. ‘I'd make sure they swallowed the lot.'

‘Cor…' his mate grinned, his face a picture of bliss as he clearly imagined the enticing prospect. ‘Bloody 'ell yeah…!'

‘They might just like that idea,' said David as he stepped forward. Without another word he collected what he needed and walked from the kitchen, leaving behind him to gawking young caterers.

He returned to the drawing room, where he was pleased to find the girls as he'd left them.

‘Richard, Craig, would you please bring the girls into the dining room.' He smiled, knowing the four were obediently following. He was pleased to see the large table had been cleared. He placed the ties and the belt he'd taken from the bedroom on the highly polished surface. He turned and looked at the two sisters; their husbands holding them by their upper arms.

‘Now, there is no going back from this point.' Nobody spoke. ‘Very well, bring them over here please.' David was now confident, and felt his performance was blossoming.

Richard and Craig guided their wives to the table. David told them to stand one at each end and bend them forward, so their breasts were flat on the top. He took the ties and nudged Stephanie's feet apart with his toe. He then stooped and tied each shapely ankle to an ornately carved leg. The atmosphere was electric as he did exactly the same to Kimberly. The table was fairly long, but he managed to stretch their arms and tie them to each other at the wrist. Both girls lay quietly with their cheeks pressed to the mahogany, their eyes closed. Their legs trembled from the tension, and their silk stockings shimmered in the soft lighting. Their smooth buttocks arched invitingly over the table-edge.

The three men stood back to admire David's ingenuity.

‘Now girls – are you prepared to have sex with other men in future, while your husband's watch?' David spoke evenly. ‘And are you prepared to have anal sex if they so wish?'

‘No,' both girls whispered in unison.

‘Very well. Richard, Craig, make yourselves comfortable.'

As the two men sat David took the supple belt and wrapped it tightly around his fist. He took up position behind Stephanie. He heard her whimper for mercy, and then brought the leather swiping down into her fleshy buttocks. They wobbled slightly under the impact. She shrieked and wrenched on her bonds. Another red welt rose just beneath the first. He hit her again. The ties held her ankles firm. Her sister stroked her hands and whispered encouragement. The two onlookers leaned forward, their elbows on their knees. David lashed her a third time.

‘Will you do exactly as you're told, Stephanie?' David asked firmly, panting very slightly from the effort.

Stephanie shuddered, and her bottom squirmed under the heat of the belt. Her back was glossed with perspiration. ‘Yes,' she whispered softly.

‘I beg your pardon, Stephanie?' David persisted cruelly. ‘I don't think we all heard that.'

‘I said yes,' she mumbled into her shoulder. ‘I'll do anything Craig wants… I promise.'

‘Good girl. That wasn't so hard, now was it?' He patted her glowing bottom and moved around the table to Kimberly, aware of the huge erection stretching the front of his trousers. ‘And you, my dear – will you do exactly as you're told?'

‘Go to hell.'

‘Now that's no way to talk.' He cupped a buttock in his free hand and squeezed its silkiness. ‘You need to show me a little respect – like your sister.'

‘Go to hell,' she repeated.

David saw the two men lean even closer from the corner of his eye. This was the moment when he really had to display his superiority.

He slowly wormed his hand into the shadowy valley between her buttocks. He pressed the tip of his index finger against her tiny opening. Her whole body tensed. He paused, building the tension. She knew what was coming, but she uttered no more words of descent. David pressed forward. Her muscle yielded, and his finger slid into her gripping passage. Kimberly groaned and arched her back as much as the bonds would allow. He continued pressing until his palm cupped her warm flesh. She felt wonderful; victory felt wonderful.

Stephanie watched her sister with awe-filled eyes; she couldn't see, but she knew what was being done to her.

David looked down upon Kimberly's trussed body. He savoured the way the basque pinched her narrow waist above the curve of her buttocks, and the strained muscles in her shoulders and arms. He watched the profile of her face; her fluttering eyelashes, the slight tremble of her lips, her damp blonde hair stuck to her forehead and flushed cheek. He loved the way her bottom ground secretively against his hand. The temptation to open his trouser and replace his finger with his aching cock was almost unbearable. He knew now that she wanted it, and he knew that Richard wouldn't object; that's exactly what he wanted to see. But David also knew that professionalism was required here; he had to remain in control of himself, as well as the girls.

He stepped back and withdrew his finger. Kimberly groaned softly; a groan of disappointment. He lifted the belt and lashed her six times in quick succession.

‘Three brandies please Richard.' David intentionally broke the spell that hung over the room and sat down next to Craig. He unwound the belt and dropped it to the floor. ‘Tell me about this school.' he said.

Richard gathered himself and went to the drinks cabinet.

Craig coughed and loosened his tie a little more. ‘We, um – we don't know that much about it really, only that they train women to be submissive.'

Richard returned with the drinks, sat down heavily, and took a long swig from his glass. He looked at the two wives lying motionless on the table. ‘I think Kimberly should go back again, Craig. I'm going to book it in the morning.'

Craig drained his own glass in one. ‘Better book two places then.'

‘This school,' said David. ‘You say it's the only one you know of in the country.'

Both men nodded.

‘Are you sure?'

‘Well,' said Craig, ‘we've never heard of another one, and we made plenty of enquiries.'

‘Then why don't we open one of our own?' said David enthusiastically.

‘What?' both men spoke in unison.

‘We could do it. We could set up our own business. That club you go to, it's for like-minded people isn't it? We could start with a few clients from there.'

Both men shook their heads. ‘There's an art to it,' said Craig. ‘It's a skill.'

‘And we have our practice to run,' Richard pointed out. ‘We'd be foolish to give that up.'

‘But from what you tell me there's a fortune to be made with a school; you said this one you know of is expensive and well booked,' urged David. ‘And regarding the skills required – I'm almost a qualified instructor. It's simply a matter of experience.' He looked at the two gorgeous women spread over the table. It would be a terrible shame to waste the knowledge he had acquired whilst abroad. There was obviously a demand for trainers in this part of the world, and he recognised his desire to fulfil that demand.

Richard went back to the cabinet and refilled all three glasses. ‘I don't know,' he said. ‘This needs some thinking about.'

‘Of course it does,' said David. ‘I'll tell you what; while you're thinking about it, I've a little show for you both to enjoy.'

‘A show?' said Craig as he took his fresh brandy from Richard.

‘Yeah. Perhaps that will convince you of my ability when it comes to training women. Wait here.'

David left the room for a few moments, and when he returned the two teenage caterers followed clumsily behind. Their bulging eyes were glued on Kimberly and Stephanie.

‘Bloody hell,' mumbled Richard as he lowered himself slowly into his chair.

‘Oh no,' whispered Stephanie as she saw the goggle-eyed teenagers. ‘Not them. Please not them.'

David moved to her side and gently stroked her hair. ‘And why not them, Stephanie?'

‘Because… because…'

‘Because they're hired staff,' Kimberly finished for her.

Richard wiped a little sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. ‘She's got a point, David – don't you think? We told you the girls are from good stock.'

‘But I thought this is exactly what you wanted, Richard.' David felt in total control of them all now – not just the women.

‘Yes, I do – you know I do. It's only that—'

‘So are you saying these lads aren't good enough to have sex with your wife?'

‘No, I—'

‘You're not a bunch of snobs – surely?' The girls were quiet again now. He sensed there would be no further resistance from them. ‘Craig?'

‘No David, we're not snobs… I think the lads should go ahead.'

David saw the two teenagers grin sheepishly at each other. He knew that bragging in the safety of the kitchen was one thing, but the reality of this situation would be somewhat daunting for them. Even so, their stretched trousers told him they were both sporting huge erections, and they certainly had plenty of youthful enthusiasm. They would give it their best efforts.

‘Richard? How about you?'

Richard nodded, and slowly smiled. ‘Okay David, go ahead.'

David whispered to the teenagers in a huddle, like a basketball coach talking tactics to his team during a time-out. ‘What are your names?'

‘Charlie,' said the one with freckles and round cheeks. His voice nearly cracked with tension.

‘I'm Kev,' said the other.

‘Okay. Charlie, Kev, I want you both to have some fun. Remember what you were saying about these two in the kitchen.' From his pocket David took the butter wrapper he'd earlier taken from the fridge. He'd known he would find it there; it was the sort of thing cooks used to grease their baking-trays. He slipped it into Kev's hand and whispered instructions. He then led them to the large sideboard and gave them each a crisply laundered napkin. More whispered instructions, during which the lads' eyes bulged even further, and then he left them and returned to his seat next to Craig. Once comfortable he nodded. ‘Okay lads – enjoy yourselves.'

They leered as though they'd just walked into a pub serving free ale, waited for the other to make the first move, and when Kev moved awkwardly behind Kimberly Charlie mirrored him and stood self-consciously behind Stephanie.

Kev looked at the beautiful woman before him, then at the three men watching, and then back at Kimberly. He took a deep breath, leaned over her, and stuffed the napkin into her mouth. Charlie was doing exactly the same a split second behind.

Both girls spat indistinguishable swear words through the cloth and twisted their heads away, but David sensed they had little real desire to dislodge the youths; they were enjoying the game as much as anybody else there in the room.

David smiled; neither Richard nor Craig could sit still. Both were clearly unaware of their own excited fidgeting, or anything else in the room apart from their wives and the two lucky caterers.

He turned his attention back to the show. Both lads looked slightly ridiculous with their trousers now around their ankles, their naked hairy and unhealthily white legs, and their twitching penises jutting at forty-five degrees from just below the hems of their off-white caterers' T-shirts. Kev was carefully greasing his erection with the wrapper, and when he looked satisfied he threw it across the tabletop for his mate to do the same. His hand then slipped between Kimberly's buttocks and his fingers disappeared from view. From the way her head bucked David knew he was making sure her entrance was well and truly oiled. True to form, Charlie followed his example and did the same to the panting Stephanie.

For some reason the lads stopped with their hands tightly gripping the girls' hips and their bursting helmets pressed against their lubricated sphincters, and looked to David, apparently for approval to proceed. It amused him that the approval of the husbands was not sought. He felt like an emperor considering the fate of a Christian. He paused, enjoying the power, and then nodded once.

He watched the enthralled faces of his two partners as two pairs of hairy buttocks tensed, and then two turgid erections slid slowly from view. He watched beads of sweat burst onto his partners' temples as the two females arched slowly in unison and their perspiring breasts lifted off the table.

He was delighted with his achievement.

Finally he looked at his watch; it was late, and he had nothing more to do here. He rose and went into the hall to ring for a taxi. Nobody noticed him leaving.

A month of scanning the property press brought nothing but disappointment for David, although he knew finding a suitable place was not going to be an easy task. He wanted complete privacy with accessibility, somewhere secluded where he and his pupil were the only two people left in the world. The answer to his dreams lay on page two of the Cornish Property News: