Touching Angel's Desires (12 page)

“Yes, I think you’re right. I have to remind him that I’m the boss,”
Jessica said, her eyes twinkling with fun. The man’s head drooped—his whole
body portrayed dejection just like a puppy who’d been told he was a bad boy.
They both laughed and Angel left the bar, grinning.

Chapter Four

Angel made her way down the corridor to the girls’ room. The room was
full of girls in lingerie, her workers. This was essentially their staff room,
but it was far more than that. It was a place where they came to relax, to
gather their thoughts, and take a break from the relentless intensity of
Desires. It was their chill-out space.

It was decorated in sensual colours, gold and black, with either
bright overhead lights or dim wall lighting, depending on the mood of whoever
was using the room. This evening the dim lights were on and spice-scented
candles burned, creating a calm atmosphere. There was a television, drink and
snack vending machines, and another door to the rear of the room leading to
their dressing rooms, showers and toilets. It was full of black leather sofas
and armchairs on which the girls lounged.

They turned to look at her. Angel walked in, closing the door behind
her, then walked further into the room. She glanced at them, trying to decide
where to sit.

The girls did occasionally take pleasure in each other, especially when
their work had been essentially pleasuring others, with no satisfaction for
themselves. There were a number of peepholes along the back of the room, but
voyeurs took their chances with this one—unlike other rooms, there was no
guarantee anything spicy would be going on in here. They were more likely to
find the girls chilling, watching television or gossiping.

The room was silent with no television or music on. The girls looked
at her expectantly. Clearly she had disturbed them having their conversations. They
were obviously waiting for her to say whatever she had come to say, and then
go. But, hopefully anyway, Angel had come to add some fun to their evening.
There was no pressure, she would make no demands, but she hoped a couple might
be in the mood for some playing.

She sat down on the couch between Donna and Marie. Donna was a young
pretty blonde girl. She wore a simple white bra and panties on her slight
figure, and had an Alice band in her hair. She was the special favourite of
those men who preferred the younger girl. Eighteen, but looking younger, she
was as close as they could get without actually being illegal.

Marie was in her mid-thirties. She had a curvaceous figure with
rounded hips, a small waist and bounteous breasts. Her dark hair hung loose and
she wore a red lace chemise. She loved sex and was quite insatiable.

“I need a serious good fucking,” she told them, looking from Donna
to Marie. She saw them look at one another and the other girls in the room
glance around at each other. “You can all watch,” she told the others, wanting
Donna and Marie to do all the pleasuring.

Marie and Donna moved close to Angel, taking turns to kiss her on
the lips. Angel placed her hands on their soft thighs, closing her eyes and
leaning back with a sigh to accept their caresses. She felt a hand move down
the front of her dress, scooping out one of her breasts before a soft warm mouth
enclosed her nipple, teasing and tasting. The other, she didn’t know which,
continued to kiss her, dipping a sweet tongue into her mouth, just slightly, in
and out. Hands on her boobs pre-warned her, and the other breast was popped
out. The mouth kissing her went down, and now she had both girls sucking on her
breasts. She opened her eyes and looked down. Donna’s blonde head with its high
girlish ponytail bobbed over her left breast, while Marie was lavishing
attention on the right.

She closed her eyes again, resting her head on the sofa back,
enjoying the attention from the girls. It was nice to be receiving it for once
instead of having to give it. Their light touches inflamed her senses, sending
pulses directly from her nipples to her pussy, which began to throb with need.
Gentle teeth nipped her nipple, then a soft tongue licked it better, prompting
a moan from Angel’s lips.

She widened her thighs, feeling cool air on her heated pussy, hoping
one of the girls would get the idea without having to be told.

She felt Marie move down her body, sliding off the couch. Angel opened
her eyes, watching her get in position. Donna ran her tongue over the tip of
her nipple—Angel caught her breath with pleasure, letting out a little gasp.
Marie lifted Angel’s dress up, pushing it above her thighs, revealing her bare
cunt. She spread Angel’s labia, looking down at the throbbing red clitoris
peeking out from its little hood. She leaned down and pressed a kiss on her
soft mound, then just dipped her tongue once to touch the needy bud. Angel
threw her head back and wailed, thrusting her pussy at Marie, who responded,
flattening out her tongue and pressing it to Angel’s clitoris. She licked
Angel’s cunt slowly from clit to dripping slit, pressing her tongue down as far
as it could go. When it reached Angel’s entrance, she pointed it and pushed it
in, slavering over Angel’s pussy.

Donna’s hand slid down her body, playing with her clit as Marie slid
two fingers in and began to finger-fuck her. Angel drew her knees up to her chest,
opening herself as wide as she could to the women’s attentions. She opened her
arms wide along the back of the sofa, grabbing handfuls of the leather as she
surrendered herself to the ecstasy.

Donna reached around to unfasten the
halterneck
of the dress. She pulled it down, revealing Angel’s erect nipples. She moved
back up Angel’s body, not relinquishing the desperate clitoris that still
begged for attention from her nimble fingers. She cupped Angel’s breast and sucked
hard on the nipple. Angel’s body quivered. Her breath came in little gasps. Her
whole body was afire with desire.

Donna flicked her tongue over Angel’s aroused nipple, taking hold of
her other breast with her spare hand, squeezing and pinching. Angel moaned and
writhed, ready for her release, welcoming it.

She felt Marie’s thumb at her bottom, wet with saliva. She pushed
out, welcoming the digit that slid slowly in. Marie’s fingers continued wriggling
in her pussy, more slowly now, squeezing the thin layer of flesh between her
thumb and fingers.

“Oh, God, yes. Fuck me!” Angel demanded through gritted teeth,
thrusting onto the woman’s hand. Her bottom lifted off the sofa, now wet with
her juices, so violent were her thrusts as she rode Marie’s hand. Angel almost
screamed with frustration when Marie slid her fingers and thumb out. But then
she moaned again when Marie’s tongue began to lap up the juices she had just
caused to flow, licking Angel’s cunt well clean.

Donna’s hands and mouth teased Angel’s body. Marie kissed the inside
of her thighs, reaching up to put her fingers to Angel’s mouth. Angel sucked,
tasting her own arousal.

Donna and Marie exchanged places, Marie coming up to sit beside
Angel while Donna knelt between her spread thighs. Donna wet her own fingers
with saliva then slid them into Angel’s pussy. She began to finger-fuck her in
earnest, stimulating Angel’s clit with her thumb at the same time.

Marie kissed Angel on the lips, her hands hard and busy on Angel’s
breasts, squeezing, pinching and pulling. Her tongue insinuated itself between
Angel’s gasping lips, tasting the inside of her mouth.

Angel writhed, wanting, needing to come. But, good as these girls
were, there was one thing they didn’t have. There was nothing like the feel of
a thick cock fucking her to heaven and back.

Angel reached round Donna’s back and unhooked her bra, pulling it
off her shoulders and dropping it on the floor. Her breasts were beautiful,
sweet and pert with little pink nipples. Angel filled her hand with one, loving
the sensuous feel of the soft, warm flesh in her hand, and the hard point
tickling her palm. She squeezed gently, then pulled her hand slightly away to
run her thumb over the nipple. Donna shivered and gasped. Angel dug her hand
into Marie’s cleavage next, pulling out one of her ample breasts, pinching the
nipple hard between her finger and thumb, causing Marie to suck in her breath
between her teeth.

Marie glanced up at Angel, seeing the hunger in her eyes, knowing
exactly what Angel needed. They’d had sex on many occasions whereas Angel had never
played with Donna before.

“Fuck me,” Angel said to Marie.

Marie responded by pulling away, and taking off her chemise. She
stood there naked but for a thong. Angel watched as she went over to a chest of
drawers in the corner of the room, gloriously unselfconscious.

Donna was still flicking and teasing her clit, rubbing her fingers
hard and fast over the sensitive folds of flesh, budding in brightness and
swelling in arousal.

“Stand up,” Angel commanded Donna. Donna obeyed. Angel tugged on her
panties, pulling them down. “Now sit on the couch with your knees up.” Donna did
so, assuming the same position Angel had recently been in, her sweet pink pussy
peeking out from its shell. Angel knelt before her, putting her hands on the
girl’s thighs to keep her in position before leaning in and taking her first
taste. She smelled clean and tasted sweet. Rather than having her pussy totally
shaved, she had waxed it into a small triangle of blonde curly hair. No
aeroplane blonde this one—no black box in sight. Angel flicked her tongue over
her clitoris, then slid two fingers slowly inside the girl’s tight cunt.
Donna’s muscles squeezed Angel’s fingers as they went in, making her tighter
still. She felt like wet warm velvet as Angel began to finger-fuck her, bending
down to lightly suck on her clitoris.

Marie knelt behind Angel. Angel felt Marie’s face in her pussy,
widening her bottom cheeks for better access. Angel helpfully put her knees
further apart, not stopping the rhythm she had with Donna for a second. The
girl was gasping and clutching at the sofa, thrusting into Angel’s face. Angel
pushed with her tongue down on Donna’s clit as hard as she could, then
flickered the tip of her tongue rapidly over the ultra-sensitive organ. Behind
her, she felt Marie’s tongue and fingers busy with her cunt, bringing her back
to the edge of bliss.

Angel felt Marie stop and her body moved back. She glanced behind
her, seeing Marie strapping on a dildo so big it was certainly going to make up
for the disappointment she’d had with Greg earlier. Angel spat in the palm of
her hand, then used it to cover her pussy with lubrication. Marie approached.
Angel inched backward into a more suitable position, thrusting her bottom high,
still giving Donna plenty of attention while she waited for the arrival of that
big cock.

She stuck her tongue up Donna’s cunt, listening to her moan with
abandon, inhaling her scent and tasting her arousal. Angel reached up to fondle
her breasts—she didn’t want to squeeze too hard, she wasn't sure how into pain
Donna was, even that sweet exquisite pain that turned to pleasure at the
crucial moment. Angel felt the cock teasing her from behind, rubbing up and
down her sex lips. She reached down to facilitate its entrance, encountering
lubed
rubber. She positioned the head at her entrance and
Marie thrust the cock firmly into her slick cunt. Angel gasped. Marie shoved the
dildo in and out of her without restraint. Angel struggled to concentrate on
Donna’s pussy as Marie plunged the dildo in and out.

“Oh God, yeah, fuck me,” Angel gasped out.

Marie shoved the cock so hard inside Angel that she was pushed
forward on her knees. Donna moved out of the way.

“Why don’t you turn over?” Marie suggested, withdrawing the cock.

Angel turned over and sat back on the sofa spreading her thighs wide
to welcome the big, black, rubber dildo. Marie re-inserted it to a groan of
contentment from Angel.

Angel laid her arms along the back of the sofa again, grabbing hold
and bracing herself in position as Marie re-commenced her steady fucking. Donna
sat next to her, leaning over to suck and play with Angel’s nipples. Angel
moaned as Marie kept going, shoving it in and out, filling her. Donna moved
down her body to where the dildo entered, flicking her tongue carefully over
Angel’s clit. Angel jerked, closing her eyes, allowing the sensations to
overcome her.

“Oh yes, yes, keep going, don’t stop,” she begged, feeling heaven
approaching.

Marie leaned over her now, taking her weight on the sofa behind
Angel, her large breasts dangling over Angel’s face. Angel grabbed them,
squeezing and slapping, feeling Donna’s little pink tongue lapping at her, and
the dildo fucking her.

Her whole body erupted with sweat. Her belly convulsed and she
screamed to the ceiling as bliss washed over her, filling her. Rainbows burst
behind her eyeballs and her body jerked and bucked as spasm after spasm grabbed
her, shaking her violently.

Her body became weak and she put a limp hand down to stop Marie, who
slowly withdrew the dildo.

“Oh fuck…that was amazing,” Angel said gasping for breath. She
looked down seeing Marie wearing the instrument, covered with her cream, and Donna’s
smiling face wet with her juices.

“Was that good, boss?” Marie said, unfastening the strap-on.

“It’ll do,” she replied with a satiated smile.