Sex Practice (21 page)

"Yes, yes I
know! You'll kill me, you'll send me to prison... what will the
charge be? Oh, yes, removal of Monica Moodie's cunt hair against
her will. The sentence? Well, I reckon five years hard labour. I'm
not surprised that your husband walked out on you. The poor man
suffered you for too long. I don't suppose you sucked him off or
let him lick your cunt out or... have you ever heard of
sixty-nine?"

"Of course I
have! Brigit, release me this instant or I'll..."

"Oh, I think
someone's at reception. I'll leave the cream to do its job and see
you later. Don't go away!"

Wandering down the hall to reception, Brigit smiled at Ingram
Ravenhugh. "Can I help you?" she asked, hoisting her red microskirt
up and
inadvertently
exposing her knickerless vaginal slit. Having taken Christine
and Monica prisoner, there was nothing to lose now, she mused.
Venereal and Fullcrack were driving Larry into a corner, and Gina
Cology was closing in fast - no, there was nothing to
lose!

"Er... I'm
from the Inland Revenue. My name's Ravenhugh," the taxman replied,
focusing on Brigit's swollen pussy lips, her open sex valley, as
she projected her hips forward. "Is Mr Throbber available?"

"Mr who?"

"Throbber,
Doctor Lickman's assistant."

"I've never
heard of him. I think you must have..."

"I was talking
to Mr Throbber the other day, he... who are you?"

"I'm Brigit
Biways, Doctor Lickman's secretary."

"Oh, I see.
And you've never heard of Mr Throbber?"

"No, there's
no one of that name here. Perhaps I can be of assistance?" Brigit
grinned, blatantly lifting her skirt up to her stomach and
displaying her hairless pussy crack.

Wondering why
Ravenhugh seemed oblivious to her flagrant exhibitionism, Brigit
frowned. Standing with her feet further apart, her cunt slit
gaping, her inner pink petals distended, she decided to go for it.
"Do you like my cunt?" she asked, leaning back and projecting the
open centre of her femininity. "You can finger my cunt hole, if you
want to."

Dropping to
his knees, his mouth open, his eyes wide with astonishment,
Ravenhugh gazed longingly at Brigit's pink slit. His mouth twisting
into a salacious grin as he focused on her protruding inner petals,
he tentatively reached out and stroked her swollen sex
hillocks.

"My God,
you're beautiful!" he gasped, moving closer as she parted her outer
labia with her slender fingers, offering her open vagina to the
stunned taxman. Eyeing the opaque droplets of maiden juice clinging
to her inner cunt flesh, he looked up at her pretty face as if
awaiting her instruction, permission to lick her succulent inner
folds.

"Go on, finger
my cunt!" she giggled impishly, observing the craving depicted by
his expression.

"God, you're a
sexy little thing!" he exclaimed, slipping a finger between her
swollen sex hillocks. "Christ, you're wet!" Driving his finger deep
into the fiery heat of her tight cunt, he licked his lips,
imagining his tongue lapping around her open hole, savouring her
heady sex juice.

"Why have you
come here?" Brigit asked, stretching her cunt lips further
apart.

"To sort out
Doctor Lickman's tax affairs," he murmured nonchalantly, examining
the girl's sex folds, her stiffening clitoris as it emerged from
beneath its pink bonnet.

"I'm sure we
can come to some arrangement. Ah, that's nice, finger my cunt
faster! God, you're making my clit go hard! I... I want
your..."

"Arrangement?"

"Yes, an
arrangement... ah, God! God, that's nice! A deal... we'll make a
deal about the tax Doctor Lickman owes."

"Well, I don't
know whether..."

"Oh, you don't
want my cunt?" Brigit asked in surprise, his finger slipping out of
her hot sex sheath as she stepped back and pulled her skirt
down.

"Well, it's
not that I don't want..."

"You either
want my cunt or you don't. Are you married?"

"Yes, I
am."

"Does your
wife shave her cunt?"

"Good God,
no!"

"You'd like to
come in my mouth, wouldn't you? You'd like me to suck you off and
swallow your spunk, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, very
much!" he breathed, moving forward on his knees and slipping his
hand up her skirt. "My wife... she..."

Lifting her
skirt up, Brigit grinned as his finger penetrated her juicy cunt
sheath again. "Does your wife suck your knob and swallow your
spunk?" she asked impishly.

"No, she won't
do that."

"Oh, you poor
thing! Does she like you licking her clitty to orgasm?"

"No, she won't
let..."

"Surely, she
loves you lapping up her cunt juice?"

"She's not
into oral sex," he replied dolefully.

"Does she like
you fucking her arse hole?"

"She...
thinking about it, she doesn't seem to like anything."

"Oh, dear! So,
what arrangement can we come to? How much tax does Larry owe?"

"Thousands!"

"You can lick
my cunt, if you like. Of course, you'll have to promise me that
you'll get Larry off the hook."

"I can't write
off..."

"You don't
want me to suck you off, then? I'm the best cock-sucker in town,
ask anyone. Well, I don't actually mean anyone!"

"I..."

"I'd like you
to fuck my mouth, fuck my mouth and spunk down my throat as if it
were my cunt."

"All right,
I'll work something out. It won't be easy, but I'll try."

"You'll have
to do better than that, Mr Taxman! Come into the examination room
and I'll lick your knob, just to give you a taste of what's on
offer. Well, to give me a taste, I suppose!" she giggled as he
slipped his finger out of her hot vagina and rose to his feet.

Leading the
way, Brigit formulated her wicked plan. Larry's camera was kept in
the bondage room, always loaded with film, ready for photographing
cunts. A couple of shots of the taxman committing vile and indecent
acts with Monica would be enough to have him eating out of Brigit's
hand, eating out of her pussy! The pictures might well come in
useful should it be necessary to blackmail Monica, too, Brigit
reflected.

"This is
Monica," Brigit said, entering the bondage room. "She's having her
cunt hair removed. Monica, this is the taxman."

"Brigit!
Brigit, I'll..."

"Ignore her,
she's always complaining, never satisfied. Why don't you grab that
towel from the shelf and wipe the cream off her cunt? Do you like
shaved cunts?"

"You bet!" he
replied.

"You dare!"
Monica bellowed as Ravenhugh reach out to the shelf. "If you touch
me, I'll see that you're taken to court and..."

"Oh, do shut
up, Monica," Brigit snapped, kneading the woman's ample breasts,
twisting and pulling on her milk teats. "For once in your life, why
don't you enjoy yourself, enjoy your cunt?"

Grinning, the
towel in his hand, Ravenhugh cleansed Monica's fleshy cunt lips,
exposing her smooth hairless skin, her yawning sex valley. He'd not
demand a penny in income tax, Brigit mused, grabbing the camera
from the shelf and focusing on Ravenhugh. Clicking the shutter to
the accompaniment of Monica's screamed protests as Ravenhugh sank
three fingers into her hot pussy, Brigit moved to the far end of
the couch and focused on the woman's smooth, hairless vaginal lips,
stretched tautly around the taxman's intruding fingers.

"Why take
pictures?" Ravenhugh asked, his frowning eyes looking up at Brigit
as she clicked the shutter again.

"Just a little
insurance should you decide to change your mind and send Larry a
tax demand," she smiled. "Pull your trousers down and I'll suck
your knob off and drink your spunk."

"When I get
out of here..."Monica shrieked as Ravenhugh withdrew his drenched
fingers from her gaping cunt.

"Shut up,
Monica, or I'll have the taxman wank himself off and spunk all over
your face!" Brigit returned.

Dropping to
her knees, Brigit focused the camera on Ravenhugh's erect penis,
his bulbous purple knob, as he tugged his trousers down. The flash
lighting up his heavy balls, she lay on the floor, taking several
more shots of his cock with his face in frame before discarding the
camera and kneeling before him. Taking his solid shaft in her hand,
she pulled his foreskin right back. "Mmm, you have a fine weapon!"
she breathed, opening her mouth and sucking his glans to the back
of her throat.

Monica's
shrieks resounding around the building, the taxman gasping, leaning
on the examination couch to steady his trembling body, Brigit
continued her fervent mouthing and sucking. Leaning over Monica's
tethered body, Ravenhugh licked her hairless sex slit, driving
three fingers into her wet cunt again as Brigit took his knob to
the back of her throat and gently sank her teeth into his twitching
shaft. Kneading his heavily laden balls, taking the taxman closer
to his sexual ecstasy, Brigit decided not to bring him to orgasm
and swallow his spunk. Monica would be the recipient, she
concluded, slipping his wet glans from her hot mouth and licking
his veined shaft. Monica's cunt would unwillingly swallow the
gasping man's sperm!

"OK!" Brigit
squealed excitedly as she rose to her feet. "Monica, how would you
like the taxman to fuck you?"

Her eyes
staring with hatred at Brigit, her bottom lip quivering, Monica
scowled. "Brigit Biways, if you dare to..."

"God, here we
go again!" Brigit giggled, pressing the concealed button and
watching the false wall slide back. "Hi, Christine! Welcome to the
orgy!" she laughed as the tethered girl turned her head and gazed
at the taxman. "I'm sure you'd like to be fucked, wouldn't
you?"

"Christine!"
Monica cried, lifting her head and focusing on the naked girl.
"Christine, what..."

"God, she's a
bit of all right!" Ravenhugh breathed, turning to look at
Christine. "I'll fuck that one, but not this old hag!" he laughed,
slipping his fingers out of Monica's vaginal canal.

"No, you'll
fuck both of them!" Brigit returned, grabbing his solid dick and
pulling him towards the secret room - towards her protesting
victim. "First, you'll fuck Christine senseless, and then you'll
screw Monica's cunt! That's today's special offer, fuck one, fuck
one free!"

"And what
about you?" Ravenhugh asked. "Don't I get to fuck your tight
cunt?"

"Oh, you are a
naughty taxman! We'll see how you get on with these two first."

Kneeling
between Christine's splayed thighs, Ravenhugh looked down as Brigit
grabbed his solid penis and presented the purple head to the girl's
gaping vaginal entrance. "OK, let the fucking commence!" she cried,
grinning at Christine as Ravenhugh's cock slipped deep into her
silky sex sheath. "Your cock's found its tax haven, so now fuck the
bitch and fill her cunt with tax-free spunk!"

"No!"
Christine objected as her body rocked with the thrusts. "When my
mother finds out that..."

"Your mother
will never find out," Brigit laughed, moving to her victim's side
and licking her erect nipples. "Mmm, you've got nice tits, nice and
firm. I like your body, Christine, I might allow you to tongue-fuck
my cunt if you're a good girl. You'd love to come, wouldn't you?"
Brigit asked the girl, moving up her naked body and kissing her
mouth.

Turning her
head away, Christine pulled on her bonds. "You filthy lesbian!" she
spat as Ravenhugh increased his rhythm and began to gasp. "You
filthy bloody lesbian!"

"God, here it
comes!" Ravenhugh cried, grabbing the girl's hips and driving his
throbbing glans deep into her tightening cunt. "I'm... I'm
coming!"

Reaching down
to Christine's yawning sex slit, Brigit massaged her erect
clitoris, determined to take her prisoner to orgasm as the taxman
grimaced and pumped out his sperm. Driving his rock-hard cock in
and out of the quivering girl's sex duct, filling her love sheath
with his gushing spunk, Ravenhugh gasped. "God, she's tight!" he
cried. "Christ, she's got a beautiful cunt!"

Grinning as
Christine began to breathe heavily in the beginnings of her own
climax, Brigit massaged the girl's clitoris faster, praying that
the debauchery would ensure that Ravenhugh would write off Larry's
tax demand. She'd have to offer the man more sex, she mused as
Christine sang out in her coming. One session of sex wouldn't be
enough, she knew. She'd have to promise him all the sex he wanted -
but only until Larry was off the hook. Then, just for kicks, Brigit
would show Mrs Taxman the photographs of her adulterous husband -
and all hell would be let loose!

Peering round
the doorway, watching the lewd scene, Larry frowned. What the hell
was going on? Deciding to take some incriminating photographs, he
reached out and took the camera from the shelf without Monica
noticing him.

Focusing on
Ravenhugh, he grinned. Now he had the taxman where he wanted him,
he reflected, clicking the shutter. Oblivious to the flash,
Ravenhugh continued his adulterous fucking, his cunny-wet cock
repeatedly emerging from Christine's spasming pussy sheath and
driving deep into her body, pumping the last of his spunk into her
spasming vagina.

This was the
break Larry needed, he reflected, taking another shot as Ravenhugh
withdrew his glistening penis from Christine's sperm-bubbling cunt.
If he could lure Venereal and Fullcrack into his den of iniquity
and offer them the sexual delights of Brigit and Christine's
bodies, he'd come out on top - they'd all come out on top!

"I'd better be
going," Ravenhugh said, zipping his trousers.

"I thought you
were going to fuck Monica?" Brigit asked, surprised.

"I have an
important appointment, so... I'll be in touch."

"In touch
about what?" Brigit frowned, massaging the last pulsations of
orgasm from Christine's swollen clitoris to the accompaniment of
the girl's whimpers.