Sadistic, barbaric, primitive cruelty is not uncommon in this day and age amongst those who delight in the sexual gratification which comes from these emotions.
There is no particular class of either men or women who indulge in sadistic perversions; no particular group. It is to be found from the least educated to the most intellectual. It becomes an obsession to be sadistic and cruel. Some are born with the feeling, some acquire it. But all, sooner or later, execute their savage and barbaric instincts with a lust and carnal appetite which increases with each act, rather than decreases.
The least educated find their outlet in flagellation, beatings, and force of body. The more intellectual, while they also enjoy this form of torment and torture to their sadistic liking, also find a keen sense of power and sexual excitement in torturing and tormenting the dignity of another. The tearing down of manhood or womanhood to the animal level by their superior intelligence.
In the beginning, a sadist will search for a masochist to satisfy his sexual desires, knowing that they will be quickly and easily gratified.
Then, as their appetite for sadism and carnality increases, so does their choice of a sexual partner. No longer do they seek out a masochist for their perversions-they take on the challenge of a normal, well-adjusted person, and bend them to their will and desire until even that form of superiority no longer affords them the sexual gratification they are obsessed with.
No longer do they choose a sexual partner from the opposite sex; sex does not become a prime factor. Either sex is acceptable, and it is only the power of domination, of cruelty, of barbarism which affords them pleasure.
This novel deals with such people.
It is not written for people with weak stomachs, or delicate tastes. It is a gutsy, vicious, well-written tale of voluptuaries caught up in the web of sadism and masochism.
You will find that while all these emotions are spelled out, excitingly and with candor of words, there is a quality of tender torment which will endear at least one of the characters to you.
You will discover that voluptuous beauty and glorious bodies are not the most important factors for lobe, or even for desire to fornicate.
A voluptuous beauty will not give a man an erection if she stands still and makes no overtures, or if she accepts fornication coldly without joining in the rapturous adventure which sexual intercourse can give to two human beings, whether those two are males or females.
There is a certain perverse beauty to all forms of sadism and masochism, particularly to those who understand the appeal of high emotion, no matter how it is instigated.
We recommend this tale to you without any reservation, knowing you will gain more knowledge about the behavior of people who indulge in masochism and sadism; lesbianism; homosexuality and other sexual deviations.
G. Lewis Bacon, Ph.D. Los Angeles, California
CHAPTER ONE
Mike Hayes was the kind of man who knew what he wanted. At 45, his tall, lean, muscular frame was well-known throughout the world. His dark eyes, his dark hair a little gray at the temple, had been on every popular magazine in the country.
The articles had called him ruthless in his ambition to be in the same money class as Howard Hughes, Jean Paul Getty and Aristotle Onassis. But ever the lurid magazines had failed to link him with one particular girl. Mike Hayes played the field, and no girl lasted longer than a week or two, no matter how beautiful and gracious they were.
Mike was constantly flying to some distant country to finalize deals of international importance. That was how he met Astrid Swanson-on a Scandinavian plane. She was one of the hostesses, and the first time Mike saw her, he knew he had to have her.
Astrid was like some kind of Viking Goddess: tall, 5'I!", leggy in her mini-skirt which revealed so much of her soft thighs above the dusky nylon tops. Her high-heeled shoes gave her an added height which Mike loved. With her natural blonde hair, voluptuous breasts and slim hips, she looked almost as heroic as the Viking maidens of olden days.
Mike made more and more frequent trips to Sweden, to Denmark, to Finland. Every time he bought some company, and tried to make a date with Astrid, but she refused him constantly. Finally, out of sheer desperation and frustration, Mike bought the airline Astrid worked for.
One of his first orders was for her to report to him at one of his homes in the suburban towns of Hastings. It was near the airport, and as the time came closer to Astrid's arrival, Mike became more and more nervous. His hands started to sweat, and the perspiration beaded on his forehead. He swore to himself, wondering what in hell he was so worked up about. After all, Astrid was just another beautiful girl, and all he wanted out of her was a good piece of tail. He'd heard the Swedish girls had lots of fire and passion, but that didn't account for his being so damn nervous!
He paced the floor of his den like a caged lion. Priceless objects d'art shared the paneled walls with first editions of rare books. Oil paintings of the old masters were lighted by soft lights, and their beauty enhanced the room. Mike knew that everyone who entered this special room was impressed by its tasteful display of immense wealth, and he hoped that Astrid would find the room conducive to what he had in mind.
Mike heard the sound of his limousine stopping and timed the opening of the door. He visualized Astrid being escorted through the front door by his liveried butler, down the corridor which was also tastefully decorated by hand-woven tapestries collected in his travels around the world. His other homes in Bel-Aire, California; Paris, Monte Carlo, Johannesburg, South Africa, were also filled with the same type of priceless furnishings and paintings. No matter where he went, Mike had a home to go to, and kept them fully staffed.
"Miss Astrid Swanson!" announced the butler. "Come in, please!" said Mike graciously, bowing low as Astrid entered his den.
"Good evening, Mr. Hayes," said Astrid, coolly.
"You look so beautiful in street clothes," complimented Mike, looking at the more colorful shift Astrid was wearing.
"Why did you send for me, Mr. Hayes?" asked Astrid, ignoring the compliment.
Mike made a gesture and the butler silently closed the door. While Astrid noticed it, she made no comment, except that of raising her eyebrows slightly.
Mike laughed with a self-consciousness which he didn't know he possessed. "It was the only way I could get a date with you!" he said. "Have a drink?"
"Yes, thank you," replied Astrid calmly. "Do you mean to tell me that you bought a multi-million dollar airline just so that you could have a date with me?"
Mike poured two glasses of liquor, and handed one to Astrid, and he grinned. "Yes. I think you're worth it!"
Astrid noticed Mike's appraisal of her, and she snapped with a hard, brittle voice which was so un-like her usual musical way of speaking: "Worth buying an airline to date me? What for?"
Mike laughed, "Oh, you know!" he said feebly.
"Yes, I think I do, Mr. Hayes." said Astrid firmly. She drank the drink and set it down on the table and turned around to leave.
"Where are you going, Astrid?" demanded Mike.
"Back to my hotel, Mr. Hayes," replied Astrid, drawing her blonde head up high, making her look almost as tall as Mike.
"But I have a date with you!" protested Mike.
"You ordered me to come out here, Mr. Hayes!" retorted Astrid.
"What's the difference, just so long as you are here?" asked Mike with a frown. Things were not going quite the way he intended for them to go.
"You're my boss, Mr. Hayes. And I have a duty to obey my boss. Do you call that a date?"
"No, of course not!" replied Mike. "I don't want to be your boss, I'd like just to be considered your date for the evening!"
"Very well," agreed Astrid. "You're my date. Now what?"
"Won't you please sit down and have another drink?" begged Mike, gesturing to a Louis XVI chair.
"And after the drink I suppose you'll start pawing me, like all you Americans do?" scoffed Astrid.
"Well, I wouldn't exactly call it pawing, Astrid," protested Mike. "Please sit down."
"Very well-boss!" said Astrid, sitting down and crossing her legs, giving Mike a good look at her flesh above her nylon tops. She noticed him staring at her legs, and smiled sardonically, "Do you find something unusual about my legs, Mr. Hayes?"
Mike blushed like a schoolboy being caught by the teacher.
"No, I think you have very beautiful legs! Just as I am sure the rest of your body is beautiful!"
"Of course it is!" replied Astrid, with assurance.
Mike was taken aback by the girl's frankness, but he recovered enough to say, "I'd sure like to see that!"
Astrid shrugged her shoulders, "The next time you are in Sweden, Mr. Hayes, just come to the beach. We all go bathing in the nude there! Then you can see what I look like without clothes on!"
Mike replied, "But I'd like very much to see you now! Not when I get to Sweden again! Right now, tonight! Take off your clothes and let me see you in the nude!"
Astrid slowly rose and started to slip out of her clothing, "Very well, Boss!"
Mike flinched at the way she spat out the word 'Boss,' and he was about to protest that he didn't want her to undress just because he was her boss, although that's exactly the reason he had bought the airline. But she already had slipped out of her dress, and he gasped as he saw the perfectly proportioned body.
Astrid was almost six feet tall, and everything about her was large, although it was just right for her height. Her breasts were very large, but round, firm and thrust out without sagging. Their coral-red aueroles encircled a pair of erect nipples which Mike was dying to feast upon. Her belly was flat and her curvaceous thighs looked soft and satiny. Her buttocks were arcs of sheer delight in their magnificent proportions to the rest of her body.
Mike could see that Astrid was a natural blonde-the pubic hair that crowned the pink slit was the same shade as that on her head, it waved in the slight breeze which Astrid's removal of her clothing was causing. Mike's eyes focused on the triangle of blonde tendrils, and he licked his lips with desire. He wanted to plunge his face between her thighs and taste the pussy. He knew it would be like a flamb'-a food with lighted spirits poured over. And his tongue would be the lighted spirits!
"You have a magnificent body, Astrid!" said Mike, breathing very heavily. He noticed that in her nudity, her skin looked almost transparent, and her almost golden hair fell luxuriantly over her shoulders to the top of her large breasts, giving her shoulders an alluring pillow for her hair. His penis responded to the glorious sight of her "Viking beauty by swelling to a tremendous size under his trousers and tried to poke its way through the fabric to get at the pink slit between her generous thighs.
"Do you approve, Boss?' asked Astrid, as she pirouetted in front of him, showing him her smooth back with its enticing hollow where it joined the full sweep of her alabaster-white buttocks.
"My name is Mike," he said fatuously.
"All right, then, Mike. Do you find my body to your liking?" insisted Astrid.
"You are fabulously beautiful, Astrid," replied Mike as he rushed over to her and embraced her.
Mike had time enough to feel the velvety texture of Astrid's nude breasts and then he found himself lying on the floor, thrown there by a Judo toss by Astrid.
"Sorry, Boss, but you said you wanted to see me, not feel me!" said Astrid casually.
Mike was stunned by the shock of his fall, and he stared at the Viking girl with amazement that she could so easily throw him to the floor. After all, he was more than four inches taller than her, and he was a MAN! From his position on the floor, he could see more of the goal which he was trying to reach: Astrid's pussy lips were bared for his inspection, although by this time he knew that she didn't do it purposely. He could see the sweet flesh of the cunt-lips as they nestled close to her thighs. Mike started to get up.
"I hope I didn't hurt you, Boss!" said Astrid sarcastically.
"No, no," mumbled Mike, and then he made another rush at the voluptuous blonde nude. But this time, he was prepared for her Judo toss and he side-stepped it just in time to receive a Karate chop on the other side of his neck which felled him like an ox.
But, just as quickly, he was back on his feet, which brought a look of admiration from Astrid.
"Well, that would have knocked out most men for at least half an hour! You must be very strong!" admired Astrid.
"Oh, I am!" said Mike, rubbing his sore neck. "But I'm no match for you! I think I'd better have another drink. Would you care to join me?"
Astrid stood in the center of the room, her feet spread apart giving Mike a very good look at what he was not going to have, and she laughed merrily.
"Why not? As long as the wrestling and Judo bout is over?" It is finished, isn't it, Bo...Mike?"
"Yes," said Mike with a good-natured grin. "You can put your clothes back on if you'd like."
"Oh, what for? I think I can sit around and drink-just as if we were on the beach in Sweden-without being dressed. I'm sure you won't try any of your American ways on me."
"Don't they have Swedish ways?" sardonically asked Mike.
Astrid laughed, and it was the sound of music to Mike's ears. He looked more closely at Astrid's face, which up till now, he had been ignoring almost completely. He saw the Nordic beauty, the grace of her neckline, the blue eyes like some deep lake, the white even teeth which gave her wide, generous red mouth such a beautiful smile. He felt weird. For some reason, he just had to have this gorgeous girl.
"Of course we have Swedish ways, Mike!" laughed Astrid. "But I don't think you'd understand them."
"Try me," said Mike as he made the drinks. He had to reach under the bar and noticed the bottle of small pills which he always kept around to slip into somebody's drink whenever they got obstreperous and rowdy. They knocked a person out in a matter of seconds, and kept them out for an hour, just long enough to put them into a cab or limousine and send them home. He'd used them many times on some girls who'd gotten crying jags, or whining fits, or who had been just to hard to get rid of in any other way.
With a devilish gleam in his eyes, he slipped a pill into Astrid's drink. It would be a lot of fun to fuck her while she was knocked out and then after she recovered, he could really fuck her again. Simple as that!
To hide the dissolving of the pill, he carried the two drinks he'd just made over to the sofa, and asked her to sit down next to him. Without any embarrassment, or false modesty, Astrid gracefully slid her perfect body onto the soft cushion of the sofa and took the offered drink.
"Am I fired!" she asked.
Mike laughed. He liked the frank questions this beautiful girl asked. "No, of course not. You're too beautiful and lovely a girl to be fired!"
"But don't all American bosses fire their help if they don't give in to them?" asked Astrid.
"I'm not all American bosses, Astrid," said
Mike. "I think that you'll find me quiet different."
"I find you quite handsome, Mr. Mike Hayes. And soooo rich!" said Astrid, smiling widely.
"Does being rich make me handsome?" bantered Mike.
"Being rich helps anybody look handsome, or beautiful!"
"Would you like to be rich?" asked Mike.
"Of course!" retorted Astrid.
"What would you do if you had a lot of money?"
"Oh, I'd indulge myself in every desire I've ever had!" giggled Astrid.
"It might not work, Astrid," replied Mike. "Just look at us right now for that answer. Here I am, one of the richest men in the world, and you're sitting next to me naked and lovely and voluptuous ! Yet, I'm sure I'd get a Karate chop if I laid a hand on one of your glorious breasts!"
"You sure would!" Astrid smiled, taking a large drink from her doped glass.
"Don't you like your breasts to be caressed, and kissed, Astrid?" asked Mike, looking her deep in her blue eyes.
"Of course I do, silly! But not by..." she stopped her sentence short, and took another quick gulp of her drink.
"Not by...? What were you going to say, Astrid?" asked Mike, leaning closer, waiting for the pill to take effect. "Not by me? Is that what you were going to say?"
"Y-y-yes," whispered Astrid, half closing her eyes, and trying to fight the sudden wave of drowsiness which was overcoming her. ' "Why, darling?" breathed Mike heavily, his face moving closer to her heavenly body. With a weak gesture of force, Astrid tried to push him away. Instead, she slumped forward, the drink falling out of her hand onto the floor. She lay with her face down in Mike's lap, and her mouth was covering his erect penis. Mike didn't move away, enjoying the feeling that this Viking Goddess was giving him. He ran his hands up and down her smooth, satiny skin and felt its warm softness. While she was a big girl, she looked tiny and helpless in her drugged condition, and for a moment Mike Hayes hesitated in his lecherous caresses. After all, he was able to get as many women as he could possibly handle, just because he was handsome and rich. He didn't need Astrid Swanson, but the ruthless, aggressive nature which had made him one of the world's richest men, also made him want Astrid Swanson, drugged or not. She had refused him too many times and it had piqued his vanity. He lifted her head gently from his lap, and his prick immediately throbbed and thrashed around inside his trousers to regain its warmth and touch of Astrid's face.
He looked closely at the lovely girl, her long blonde hair just a bit tousled from her head being in his lap. Her eyes were closed, but her breathing pas warm and it pushed hotly against his face as he bent down and kissed her lips. Sweet and soft and tender! But, he felt the lack of response, and wished she had not been drugged to the extent of unconsciousness. Her large breasts were rising and falling in a rhythmic breathing movement, and he watched them for a long moment, noticing their perfection, their glorious size! He bent down and kissed one of the nipples tenderly. A shock of electricity went through his body at the contact, and he opened his mouth and slipped the nipple into his eager cavern and started to slowly suck on her nipple.
His cock kept urgently pushing against the fabric of his trousers, demanding attention. Reluctantly, he removed his mouth from her pussy nipple, and hastily slipped out of his clothes, revealing his rather long and thick rigid cock. He looked down at himself, and then at Astrid's tiny pink cunt and mentally wondered if she, large as she was, would be big enough to take all of him. He was built like a stallion and that was. one of the reasons no girl lasted more than a week or so with him. They just couldn't take all of him into their small cunts, or the ones who could were so coarse and vulgar he did not care for them.
But Astrid was different. As he laid her down gently lengthwise on the sofa, and spread her long legs apart, he again had a twinge of conscience. She was so beautiful, so helpless-looking, so fragile yet so regal that he almost resisted the urgings of his thrashing cock.
He held it in his hand for a moment, trying to still its wild swelling, and the warmth of his hand almost made him come. He didn't realize he was so hot for this girl. Her blonde beauty looked so radiant against the dark sofa cushions, and her blonde tendrils of pubic hair almost blended into the creamy whiteness of her skin. Her face, made pale by the drug, brought out the ruby red of her lips in contrast, and he couldn't resist kneeling down and rubbing his cockhead against the soft mouth for a moment. He knew he was running the danger of losing his load, but he just had to feel her lovely red lips against his cock before he plunged it into her cunt!
He had thought of this moment so many times in the past; every trip he took on the plane Astrid was working on! Now, at last, he had her completely naked on his sofa, and he was going to fuck her! He rubbed his prick slowly along her closed lips, feeling the wondrous smoothness of her delicate lips, and thrilling to the glory of her womanhood. His eyes feasted on her entire stretched out length of nudity, the perfection of her body the most glorious sight he'd ever seen! His prick pulsated madly, and he quickly withdrew it from her lips. He had to desire to shoot his load onto her face! But just once, he had to feel her tongue on his prick. He bent over her face again, and with his fingers, parted her mouth and slipped the tip of his cock into her mouth, feeling the still tongue pressing wetly against the huge erection. God, what a thrill! He realized that if he got such a tremendous sensation while she was drugged, she would be absolutely magnificent when she regained consciousness. With a delicacy of a butterfly, he wiggled his cock against her tongue, the slightly rough top layer frictioning his cock-head thrillingly.
Slowly, with regret, he removed his immense staff from her rosebud mouth and saw that some of his seminal drippings remained on her red lips. Tenderly, he bent down and kissed her lips, tasting his own come and her lipstick. Together, they were erotically tasteful, and he had to find out if her cunt tasted as exciting.
Sliding his head down her naked, voluptuous body, stopping at each enticing portion and licking it, he made his way to her spread legs.
Astrid was such a big girl, and there was so much to her warm flesh, that by the time Mike licked his way to her pussy, he was so excited that he had to stop for a moment and gather his control before taking the soft, pink folds of cunt flesh into his eager mouth. His prick was palpitating and throbbing so violently that he had to stand up and take a drink to calm its violent thrashing.
After the drink, all of Mike's conscience vanished. Now, he did not care if the girl had been drugged or not! Now, all he wanted was her glorious body, the lovely smooth Swedish blondeness to be entirely his!
He put down the drink and lowered his naked body on top of Astrid, kissing her again on the mouth. Then he slid quickly down so that his face rested against the end of the couch, giving him leverage to plunge his face between her spread legs. His lips caressed her symmetrical thighs, tasting their hot flesh voraciously. He could smell the odor emanating from her cunt, and it was exotically fragrant, like all the women he had ever sucked combined. A delicate odor, yet he was aware of the exquisite effect it had on his libido. He thrust out his long tongue and savored her pussy-lips! Ambrosia. Its spicy delicacy was pure nectar, as befitted a Goddess! Wave after wave of nerve tinglings coursed up and down his body, making him clutch her ample buttocks with his strong hands and pull her upwards so that his face could burrow deeper into her cunt!
The delicate morsel under his manipulating tongue grew in spite of her drugged condition, and he could feel the cunt-lips swell with passion, and he thought he heard her moan.
His hands were filled with the soft, yet firm flesh of her buttocks and they yielded to his direction. Always upwards, upwards so that he could get as much of her cunt into his mouth as possible.
He rolled his tongue around the outer rim, feeling the faint fine hairs tantalizing his tongue. He slithered his tongue into her crevice, and was amazed to find how small her cunt opening was. For her size, she had a very small cunt!
His cock kept getting harder and harder, more and more demanding of satisfaction, and he could no longer control himself, nor did he want to.
He removed his moist mouth from its warm, lovely, fragrant delicacy and he quickly heaved his body up. With one hand, he guided his immense cock toward the small cunt, looking down into the lovely, peaceful face of the blonde Goddess underneath him. She was the most magnificent creature he'd ever seen in all his life, and his hand trembled as it held his cock. He almost missed her cunt, but he quickly moved his hips so that his prick was opposite her moist pussy.
He pushed his hips downward, forcing her cunt lips to spread wide and receive his immense cock. To his surprise, Mike found the passageway into her womb rather difficult. He had to plunge his cock hard to penetrate even a few inches. He pushed, and rotated his hips, and the heat of her womb enveloped his shaft until he thought it was going to burst with the fire. But he controlled himself, and plunged his cock deeper and deeper, pushing it harder and harder. He felt something rip and tear and a flood of some warm liquid flow over his swollen cock, but his passion was so great that he didn't comprehend what was happening!
He moaned with the delightful ecstasy of her body, her lovely cunt impaled by his urgent cock. He slowly, expertly rotated his hips and he could feel her heated womb setting his penis afire. His arms went around her waist and then his mouth found one of her breasts, and he sucked on the nipple until it became erect under his manipulations. He feasted at her glorious breast with his mouth and tongue, while his ever swelling cock slid in and out of the helpless girl's cunt.
Even unconscious, Mike realized that Astrid was a more thrilling and a more exotic girl than he'd ever had.
He plunged his cock deep into her cunt, feeling the warm liquid inside her womb inundating his shaft with its fire. He could feel the soft tissues of her cunt-lips spread as his immense cock parted them wide, giving it the savage friction it demanded. In and out of her graceful body, Mike plunged his rampant penis, using all the exciting rotations of his hips to make sure that his cock-head touched all the erogenous zones inside the womb. He groaned and felt that he was on the verge of coming. He tried to hold back, clutching at her buttocks with his hands fiercely, feeling their tender, soft flesh under his fingernails, but his cock wouldn't obey his mind.
He screamed with savage, barbaric relief as he spurted his hot fiery sperm into the delicate womb of the blonde Astrid.
"Oh, darling, darling!" he moaned as his cock palpitated wildly, and spewed his hot seed into her cunt. His sperm merged with the hot liquid which had been inundating his cock, and the glory of his feelings made him shout with joy!
"Astrid, darling!" he cried. "How very magnificent your cunt was to my cock!"
CHAPTER TWO
Mike Hayes completed his volcanic climax, yet he was too happy and enchanted to remove his wet cock from the still unconscious cunt of Astrid.
He lay heavily on top of her warm body, his cock spurting its last few drops of sperm. Mike raised himself on his elbows, but still managed to keep his limp prick inside Astrid's tight, tiny cunt. He marveled at its size, for such a big girl to have such a tiny cunt was almost unheard of! Even now, with his immense cock almost limp, he could feel the tightness of her cunt-lips throbbing against its shaft with a maddening regularity which threatened to get him hard again.
Smiling contentedly, he decided that was exactly what he would do.
He would lie on top of Astrid, with his limp prick inside her cunt until its tightness made him hard again, and he would resume fucking her. Perhaps by that time, she would regain consciousness and all of her beauty and splendor would respond to him the way he had responded to her!
He used one of her sweet, large breasts for a pillow, and his hand roamed investigatingly around the other, feeling the smooth, satiny flesh. He gloried in the sight of her voluptuousness under his naked body, thinking what a perfect pair they were. He was tall, she was tall. He was well built, she was perfectly built! He had a large cock, she had a small cunt. She had everything he wanted or needed in a woman, and he began to feel a great wave of tenderness overcoming his passion. He kissed her on the cheek softly, feeling the pale skin quiver slightly at his touch.
She was coming to!
He was about to remove his prick from her warm cunt, but decided that he would stick to his original intention of fucking her after she regained consciousness. After all, her first reaction to his being inside her was certain to be one of pleasure, and his immense cock would take care of the rest.
Astrid's eyelids fluttered like a butterfly about to rest upon a flower. She moved her body, and felt Mike's weight resting heavily upon her, and her eyes opened wide.
"Mr. Hayes!" she shrieked as she realized that his cock was inside her cunt.
"Don't you think you could call me Mike?" smiled Mike, kissing her on the cheek.
With a lightning like motion, Astrid heaved her body upwards and threw Mike from it, and he landed heavily on the floor. Astrid, with fire shooting from her eyes, looked down at him as she leaped from the sofa.
"What have you done to me?" she cried.
"My God!" cried Mike, started. It was the first chance he'd had to see Astrid's cunt since his cock had entered it. It was all bloody and torn. The whiteness of his sperm was intermingled with her red blood, and both were trickling down her soft inner thighs in a sticky mass of matter.
"You-you weren't a...? " Mike rose slowly, not being able to finish the sentence.
Astrid looked down at herself, then at Mike's bloody limp prick, and without a word, slowly sat down on the sofa and started to weep large tears silently. She made no effort to hide her nudity. No effort to scream, rant, or carry on. She just wept silent tears of shame and humiliation.
Mike was really ashamed of himself now. He couldn't stand to see a woman cry, and Astrid's tears were flowing down her cheeks and dropping onto her large breasts without her trying to stop them.
"Please forgive me, Astrid. I didn't think a woman as beautiful and lovely as you could possibly be a virgin. I didn't know, or else I wouldn't have touched you without your consent!"
Astrid raised her tear-filled blue eyes and she said very quietly, without emphasis: "You monster!"
"I'm sorry, Astrid. I'll do anything to make it up to you!" said Mike contritely. He felt foolish and silly and stupid. He did not know how to hide his bloody prick or even to make any sort of motion to put on his clothes. Instead, he got down on his knees and pleaded. "Let me make it up to you, Astrid!"
Astrid looked down at the kneeling, begging Mike and her face showed absolutely no emotion as she retorted: "How? How can you replace a virgin's maidenhead?"
Mike hung his head in shame. The full horror of what he had done hit him suddenly, and he stood up, determined to do anything in his very great power to make this beautiful girl forgive him.
He tried to think of how much money to offer her, and then he knew she would be insulted. She was too noble, too gracious, too well-mannered to take money from him. Jewels? Furs? Hardly. Then, as he looked at her beauty, completely naked and bruised by his ravishment, he remembered how vivacious and interesting she had been as a Hostess on the airline. Every passenger, no matter what walk of life they came from, got along with her. They had all obviously adored her. She'd make someone a fine wife! A very fine wife! So why shouldn't she be his wife? After all, he was 45 and time he got married. As his wife, she would certainly forgive him for having raped her. He looked closely at her, still with her body soiled by his unforgivable raping. She still looked virginal and beautiful, in spite of the horror she must be undergoing.
"Astrid," said Mike quietly, getting back onto his knees. "I know it's hard for you to forgive me right now..."
"I shall never forgive you!" said Astrid, not raising her voice, not looking at the kneeling Mike.
"I hope you will. You are such a voluptuous woman and I couldn't help fucking you. I'm very sorry that you were a virgin...or, rather I'm glad you were a virgin!"
"Glad?"
"Yes, because I intend to make you my wife!" said Mike, never doubting that she would accept him.
"Wife? Me marry you? Never!" said Astrid, shoving Mike aside roughly and trying to stand up. She was weak, though, and she fell back upon the sofa in a heap.
"Astrid! I'm sorry! Please let me help you. Can I get anything for you?" begged Mike, his shame and humiliation very apparent even to Astrid.
"Get me my clothes," she ordered. "I'm going back to my hotel room."
"Oh, you can't do that, Astrid! Please! Stay here until you recover enough to either say yes or no to my proposal!" begged Mike, his face screwed up in a mass of concern.
"I will not stay in this house alone with you!" retorted Astrid weakly.
"Then let me get someone to stay with you until you recover...a nurse?" asked Mike.
For the first time since the rape, Astrid's face showed a gleam of excitement. She narrowed her eyes craftily, and whispered softly to Mike.
"I don't want a nurse. But I am too weak to leave right away. Have your chauffeur go to my hotel and pick up Katerina Dantine and bring her here to stay with me."
"Katerina Dantine?"
"Yes, she's also a hostess on your airline. We've been good friends for years. I'll feel safe with her in the house."
"Right away," agreed Mike. He slipped on a robe, rang the bell for the butler and went to the door. In a moment, a knock came and Mike opened the door only wide enough to tell the butler to send the chauffeur to pick up Miss Katerina Dantine at the hotel.
He closed the door and came back to Astrid's side. 'Your friend will be here as soon as my driver can get her. I'll show you where the two of you can stay."
Astrid stood up, staggered, and would have fallen if Mike hadn't put his arm around her. This time, she didn't try to shove him away, but permitted him to lead her out of the den into an adjoining bedroom which was as luxuriously furnished as the rest of the house.
Mike led the battered Astrid to the bed and laid her gently down. She made no protest as Mike sat on the edge of the bed and held her hand.
"You've got to forgive me, Astrid. I couldn't live with myself for the rest of my life if you didn't. Please think about my marriage proposal. It's more than just a gesture. I could offer you money and buy you off, but I know that you'd refuse me. I think you are a wonderful girl, and it's time I got married. You have everything which I've looked for in a girl, and I'd be very proud to be your husband, more than proud!"
Astrid looked at Mike, her nude body resting on the bed. She saw the concern in his handsome face, and the gentle tenderness with which he was now treating her. Obviously, he was trying to make amends. More than that, he seemed truly willing to marry her! That would make her one of the richest girls in the entire world!
"Let me alone now, Mr. Hayes," pleaded Astrid, turning her face away from him.
"Please-Mike! Call me Mike!"
"Mike, please let me be alone," begged Astrid. "I've got to do a lot of thinking, and now is not the time for talking!"
Mike immediately leaped to his feet, contrite. "Of course not! What could I have been thinking about? You're sore, and you're still in a state of shock. I'm very, very sorry, and I won't bother you any more until you send for me. There's a bell right behind you. Just ring it and a maid will attend to your needs immediately."
"Thank you, Mike," whispered Astrid, her face still turned away from the concerned Mike.
Mike took a last long, lingering look at Astrid's nude body as she lay on the bed. Her glorious body was so superb that he had a difficult time tearing his eyes away from it, even though she was still bloody and sticky between her thighs. His heart went out to her, and he felt a wave of tremendous tenderness sweep over him. He vowed that if this beautiful young blonde Goddess would consent to marry him, he would take good care of her for the rest of his life!
He also thought, remembering the thrill of her body even though drugged, that she would probably take good care of him!
* * *
Mike was showered, dressed and presentable by the time Katerina Dantine was brought from the hotel by the chauffeur. He greeted the hostess courteously, noticing that her medium height, plain face, flat chest, and rather dumpy figure didn't seem to fit the kind of person Astrid would choose to be her best friend.
"Where is she?" demanded Katerina, without acknowledging the greeting which Mike offered her.
"She's in a bedroom right off the den, Miss Dantine," said Mike, "I'll show you."
"Never mind, Mr. Hayes," retorted Katerina, "Just point out the way, and I'll find it."
"It's right down the hall, second door on the left," said Mike, gesturing with resignation.
"From what I gather, she doesn't feel safe in this house, Mr. Hayes. But let me assure you that she's safe now!" said Katerina as she barged down the hallway to the room which Mike had taken Astrid into.
Katerina entered Astrid's room, and without even looking toward the bed where Astrid lay, she turned the key in the lock to make sure nobody would be able to come in.
Katerina wheeled and saw the nude figure of Astrid on the bed.
"My darling baby!" she screamed as she saw the bloody cunt. "What has that monster done to you?"
"He fucked me! He put his prick into my virgin cunt and took away my maidenhead!" cried Astrid.
"Baby! Baby!" cried Katerina as she rushed over to the bed and threw herself down next to the naked Astrid. They kissed passionately and Katerina shivered at the touch of the naked Astrid. Her hand tenderly caressed the bloody cunt and she stopped kissing Astrid.
"Does my baby's cunny hurt much?" she cooed sympathetically.
"Oh, Katerina, it's all sore and I'm so ashamed!" cried Astrid, burying her face in her friend's flat chest.
"Katerina, with one hand stroking Astrid's long blonde hair, the other tenderly caressing the ravished cunny, said suggestively:
"Does my baby need to be kissed on her cunny by Katerina?"
"Yes, oh, yes! Your kisses will take away the shame and the humiliation of being fucked by that awful monster!"
"We'll take care of him later, baby," threatened Katerina. "Right now, Katerina will take care of her baby's sweet cunny and make it all better!"
"Oh, Katerina! I need you so much! I need your sweet mouth on my cunny to take away the hurt! Kiss my cunny, Katerina! And take off your clothes so that you will be more close to me!" begged Astrid, hugging the dumpy form of the plain Katerina.
"Right away, baby!" said Katerina, as she stood up and started to remove the hostess uniform from her squat body. "How did he ever get into you with all your knowledge of Judo and Karate anyhow?" she asked as she slipped out of her blouse.
"He put some kind of drug in my drink!" wailed Astrid.
Katerina's eyes flared with hatred, and she hissed with venom:
"We'll take care of his prick so that he'll never seduce another young beautiful girl again!"
"Oh, good, Katerina! You don't think less of me for having been raped, do you, my love?"
Katerina's eyes softened as she looked at the voluptuous goddess lying naked on the bed. She knew that with her homely looks, she was very lucky to even get close enough to Astrid to kiss her feet, much less her passionate and delectable pussy. And she knew that she alone was the only one who had ever done that. It was she who had broken in Astrid to the lonely and perverse ways of Lesbianism without the girl's being aware of men at all. And that was more than five years ago, when Astrid had been only a young girl of 16 and straight from a dairy farm just outside of Stockholm. It was she who had gotten her the job with the airlines, and it was she who had been with her every minute since that time. She knew that Astrid could have had any male or female who ever traveled on the airline, and they came from all walks of life. low, she had been raped by one of the richest men in the world, and wanted assurance that she, Katerina, didn't think less of Astrid.
"Baby, you're my sweet lovely child, my whole heart, and I only am furious with that rapist, Mike Hayes. He'll pay for it, not you! To me, you are the same sweet, affectionately passionate sweetheart in the world."
"Oh, Katerina!" sighed Astrid happily. "That makes me feel a lot better. I don't want you to think I'm a cheap, vulgar girl who allows herself to be had by anybody!"
By this time, Katerina had taken off the few clothes she was, and was stark naked. In spite of her dumpy figure, and flat breasts, Astrid gazed at the naked Katerina with as much lust in her eyes as if she were looking at Venus herself.
"Oh, hurry, Katerina, come to bed with me. Comfort me. Love me! Kiss my poor cunny well! Make it better!"
"Yes, my love!" breathed Katerina, looking down at the voluptuous Astrid with a savage barbaric lust which transformed her plain face into something closely resembling beauty. It was alive with sheer desire, carnal lust, and she almost threw herself between Astrid's legs and started to lap up the blood and come with her long tongue.
At the first touch of Katerina's tongue on her inner thighs, Astrid moaned loudly. "Ooooohhhh, beautiful! Now I already feel much better, Katerina!"
Katerina's tongue lapped up the blood and she swallowed it with all the zest of a gourmet...it was part of her beloved Astrid, and therefore tasted delicious. Her body glowed with the same sheen which suffused Astrid's, and her hands roamed the glorious buttocks, feeling their familiar softness tremble under her caresses.
"Ooohhhh, Katerina, your tongue is sooo long!" said Astrid as she felt the moist, snake-like appendage twisting and turning inside her bruised cunt-lips.
Katerina lifted her head long enough to ask, "Better than that brutal cock, isn't it, darling?"
Astrid squealed, "Oh, so much better! I'll never allow a man's cock in my cunt, ever, ever! Your tongue and mouth and lips give me all the passion and beauty I want! Kiss my cunt, Katerina! Kiss! Kiss! Suck my cunt-lips into your mouth like you always do, darling! Take them between your lips and nibble on them. I love that way so much!"
Katerina smiled to herself as she took the fleshy cunt-lips into her greedy mouth and started to nibble gently on their tender flesh.
Cleverly, while introducing Astrid to the erotic joys of lesbianism, Katerina had pretended to allow Astrid to tell her how to do her cunt-lapping, yet she had always been the aggressor...she had been the one who had taught Astrid that nibbling on the clitoris was the most exciting and nerve tingling of all caresses...it was she who had been instrumental in all the perverse positions which gave them both so much joy and satisfactory climaxes.
Also, it had been the dumpy Katerina who had been able to keep Astrid's hot, torrid, violent passions gratified by her lesbian acts that she never gave men a second thought. Not even another girl!
Knowing that Astrid had just undergone a traumatic experience with a man, Katerina was exceptionally expert in her tongue lapping and sucking of Astrid's sweet, tender pussy. Her lips caressed the torn cunt-lips with a delicate butterfly-like kiss, followed by her moist tongue being inserted slowly into the hot orifice which Astrid gave to her so willingly. Then, her tongue tantalized the clitoris with its pressure against the ball-like membrane, rolling it under her tongue, finding the tiny, tiny slit in the center and pressing the tip of her hot tongue against it.
Astrid moaned with wild passion, in spite of the tenderness of her recently ravished cunt. Katerina had always been such an exciting lover, and to her, Katerina was beautiful! Her mouth on her cunt, giving her the absolute glory of violent climaxes, more than made up for her lack of physical beauty. Katerina paid homage to Astrid's cunt with a degree of erotic excitation which always drove Astrid to the brink of a volcano and then she would erupt in a flow of hot sperm. And always, Katerina would lick the wet, hot, sticky fluid into her greedy mouth with flicks of her tongue, making sure that not one precious drop of the pearl-like sperm escaped her voracious mouth.
Katerina's hands were another source of intense and immense joy to Astrid. They would roam over the voluptuous body with just the right amount of pressure and tickling in the sensitive erogenous zones which Katerina had long ago found, and which she concentrated her deft hands upon. Astrid's breasts were particularly sensitive, and Katerina found that by first caressing the round globes with the tips of her fingers delicately, tenderly, her nipples would respond and become erect. Then, she would want them pinched and squeezed and twisted fiercely, viciously, with as much force as Katerina could apply to them.
That would drive Astrid wild, and her nipples would become rigid and extend from her lovely breasts like twin penises. Katerina would suck on them, secretly imagining them to be pricks, although never in the world would she reveal that perverse thought to Astrid. She would suck the large nipples until she could almost feel the hot sperm which a man would shoot from his cock. But Katerina had never been approached by a man for any such relations, so she contented herself by becoming and remaining a lesbian. But deep down in her heart, Katerina wanted just once to suck a man's cock, feel the long shaft go down deep into her throat and feel the hot sperm shooting into her insides! She wanted to fondle the balls, which would be like tiny breasts on a woman, and maybe even put them into her mouth and suck on them. But never, never did she even dream of allowing a man's cock to be inserted into her precious cunt. That was forever reserved for a woman!
Katerina sucked harder on Astrid's cunt, knowing that the force would bring about the climax. She felt the warm, soft thighs of Astrid clamp themselves around her head, almost suffocating her as her voluptuous body heaved and writhed in a tremendous burst of pre-come passion.
"Oh, Katerina, I'm going to come! Suck my cunt! Suck harder! Push your tongue deeper into my pussy AAaaaahhhhh! That's better! That's beautiful ! Suck! Oh, Katerina! Oooohhhh! Now! Now! I'm cominggggggg!"
Katerina's hands clutched Astrid's large, perfectly proportioned buttocks and pulled them higher so that her face was buried deeper in Astrid's cunt. The hot sperm which Astrid released from her pent-up womb hit her mouth with such force that Katerina was almost thrown away from her precious hole. But, by clinging to the magnificent buttocks, she managed to stay and open her mouth to receive the lovely flavor of the delectable fluid which Astrid spewed in such tremendous spurts.
"Mmmmmmm!" moaned Katerina, her own cunt throbbing with desire. She hadn't been able to reach a climax, but wisely, she thought she had better not turn around and make Astrid suck her cunt this time. After all, it was too soon after having been forced into rape and she should be treated with kindness and consideration. Her own needs and desires could wait. So, Katerina finished lapping up the lovely pearls and controlled the pulsation of her cunt.
"Ahhh, my darling!" said Katerina as she lifted her face from the pink pussy at which she had been feasting. "Did Katerina make her baby happy?"
"Ahhhh, Katerina," sighed Astrid, relaxing her large, voluptuous body in an attitude of complete satisfaction. "As usual, I saw the stars, and the electric shocks which your mouth gave me! It is always so exciting and thrilling when you suck my cunt! I don't think I could live without you!"
Katerina tenderly caressed the large, satiny breasts with loving hands, and whispered, "You will never have to live without me, my darling Astrid! My baby!"
Astrid nestled closer to Katerina, and sighed with contentment. The nearness of the fragrant, voluptuous blonde made Katerina shiver with desire, but she managed to control herself, although her cunt was burning and itching with desire and lust. She wanted Astrid's blonde head between her legs, her pink tongue licking her cunt and her long fingers probing her bottom lecherously, like they usually did.
"What are we going to do about Mike Hayes?" asked Astrid.
Katerina pulled her naked body away from Astrid, and her face contorted in fury.
"I'm going to horsewhip the bastard!" she threatened.
"Oh, goody!" responded Astrid, gleefully. "I'd love to see him squirm!" Then, her glee changed to seriousness. "But we'll never get away with it. He's too rich, and he has so much power. Why, he even bought our airline, just to get a date with me!"
"He bought the airline?" exclaimed the surprised Katerina.
"Yes. He's our new boss!"
"Well, that makes things just a little bit different, baby! We can't go around whipping our boss and still keep our jobs! We'll have to think of something else! The bastard! The dirty, filthy, horrible rapist!"
"He-he asked me to marry him!" said Astrid hesitantly.
Katerina, for a moment, was too stunned to make any sort of reply to Astrid's announcement. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened in astonishment. "M-m-marry you?" she finally managed to get out in a shocked whisper.
"Yes," replied Astrid. Then, she added in an almost childish bravado: "Don't you think I'm good enough to marry such an immensely rich man?"
Katerina was quick to retort, "Of course you're good enough. As a matter-of-fact, you're too good for him! You're beautiful, young, gracious, well-mannered, perfectly groomed, and you're the most passionate girl in the world. Of course I think you're good enough for him. But he's a man! And you don't want a man's long, hard, brutal cock to ravish your cunt again, do you?"
"No, no, no!" cried Astrid in horror. "I just want to stay with you. Just be lovers with you. You're all I want!"
Katerina was mollified. "That's my baby!" she said, caressing Astrid's lovely breast, almost absent-mindedly. "But there's one thing about his proposal...you're absolutely certain he really meant marriage?"
"Yes, of course!" said Astrid.
Katerina's plain face stared off into space, her eyes were glazed and it was apparent to Astrid that some sort of deep thoughts were going through her mind.
"I think I may have a very, very fine way of getting even with Mr. Mike Hayes for raping you, Astrid baby!" said Katerina, "How?" asked Astrid, running her hand along Katerina's dumpy body lovingly.
"You'll marry him!" said Katerina firmly.
"What?" said the shocked Astrid. "Marry him? But you're the one who said I shouldn't have to undergo being fucked by his brutal cock again!"
"Who said anything about fucking?"
"But if we get married, isn't that part of marriage? Isn't fucking part of it?" insisted Astrid, shivering with horror.
"Yes, but not your marriage!"
"What do you mean?"
"Just because you and Mike Hayes get married is no reason he can force you to fuck him!" declared Katerina.
"But what's the sense in even getting married then?" asked the blonde Goddess, bewildered.
"He's sooo rich, isn't he?"
"Yes," replied Astrid.
"And as his wife, you'll be rich!"
"Yes, I suppose so," said Astrid slowly, thoughtfully. "But even in the United States, a wife must bed with her husband to be any kind of wife!"
"Well, you're already his wife in a certain sense. Now, if you just follow my advice, we'll wind up being the richest women in the whole world."
"What do you want me to do?" asked Astrid. "Say yes to Mike Hayes. Say you'll marry him."
"And then what?"
"Then we'll say we want to be married in California!" said Katerina triumphantly.
"I don't understand. Why California?" asked Astrid.
"In California, from the moment a girl marries a man, she automatically owns fifty percent of all his worldly goods!" said Katerina gleefully, clapping her hands.
"That means that I'd be worth hundreds of millions of dollars!" whispered Astrid in awe.
"We would baby...we would!" corrected Katerina.
"Of course I meant us, Katerina darling," said Astrid, hugging the dumpy girl lovingly. "But what about fucking Mike? How can I prevent him from fucking me again?"
"Don't worry, baby, I've figured all that out. You just take my advice and it won't be long before we'll own the world! Or at least half of Mike Hayes!"
CHAPTER THREE
Mike was overjoyed when Katerina told him that Astrid Swanson would be his wife. He was all for calling a Judge immediately and getting married right then and there.
"No," said Katerina firmly. "Astrid would like to be married in California."
"That's all right with me," enthused Mike. "Hell, we can be there in less than five hours. We can still be married today!"
"Very well," said Katerina. "I am going along-to give the bride away of course!"
Mike shook Katerina's hand warmly. "You are more than welcome to come along, Katerina...may I call you by your first name?"
Katerina felt soiled by the touch of Mike's hot hand, and she wiped it on her airline hostess uniform surreptitiously. "Of course, Mr. Hayes, you may call me Katerina. After all, you are my boss!"
"Boss, hell!" exclaimed Mike. "If you are Astrid's friend, I want to be your friend!"
"Oh, don't worry, Mr. Hayes," said Katerina, slyly winking at Astrid. "We three will be very close...friends!"
"Well, let's not waste any more time!" said Mike. "Let's get going to California!"
He rang a bell, and the liveried butler almost immediately opened the door. Mike started giving instructions, all the while looking at Astrid's voluptuous figure and wishing that they were already in California.
"John," he told the butler, "have one of the chauffeurs bring a limousine immediately. And then come back here for further orders, understand?"
"Yes, sir," said the butler, and left.
"I'll call my estate manager in Bel Aire and have the house ready by the time we get there," he informed Astrid, smiling warmly at her.
Astrid timidly returned the smile, then looked at Katerina for approval.
Katerina nodded her head and as Mike started to talk into the phone, she blew Astrid a kiss.
"This is Mr. Hayes," said Mike into the phone. "Who is this?...Oh, Raphael! Fine...now listen carefully! I'm leaving New York immediately. I want you to have the house ready when I get there. Call Bullock's Wilshire and have them send out two complete wardrobes for my intended bride and her friend...yes, that's what I said: 'bride'...thank you, Raphael! I know you'll like your new mistress. She's the most beautiful girl in the world!" He looked at Astrid who blushed and hung her head in confusion. Then he turned back to the phone. "And I want furs, and jewels and everything a woman needs to be ready by the time we get there, understand ?...Okay...Now, one other thing...get Judge Dorcass and have him ready to marry us. If you can't get Judge Dorcass, get Judge Donovan, or Judge Meredith. But get someone authorized to perform a marriage ceremony by the time we arrive, understand?...Good!"
Mike hung up and smiled at the two girls, "How's that suit the two of you?" he asked.
"Satisfactory," replied Katerina.
"All right," said Astrid hesitantly, following Katerina's example.
"Don't have any doubts, Astrid," Mike assured her. "Everything's going to turn out just fine!"
"I am sure of it!" said Katerina.
Mike gave her a strange look, but then his happiness at Astrid's acceptance of him made him shrug off the suspicion of Katerina which had crept into his mind.
"The limousine is ready," announced the butler. "Any more orders for me, sir?"
"Yes," replied Mike. "Call the Swedish airline I just bought, and tell whoever's in charge that I want Miss Katerina Dantine to be placed on an indefinite vacation...and double...no triple her usual salary!"
"Yes, sir!" replied the butler.
"All right with you, Katerina?" asked Mike cheerfully.
Katerina pretended a warm smile, "Just fine, Mr. Hayes!"
"Don't you think you could also call me 'Mike', just like all my other friends do?" asked Mike.
Katerina frowned, but then relented her severe expression. After all, she thought, Mike and Astrid weren't married yet, and there was no sense in upsetting the apple cart until after the ceremony.
"Mike!" said Katerina.
"That's great, Katerina. You and I are going to get along just fine in the future."
"I'm sure we will," said Katerina, with a double-edged meaning which escaped Mike.
"Let's go!" he said cheerfully, taking Astrid by the arm and leading her out. Astrid looked back at Katerina to see if it was all right for Mike to touch her so intimately, and she received a nod of agreement from Katerina.
They piled into the limousine and in no time at all they were at the airport, boarding Mike's private jet which took off the moment they were aboard.
On the relatively short trip to California, Mike tried to get Astrid to be more responsive to his enthusiasm about the forthcoming marriage. But she seemed so shy and timid, and Katerina kept interjecting her own remarks to such an extent that Mike finally decided to wait until after their marriage when he and Astrid would be alone. The more he looked at Astrid's beauty, the more he loved her. He was more like a youngster in his adoration than an international figure, respected and feared in many countries for his sharp business acumen.
Since Astrid and Katerina still wore their airline hostess uniforms, which were very tight and form filling, Mike tried his best to get them into removing them to be more comfortable.
Astrid again looked for approval, and Katerina shook her head.
"No, Mike," said Katerina firmly, "we will not remove our clothing for the benefit of your savage and lecherous nature!"
Mike was astounded by the remark, "but I only..." he started to explain, but Katerina cut him short.
"But you only want to repeat your rape of Astrid! Isn't that so, Mike?" sarcastically asked Katerina.
"No, of course not!" said Mike heatedly. "I only thought you'd be more comfortable without eyes were glued on Astrid's large luscious breasts your uniforms on. They look so tight!" Mike's which were threatening to burst out of their confinement. He wanted to at least see them in their naked glory again. He couldn't wait until they got to California and were married.
"You two will wait until after your marriage!" said Katerina with finality, looking daggers at both Mike and Astrid.
Mike realized that Katerina was a domineering type, and the sooner he got rid of her after he and Astrid were married, the more comfortable he'd feel. She was already making him wish that he hadn't been so generous with his offer to accompany them to California.
"Why don't you let Astrid speak for herself?" he asked Katerina, trying to hold back his anger.
"She'll do as I wish...which you know is right and proper, Mr. Hayes!" affirmed Katerina. "After the marriage! Then, when you are man and wife, she may do as she wished. But until then, she needs my direction and guidance. She is too young, too inexperienced in the ways of men! Don't you agree that I am right, Mr. Hayes?"
Mike looked at the regal beauty of Astrid, remembered her lovely nakedness, and decided that she was more than worth waiting for...he really shouldn't be so carnal and lecherous. Astrid had more to offer him than just her body, he was sure of that. So he meekly nodded his head and replied, "You are right, Katerina. And I apologize for my impatience. But after all, you can hardly blame me, now can you? Just look at that beautiful blonde Goddess! Katerina, isn't she the most gorgeous creature you've ever seen in all your entire life?"
Had Mike been looking at Katerina instead of Astrid, he would have seen the lecherous gleam which illuminated Katerina's eyes as she appraised Astrid, who was blushing attractively. Craftily, she knew that she had better restrain her own lesbian jealousy, and reply as though she were not Astrid's lover.
"Yes, Mike, Astrid is gorgeous! And she'll make you a very good wife, I am sure. But try to keep that lust from showing too much until after the marriage!"
Mike involuntarily looked down at his bulging cock which was threatening to break through his trousers' fabric. He colored and turned his body so that his flailing cock wouldn't be so obvious. Finally, he had to sit down and cross his legs so that he could hide the immense erection which the sight of his gorgeous Astrid gave him.
The rest of the plane trip was strained. Mike couldn't get near Astrid because of Katerina, and the more he looked at Astrid, the more he wanted and loved her.
By the time they arrived at his estate in Bel-Aire, California, Mike was almost fit to be tied. His erection, with all its attending strain, had lasted more than five hours, and he wanted the ceremony performed the moment he entered the huge mansion.
Raphael, his dark, handsome Spanish estate manager, greeted him and the girls with a wide smile of welcome. "Mr. Hayes, Ladies, welcome!"
Both Astrid and Katerina noticed how handsome the young man was, and returned his greeting with equally warm smiles.
"Is the Judge here?" demanded Mike, ushering them all into a huge living room, which was decorated in the predominately Spanish-Mexican decor which prevailed in Southern California.
"No, sir, he didn't come!" replied Raphael.
Mike roared with anger, "Why in hell not?"
Raphael remained calm as he explained. "The Judge was told by me that you intended to be married. He said that you have to wait three days in California after applying for a license before you can get married!"
"To hell with that! We'll fly back to Las Vegas, and get married there, won't we, Astrid?"
Astrid looked at Katerina for advice, which irritated Mike just a little.
"Absolutely not, Mr. Hayes!" said Katerina. "We agreed that you should get married in California, and if it takes three days, so much the better. You and Astrid will get to know each other better!" Katerina had no wish to lose that community property right which went with marriage in California.
"Why don't you let Astrid speak for herself, Katerina?" testily demanded Mike.
Katerina turned to Astrid, and softly said, "Well, Astrid, tell Mike what you want to do!"
Astrid took her cue from Katerina and turned to Mike and said quietly, "I think Katerina is right, Mike. We should wait for three days to get to know each other better. After all, surely you can wait that long!"
Mike looked down at his bulging cock and shook his head sadly, "I'm not sure that I can wait one more minute!"
Astrid giggled, and Katerina shot her a reproving look and quieted her laughter.
"Don't be vulgar, Mike!" said Katerina. "Just because you raped Astrid with your uncontrollable prick, there's no reason you have to continue your lecherous and carnal conduct until after the marriage. And that will be in three days, understand?"
Mike groaned with frustration, and hung his head meekly and nodded it slowly.
Raphael looked at Mike with shock. His Boss had never before displayed anything but ruthless strength and domination, yet here he was meekly submitting to a dumpy airline hostess's commands about his marriage. He shook his own head sadly. Things were not what they used to be. Then, to break the awkward silence, he offered, "The clothes, furs and jewelry have arrived, sir!"
Mike was grateful to Raphael for the information and he eagerly turned to the girls. "How about trying on your new clothes?"
Astrid was delighted, and even Katerina unbent her domination enough to become pleasant. "Where are they?" she asked Raphael, again thinking how handsome he was.
Raphael, instead of answering Katerina, turned to his Boss and said, "I took the liberty of putting them in the bedroom next to yours, Mr. Hayes!"
"Good man!" said Mike enthusiastically. "Shall we see what the store sent for my intended bride-and her close friend!" He added the last with a angry look at Katerina. He started to lead Astrid out of the room.
Katerina, barely able to restrain her own anger at the slur, replied domineeringly: "There'll be no need for you to tag along, Mike Hayes. Raphael here can show us where the bedroom is-can't you, Raphael?"
Raphael, his dark handsome face looked at Mike with confused concern. Again, he was shocked to see his Boss meekly back down from Katerina's dictatorial attitude and submit to her suggestion.
"Show the ladies their rooms, Raphael," said Mike, not daring to show his humility in front of his servant.
"Yes, sir," replied Raphael, losing some of the respect he'd always had for Mike Hayes. But after looking at the statuesque and voluptuous beauty of Astrid, he understood a little better why his Boss was allowing himself to be dominated by the dumpy Katerina.
"This way, ladies," said Raphael, leading the girls out of the room and up the stairs to a master bedroom, which was cluttered with dresses, coats, furs, under things, shoes, stockings, jewelry, hats and purses.
Astrid could hardly contain her joy and enthusiasm as she saw all the luxurious and expensive clothing. "Oh, what beautiful, lovely things! So pretty and feminine!"
Katerina was less enthusiastic, a fact which didn't escape Raphael's keen insight. After all, he had lived in Southern California all his life, and he could recognize signs of perversion when he saw them, and he suspected Katerina of being a lesbian. He decided, not for his own gain, but for his Boss, to test his suspicion.
"I hope the clothes aren't too feminine for you, Miss Katerina!" he said sardonically.
Katerina was startled. She understood immediately what the inference Raphael was drawing, and she decided to put a half to his suspicions immediately. She turned to him with a warm, friendly smile and replied, "Well, they might be, Raphael. They might be just a trifle too feminine. You see, I don't have a very good figure-not at all like the voluptuous figure Astrid has-and frilly, feminine clothes only accentuate my flat chest, and dumpy figure." She hung her head, pretending to be ashamed of her body.
Raphael was still undecided, but he was after all, a servant, and he replied hastily, "Oh, Miss
Katerina, I am sure your body is appealing to...er...certain people!"
"Well, in Sweden, we do not have any qualms about showing our nudity in public beaches, so why don't you take a look at my body and see if it appeals to you!" said Katerina, trying to be as coy as possible for her to pretend.
"Katerina!" admonished Astrid.
"Excuse me, said Katerina to Raphael, and then crossed to Astrid and whispered, low, so that Raphael couldn't hear. "There's too much money at stake here, and I think Raphael suspects us of being lesbians. I've got to show him we're not!"
"But you're not going to do anything with him, are you, my darling Katerina?" begged Astrid. "I couldn't stand you're having anything to do with a man!"
"Never mind, baby! For you, I'll do anything...I might even suck his cock, but I won't let him come near my cunt. That will always be reserved for you, baby!"
"You mean you'd suck his cock, his COCK!" whispered Astrid in horror.
Katerina nodded her head and patted Astrid on the shoulder in a friendly fashion. She wasn't going to say anything about her thoughts while sucking Astrid's gorgeous nipples which were like cocks in a way, and she was dying to see if a man's cock in her mouth would give her as much satisfaction as Astrid's nipples. But that's as far as she'd go, even with a handsome man like Raphael! Money, huge amounts of money, was at stake, and she had to allay Raphael's unspoken suspicions.
She turned back to Raphael, smiled warmly and started to take off her clothes. "I might as well try on these frilly things in front of you. That'll give you an idea of my naked body, and you'll see why I can't wear frilly clothes-they just don't suit my unattractive figure."
"Oh, Miss Katerina, there's no need for you to go to such lengths to prove...er..." he stopped short as he saw that Katerina had gotten out of her jacket and skirt and blouse and was attired only in her bra, panties, girdle, and dusky nylon stockings. There was a lot of flesh to her, and in a strange sort of way, it was soft and appealing even though there was a lot of it, all except where it counted the most for him-in the breasts. There, even with a bra covering her breasts, he could see that there was hardly anything worth getting excited about.
Katerina looked at Raphael's pants, and saw that there was absolutely no reaction to his penis, so she turned her back on the servant and whispered to Astrid, "Take your clothes off and pretend to try on some clothes. I want your body to excite Raphael!"
"Should I do that in front of a servant?" asked Astrid in a whisper.
"You've got to-he's not reacting to my body at all!"
"I don't see why not, darling Katerina. I just love your body, and I think it's the most exciting figure in the world!" replied Astrid.
"That's because you've sucked my cunt, and I've given you all my love. But Raphael doesn't think so, and I don't want him to keep suspecting we're lesbians, understand? So do as I tell you, and start getting naked. I want him to get a hard on so that I can suck his cock and then he won't think we're lesbians!"
"All right, Katerina!" said Astrid, starting to remove her clothing quickly.
Katerina turned back to Raphael and took off her bra. See?" she said forlornly as she pointed to her rather meager breasts. "There's hardly enough here to make a good mouthful for any red-blooded man!"
Raphael was constrained by his Latin blood to make a gallant remark, "What your titties lack in size, I am sure they more than make up in flavor!"
Katerina giggled, pretending to be affected by Raphael's suggestive remark. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that Astrid was removing her own bra, and suddenly Raphael's prick responded, not to her titties, but those of Astrid's.
"I must leave," breathed Raphael heavily, his eyes feasting upon the voluptuous breasts of Astrid, who was paying no attention to him. She was merely following Katerina's instructions and was disrobing and taking her time about it. She could sense Raphael's eyes upon her large titties, and she felt debased, just as she had when she learned that Mike had fucked her. But Katerina had told her to undress, and she always did whatever Katerina wanted, that's why they had been lovers for so many years!
"You don't have to leave, Raphael! As I said, nudity in Sweden is common, and we do not let the opposite sex excite us in public!"
"But...but this is not public!" protested Raphael, sweat beading on his forehead as his prick throbbed in response to the glory of Astrid's voluptuous titties. He wanted to rush over and try to stuff both of them into his mouth at the same time, even though he knew he couldn't even get one of the large, satiny breasts into his mouth.
"Oh, don't worry, Raphael, Astrid is just going to try on some of her new clothes. What do you think about me and frilly clothing now that you've seen my figure?"
Raphael tore his eyes away from the tall, voluptuous figure of Astrid, enticing and desirable in her near nudity. He looked at Katerina, who by now had removed all of her clothing and was completely naked. He almost shuddered in disgust. Katerina's body left much to be desired...her chest was almost flat, her hips a little too fat, her thighs too fleshy, her legs too short...but his prick flailed inside his trousers regardless. He attributed it to the sight of the voluptuous Astrid, and in his extreme passion, even Katerina started to look good to him. After all, she was a woman, and he was erect with passion, but what in the name of all that was sexy was he going to do about it?
Katerina, trying to walk as seductively as possible, crossed over to Raphael and put her hand on his erection. He leaped backwards at the touch of her hand, sweat pouring from his forehead.
"What's the matter, Raphael? Isn't my body attractive to you? I told you it wasn't too feminine, but that doesn't mean that I'm not a normal, hot-blooded woman with lusty desires. I'd just love to take out your cock from your pants and suck on it until you came in my mouth!"
Raphael looked at Katerina with glazed eyes. Astrid had just removed the last article of clothing from her magnificent figure, and he had caught a good look at her naked body, from the top of her long blonde hair to the tips of her painted toenails. And everything in between was perfection...a wide, smooth forehead above arched eyebrows, clear, azure-blue eyes, a long straight nose, red-red lips which were full and passionate-looking, a graceful rounded chin which blended gracefully into her neck and white shoulders...then, the great, luscious breasts, with their coral-tipped nipples which stuck out erect and proud...and the smooth, flat belly, with its delicate navel...and then, her blonde tendrils, soft and wispy, set just perfectly above her pink pussy-lips, which he could see as she bent over and picked up a dress. Her long legs were twin columns of symmetry, and the red polish on her toenails gave her a final fiillip which made his hard cock even harder.
He was hypnotized. Completely under the influence of Astrid's great beauty. Not that Katerina's hand didn't feel warm and soft and good on his naked cock as she removed it from his trousers.
"Would you like me to take your big, hard cock in my mouth and lick it and suck it and make you come?" whispered Katerina, sliding her hands up and down the smooth shaft.
"W-w-what?" asked Raphael, still in a daze, although he knew that something urgently wonderful was happening to him. His eyes kept going from Astrid's naked beauty down to the hands which caressed his hard cock.
"I said 'do you want me to suck you off'? " repeated Katerina, who was starting to get a thrill out of the palpitating cock in her hands. It felt almost as good as Astrid's nipple, and it made her want to suck it to see how much difference there was between Astrid's tasty nipple and Raphael's immense prick.
"Y-y-yes, y-yes!" stammered Raphael, still looking at Astrid, who was unconcernedly walking around completely in the nude, examining the wonderful assortment of clothing strewn on the bed.
Raphael was dimly aware that Katerina dropped to her knees in front of him, and in his mind's eye, he could see Astrid doing it. He closed his eyes for a moment, but the image of the naked Astrid was just as clear as when his eyes were opn. Then, he groaned loudly as a warm, hot mouth closed over his cock and started to lick it from the rounded cock-head along the shaft to the very end. His hand involuntarily grabbed Katerina's head and pushed it away from his cock.
"Don't suck so hard," he instructed. "I'm so hot that I'll come right away."
Katerina smiled to herself, and removed her mouth from his cock long enough to look up from her kneeling position and ask, "Does my sucking seem feminine enough to your big, beautiful, monstrous prick, Raphael?"
He looked down at her, her face so close to his red, lipstick covered, throbbing penis, and his eyes saw Astrid's blonde beautiful face, not Katerina's. He sighed emotionally, and pulled her head to his cock again, and breathed heavily. "Oh, darling, darling, you do wonderful things to my hard cock. Put your lovely mouth around its throbbing, and let me feel the heat of your tongue licking away at it. Take my balls in your hands and caress them with love! Make violent love to me, darling!"
Katerina smiled, and returned to her erotic pleasure. Astrid had been forgotten by Katerina for the moment, and she found that Raphael's prick had flavor and an exotic sensation which was just as great as sucking on Astrid's nipple, only there was more cock to relish. She loved the tangy, salty flavor, and her tongue licked away at his shaft, and slid up and down its smoothness, wetting it with her own saliva, and swallowing some of his pre-come. It also had a delicate, exotic flavor which made her shiver with delight. Cock-sucking seemed to come naturally to her, and she decided right then and there that she was going to do more of it from now on, and perhaps even allow Astrid to get in on it. It would be fun if they could get someone like Raphael to share...he seemed big enough for both of them, although Katerina wasn't quite sure whether she should allow Astrid to enjoy the cock-sucking which she was relishing. She would decide that later. Much later. Right now, she fondled the Spaniard-Mexican's balls with her hands, comparing them favorably with the sensation she had always received from Astrid's body. While she was positive that she would never be anything but a lesbian, she thought she might just suck a few cocks along the way to make life more diverting. And just as soon as Astrid married Mike, life certainly would be more easily diverted into more easily accessible channels of lusty and carnal sex.
Astrid, even though she pretended not to notice what Katerina was doing, resented the perverse attitude of her lover. She resented the big cock which was being licked by Katerina's long tongue. She began to want her own cunt to be attended to, and she fought with herself to keep from rushing over to the pair and tearing Katerina away from her kneeling position in front of the handsome Raphael. She could hear the slurping noise his penis made as it was impaled in Katerina's mouth, and even the low moans which her lover was making while her mouth was full of cock! Raphael's moans were equally lascivious and lecherous, and she stole a glance at the pair and saw the rapt expression on both their faces. She almost shrieked with envy and jealousy. The only thing which controlled her was that Katerina had ordered her to not pay any attention. But her nipples were sore from passion, and her pussy was burning with a fire which needed Katerina to put out with her wet and juicy tongue. But that was being used on Raphael's cock. Astrid wondered what it tasted like. Whether it would taste anything like Katerina's pussy? That thought made her tremble even more violently. She tried to keep herself occupied by looking at the beautiful clothes and furs, but she kept stealing glances at the cocksucking of her lover and the gyrations of the handsome Raphael's slim hips.
"Raphael!" shouted Mike from outside the room.
"I'm coming!" replied Raphael. And indeed, he did come, right into Katerina's hot mouth. He jerked his body, and his eyes were rolling violently as his hot, fiery sperms spewed into Katerina's mouth.
"Raphael!! ! " yelled Mike, his voice more loud and more urgent.
'I'm coming! I'm coming!" yelled Raphael as he finished spurting his sperms into the voracious mouth of Katerina. He pushed her head away, mumbling, "I'm sorry, darling, but I'm being called!"
"Come back later, lover!" whispered Katerina from her kneeling position. "Did you like my cock-sucking?"
"Loved it!" replied Raphael, hastily zipping up his fly and taking one last look at the statuesque Astrid, who was still looking through the piles of furs as though the exotic scene hadn't even happened.
Raphael dashed out of the room, and Katerina locked the door after his departure. She turned around and said with satisfaction to Astrid:
"There! That ought to prove to him we're not lesbians!"
"Did you have to enjoy his cock so much! He came right in your mouth!" snapped Astrid.
"Darling baby!" cooed Katerina, rushing over to the naked Astrid and throwing her arms around the girl and kissing her passionately. "You're jealous, aren't you?"
"Yes!" replied Astrid. "You said I was the only love you'd ever want. And now, right in the same room, I have to witness you sucking off some man's prick! Ugh! It must have been awful!"
In spite of the relish with which Katerina had enjoyed the slipping in and out of her mouth of Raphael's large shaft, she made a face and said, "Oh, it was terrible! It didn't taste like your sweet pussy at all! And you know I only sucked him off for you!"
Astrid felt Katerina's hand caressing her throbbing cunt-lips and she shivered with delight, yet there was still some doubt remaining in her mind about Katerina's perverse enjoyment of taking Raphael's big cock into her mouth.
"Make love to me," demanded Astrid, pulling Katerina to the bed, which was covered with furs and clothing. Her statuesque nakedness fell back onto a fur coat which made her flesh feel exquisite.
Katerina, to say the least, was surprised. There was a note of authority in Astrid's voice which had never been there before, and she hesitated as she looked down at the beautiful, bountifully endowed Astrid on the fur coat. Her mouth was still filled with the taste of Raphael's sperms, and the muscles were slightly sore, not being accustomed to sucking cocks.
"I said 'make love to me'! " commanded Astrid, spreading her legs wide so that Katerina could see the pouting pussy-lips, throbbing and palpitating with desire. More than anything else, Katerina wanted to attend to Astrid's lovely pusssy, but she didn't like the note of command which Astrid had adopted.
She frowned, and said petulantly, "I don't think so right this moment, Astrid! My mouth is still sore from sucking Raphael's cock-for your sake!"
Astrid's azure-blue eyes blazed with fire, and the passion in her pussy increased. Now it wasn't so much a matter of desire, but of absolute need, but she wasn't going to let Katerina know! With a dexterous flip of her body, she clamped her legs around Katerina's head and pulled her down onto the fur coat.
"When I say I want my cunt sucked, I mean I want it! Understand?" hissed Astrid, her lovely face contorted into a vicious grimace which was not like her at all. She squeezed Katerina's head hard with her fleshy thighs, like a wrestler with a scissors-hold. "You do understand me, don't you, dear Katerina?"
"Y-y-yes," moaned Katerina, completely surprised by Astrid's brutal tormenting. Her ears were ringing with the pain of Astrid's ample thighs being grated against them, and her cheeks were stinging with muscular distortion.
Astrid sighed with contentment and relaxed her scissors-hold on Katerina for a moment, and leaned back luxuriantly on the fur coat, feeling the sensuousness of the rare fur against her back and buttocks with complete abandon.
Katerina, furious at the savage handling by her usually docile lover, leaped away from Astrid's spread legs, leaving Astrid's pussy pouting and palpitating with no lips to service her. Angrily, she raised her glorious body from the fur coat and demanded:
"I told you that I wanted you to suck my cunt, didn't I?"
"Yes," said Katerina, just as angry as Astrid, "but I don't like the idea of being forced to do it!"
"Forced to do it?" screamed Astrid. She looked around for something to throw at Katerina. Her eyes lit upon an alligator bag with a shoulder strap. Quickly, she ripped off the shoulder strap from the bag, leaving both buckles attached-one at either end. She leaped from the bed with the strap in her hand and swung it viciously at the startled Katerina.
"Oooowwww!" shrieked Katerina, clutching at her dumpy buttocks where the alligator strap had cut deeply into the fatty flesh. "What in hell are you doing?"
Astrid swung the strap again, her voluptuous naked body resembling a Viking warrior in its impressive height and build. The lash hit Katerina across her flat chest, and she removed her hands from her dumpy buttocks and put them across her chest in an attitude of hurt and agony.
"Owwww!" she cried again. "Stop it, Astrid baby!"
"Don't 'baby' me!" shouted Astrid, swinging the strap again and slashing Katerina's short legs.
"Ouch! Ouch!" wailed Katerina, not knowing which part of her hurt body to rub; her legs, her buttocks, or her small breasts. The buckle of the purse strap had tortured every part. Her eyes were pools of pain and surprise. "What is the matter with you, baby? What is wrong?"
Astrid felt the power of domination surge through her voluptuous body, and to her it felt as good as half-hearted licking of her cunt by Katerina. Besides, she had always been the docile partner, the one who did as she was ordered by Katerina. Now, it was her turn to be the domineering one, and she loved the ecstatic feeling it gave her.
"There's nothing wrong, 'baby'! " retorted Astrid sarcastically. "It just gives me a joy to whip you when you fail to service me when I order you!"
"But you've never, never ordered me around before!" wailed the agonized Katerina.
"It's about time you learned to take orders," said the naked Astrid, her whole body shivering delightfully with the sudden surge of power in the strap she held. A perverse delight in whiping her lover swept over her entire being, and she slashed out again with the strap.
"Oooooooh, baby!" moaned Katerina, in agony.
"Don't call me 'baby' again, you hear? I think it's about time that I grew up. You never let me grow up, did you? You wanted to keep me all to yourself, didn't you?"
Katerina's eyes widened with sudden horror as she realized that right in front of her eyes, her beautiful, voluptuous 'baby' was growing up. Tears of frustration welled in her eyes.
"Don't torture me any more, Astrid!" begged the dumpy lesbian.
"I'm only just beginning!" retorted Astrid, thrusting out her breasts in a defiant manner. "All these years of domination by you, and my being faithful to you only, has been very, very selfish of you, Katerina! Just now, you sucked a man's cock and said that it was for my sake that you did it!" She snorted with disbelief. "Do you imagine for one single moment that I believe you!"
Katerina stretched out her arms in a gesture of supplication.
"You've got to believe me, Astrid. You don't think I liked taking that big, brutal cock in my mouth and sucking on it, do you?"
"That remains to be seen. I think I'll try it myself and see what a cock tastes like. I've only known your cunt all these years, and I think it's time for a change!"
"Oooohhhhh, baby!"
The strap slashed across the dumpy buttocks again.
"Don't ever call me baby again!" shrieked the infuriated Astrid. "I've grown up in the last few minutes!"
CHAPTER FOUR
"What the hell kept you so long, Raphael?" demanded Mike as the flushed and self-conscious servant entered his bedroom.
Raphael didn't dare look at his Boss in the eye, and he fidgeted nervously.
"The ladies kept me from coming immediately, sir!" he replied, evasively.
"What are they doing now?" he demanded of his servant.
"I left them trying on their new...furs!" replied Raphael. He had been about to say 'clothes,' but realized just in time that it would sound strange to Mike.
"Did you tell them they had the services of Estralita, your wife, as a maid?" Mike asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I forgot completely to tell them about her," said Raphael, apologetically.
"Well, supposing you go back and tell them," snapped Mike, slightly irritated. "No, never mind," he said, changing his mind, "I'll tell them myself!"
"Yes, sir," said Raphael, stepping aside as the pajama and robe clad Mike went by him to the girl's room.
He knocked on the door, just as Astrid was about to use the strap on Katerina again. Her arm halted in mid-air, and she called out:
"Yes? Who is it?"
"Mike!"
Astrid and Katerina looked at each other's nakedness, and they quickly looked around for something to cover themselves with. They found fur coats and put them on, and Astrid called out: "Come on in, Mike!"
Mike entered the room and one look at the two girls made him burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" demanded Astrid, pulling the mink coat around her body tightly.
"Katerina!" laughed Mike, pointing to the dumpy girl, who was wearing a fur coat which was large enough for the statuesque Astrid. "That fur coat is six miles too big for you, Katerina! And it looks a little silly on you!"
Katerina hung her head in embarrassment. Astrid was about to join with Mike at the ludicrous picture which Katerina made, but a sudden surge of her new-found domination overcame her, and she decided to test it out on Mike.
"It would look silly on you, too, wouldn't it, Mike?" said Astrid coldly.
"Me?" laughed Mike heartily, "in a woman's fur coat? Of course I'd look silly! But I'm not the one who's wearing it!"
Astrid's new-found role of domination was too embryonic for her to know that what she was about to do would have been more fun had she allowed Katerina to stay and witness it, but since she was so inexperienced in sadism, she merely turned to Katerina and ordered her to leave the room.
"I want to be alone with Mike," she said.
Mike grinned lasciviously. He had visions of Astrid's voluptuous body beneath the luxurious sable fur she was wearing, and after the departure of Katerina, he was going to be permitted another feasting of his eyes on her gorgeous figure. And then...
Katerina was on the verge of leaving when Astrid's voice rang out with authority, "And leave that fur coat here!"
Katerina turned and looked at Astrid, amazed.
"But I haven't got anything on underneath!"
"So?" sarcastically replied Astrid. "I'm sure Mike won't be interested in looking at you...not when I'm here!" She let the front of her sable coat open, giving Mike a preview of what he imagined was to follow. He fixed his eyes on her loveliness and his prick began to react. It thrashed around inside his pajamas, and he awkwardly pressed it to quiet it. He didn't look around as the red-welted Katerina slipped out of the fur coat she was wearing, and in complete nakedness, left the room. Mike heard the door close and in one leap he was across the room, trying to embrace Astrid.
She slipped out of his arms dexterously, and warned, "None of that, Mike!"
Mike was puzzled. He turned and pointed at the want us to be alone? Oh, Astrid, I need you so door. "But you sent your friend away. Didn't you much! My prick is getting uncontrollable!"
Astrid pulled the fur coat around her so that all her flesh was covered.
"I just didn't think you'd want to be embarrassed in front of Katerina, Mike!" said Astrid.
"That was thoughtful of you, darling!" breathed Mike, looking at her worshipfully.
"Yes, I think so too!" replied Astrid sweetly. "Now, take off all your clothes!"
"Wow!" yelled Mike enthusiastically. "That's my girl, that's what I want to hear from my future bride!" He started to rip off his robe and pajamas and in no time was completely naked. His erection was the most gigantic one Astrid had ever seen, even in Sweden on the beaches where the muscle boys had tremendous cocks. For a split second, she felt like going over to Mike and kneeling down in front of him just like she had seen Katerina do to Raphael, and taking that beautiful long shaft into her mouth, and finally find out what a cock tasted like. If it was any different tasting than a sweet, tender, juicy cunt? But the feeling passed quickly. Her new-found thrill of domination took over, and she slyly picked up the leather strap she had used on Katerina, and pointed to the fur coat on the floor.
"You put on that fur coat, Mike!" she commanded.
"Me?"
"Yes, you!" ordered Astrid, jiggling the leather strap menacingly in her hand.
Mike was astonished, to say the least. From the fragile, docile, voluptuous blonde Goddess, Astrid had changed rapidly into a domineering, demanding vixen!
"The hell I will!" he stated flatly.
Astrid pretended to pout with disappointment. "I thought you loved me!" she protested.
"Oh, I do, darling! I do!" said Mike, earnestly.
"Then put on the fur coat!" commanded Astrid. "You laughed at my friend when she was wearing it, now I want to see you in it. I think maybe you will look funny wearing it!"
"I know damn well I will!" declared Mike.
"Then put it on! I think you should be punished for laughing at Katerina!"
"Aw, Astrid," protested Mike, holding his stiff penis in his hand and pointing at it with the other in pride. "I'm a man! Men don't put on women's fur coats!"
"Put it on, Mike! Now!" snapped Astrid.
Mike looked at the menacing gesture which Astrid made with the leather strap, and while he wasn't terribly frightened, he didn't want to offend her in any way. And he certainly wanted to do whatever she asked if it pleased her. Reluctantly, he stooped down and picked up the fur coat which Katerina had worn and slipped into it, feeling very foolish.
Astrid took one look at the very masculine Mike, naked under the fur coat, and laughed heartily at his rather silly feminine appearance.
Mike blushed. "I hope you're satisfied!" he muttered, starting to remove the coat.
Quickly, Astrid lashed out with the leather strap and hit Mike with it across his bare shoulders.
"Ouch!" he yelped. "What in hell are you trying to do to me, Astrid?"
"Keep you in line, Mike," Astrid explained.
"That's pretty sadistic, Astrid!" said Mike.
"Yes, I know!" Astrid giggled. She had felt wonderfully dominant when Mike had slipped into the fur coat at her command. And she had felt even better when she saw the red welt the leather strap had raised on Mike's shoulders.
"Well," said Mike, rubbing his shoulder gingerly. "I suppose I deserve that! After raping you and hurting you so much!"
Astrid was quick to pounce upon Mike's explanation of her sadistic gesture. "Yes, you certainly do deserve whipping, and to make you look foolish! A man of your obvious masculinity is hurt more by the ridicule and laughter than physical punishment! Isn't that so, my dear Mike?"
"Yes," agreed Mike. "I can take an awful lot of physical punishment without feeling degraded. But don't ever do anything like this fur coat business to me again, Astrid!"
He started to take off the fur coat, thinking that the incident was settled and he was again master of the situation. But he found out quickly enough that couldn't resist one important quality which Astrid had in abundance.
"Keep it on, Mike!" commanded Astrid, quickly removing her own fur coat and standing majestically naked.
Mike gulped for air as shoe revealed her magnificent figure, her large, soft, satiny breasts thrust out alluringly. Her Viking-like beauty was so overwhelming that Mike hesitated in removing the fur coat. All he could do was to stare at her narrow hips, her full rounded buttocks, her blonde tendrils gently waving above her pink pussy, her thighs which were so symmetrically sculptured, and her long legs spread slightly apart. His prick leaped into the air at the voluptuous sight.
"All...all right, Astrid!" said Mike weakly. "I'll keep the damn fur coat on. You can make me do anything in the world just by letting me look at your naked body! You're the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen. But I've just got to be near you. I need you so much!"
Desire swarmed over Astrid, making her pussy slit pulsate with quick, hot excitement. His humble attitude was so exciting to her, so thrilling, it made her almost want to give in to him. Her body trembled with excitement as she looked at the big prick which had entered her body, the one and only prick ever to do so! For a fleeting moment, she wondered how she would react if its tremendous swollen redness would be inserted between her throbbing cunt lips and plunged all the way up inside her womb?
"How much?" she asked sadistically.
"Oh, darling, don't make me tell you," pleaded Mike, throwing his arms out wide. "You can see how big my prick is and how much it needs your sweet pussy!"
"You can wait three days until we're married, Mike," whispered Astrid.
"Oh, no, I can't!" wailed Mike. "If I can't have you right away this moment, I'll..." he stopped short.
'You'll what, Mike?" hissed Astrid dangerously. "Not rape me again?"
"Oh, no, no!" protested Mike, feeling the effect of the fur coat on his nude body. It was making him sweat profusely, and the fur was tickling and tantalizing every nerve of his body. He wanted to get out of it the worst way. It was sheer torture for him to keep it on any longer!
"Then what did you have in mind?" asked Astrid, sweetly sardonic.
"I only wanted to put my arms around you and ; kiss you!" protested Mike weakly.
Astrid pretended to think for a moment. She looked at his face, which was twisted into a beseeching grimace. The fur coat made him look weak and effeminate, but the huge cock thrust out between the open front was anything but feminine. It was huge, monstrous, gargantuan, and it throbbed and thrashed wildly in its intense desire to get inside her.
She licked her lips nervously. Mike knew where she was looking and he smiled inwardly. Now, he didn't give a damn whether she wanted him to wear a fur coat, or anything which pleased her. She was weakening, but he was wise enough not to press his passion too hard and frighten her. So, he stood there, waiting for her to make up her mind.
Visions of Katerina kneeling down in front of Raphael and sucking his cock kept passing through Astrid's mind, and she was sorely tempted to try Mike's huge prick in her mouth and find out what it tasted like. But, then, her crafty and dominant Swedish mind thought better of it. She would immediately lose her role as the pursued and become the pursuer, and that wasn't in her plans.
"Just kiss me, Mike?" she whispered softly.
"Yes, dear!" replied Mike, his body tense and straining to get at her enticing body.
"One kiss, Mike?" insisted Astrid, knowing full well that if he touched her naked body, he would lose control of himself.
"Just one, darling!" promised Mike.
Astrid held out her arms and Mike rushed into them, his fur coat flying open and when they embraced, their naked bodies were pressed against each other's violently.
Astrid allowed Mike to kiss her passionately, even responding to the pressure of his arms around her waist. But the one thing which made her dizzy was the effect his huge cock had on her cunt!
It slipped between her thighs and rubbed along her pouting cunt-lips sensuously. She felt its smooth hardness caress her throbbing vagina, and her dizziness increased. She felt as though she was going to faint, the thrill of his shaft was so great! It pressed against her clitoris with an urgent palpitation and she sighed with desire. Involuntarily, her arms tightened around his waist, and drew him closer to her naked voluptuousness.
"Darling!" breathed Mike. "I need you so much!"
"Mike!" whispered Astrid, feeling his throbbing cock dangerously near the open cunt-lips.
Mike reached down with his hand and guided his cock toward her hot, moist pussy and was about to plunge it into her when she regained her control and shoved him away from her.
The force of her push was so great that Mike fell down into a sitting position on the floor. "Darling, I didn't mean anything! All I wanted to do was rub my prick along your pussy, your sweet, lovely pussy!"
Astrid glared at the fur-coated, seated Mike, and accused him:
"You were going to rape me again!"
"No, no," he protested. His nerves were afire, tingling sensation after tingling sensation coursed through his body as he looked up at her glorious nudity. He could see the sweet pussy he had tried to enter again, and from his sitting position, it was such a beautiful picture!
"Are you such a sensuous monster that you can't wait three more days for me?" Astrid demanded, her own nerves screaming for some sort of gratification.
"You make me so sensuous, Astrid, darling! You make me feel like fucking you until I die, every second! I can't look at you without wanting to shove my prick into your glorious cunt! Please, please, let me make love to you!"
Mike reached up and grabbed both of Astrid's legs, running his hands up and down the calves sensuously, "feeling their smoothness tingling his fingertips. Astrid looked down at him as he sat on the floor, his fur coat wide open, and his muscles rippling along his body, his immense shaft throbbing and palpitating excitingly, and he pressed his cheek along one of her legs.
She trembled violently at the touch of his face against her thigh, and his hot breath blew along her skin and up to her crotch in a hot wave of passion. It reached her pussy and warmed it with his heat and she could feel the hot air tantalize her cunt. She wondered whether she should let him put his mouth on her pussy, and lick it? For a fleeting moment, she let her hands run through his hair and she pressed his head against her thigh invitingly. Mike trembled violently, feeling her response, and his tongue shot out and tasted the sweet tender meat of her inner thigh, and his hands started to creep up the backs of her legs towards the fleshy large buttocks.
"No, Mike, no!" murmured Astrid, her voice shaking in protest as violently as her body.
"Oh, Astrid, love," cried Mike, blowing his hot breath directly up towards her spread legs at the erotically pouting pussy-lips, knowing that his heated breath would arouse her.
He was right! Astrid moaned with desire and passion, but she knew that if she let Mike suck her cunt, he might have doubts about her normalcy, and there would be no marriage. She again pushed him away, and picked up the leather strap, and waved it at him menacingly.
"You're getting too lustful, Mike!" she said.
"I sure am!" he replied, grinning at her, knowing that she herself had felt lusty at his hot breath blowing on her cunt.
"Are you always going to be so hard and big?" demanded Astrid, pointing with her strap at his thrashing cock.
Mike looked down at himself and then back to
Astrid with pride shining in his eyes. "Yes, you will always make my prick with my desire for you!"
"But you hurt my cunt so much when you raped me!" protested Astrid waving the strap.
"I'm sorry my prick hurt your cunt, darling," protested Mike, reaching out his hands to touch her legs again.
Astrid slapped his hands with the strap, and he yelped and drew them back quickly. The hurt look in his eyes thrilled Astrid.
"Keep your hands to yourself, Mike!" she ordered.
"But, Astrid, darling, protested Mike, "I know you want me to touch you. I could feel you tremble and quiver with desire. Your whole body reacted to my kisses. Your sweet pussy is even now getting moist from your passion!" He pointed at her slit with a shaking finger.
Astrid looked at her pouting pussy, and sure enough, it was obviously gathering moisture and expanding with desire. She was angry that her body would show her emotions so clearly to a man, and she turned sideways so that Mike couldn't look directly into her cunt. But looking at her from the side, Mike could see the lovely contour of her breasts and her flat belly and they were just as exquisitely proportioned as her pussy was. They thrilled his eyes as much as looking at her cunt-lips did! Again, he reached out his hands to touch her body, and Astrid stomped her dainty foot impatiently.
"Mike! You keep your hands to yourself! You'll make me resent you if your hands keep pawing me!"
"Astrid, please!" pleaded Mike.
The begging tone in Mike's voice pleased Astrid's domination-quality and the sight of the feminine fur coat around his manly body also pleased her.
"If you reach your hands for me again, Mike, I'm going to tie them together with this strap!" Astrid threatened, turning towards him again, so that her spread legs showing her fully open pussy-lips were directly opposite his face. His eyes glazed with carnal lust and his lips twitched nervously with an obsession to suck her cunt! His mind didn't register her warning, and he reached out with his hands to part her legs so that he could put his face between her magnificently proportioned thighs and bury his mouth on her moist pussy-lips.
Quickly, deftly, Astrid caught Mike's hands by the wrists and tied them together with the leather strap and before he had a chance to recover from his shock, she had him hog-tied and sitting on the floor, his tongue hanging out, ready to lick her pussy. Instead, he felt stupid and foolish and silly.
"I told you I didn't want you pawing me, Mike!" said Astrid, her anger making her large breasts shake vigorously.
Mike was furious at his predicament, all his masculine, aggressive impulses thwarted by this Viking Goddess who was going to be his bride in three days! His face turned a beet-red, and he struggled awkwardly with his bonds. "Take this damn strap from my wrists!" he shouted at Astrid.
"Oh, Mike! You're angry!" giggled Astrid, shaking her body at him suggestively.
"You're damn right I'm angry-sitting in the nude on the floor in a woman's fur coat which is tickling me half to death, and all tied up with a leather strap so that I can't use my hands on you...Of course, I'm angry!"
Astrid laughed heartily, "Oh, Mike, you look so very handsome when you're angry. I think you even get bigger when you're angry. Just look at that monster and see how its skin is stretched so tight that it must feel as if it would burst any moment!"
"My prick is going to burst, Astrid! This damn fur coat is torturing me. The leather strap is killing me! The sight of you in the nude, with all your glorious beauty right here in front of my eyes for me to feast on, and I can't do a goddamn thing about it. I'm all trussed up like a Christmas turkey!"
"Does the sight of my body excite you, Mike?" teased Astrid, glorying in his torment.
"It is driving me wild," breathed Mike huskily. "Please, Astrid, let me get out of this bondage and fur coat and make love to you. I just can't stand this humiliation and torture any longer!"
"All right, Mike," said Astrid sweetly. "But you take off the fur coat and strap outside my bedroom!"
Mike's mouth dropped open. "You mean I have to leave you while I'm in this condition?"
Astrid bent over Mike and lifted the fur coat, and then proceeded to rub the soft fur along Mike's long shaft. "I mean I don't trust you any more, Mike! You might just be strong enough to rape me again, and that is not what I want!"
Mike's sweaty forehead became more moist as the tantalizing feeling of the fur being tickled along his shaft made his nerves tingle. The short hairs of the fur felt like the end of a pink tongue licking his cock, and a sensation of electricity ran through his gargantuan prick.
"Astrid, if you don't quit rubbing that fur along my prick, I'm going to have an orgasm!" he warned.
"Ooooh, Mike!" giggled Astrid.
"Stop it, please, Astrid!" cried Mike, straining at the leather binding at his wrists. "You're going to tickle me to death!"
"Does it excite you, Mike?" taunted Astrid, slowly sliding the fur along Mike's swelling cock shaft.
Mike strained, the cords of his neck standing out, and the surge of torturous pleasure made him feel the dripping of a pre-come emanating from his tormented cock.
"Oh, Mike," cried Astrid gleefully, noticing the white fluid seeping from his cock-head. "You're weeping from that monstrous hard staff of yours! It has white tears! Does it feel bad, darling?"
"Astrid! Astrid!" moaned Mike, squirming on the floor, digging his heels into the carpet, and trying to wiggle his body away from the torture and torment of Astrid's sadistic tantalizing of his shaft with the fur on the coat. "Please! I can't stand it anymore! Not another moment! It's sheer torture, and I don't think I can control myself another second!"
"You mean that my rubbing this fur along your cock gives you a thrill, Mike?" asked Astrid sardonically, her nude body quivering with the excitement of seeing his sweating and his face twisted in a grimace of agony.
"Yes, yes!" cried Mike.
"You like the feeling of fur on your cock?" insisted Astrid, watching the enormous cock-head thrashing along the fur coat.
"Yes, yes!"
"Better than my cunt?" demanded Astrid.
"No, no, of course not!" replied Mike, his entire nervous system undergoing a torturous tantalizing which made him both excited and tormented. His cock was bulging and throbbing so much that his mind was dizzy with carnal lust. His eyes were glazed, and he knew that if Astrid didn't stop her tickling him with the fur coat he'd have an orgasm right in her face.
His eyes focused on her large breasts, which were hanging away from her body as she leaned over to tickle his cock. He quickly slid his bottom forward on the carpeting and his mouth clamped over one of Astrid's large, erect nipples. His teeth nibbled at it with savage delight.
"Oooooowwwww, Mike!" cried Astrid, surprised by his move. His mouth felt intoxicatingly magnificent on her nipple, and she involuntarily increased the tempo of her rubbing of his cock as his mouth suctioned in more of her breast. Then, she realized what she was doing, and she slapped Mike's face hard, making him open his mouth and his lovely delectable morsel slipped away from his voracious feasting.
"Don't you dare touch me again until after we're married!" she screamed, pushing Mike away from her.
Mike's passion had reached such a high peak that he was having the first upsurge of an orgasm as Astrid took him away from her lovely breast! He couldn't help himself as he looked at her with tormented eyes, and his cock responded to her Viking-like beauty. His blonde Nordic Goddess! His cock spewed hot fiery liquid as he came! He couldn't stop it, even though he was terribly ashamed of his lack of control. His nudity under the feminine fur coat, and his wrists being tied by the leather strap made him tormented and tortured, but still his lust for this blonde beauty was so great that he had an orgasm, sitting on the floor where she had pushed him.
Astrid watched with fascination as the spurts of white sperm shot from his cock-head. It was the first time she had ever seen a man come, and her eyes refused to leave the wonderful, awesome sight of the violent orgasm he was going through. She watched his face as it reflected his intense emotions : his anger, his passion, his lust, his torment, his torture, his barbaric monstrous cock spewing its sperm high into the air onto the carpet.
She thrilled at the sight of the shame and humility which Mike was also undergoing. She knew that he was now so humbled that he would probably do anything she wished.
She felt the power that her body had over this man of international reputation. She knew that he was her slave!
CHAPTER FIVE
Katerina stood outside the door after Astrid had thrown her out completely naked. She looked down at the red welts put there by her lover, and she trembled with rage. Not only at the highhanded way in which Astrid had treated her, but the sadistic torture she had undergone. Something had changed her lovely, docile, demure, but passionate Astrid from a willing partner to a domineering, dominating sadistic bitch!
She bent down and tried to peep through the keyhole to see what Mike and Astrid were doing, but there was a key in the door which prevented her from seeing anything. She straightened her nude body, and looked around the corridor, wondering where to go. She was just about to move away from the door and Raphael came out of Mike's room.
He took one look at her red-welted nakedness, and quickly came to her.
"What is wrong?" he asked with concern.
Katerina jerked a finger in the direction of the room which she had just been ejected from. "Your Boss and my girl friend wanted to be alone!"
Raphael leered, "Well, that's natural!"
Katerina darted a quick look at him. "That's what you think!" she said bitterly.
"I don't understand," said the handsome Raphael, puzzled.
Katerina was about to say that there wouldn't be anything 'natural' between Mike and Astrid, but thought better of it. She suddenly was aware of her bruised nakedness in front of his scrutiny.
"Is there another bedroom I can use?" she asked.
"Lots!" laughed Raphael. "We've got fourteen bedrooms in this house!"
"Right now, all I want is one bedroom. And something to wear. Can you get me some things from somewhere. Everything is in Astrid's room, and Mike Hayes is with her."
Raphael looked at her nakedness, and Katerina, aware of her dumpiness, thought he would laugh at her. Instead, he looked at her with more than interest...there was a gleam of delightful lust in his eyes at her almost flat chest.
He led her into another bedroom, and started to close the door.
"Can't you get me some clothes, Raphael?" asked Katerina.
"Later," he said. "But I think right now we should do a little bit of fucking!"
"Oh, Raphael!" cried Katerina, scared out of her wits. "You don't want to fuck me...I've got such a dumpy, lousy figure. Why, there isn't enough titty on me to satisfy a baby, much less a passionate grown man!"
Raphael leered at her, "That's where you're wrong! My wife, Estralita, has the biggest tits on any woman I've ever seen. And she's only five feet tall!"
"Then why would you want to fuck me?" asked Katerina, with an attempt to hide her fear and revulsion. She didn't want to give away the fact that she was a lesbian, and knew that Raphael would guess if she didn't allow him to fuck her. After all, it hadn't been so bad sucking his cock, but to let him fuck her in the cunt which she had always reserved for women would be absolutely reprehensible to her and her lesbian feelings.
"Because you are so different from Estralita!" replied Raphael.
"How?" timidly asked Katerina, looking around the sumptuous bedroom for something to hide her naked, dumpy body.
"My wife is dark...dark eyes, dark hair, and rosy cheeks. She is very proud of her body, so proud that she is constantly making me admire it. She is always saying to me, 'Raphael, honey, haven't I got the biggest titties in the world?' 'Raphael, darling, isn't my body perfect?' 'Raphael, worship my beautiful figure!'...It's always her perfect body with the big tits that needs all the attention, while she doesn't give a damn for me and my needs!"
Katerina shivered at the description of Estralita. Just the kind of girl who was so different from the tall, statuesque, voluptuous Astrid. And right now, she was so furious at Astrid that she wanted another woman. Crafty thoughts ran through her mind like lightning. It would still be three days to Astrid's marriage, and not until then could she share in the wealth. But, that didn't mean she couldn't have a little fun on the side without Astrid or Mike knowing. And since Raphael and Estralita were both servants, they wouldn't dare tell Mike anything.
She looked at the dark, handsome face of Raphael, then let her eyes slide down his body and she saw that his cock which she had so vigorously sucked such a short time ago in front of Astrid, was again bulging and throbbing.
"Does that prick of yours always get so big and hard?" she asked, pointing at the bulge.
"No, not always," laughed Raphael. "Only when I see something I want very much!"
"But, Raphael," protested Katerina, trying to stave off the impending fucking as long as possible, "my cunt is too small to take such a big rod!"
"Who said anything about fucking you in the cunt?" said Raphael, leering lecherously at Katerina's big hips and buttocks.
Katerina's reaction was instantaneous. Her hands flew to her bottom, and she caressed her buttocks with her hands tenderly.
"You surely don't mean you get your kicks out of...of sodomy?" she asked, wide-eyed.
"Sodomy? What's that?" asked Raphael. "I don't know the word. If it means do I want to fuck you in the ass, then sodomy is what I get my kicks out of, yes!"
Katerina was frightened now, and her face showed it.
"I'll tell your wife!" she threatened.
"Who cares?" said Raphael. "She wouldn't believe you, anyhow! She is so conceited about her own gorgeous body that she is sure that I wouldn't cheat on her!"
"I'll tell Mr. Hayes, and he'll have you fired!" said Katerina in desperation.
"Will you also tell him that you sucked my cock, and that Astrid, his future wife, was naked all the time and watched us while you were doing it?"
Katerina was becoming more and more desperate. Her hands fluttering across her big buttocks in a protective gesture.
Raphael unzipped his fly and reached in and pulled out his rigid staff. "See. my cock still has traces of your lipstick on it! Shall I show that to Mr. Hayes?"
"No, no!" cried Katerina. "Please don't shame me any more, Raphael. I've...I've never been fucked before..." Then, she hurriedly added:
"Not...not in the ass!"
"Ah, then you will love it! I shall be the first to put a big prick in your ass-hole! Oh, that's magnifico! A virgin ass-hole! Oh, that will be so tight and pretty!"
Katerina looked at the huge cock which Raphael was waving at her with her lipstick traces still remaining. "Oooohhhh, Raphael, I fear my tiny hole could never, never take such a monstrous thick staff! It wouldn't be possible!"
Raphael wiggled his prick at her, and leered sadistically.
"You will be surprised to find how big your ass-hole will get when my cock pushes at the entrance!"
"It'll kill me!"
"Do not worry, my little dumpling!" laughed Raphael, his handsome Latin face breaking into a wide grin. "I shall be very careful not to hurt you! I will kiss you first and make it wet with my tongue, and then it will be easier for your tiny ass-hole to take my big thick prick!"
"You mean you're going to suck my ass-hole with your tongue and your mouth?" asked Katerina, starting to tremble. But, this time it wasn't with fear, it was with a shiver of delightful anticipation. She pretended, though, to be still reluctant.
"I...I...I'm not sure," she stammered.
Raphael knew that she was weakening, and he was anxious to drive home his point. "Bend over the bed, dumpling, and I will show you how it is done by a Master!"
Raphael let his pants drop and quickly got out of his shorts and they joined the pants on the floor. He stepped out of them and then looked at
Katerina. She had remained motionless while he got out of his clothes, shivering and trembling with ill-concealed lust.
"Ahhh, dumpling!" Raphael said in a tone of disappointment. "I asked you to bend over the bed!"
"All...all...all right!" said Katerina hesitantly, her eyes glued on the thrashing, monstrous cock which was now freely waving in front of her. She remembered how soft and hard and satiny it felt in her mouth when she had sucked it. Now, she hoped that it would be just as exciting to her ass-hole. But, she was timid about it.
Tenderly, Raphael crossed over to her and took her by the arms and swung her body around and then pushed her arms down on the bed so that her plump buttocks were spread apart for his viewing.
"Ah, beautiful! Lovely! Exquisite!" he raved, looking at her tiny anus. "You have such a little hole! So tight looking! My cock will have much joy inside it!"
Katerina looked over her shoulder, pleadingly. "But you will kiss it with your tongue and mouth first, just so that it won't be so hard to enter, won't you, Raphael?"
"Of course, dumpling, of course! I shall lick your tiny anus with my tongue, and it will feel just like a small penis to you. That will give you an idea of what greater joy it will be when my bigger cock is tenderly and passionately placed inside you! Oh, you will get a wonderful kick out of it! You will be so thrilled by my licking and my fucking you in the ass-hole! You won't be the same woman!"
"Be gentle, Raphael, be tender!" begged Katerina, her bent over body tense with anticipation at the first touch of his tongue on her small anus.
Raphael knelt down and before plunging his face between her very generous buttocks, he reverently placed his hands on her cheeks and spread her fatty buttocks apart so that he could feast his eyes on her puckered brown orifice. He sighed deeply with keen delight and his fingers dug into her fatty buttocks in appreciation.
"It is more beautiful up close, dumpling! It is a lovely tiny hole! I shall delight in feasting my tongue on its dainty flavor! Oh, it is so charming!"
Katerina breathed harder. Raphael used words of beauty to describe her anus, which she had always thought were reserved for the loveliness of a cunt! A shiver of delightful lust went through her body at the thought that the next moment would be the feeling of his long tongue lapping at her anus.
"It has a delicate fragrance which no cunt ever has!" raved Raphael, sliding his fingers closer to her anus.
"Oh, Raphael," sighed Katerina, spreading her short legs farther apart, so that he could see more of her. For once in her life, she was proud of her body. Raphael seemed to be so overwhelmed by the loveliness of her anus and his words were so good for her ego that her libido responded, and she could feel her cunt-lips get larger in moist heat. It began to throb and itch and burn. She hoped that Raphael's tongue wouldn't miss titillating her pussy-lips! She turned her head and stole a glance at Raphael, whose face she could barely see over her shoulder. He was looking at her bottom with a rapt expression of savage lust, his face barbaric and splendid in sheer animal carnality. Her own emotions almost matched his as she waited for the first touch of his tongue on her rectum.
With a cry of rapture, Raphael plunged his face between Katerina's ample buttocks and his tongue flicked wetly over her exposed anus.
"Oooohhhh!" shrieked Katerina, feeling the tongue at her anus probing the tight hole. It gave her an ecstatic shock of discovery! "That feels soooo goooooodddd!" she thrilled.
Raphael's tongue tickled the outer rim of the tiny anus, flicking expertly in and out of the rectum and sliding wetly over her exposed ass-hole, lapping hungrily at the pulsing lips as Katerina felt herself contracting and expanding her anus in tempo with his licking.
"That's so glorious!" cried Katerina, spreading her legs even wider so that Raphael's ravenous tongue probed deeply between her buttocks and thighs, his length flicking her pussy-lips and along the lovely path back to her anus. Her nerves were screaming with joy and tenseness at the tongue-caressing which was giving her lesbian tendencies so much gratification. A tongue at her cunt-lips always had been her most joyous thrill, and now Raphael's expert, pebbred tongue was worshipping at both her orifices!
Raphael's cheeks rubbed against the fleshy in-sides of Katerina's buttocks, his smooth-rough beard giving her an added tingling which was delightfully wanton. She wiggled her plump buttocks, rubbing her anus into his mouth and nose, letting him have the fragrance of rectum as his tongue delved deeper into the tiny orifice, spreading the rim wide and wetting it with his saliva. His tongue penetrated deeper and deeper with each lick, and Katerina began to experience a brand new exotic thrill. It did feel like a penis! She braced her hands on the bed and pushed her buttocks backwards so that more and more of Raphael's tongue could ream her!
"Oh, suck it, Raphael!" cried Katerina, her whole body shaking with such passion that her short legs could hardly hold her up in her bent over position.
"Mmmmmmmm!" responded Raphael, his face buried deep in her ass, his tongue licking, his mouth suctioning so hard that Katerina was fearful that he would suck out her bowels! For a fleeting moment, she felt like letting herself go completely, but then she decided that if he wanted her to, he would force it out of her! His tongue and mouth were more and more ravenous, and she became more and more wanton in her writhing and wriggling of her plump backside. Her inner thighs were held firmly apart by his strong hands, and his laving tongue probed cunt and anus, cunt and anus, finding it delightfully lecherous and wanton at both hot holes.
"OOOhhhhhh!" moaned Katerina, her surging passions coursing through her hot body, "Raphael, you suck like a Master!"
"Mmmmmmmm!" responded Raphael, his face the thought of giving this plump dumpling happiness. He was in seventh heaven himself, his nose buried deep in her anus, sniffing the delightful fragrance which gave him such kicks. The delight which was refused him by Estralita, his wife, who was so selfish that she would only let him suck her titties and her cunt and fuck her in the front, never allowing him to get a little happiness at the rectum, which was his greatest happiness.
He reached down and found his prick, and with a last, lavish slurping tonguing, got up from his knees and stood behind Katerina.
"Now, my little dumpling, I am going to fuck you in the ass!" he said lecherously.
"Go ahead, Raphael! I want your prick up my rectum! If it feels half as good as your tongue, I will faint from sheer delight and happiness!"
"You will find out that my prick is bigger, and longer, and harder and more expert than my tongue, my dumpling!" said Raphael, guiding his huge staff between her buttock cheeks, trying to find the anus which he had just feasted upon.
Katerina could sense that he couldn't find the opening, and she reached between her wide-spread legs and grabbed Raphael's swollen cock in her hand and helped him guide it into her anus.
He groaned as his cock was touched by her hand, and a louder moan escaped his hot lips as the head of his cock touched her anus. She could feel it slide around the wet orifice, tickling her in a tantalizing manner. She felt the hard-soft satiny skin of his shaft and her anus palpitated in anticipation, and she hurriedly backed into his cock. It penetrated her anus, spreading the lips wide.
She screamed out in pain-agony-joy! It hurt like the very devil, but there was a delightful joy to the pain!
"Easy, dumpling!" warned Raphael, grabbing her crotch with his hands to give himself leverage. He found her cunt lips and parted them with his fingers, and at the same time he moved forward cautiously with his huge cock, penetrating deeper into her anus. "Let me do the fucking, dumpling! That way it won't hurt my virgin's ass-hole so much, and you will want me to do it many more times!"
"Oh, yes, yes, yes!" moaned Katerina, feeling his fingers at her hot, wet cunt-lips, probing their sensitivity with expert handling. Why, he was almost as good at caressing her cunt with fingers which were like a woman's! She gave herself up to him completely, abandoning all pretense of resistance which she had hoped would maintain her dignity. She became a savage, barbaric animal.
"Oh, to hell with the hurt!" she cried as she wriggled her ass in complete abandon. "Shove that huge prick up my ass-hole all the way! I want to feel the whole beautiful length of it in my body! Fuck my ass!"
"Easy, dumpling!" warned Raphael, who was concerned with shredding her anus so badly that she would never again want him.
"Easy, hell!" cried Katerina, with an animal-like shriek. "Fuck me! Shove that huge monster all the way in! I want it all!"
Raphael's fingers pulled on Katerina's cunt-lips in a sudden jerk, giving her a sensation which originated in her cunt, and then when his prick was rammed all the way into her ass-hole, the added sensation was overwhelming! It was so glorious that she shrieked with joy!
"Aaaahhhhh, Raphael! That's gorgeous! Fuck me hard. Hurt me! Fuck me in my ass-hole! Oooohhhh, Raphael!"
"RAPHAEL!! ! ! " said a voice.
CHAPTER SIX
Raphael removed his prick from Katerina's ass-hole so fast that she fell onto the bed, her entire nervous system shattered by the sound of the female voice.
"Estralita!" whispered Raphael, looking at his tiny wife standing in the doorway.
Estralita fitted Raphael's description perfectly she was small, but with tremendous breasts which jutted out from her uniform dress. The dress was black and short-skirted, showing off her lovely legs which were clad in dusky nylon. Very high-heeled shoes gave her an added height, but that wasn't why she wore them. She knew that her full, rounded buttocks jiggled enticingly whenever she wore high-heeled shoes, and she loved to be admired by others, whether it was by male or female. Estralita lived only to be worshipped. She was a petite, dark-eyed, voluptuary, and all the fire and temperament which went with her Latin background.
She looked disdainfully at Katerina's figure, which was sprawled dumpily across the bed. A sneer of disapproval for the figure crossed her pretty face.
"Who is the big-assed, dumpy, flat-chested dame you're fucking in the ass-hole, husband of mine?" she asked, quietly, but with eyes which belied her soft musical voice. They were shooting sparks, and her cheeks were flushed with controlled rage.
Raphael's face flushed also, but not from rage; he was embarrassed for Katerina. He bowed, and introduced his wife and Katerina as if they were in a drawing room.
"Estralita, this is Miss Katerina Dantine, friend of Miss Astrid Swanson, who is going to marry Mr. Hayes. Katerina, my wife Estralita!"
Katerina was trying to compose herself. She thought Estralita was one of the most petite, beautiful creatures she had ever seen, and her breasts, even under the uniform dress, were tremendous.
"How do you do, Estralita?" said Katerina, trying to be casual about the fact that this girl's husband had just had his long prick up her ass-hole.
"I do fine," replied Estralita, looking at Katerina with disdain. "But obviously my husband does not think so. I did not know that he had such taste in women!"
"Estralita!" protested Raphael, "Katerina is a guest!"
"She's not my guest!" said Estralita, flaunting her figure at the bewildered Katerina. "I would not have such a flat chested, dumpy woman for a guest of mine!"
"Now, just one moment," said Katerina, "I know my figure is not the best in the world, but..."
"No, it isn't. Mine is the best!" interrupted Estralita, shaking her torso wildly.
Katerina remembered what Raphael had said about his wife's adoration of her own body. "Well, from here it seems you've got a pair of pretty good lee-s, but I'm not sure that your breasts are real! For a tiny girl like you, those titties are awfully big!"
Estralita's eyes blazed with fiery anger. "You do not believe I am all real?"
"No. I don't!" snapped Katerina, thinking that she might just get away with an attack against the girl's best quality.
"Tell her, Raphael. Tell her how big my titties are!" she ordered her husband.
Raphael looked a little foolish, with his cock still thrashing between his legs, just under his shirt, but he craftily understood what Katerina was driving at. "They are the most beautiful titties in the whole world, and they are real!" he assured Katerina, winking slyly at her.
"I can hardly believe that. After all, you're her husband, and you'd be more than-likely to lie about your wife's charms!" said Katerina, sitting up on the bed and letting her legs dangle over the edge. Her heart was pounding fast, but she tried to appear as casual as she could. Who knew what this tiny Latin beauty might be capable of doing after catching her husband with his prick up her ass-hole?
"My husband is not a liar!" violently fumed Estralita, fondling her own breasts proudly.
"Why don't you prove it to Katerina, Estralita?" suggested Raphael with a gesture of pride.
Before Estralita could even protest, Katerina spoke up:
"Oh, she doesn't have to prove anything to me. I think she's exaggerating her voluptuousness!" She tried to appear disinterested, but inwardly, she was dying to see the girl's breasts. After all, she was a lesbian and Raphael was merely another type of thrill, and his cock up her ass wasn't quite what she had in mind for the future gratification of her libido.
"AAeeiii!" ejaculated Estralita wildly. She almost ripped off her uniform to prove her point, and stood in the center of the room, holding her dress and showing Katerina her half-naked body. She still had on her bra, panty-girdle under her panties, but the panties were white and the dark pubic hair could be seen in a dark triangle through the sheer fabric. The cleft of her pussy was also faintly visible, and Katerina's blood raced madly through her veins. At the sight of the tremendous breasts, even though they were still bra-covered, she knew her mouth had to suckle on those tremendous breasts. Slyly, she stood up and stretched her figure in an attitude of laziness, and very casually said:
"You have a perfectly lovely figure, Estralita. Even as mine is unlovely. But I still think those titties are not real!" With that remark, she lazily turned around and lay back down on the bed, stretching out flat on her back and looking up at the ceiling away from the girl.
"They're real!" screamed Estralita. "And they are all mine!"
"That's fine!" said Katerina, not moving her head from her gaze at the ceiling.
"I will show you!" screeched Estralita, losing all control of herself, and putting her hands behind her back to unfasten her bra.
Katerina could hear the sound of the bra snap, and rolled on her stomach, her head away from the girl. She knew that if she took one look at the breasts of Estralita, she would try to ravish the girl right in front of her husband. She had no idea that she could get away with it, so she put temptation away from her.
Estralita dropped the bra onto the floor, and pointed to her immense breasts, which were as big as Astrid's, but on her tiny body, they looked larger; more voluptuous, more appetizing, and more succulent.
Raphael stuck out his chest proudly. After all, this was his wife, and she had the best damn titties in the whole world, even if she wouldn't let him fuck her in the ass!
"Look, Katerina," he said. "Look at my wife's titties. See how real they are! How very beautiful they are! The most lovely in all the world!"
Katerina kept her head away from looking, but her insides were jumping up and down, demanding that she turn her head and look at the tiny gorgeous girl.
"Make her look at me, Raphael! Make her apologize to me for thinking my titties weren't real!" insisted Estralita in a high, shill, demanding voice.
"Please look at her, Katerina," begged Raphael.
For some reason, Katerina knew that if she didn't look, Estralita would come over to the bed. She didn't have to wonder very long because she felt a body bounce onto the bed, and somebody grabbed her by the hair and lifted her head roughly. She found herself looking directly into Estralita's big, gorgeous titties, only an inch away from her eyes. The girl had leaped onto the bed and straddled her head and had jerked her head rudely so that she was forced to look.
"There! See? Are they real?" demanded Estralita, her legs straddling Katerina's head, and her big breasts enticing and appetizingly thrust out for Katerina's inspection.
"They look real," smiled Katerina, catching a fragrant whiff of the dark girl's body-odor. It was exotic, and heavenly.
"Look real?" screamed Estralita. "Here, Raphael, you hold her head up by the hair and I'll show her how real they are!"
Raphael scurried to do as Estralita demanded.
He grabbed the hair carefully and held up Katerina's head so that his wife's hands were free. The moment she was sure that her husband had a good grip on Katerina, Estralita hefted one of her immense breasts with one hand, and with the other, she held Katerina's nose so that she could not breathe. She had to open her mouth to get air, and the moment she did, Estralita shoved the huge breast into Katerina's mouth.
"Now you can taste the realness of my titty!" she stormed wildly. "Are they real?"
Katerina nodded her head, and the action made her tongue ripple along the dark girl's nipple in a tonguing which made Estralita gasp with instant passion. "Oooowwwiiiieee! She's sucking on my titty. See, Raphael, she's sucking my nipple!"
"Yes, dear, I can see! Anyone who wouldn't want to suck your beautiful titty would be crazy!" Raphael said proudly.
Slyly, he loosened his hold on Katerina' hair as he noticed that Estralita was looking down at Katerina sucking on her breast with a passionate wonder.
"You like my titty, Katerina?" cooed Estralita. "You know now that they're the most beautiful in the whole world, don't you?"
Katerina nodded her head again, and her hands slid along the tiny girl's legs, caressing their inner thighs with her expert fingers.
"OOhhhhwwwiiieee! Raphael, she's making me hot with her sucking and tickling! Oh, Raphael, she bites! She's nibbling my titty as if she were a man! She-likes it! See, I told you my breasts were irresistible!"
"Your breasts are very tasty!" agreed Raphael, but his glance was at the plump buttocks of
Katerina's as they pumped up and down in time to her tonguing of the immense breasts of his wife.
He looked at his wife to see her slide down on the bed, putting her head on the pillow, and saw that Katerina slid down with her, still with her voracious mouth suctioning on the erect nipple of Estralita. He slid his hand along his long shaft, its swelling length demanding the satisfaction he hadn't received from Katerina's plump buttocks. He watched Katerina as she deftly slipped off Estralita's panties and started to slide further down the lovely dark body of his wife, and lick her belly. Estralita moaned and sighed with passion and delight at the tantalizing tonguing which was covering her near naked body with such lascivious laving.
"Oh, you're wonderful!" moaned Estralita.
"Mmmmmm!" replied Katerina, putting her hands under the slim girl's buttocks and raising her hips upwards so that she could bury her face in the hot, steaming crotch. At the first touch of her tongue at the cone, Estralita shrieked with pure animal joy.
"Oooooiiiiieee! Magnifico!"
Raphael could stand it no longer. He mounted Katerina's plump body and guided his long prick into the ass-hole he had just left, and felt Katerina spreading her legs willingly and eagerly to take his stiff rod. At the same time, he grabbed both of his wife's titties with his hands and squeezed them lovingly.
"Ooooiiiieee!" moaned Estralita, feeling Katerina's hot tongue licking her cunt and hands caressing her most precious and proud breasts with an insistent squeezing and pinching and caressing.
Raphael guided his big prick back into Katerina's ass-hole, while that dumpy girl was feasting at the cunt of Estralita, and then Raphael plunged his prick home and at the same time started to suck on Estralita's nipple!
"Oooiiieee!" shrieked Estralita, feeling her breasts being sucked and her cunt being laved. She could also sense the probing fingers of Katerina as they parted her buttock cheeks and stole tantalizingly closer to her anus. She contracted her tiny hole, and warned:
"Don't go nearer my rectum!"
Katerina wisely pulled back her hands, but redoubled her sucking of the dark girl's cunt, feasting her mouth deliciously at the fragrant and moist slit. At the same time, she heaved and pumped up and down as Raphael's huge cock rammed its full length in and out of her hurting anus. But it was such a lovely pain, such a sensational agony as the handsome Raphael slid his muscular frame around her back and at the same time feasted his own mouth at the titties of his wife who was moaning and shrieking with lustful abandon.
"Ooooiiiieeee! Such ecstasy! Such a wonderment ! Such sucking I have never had! Oooiiiieee!"
Katerina's mouth sucked in as much of Estralita's cunt-lips as she could into her mouth and tongued the soft flesh tantalizingly, almost driving Estralita out of her mind.
Raphael shoved and ground his staff in and around Katerina's anus, sucking on his Estralita's magnificent titty, pulling on the nipple of the other one with his hand, teasing it, tweaking it, torturing it and then biting it with his even white teeth.
Estralita clamped her legs around Katerina's head, and shouted with pure animal savagery: "Ghhhhh, suck my cunt, you darling! Take my pussy lips into your hot mouth and slide your tongue all along the lovely hot cunt!"
Katerina was almost smothered but this was the kind of smothering she loved. She could hardly breathe, since her nose was buried against the tiny ball of a clitoris which rotated enticingly along the ridge of her nose, all the while her tongue was probing deep into Estralita's hot orifice, tasting the delicate and fragrant woman-odor which became hotter and hotter. Katerina's own cunt was throbbing firy stabs of passion all the while Raphael's huge cock was thrusting itself in and out of her anus. Never had she had so much flame and intense emotion as now! Never had Astrid given her such a lovely feeling of lechery, of wanton abandon. She loved the huge cock rammed up her hole, and then suddenly all three of them shrieked and screamed as they all reached a climax at the same volcanic time!
The bed moved from its position, the violence of the orgasms was so great!
The sperm flower and spurted and Raphael's shot into Katerina's ass-hole, which gave him a perverse intoxication and made his fiery liquid hotter than ever. In turn, the feeling of the hot cunt under her mouth shooting lovely sperm into her mouth made Katerina come onto the bed sheet, which was the only place she could do it! But it was such a lovely come! Her mouth and ass-hole were filled with cunt and cock, and she was satisfied and happy!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Four of the occupied bedrooms in Mike Hayes' estate that night were slept in by an extremely complex and emotional group of five people.
Estralita and Raphael went to bed in their rather large room in the servants' quarters. There was no temperamental jealousy between them about their sharing the body of Katerina. Rather, they were more loving to each other, since they had both been satisfied by the type of perverse love which had resulted in both their orgasms to their mutual satisfaction. Secretly, they both decided that it was a lot of fun, and they would do it more often in the future.
Katerina was wonderfully exalted. She could hardly sleep for thinking about the magnificent cock of Raphael up her ass at the same time she had been feasting at the exotic cunt of Estralita! Together, and at the same time, they had given her an after glow of sensuousness which thrilled her to the very marrow. Her dumpy body had been worshipped as it had never had been before. She wondered what Astrid would think if she knew. She was still peeved with Astrid suddenly becoming so dominating and sadistic. Katerina decided that for the time being, she would keep the wild orgy with Raphael and Estralita to herself, and not let Astrid know about it.
Astrid had fallen asleep, blissfully in her sudden acquisition of dominating power. Her entire psyche had undergone a complete change and she felt wonderfully exhilarated about her position. In just a little more than two more days, she would be Mrs. Mike Hayes, wife of the richest man in the world, or one of the wealthiest! With half of all that money, she could do anything she pleased, and she decided that it pleased her to have a lot of power and domination. It excited her and fed her ego to the point of sensuous arousement and fulfillment. And the furs she had gone to bed on gave her body a further sensuousness which pleased her formerly meek, docile, submissive attitude. All these emotions gave her more effect than a powerful sleeping pill, and she was sound asleep soon after Mike had left the room.
On the other hand, Mike slept fitfully. He thought about his own degradation at the hands of Astrid. He had doubts about his own ability to control any situation. With all the self-analysis which had made him the brilliant financier, he knew that Astrid could wrap him around her little finger. But, God, what a woman! What a statuesque beauty! She would be the rage of the international set after she became his wife. He would buy her furs, jewels, exotic clothing, cars, houses, servants-anything she wanted. After all, if Aristotle could buy Jackie the baubles and yachts and islands, so could he do the same with Astrid!
Mike fell asleep in a happy frame of mind, hoping that Astrid would change her sadistic and domineering qualities after she became his wife.
He was awakened abruptly by the ringing of the telephone. It was his private phone, a number which only his most close associates had, so he knew that whoever was on the other end of the line must have something of vital importance.
Sleepily, he answered the phone.
"Hello, Mr. Hayes, this is John Montague in South Africa," said the voice on the phone.
"Yes, Montague, what is it?"
"I've got inside information about a new diamond find in Rhodesia, and we can buy out the company which owns it for a few million," said Montague.
"How much? And who else knows about the diamond find?" demanded Mike.
"Eighty million. Nobody else knows outside the top company officials. My sister is married to the Chairman of the Board, and that's how I know!"
Mike was wide awake now, and he picked up a pencil and started to write figures on a pad. "Eighty million, eh? Let me see..." he wrote figures rapidly, and then added them up. "Have you got any figures on what we could sell it for-I mean the whole company?"
"Yes, about a hundred and fifty million," replied Montague.
"Then how come we can pick up the company for eighty million?" demanded Mike.
Well, there's a little under-the-table deal which I can arrange for an added ten million," assured Montague.
"With whom?" demanded Mike.
"My sister and her husband," replied Montague.
"Go ahead. You've got my authority," said Mike, making one of his usual quick decisions.
"It's not that simple," said Montague. "You've got to give them the ten million in cash, and you know I don't have authority to get that kind of money on my signature alone."
Mike thought quickly. It wouldn't take him too long to get ten million in cash, but it was going to South Africa from California which bothered him. It was leaving Astrid alone for the time he was gone, and he didn't think he could bear it. The only thing he could do was to find out if he could persuade her to go along with him to South Africa. After all, it was a matter of making seventy million dollars, and that wasn't to be picked up every day in the week, even by him!
"All right, Montague, you talk to your sister and her husband and tell them I'll leave California tomorrow afternoon. It'll take me all morning to get the ten million in cash, but I'll be in South Africa day after tomorrow and we'll finalize the deal!"
"Very well, sir. Looking forward to seeing you."
"Goodbye, Montague. Oh, by the way, I may have my future bride with me when I arrive, so get out the red carpet!" informed Mike.
"Bride?! " exclaimed Montague. "I'm delighted, sir, and hope you are very happy."
"Thanks, and goodbye. Don't forget the red carpet!" said Mike and hung up the phone.
He got out of bed, and was about to go into Astrid's bedroom, but then he thought of the long sable coat she had made him wear. And how much it had pleased her to see him in it. More to again please her, than to affect a feminine garb, he put on the sable coat over his naked body, and knocked on Astrid's door.
Astrid was dreaming about herself as Mrs. Michael Hayes, lording it over her vassals and slaves and serfs, dressed in exotic clothing and wearing jewels all over her body, which she was exhibiting to all her slaves, but not allowing anyone to even touch her. They could only look and worship, and she felt so very superior. Then, her dream was interrupted and she awakened slowly, and heard Mike pounding on the door.
"Astrid, wake up! It's Mike," he said. "Let me in! It's very important!"
Astrid sleepily looked at the clock, and noticed that it was only four o'clock in the morning.
"Oh, go away, Mike! It's so early!" she pouted.
"Honey, let me in. I've got to talk with you. It's about our marriage!" begged Mike, pressing his ear to the door.
"Marriage!" whispered Astrid, half to herself. She leaped out of bed and went to the door and unlocked it. She was naked, but she had no thought about it and was only concerned as to why Mike should want to talk about their marriage at four o'clock in the morning.
She opened the door and stepped aside as Mike entered, dressed in the sable fur coat and nothing underneath.
Mike's eyes devoured Astrid's naked beauty, and his prick responded immediately to her voluptuous statuesque body.
She noticed the immediate reaction and became furious with him.
"Why haven't you learned your lesson yet, Mike?" she demanded, not even attempting to cover her nakedness.
"I've learned, Astrid, honey!" pleaded Mike. "But I must talk with you. I've just received a phone call from South Africa, and I've got to go there for business!"
"Well, go!" said Astrid indifferently.
"I'd like you to go with me," pleaded Mike.
"You've got to be fooling, Mike!" said Astrid, walking over to the bed and sitting down on it.
Mike watched her gorgeous figure as she walked ; her glorious buttocks caressing each other, her straight legs giving her a regal carriage which made her look imperious even naked, even from the rear! His prick throbbed with intense desire, but he fought the emotion with all his restraint.
"But I'll be gone at least three days, said Mike.
"That's ne!" enthused Astrid. "You'll get back just in time for us to be married!"
"But I don't want to be without your company for that long a time, darling!" protested Mike.
"Mike! I'm not going to fly thirteen or fourteen thousand miles to South Africa, and then back here to California inside of three days just because you happen to not want to be without my company! I've flown enough as a hostess, and I'm rather bored with flying such a long distance. Besides, being away from me will make you that much more desirous of me!"
"I couldn't possibly desire you any more than I do right now, Astrid!" protested Mike vehemently. "I'm going out of my mind with need for you."
"That's exactly what I mean, Mike!" said Astrid coolly, crossing her legs and lighting a cigarette. "You get me on a plane over the ocean, and then you'll rape me again!"
"I swear I won't, Astrid!" said Mike. "Why, you know by now what power you have over me. You know I'd do anything in the world for you!"
"Then go to South Africa alone, Mike!"
"I can't, Astrid," said Mike. "I've already told my representative that my future bride was going to be with me! I'll lose face if I appear without you!"
Astrid half-smiled with triumph at his remark. Then she asked caustically:
"Why have you got on that silly feminine sable coat?"
Mike hung his head shame-facedly. "I thought it would please you, Astrid!"
"And you thought that by wearing that silly, stupid coat that I'd go to South Africa with you-before we were married?"
"I had hoped so, darling!" said Mike humbly. "This trip means quite a bit of money to me-and you!"
"How much?" demanded Astrid.
"I stand to profit about seventy or eighty million dollars!" said Mike desperately.
Astrid almost lost her composure. The only time she had even heard the mention of that much money was when the passengers on the airline would be discussing the costs of government. Never had she heard such astronomical figures coming from the lips of a man about personal gain!
"You mean if you went to South Africa for three days, you'd make sev...seventy or eighty...million...million dollars?"
"Yes," said Mike.
"Profit?"
"Yes," said Mike, thinking that she would succumb and he would have the great pleasure of her company for the next three days and still make all those millions.
Astrid gulped, and her hand trembled as she raised the cigarette to her lips and took a deep puff. She exhaled the smoke slowly and it formed an aura of cloudy haze around the fur-coated Mike. She looked at him carefully, his prick extended rigidly between the open coat, and his eyes were pools of pleading brightness. Astrid, in her new-found power, decided that she would test it again on Mike.
"What will happen if I don't go, Mike?"
"Then I won't go, either!" said Mike.
Astrid's eyes opened wide with surprise. "You mean that you'd give up all those millions just for me?"
"Of course," said Mike, earnestly. He knelt down at her feet and timidly touched her legs with his shaking fingers. "I'd give up anything in the world for you, darling! I love you so much!"
"You must to forfeit all that money!" said Astrid, making no move to brush away his probing fingers.
Mike got a little braver, and he rested his palm on her inner thigh, and said breathlessly, "You are the most important thing in my life now! It used to be money, and the power that went with it, but now you've changed my whole life so that all I can think of is you, and being married to you!"
Astrid could feel the hot hand on her inner thigh and she shivered. And for the life of her she didn't know what gave her the shivers. She didn't know whether it was Mike's hand on her bare flesh, or it was the amount of money being discussed, or the power that kind of money brought. But, she did know one thing: she had Mike hooked on her line and from all appearances, she couldn't possibly lose him to anyone.
"You must have an awful lot of money to be able to threaten to give it up!" said Astrid.
"I'm not just threatening, darling...I mean it! If you don't go with me, I won't go!" assured Mike, running his hand along the smooth satiny flesh of Astrid's inner thigh, coming dangerously close to her blonde-hair-crowned pussy where his eyes were staring with utter fascination.
Astrid casually uncrossed her legs, allowing Mike the privilege of looking directly into her lovely cunt. She watched him closely as she saw his eyes gleam and his hand shake violently. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down in his throat, and it was evident that just looking at her fragrant pussy made him ecstatic. She could see his immense prick throb and palpitate with lust, and her sense of power increased. She took another puff of her cigarette, and deliberately blew the smoke into his face.
"Oh, Astrid!" coughed Mike, trying to wave away the smoke with his free hand. "Don't torture me so much!"
"Take your hand away, Mike!" she said quietly.
"Are you coming with me?" he countered, leaving his hand still on her soft thigh.
"I am not going, Mike!" she said with conviction.
"Then neither am I!" asserted Mike.
Astrid looked down at his hand, which was just a scant inch away from her moist, palpitating cunt-lips. She could see the muscles in his hand tense with desire and with sudden and cruel sadism, she took her cigarette and used his hand as an ash tray to put out the burning end.
"Yyyeeeeoooowww!" shrieked Mike, leaping to his feet and clutching his hand in agony. "You burned me!"
"Does it hurt much?' asked Astrid with false sympathy.
"It hurts like hell!" answered Mike, dancing around the room, holding his burned hand painfully, putting it to his lips and wetting it with his saliva to ease the fiery-pain-agony he was undergoing.
"Awwww," soothed Astrid, in mock contriteness, "Mama didn't mean to hurt her little boy!"
Astrid leaned forward, her large breasts bulging beautifully as they swung away from her body, giving them a more enticing and alluring appeal.
"Does my boy want mama to kiss his hurt?" cooed Astrid, reaching for his hand.
Mike held out his hand and for a moment, he felt like a little boy with his mother, and watched her as her luscious red lips gently kissed the back of his hand where he had been burned. Then, his mind returned as he saw her lipstick print covering his burn, the large and glorious breasts swaying gently against her satiny flesh as her body moved back after the kiss.
"I wish you had burned me somewhere else, Astrid!" he said, opening his fur coat meaningfully.
Astrid pretended to be shocked. "You mean that you would even submit to being burned on your cock, just to have me kiss it?"
"I'd do anything, Astrid, and you know it! You know that I love you and I'll do anything you want to have you. Don't torture me any longer. Let me love you before I go completely out of my mind. Let me take off this womanly fur coat and show you what a man I really am!" begged Mike.
Astrid pretended to consider his pleas. She looked deep into his eyes, and noticed how much he reacted just by her looking at him with even the remotest amount of kindness. Then, she looked down and saw how his immense cock was throbbing as he started to remove his sable coat.
"Don't take off that fur coat, Mike!" warned Astrid, shaking her finger at him.
"Astrid, don't torment me any longer! Haven't you punished me enough for raping you? We're going to be married in three-less than that now-and I am going crazy for want of you! Let me get out of this damn fur coat and be naked just like you."
Astrid reached over and picked up one of the fur coats from the bed and slipped into it. "No, Mike, I should not have to tell you again. After we are married, I will be whatever you want. But until then, nothing! Now, I've got on a fur coat, too, so you won't feel that your wearing one is so foolish!"
Mike's eyes started to tear, and moisture gathered at the corners and he looked dangerously close to weeping copiously. "If you're going to continue to tease me-to walk around naked, looking like a Goddess in your voluptuousness, showing me everything you have which is so beautiful and desirable, I might just as well go to South Africa and make some money! I know that I can't stay here and not make the most complete jackass out of myself. Look at me; you've already got me to the point where I can't control my cock. I've come like some damn silly schoolboy, just by looking at you. I'm wearing a woman's fur coat because you find it amusing. The next thing you know, you will have me dressing in panties and bra and maybe even nylon stockings and high heeled shoes like some damn pansy!"
"Would you do that if I wanted you to, Mike?" asked Astrid, looking as though it would be great fun to make him do just that.
"I told you I'd do anything to make you happy!" said Mike in a low voice.
"Even after we're married?" insisted Astrid.
"Anytime!" said Mike, rubbing his burned hand with pain. "But right now is the best time to begin, don't you think so, Astrid, darling?"
"All right, Mike, here are some panties and bra, and some nylon stockings. Put them on!" ordered Astrid.
"That isn't what I mean right now, Astrid!" protested Mike in agonized humbleness.
"Well, that's what I mean! Put them on!" ordered Astrid, throwing the under things at Mike.
Mike looked at the silky garments and the dusky nylons lying in a heap at his feet. Then, his jaw line became firm, and he glared at Astrid with determination.
"Not this time, Astrid!" he said flatly, firmly. "I've taken just as much abuse from you as I'm going to. I love you, and I'll do anything in the world for you, even to putting on these damn women's things, but not when it comes to being ridiculed by you! I'm going to South Africa, and then when I come back, we'll be married and then we'll find out who wears the panties in this house!"
He ripped off his fur coat and stalked out of the room, stark naked as Astrid's laughter rang in his ears.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mike had already left his estate by the time Raphael and Estralita awakened. Raphael found out by going to his Master's bedroom, and seeing that his luggage was gone, and he was returning the tray containing Mike's breakfast to the kitchen when Astrid rang for him.
He carried Mike's tray into Astrid's bedroom, where she was lying on the bed, dressed only in a fur coat again.
"Oh, you brought breakfast?" said Astrid.
"Yes, Mistress!" replied Raphael, bowing politely, and refusing to change expression, even though he could see that Astrid was showing a goodly portion of her voluptuous body under the fur coat.
He set the tray on Astrid's lap, his fingers brushing her flesh, and she was aware that she sent a trembling through him at his touch of her body.
"Are you the only servant in this whole house? Can't I be served my breakfast by a maid?" demanded Astrid.
"Oh, yes, Mistress," replied Raphael quickly. "My wife, Estralita will serve you in the future!"
"Well, send her in here right away!" snapped Astrid.
"Yes, Mistress!" replied Raphael, scurrying to the door and making his exit hastily.
Astrid grinned to herself, and looked at the tray which Raphael had left. Under the silver covers, there was toast on one dish with jellies and marmalade; under another cover, there was ham, bacon, eggs, potatoes; the coffee pot was filled to the brim with hot, freshly brewed coffee. A man's breakfast! The tray must have been intended for Mike!
Annoyed and irritated that she should get a man's breakfast, she leaped out of bed and put the tray onto the table next to the bed. She was about to remove her fur coat and get into the shower and then go downstairs for breakfast of her own, when there was a knock at the door and she called out: "Yes? Who is it?"
"Estralita, Mistress! Your maid!"
"Come in!"
Estralita opened the door and waked into Astrid's bedroom. This was the first time Astrid had seen the diminutive, huge-breasted, dark Latin beauty, and she was stunned by the sight of her.
"I am sorry that stupid husband of mine served you, Mistress. He made a mistake. The tray was for Mr. Hayes, and he's gone already. My husband shouldn't have brought your food in. It is my duty to do that, and not a man's breakfast-particularly for such a beautiful, lovely, gorgeous lady like yourself! You need juice, and cereal, and black coffee. Not a truck driver's kind of breakfast! You have such a beautiful figure that it would be a shame to have any kind of starches to add weight! I will bring you another tray right away, if it is all right with you, Mistress?"
Astrid was speechless at the beauty of Estralita. It was so different from her own statuesque blondeness. Estralita was dark, tiny, and those huge breasts fascinated Astrid. Her mouth watered like a lascivious degenerate at the sight of them. Her pulse quickened and her pussy started to throb with lecherous desire just to get her own lips on those juicy looking breasts.
"Yes, of course it's all right, Estralita," said
Astrid softly. "You take the tray back, but leave me the coffee. Make whatever you think I should have for this beautiful figure of mine, and I'll eat it. Oh, how I'll eat it!" Her eyes were focused on Estralita's big breasts as she said the last sentence and Estralita almost knew instinctively what Astrid meant. She had seen that look in many men's eyes, and quite a few women, too. She had seen it last night in the eyes of the lesbian when she was about to go down on her cunt.
"I hope you will eat what I bring you, Mistress!" said Estralita with a curtsey.
Astrid nodded, and Estralita took the tray out, leaving the coffee for Astrid. Astrid took a cup and poured herself a cup of back coffee and gulped it down, the hot liquid almost burning her throat. Then, almost as though her life depended on it, she ripped off her fur coat and dashed into the bathroom and got under a shower. She used the perfumed soap lavishly, under her arms, all over her own large breasts, and spread her legs to make sure that her pussy and anus were soaped and lathered with the fragrant soap. She shivered under the hot water as she thought that when Estralita would get back with the other breakfast tray, she would try something to get the maid undressed and find out if the titties were really that big.
Estralita was about to say something to her husband when she got to the kitchen with the tray, but some impulse prevented her from saying anything except that she had to fix something for Astrid.
"What you think about her?" asked Raphael. Estralita shrugged her shoulders casually, almost indifferently.
"Oh, she's pretty, if you like blondes-and you'd better not like blondes, if you know what's good for you!" she retorted.
Raphael hurriedly said, "Oh, I didn't mean her looks! I meant her attitude, her manners. Do you think we are going to get along with her when she marries the Boss?"
Estralita thought of the weird look of desire in Astrid's eyes, and said knowingly, "Oh, I'm sure I'll get along with her. Although I do not know what the boss is letting himself in for. I'll let you know later."
"Do you think she-likes to kiss pussies like Katerina?" asked Raphael.
"Aaaeeiii! She was a wild one, that Katerina! Oh, how good she could lick cunt. I can still feel her tongue on my precious pussy. And she treated my titties with the proper respect for their beauty-not at all the way you and your rough and brutal way treat them!"
"You find something wrong with the way I suck on your titties and your sweet pussy?" demanded Raphael.
"You haven't got the right touch, husband of mine! And you could take lessons from Katerina! Aaaeeiii, there's a cunt-lapper! She's terrific!"
Raphael's dark handsome face darkened even more in his fury. But he kept his temper. In spite of his muscles and his strength, for some reason unknown to himself, he was afraid of his tiny wife.
"You could take some lessons from her about taking my prick up your ass, too, wife of mine," mumbled Raphael bravely.
Estralita's tiny body stiffened with anger, "You watch your remarks, or I will deny you any part of my body, understand?"
Raphael hung his head, "Yes, dove!"
Estralita picked up the tray and marched out of the kitchen, and Raphael watched her breasts bounce against her rib-cage as she held the tray against them. He hated himself for his meekness, and he decided that he would follow her and peek in through the keyhole to see what kind of reaction Astrid had to her. Anyhow, he wanted to take another look at that gorgeous voluptuous goddess, who had the body of a Viking. There was he wondered whether her cunt and ass-hole were so much to her; she was such a big, big girl, and as big in proportion to the rest of her. He sighed, feeling that he would never know whether they were or not, but he still was determined to get as many looks at her as he could without being caught by his diminutive wife who would probably kill him dead if she caught him peeping at another woman.
He got into the corridor, just in time to see his wife disappear into Astrid's room with the tray of food. Quickly, he tiptoed to the door and put his eye to the keyhole, and discovered what Katerina had the night before: there was a key which obstructed all view of the room. But he was more knowledgeable of the house, he knew that the door connecting Mike's room and Astrid's room didn't have any key in the lock, so he quickly went to Mike's room and put his eye to the keyhole there.
Not only could he see the entire room, but he could hear every sound from the room. Mike could have had the same opportunity if he had known, but his bed was on the far side of the huge bedroom, and the sound didn't travel that far.
Astrid was completely dry and powdered and was lying on top of the sheets, again clad only in a fur coat which was open from top to bottom, revealing every luscious, enticing, satiny part of her breasts and belly and pussy-hair and her long legs.
"Where does Mistress wish me to put the tray?" asked Estralita.
Astrid looked at the tray which was held next to Estralita's huge breasts, and her head spun with an intoxicating desire to fondle and put her red mouth onto the huge breasts and suckle on them. But since she had always been the submissive partner in her lesbian acts with Katerina, she was at a loss to know where to begin.
"Did you bring me something good to eat?" she asked.
"Aaaaeeeiii, Mistress! I have brought the food which is good for a goddess!" slyly said Estralita, pushing the tray away from her large breasts and putting it onto the bed net to Astrid's half-reclining semi-nudity. Her eyes traveled up and down the voluptuous body, noticing every detail of the beauty exposed to her.
"Mistress has such a gorgeous, lovely...fur coat," said Estralita, suggestively.
"Oh," replied Astrid disappointedly. "I thought.. . I though you were going to say something else!"
Estralita immediately sensed that Astrid had hoped for a compliment about her voluptuous figure, and she hastily added, "Oh, but it would be out of place for a maid to say anything about her Mistress's...er...obvious charms!"
Astrid smiled. This wasn't going to be as hard as she thought it would be. "Forget you are a maid-for the moment-and just tell me what you were going to say as if you were my...friend!"
Estralita returned Astrid's smile, and she looked at Astrid's large breasts enviously. "You have big, beautiful, lovely breasts which I envy! I think your whole body is the most perfect I have ever seen in all my life! You look like a Goddess! A Viking Goddess!"
"A Goddess should have handmaidens, shouldn't she?" craftily asked Astrid.
"Indeed!" enthused Estralita. "I should be happy to be your handmaiden, Mistress!"
"I saw you looking at my...fur," said Astrid bravely. She still felt ill-at-ease in her new role of seductress, but the beauty of the diminutive maid with the huge breasts appealed to her libido to such a great extent that she just had to have the girl. Particularly after all those years with only Katerina's dumpy and unattractive body. It was strange that not until this moment had Katerina's body seemed to be anything except a fountain of love. Now, alongside Estralita's trim figure with the overblown and tremendous titties, Katerina's body suddenly had a revulsion to Astrid.
"I love...fur!" answered Estralita.
"Why don't you take one and try it on?" suggested Astrid.
"Oh, Mistress, could I?" cried Estralita, clasping her hands together in joy. "I love the feeling of fur, the soft silkiness and luxury it gives to my body!"
"Don...don't you think it would make you feel better to try on a fur coat if you weren't wearing your uniform, Estralita?" suggested Astrid boldly.
"Oh, Mistress," cried Estralita, hanging her head in mock shame, "alongside your voluptuous body, I would look ridiculous!"
Astrid felt more and more in command of the situation, and she said, almost sharply now: "Let me be the judge of your body, Estralita! Take off your uniform and put on one of the fur coats!"
"Yes, Mistress!" agreed Estralita happily. She tore off the outer part of her uniform quickly, and Astrid's pulse quickened as she saw the dark skinned beauty being slowly revealed to her gaze.
It was also being shown to Raphael's gaze, and his reaction was quite different from Astrid's.
"I'll kill the bitch if anything happens!" he thought as he watched through the keyhole and saw his wife taking off all her clothes. His eye was on Astrid's half-reclining nudity, and he could see that her pussy was starting to throb visibly and her breath come quicker as his tiny wife showed her huge, lovely, immense breasts. He watched the big titties of Astrid rise and fall with her quickened breathing, and his own cock responded to the lascivious sight of the two naked women. He rubbed his prick through his trousers, trying to make it go down, but it kept snapping back up and palpitating wildly as he looked at his wife put on a fur coat, and feel the texture of its skin with loving hands.
"Oooohhh!" cried Estralita sensuously. "I have always wanted to own a fur coat. This makes me feel so sexy, so sensuous, so filled with passion!"
"It is exciting, isn't it Estralita? Does your body tingle like mine is right now?"
"Oh, yes, yes!" enthused Estralita, making a pirouette, her arms outstretched and the fur coat flying open, showing her lovely tiny body with the huge breasts in all its magnificent glory.
Astrid looked as though she would leap out of bed and devour the maid, but she managed to contain, herself. Instead she half whispered to the maid.
"I wonder if that fur feels like the one I've got on?"
"Shall I rub it along your body and show you, Mistress?" suggested Estralita wickedly grinning.
Raphael almost choked in rage as he saw his tiny wife approach the bed where Astrid was half-reclining. The long sleeves of the fur coat were full and Raphael saw his wife tantalizingly run the sleeve of the fur coat over the exposed breasts of Astrid.
"Oooohhhhhh!" shrieked Astrid at the first touch of the silky fur caressing her breasts, "that's sensational! That gives me goose bumps all over my whole body!"
"You have such glorious breasts, Mistress!" slyly whispered Estralita, concentrating her pressure of the fur on Astrid's nipples. She watched carefully as Astrid slid down to a flat position on the bed, opening her coat wide so that she could receive the full sensation from the tickling sensation of the fur coat.
"Oh, that's delightfully sensuous, Estralita!" cried Astrid in ecstasy. Her legs spread apart, almost as though she expected the maid to tingle her pussy with the fur.
Estralita was quick to notice, even as her husband was noticing through the keyhole, that Astrid's pussy was pouting in passionate desire.
Remembering the thrill she had received at the mouth of Katerina only last night, Estralita was quite willing to be sucked by a woman again, and the voluptuous blonde was moaning and sighing with enough passion to make the maid know that she would enjoy anything that was done to her pussy.
Estralita sat on the edge of the bed, with her hips close to Astrid's face, and ran her sleeve along the spread legs right across the lips of the pouting cunt.
Astrid screamed with the tingling sensation and she kicked her legs into the air in wild abandon.
"Oh, darling, darling Estralita, do it again! That feels so sensational! So glorious!"
Estralita felt herself growing hot by the smell of the fragrance coming from the perfumed body of the blonde voluptuary rolling her lascivious, well-endowed body from side to side, begging for more of the wondrous tickling from the sleeve of the fur coat. Estralita expertly tantalized Astrid's blonde-crowned pink slit by lightly, or so very lightly passing the fur over the blonde pubic hairs and the hot parted cunt-lips.
Astrid moaned passionately, her nerves raw from the great desire which was building up in her at the tingling sensation. She could feel herself burning with an intense flame of lecherous desire for this dark, tiny, big-breasted girl with such an exquisite ability in her hands.
Astrid opened her eyes and saw that the hips of Estralita were slowly and sinuously rolling on the bed, almost as though she were keeping tempo with the sliding of the fur sleeve over her hot, burning cunt-lips.
Then, her eyes traveled a short distance to the glorious, swaying breasts with the coral-ringed nipple, and she was fascinated by the erect dark nipple. Her long fingers reached out and touched the nipples and found them to be erect, hard, and yet soft and feminine. Her mouth trembled as she opened her lips and pulled the dark breasts towards her. Estralita's skin felt so smooth, so satiny, so tingling, and her mouth closed over the erect nipple and she could feel it fill her mouth with fleshy delicacy. Her tongue slithered the length of it, tasting its flavor and she went wild with lasciviousness as she grabbed the tiny body and pulled the girl closer so that she could get more of the breast-flesh into her voracious mouth.
Estralita almost fell off the bed; it gave her such a magnificent feeling to have the red, luscious mouth of the blonde Goddess suck her sensitive nipples with such abandoned desire.
"Oh, oh, Mistress!" she cried.
"Mmmmmm!" answered Astrid, suckling the breast with more intensity, her fingers almost clawing the fleshy portion of the huge breast to enable her to get as much of the titty into her suctioning mouth as possible.
"Ooooiiieee!" cried Estralita in joy. Her dark eyes blazed with fire and she looked down at the blonde beauty at her titty with adoration.
"Oh, Mistress! You are sucking my titties with such beautiful sucks. I love you to kiss my titties, my beautiful titties! It makes me so very hot and horny all over!"
Astrid removed her greedy mouth from the gorgeous nipple long enough to ask breathlessly:
"Are you really horny and hot? Does my mouth and tongue give you happiness?"
"Oh, so much, Mistress!" squealed Estralita joyfully.
"They're beautiful!" breathed Astrid as she resumed her sucking on the voluptuous titty.
Estralita tossed her dark head back and her body luxuriated in the wild sensation which coursed through her hot Latin passion.
Raphael's prick almost burst from his trousers as he peeped through the hole in the door and saw his wife's expression of rapture. He saw her take the silky fur sleeve and caress her Mistress's pussy with it, tantalizing the cunt-lips to such an extent that he could envision himself being stroked by the silky fur piece.
He wondered what the sensation was like? Would the fur make his own cock stand more erect? His prick was getting beyond control, and he took his trembling hand and fumbled at the fly of his trousers and took out his swollen prick and held it in his hand, running the fingers of his other hand along the length of it, imitating the stroking fur sleeve which his wife was using on Astrid's cunt. He saw his wife substitute her fingers for the fur sleeve and run them along the pubic hair and slyly caress the area all around the pouting cunt, but never touching it.
"Oh, feel my pussy, Estralita," begged Astrid.
"You want me to touch you, Mistress?" asked Estralita.
"Oh, yes, yes!" moaned Astrid, spreading her legs apart so that Raphael could almost see the inside of her womb from his vantage point at the keyhole. He stroked his prick with his fingers the same way that his wife was stroking Astrid's cunt, and he found that the light touch he was using was giving him a tremendous surge of nerve-shattering electrical impulses which transmitted their shock throughout his entire system. His cock was red and swollen and palpitating and he grabbed it wildly to keep it from waving around so much! As his hand closed around his immense cock, he saw his wife's tiny fingers spread Astrid's cunt-lips with one hand and tantalizingly run her other hand all around the outer rim of the pretty cunt! His eye grew watery with passion, and he had to remove his eye quickly and put his other eye to the keyhole so that his vision wouldn't blur. By the time he had put his other eye to the keyhole, he saw that his wife's head had disappeared between the blonde Goddess's wide-spread legs and was sucking on her cunt, just as Astrid's blonde hair was waving wildly in the dark cavern of his wife's pussy.
The two women were sucking each other's cunts, and he could hear their moans and gurgles of delight as he saw his wife's dark body squirm in the embrace of the blonde body of Astrid. The dark and the light flesh gave him an eyeful of erotic and lustful satisfaction and he found himself jerking his cock wildly, with vigor and force. His eye feasted at the keyhole, taking in the perverse sight of the two girls committing their lesbian act. And, much to his surprise, instead of being horrified, he found that he was excited to the point of frenzy. He was forced to steady himself by putting one hand on the door, but his prick wouldn't adjust to the removal of the wonderful tickling he had been indulging in. So, he went back to his precarious position and jerked himself off, his eye to the keyhole watching the flailing dark body all mixed up in the wildly moving light body.
He could hear their muffled sighs of lecherous enjoyment, their moans of sheer ecstasy as their tongues slithered across each other's clitorises, their mouths nibbling on the precious, pouting and fleshy cunt-lips until they had the most wild, abandoned orgasms in each other's mouths. The same time he let fly his sperm against the door he could hear the sound of the hot fiery liquid as it splattered on the oak door!
CHAPTER NINE The tall, voluptuous Astrid lay full length on the bed, her breathing short and labored after her violent orgasm. Her breasts heaved on her rib cage with a quick regularity which made their flesh shiver enticingly.
Estralita raised herself from the sweet and moist crotch, licking her lips, savoring the exotic flavor of Astrid's love juice.
"Oh, Mistress, you taste so delicious!" she murmured, looking down at the prone blonde with a glaze to her eyes.
Astrid held out her arms and Estralita slid into them and they kissed each other on the mouth, their tongues tasting' their own sperm which had trickled down its length from the other's pussy. The kiss was soulful and they gently explored each other's bodies with their hands, glorying in the voluptuousness they each found.
"Estralita!" huskily breathed Astrid as they took their lips away from each other. "You are the most exciting tiny package of dynamite I've ever known!"
"Mistress has known many girls before?" asked Estralita, a hint of jealousy in her voice.
Astrid drew herself back and looked directly into the dark girl's eyes as though she had asked a shameful question. "Of course not, Estralita! Only one girl, only Katerina! I've only kissed and made love to Katerina's cunt! I swear it!"
"Oh, Mistress does not have to explain anything to me!" said Estralita. "After all, I am only a servant, and you are my Mistress. You have the right to do what you want!"
Astrid pondered for a moment, then answered softly, "So I do!" Her eyes narrowed as she seemed to realize the wonderful position she was in.
"That's so true, Estralita," said Astrid. "Right now, I think I would like to have breakfast. And I guess the tray you brought with you is cold, so get me another!"
"Yes, Mistress," said Estralita, leaping up quickly, and starting to put her uniform back on.
"Never mind that, dear," said Astrid condescendingly. "Don't put your clothes on. I love your beautiful body, and I like to look at it. Just slip into one of the fur coats so that when you bring my tray back, you can show me your lovely nakedness while I'm eating my breakfast. That would be a lot of fun. You parade around naked while I eat!" She giggled like a schoolgirl.
Estralita smiled and curtsied, her big breasts bobbing up and down enticingly with the effect. She picked up one of the many fur coats which were strewn on the bed and held it up to her body. "Is this one all right for me to wear, Mistress?"
Astrid looked at the mink coat, a dark brown against the dark skin of the Latin girl. The blending of the fur into the complexion of the beauty was enchanting and the fur brought out more of the loveliness of the gently swelling breasts, the flat belly with the dark hair crowning her pink slit, and the short but straight rounded legs. Estralita was a symphony in dark colors, which to Astrid's blonde nature was an absolutely thrilling and erotic sight. She felt that Katerina had cheated her all these years, deprived her of the wonderful soft curves of other girls, the symmetry and perfection of big breasts. Katerina's flat-chestedness had been unexciting, and it was only now that Astrid knew it. She became angry inside, her resentment against Katerina's domination all these years coming to a head.
"On the way to the kitchen, send in Katerina! Tell her no matter what she's doing, to drop it and get in here as fast as she can! Is that understood?"
"Yes, Mistress!" curtsied Estralita, looking like a gorgeous doll in her diminutive nakedness under the expensive mink coat. She picked up the breakfast tray and awkwardly opened the door and closed it after her.
Astrid looked around the room for some sort of weapon of punishment. She didn't want to use the same leather strap from her new bag which she had used on Katerina last ngiht. This time, she wanted something which would be more cruel, more sadistic, more revengeful. Her anger against the deprivations which Katerina had made her go through all these years mounted as she rummaged through the luxurious fittings of the bedroom. She tossed helter-skelter all the lovely gifts which Mike had ordered from New York to be ready when they arrived: the furs, the dresses, the purses, the under-things, the lingerie, the shoes, the...the SHOES! Astrid hurriedly picked up a pair of shoes, and noticed the long heels on them. They started at the bottom with a metal heel, then gracefully curved into a wide arc to the base of the sole. The heel portion must have been at least seven or eight inches long. Astrid put a long finger against the metal of the heel and felt its hard sharpness, and her eyes narrowed with sadistic delight.
Quickly, she crossed over and searched the packages in which the clothing had arrived and found enough cord and ribbon to satisfy her mounting vengeance against Katerina. Hurriedly, she went back to the bed and put the pair of shoes and the cord and ribbon underneath the pillows and lay-down, completely naked, just as Katerina came hurrying into the room.
"What's wrong, baby? Are you ill?" demanded Katerina, hurrying over to the side of the bed and sitting down on the edge. She was dressed in nothing but the two piece airline hostess uniform which she had worn from New York to Bel Aire. Nothing underneath, so that her flat breasts were very evident.
"Not ill in the way you think, Katerina!" snapped Astrid.
"Then what's wrong with my baby?" soothed Katerina, reaching out her hand to touch Astrid's brow to see if she had any fever.
"Take your hands off me!" shouted Astrid fiercely.
Katerina removed her consoling hand from Astrid's forehead as though it had been a hot stove! Her eyes grew wide with fear and apprehension.
"What's wrong? Why are you so angry?" cried Katerina.
"I'm angry for five years of your cheating me out of the things which I could have had if it weren't for you!" accused Astrid, her lovely face contorting into a mask of evil sadism.
"Me?" asked the surprised Katerina, slapping a hand against her flat chest in a gesture of innocence. "What did I do to you that makes you imagine I cheated you?"
Astrid smiled evilly, and her blonde flesh seemed to glow in anticipation of the cruel and sadistic treatment which she had in mind for Katerina.
"Take off that stupid hostess uniform," she snapped forcefully.
"Astrid!" begged Katerina, remembering the vicious beating she had taken the night before. "You've changed so much in the last two days! I don't know what to make of you!"
"You're not going to make anything of me, Katerina! From now on, I'm going to do all the making! I'm going to be the one who tells you what to do! And right now, I want you to take off your clothes. And if you know what's good for you, you'll do it right away!"
Katerina, shaking with fright, stood up and quickly slipped out of her skirt and blouse, revealing her nakedness, her dumpy figure and small breasts. For the first time since she had known Astrid, she seemed to be thoroughly ashamed of her own body, and she tried to cover her cunt with her hands.
Astrid laughed sardonically as she saw what Katerina was trying to hide. She stretched herself luxuriously on the bed, reaching with one hand under the pillow and feeling the shoes and the bondage material she'd hidden, and her smile grew more sadistic.
"You took me as a very young girl and taught me lesbianism, didn't you Katerina?" said Astrid.
"Y-y-yes," stammered Katerina. "B-but you loved it! You loved my sucking your cunt, and kissing your luscious breasts, and swallowing your come when you had those wonderful, lecherous, earth-shaking orgasms you always had!"
"Yes, I did!" admitted Astrid. Then, her face grew more stern. "But you were so dominating, so possessive, so protective of me that I never knew anybody else until Mike Hayes raped me!"
Katerina continued as though she hadn't heard Astrid: "And you always loved to run your tongue up my cunt, and lick all around my pussy-lips.
You got hot, white hot, when your mouth was pressed against my cunt and your tongue went way up into my cunt! And you just were crazy about my hands squeezing and tickling and tantalizing your voluptuous body all over. There was no part of you that you didn't like me to feel and suck with my mouth and tongue! You loved it, just as you loved to feel and suck me!"
"Shutup!" commanded Astrid.
"W-w-what?" replied the surprised Katerina.
"I said 'shutup'! " repeated Astrid, sitting up on the bed, her large, lovely breasts jiggling enticingly with the motion. "You are no longer going to tell me what to do, or how to do it, and you will never again have any hold over me. Just look at that dumpy figure of yours...those flat titties...those big wide hips...that thick mass of hair over your cunt.. . your short fat legs! You're grotesque!"
The tears welled in Katerina's eyes as she listened in horror to the girl she had loved for so many years, criticizing her body, the body she had so freely and lovingly given to her in sexual excitement. She had no words to reply.
Astrid's eyes feasted on the suffering of her former dominating love partner. Her pulse quickened with an excitement which was almost as wonderful a feeling as sex itself. She gloried in the sight of the tears as they streamed down Katerina's plain face, unheeded in her agonizing surprise.
"Y-y-you're cruel, Astrid! You're turning into a cruel girl, and that's not fair to me after all I've done for you!" wailed Katerina trying to wipe away her tears.
"You've done nothing for me except to use my body to satisfy your carnal lust. You took my beautiful body and used it for your own pleasures, and you denied me the excitement and joy and beauty of knowing any body except yours!"
"You mean you want someone else...Mike Hayes?" asked Katerina in amazement.
"No," retorted Astrid, putting a hand under one lovely breast and looking at it with a sort of narcissistic admiration. "But my titties are going to know others besides you...my cunt is going to know more tongues than yours...and my tongue and mouth is going to taste other cunts than your dumpy fleshy fatness!"
"Oooohhhh, Astrid!" wailed Katerina, hiding her face behind her hands in sorrow. "I have never known such cruelty, such sadistic remarks!"
Astrid snorted, "I haven't even started yet! I'm going to show you..."
She was interrupted from finishing her remark by the entrance of Estralita with her second breakfast tray.
Katerina darted a quick look at the door to see who entered, and when she saw the dark, beautiful Estralita, clad only in one of the fur coats, she gasped with sudden understanding. "She's the one!" she cried, pointing her finger at the wide-eyed Estralita. "She's taken you away from me!"
With a shriek of agony, she leaped at the startled maid and slapped her across the face.
"Don't you touch her!" cried Astrid, leaping up from the bed. In her hand, she had the cord and ribbons, and she ran over to Katerina and grabbed her hands and tied them behind her back. Katerina kept screaming and crying that Estralita was a bitch, a whore, a tramp, a pervert!
"Don't let her call you those names, Estralita!" ordered Astrid, making sure that the cord and ribbon which were tied around Katerina's wrists were securely tied. "Slap her face! Hit her! She hit you, so you have my permission to slap her back! As a matter-of-fact, if you want to punch her, go ahead. It will please me!"
Estralita put down the tray, which she had almost dropped when Katerina slapped her, and her fur coat flew open as she brought back one arm and smashed her first into the helpless Katerina's face. Her huge titties bounced and jiggled with the punch, and Astrid was fascinated by the tiny girl's figure holding such a tremendous load on top and still not be top-heavy!
"Ooooowwww!" sobbed Katerina as she could feel the fist almost flatten her nose. The blood rushed in a spurt from her nostrils, and splattered all over the front of her naked body.
"Oh, she's bleeding!" said Estralita, contritely. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hit her so hard!"
"Don't worry, darling!" said Astrid to Estralita with great delight in the sight of Katerina's blood flowing freely from her nose all down her naked, flat chest and belly. "I love the sight of blood, and you hit her again!"
Katerina looked at Astrid in agonized horror. "Please, Astrid, don't let me be hit again! I'm in such terrible pain!"
"I don't care! It pleases me to see you in pain. The more pain you have, the better I like it. Hit her again, Estralita! Hit her harder!" cried Astrid, her entire body shaking with excitement at the sadistic sight of the bleeding Katerina.
"I almost broke my hand on her nose, Mistress!" protested Estralita. "Can't I hit her with something else besides my hands?"
"Have you got a whip in the house?" asked Astrid.
"Mr. Hayes keeps one in his room right next door," said Estralita eagerly.
"Well, get it!" snapped Astrid.
Estralita left quickly and Katerina turned to Astrid with the tears mingling with the blood in a stream running down her face and body.
"Don't torture me any more, Astrid! I love you, and I've always tried to be good to you and for you! Why are you doing this terrible thing to me?"
"Because I like it, that's why! And because you've cheated me for the last time!" shouted Astrid, on the verge of losing her poise. But, not quite.
"You're mad at me for sucking Raphael's cock, aren't you?" whimpered Katerina.
Astrid laughed. "Mad? Hell, no! I know you were suffering the tortures of the damned by having to suck his cock. I thought it was great fun! I might even try it myself one of these days!"
"Astrid!" retorted Katerina painfully. "You're becoming more and more sadistic. Isn't it enough that you are treating me with physical cruelty and punishment? You shouldn't have to add verbal threats! I don't deserve that!"
"You deserve anything I choose to do to you, bitch!" hissed Astrid, her naked body heaving with anger and sadistic turmoil.
"Don't hurt me any more, Astrid, I beg of you!" pleaded Katerina, trying to free her wrists from the cord and ribbon bondage.
"I haven't started yet, darling," replied Astrid sarcastically. "I've got something in store for you which will really hurt, really shame you. And that's what will please me-your hurt and shame! Oh, it will give me such a glorious thrill!"
Katerina fell to her knees, and looked up at the naked, voluptuous body of Astrid. The tear-blood stained face had a bizarre expression as she begged, "Astrid, I beseech you not to do this to me! I'm sorry for all the domination you have undergone through the years from me, but it was done out of love, not hate. Why do you hate me so very much?"
Astrid looked down at the kneeling Katerina, gloating at the blood on her body. "Oh, I don't hate you. I still am rather fond of you, but I want you to know who is the more dominating. I want you to know that I can do anything I want with you, and you will come back to me, crawling on your hands and knees!"
"Astrid, please, please don't hurt me any more!"
Estralita returned with a long, black, wicked looking whip which she held firmly in her hand and saw the kneeling, weeping, bloody Katerina hanging her head in shame. For a moment, her heart went out to the girl, but then she noticed the absolutely lecherous, lascivious carnal expression on Astrid's beautiful face. She suddenly realized that there wasn't only punishment involved here, there was a sadistic sexual connotation. Astrid looked as though she was ready to have an orgasm. Her face was contorted with an agony, an agony which Estralita recognized as the delicious hurtful pre-come agony when the body was at its most tense, ready to spill its love juices in a volcanic eruption!
"Shall I whip her, Mistress?" asked Estralita quietly, making sure the fur coat she was wearing was parted in front to reveal her large enticing breasts and bountiful pubic hair.
Astrid looked from the bloody, tear-stained, kneeling figure of Katerina to the erotically posed Estralita. Her eyes shone with lust and sadistic glee. The lust for the luscious breasts of the dark girl, and the sadism for the kneeling Katerina.
"Have you had any practice?" asked Astrid.
"Oooeeeiii, lots of it, Mistress!" boasted Estralita, rolling her dark eyes gaily. "Every time my Raphael tried to get funny, I punish him in my own way. Sometimes I whip him, sometimes I scratch his face, sometimes I bite his pecker so he can't use it for weeks! Oh, I've had practice, Mistress ! "
"How does your husband try to get funny, Estralita?" asked Astrid, curiously.
"Oh, he loves to push his big prick into my ass-hole. I let him do it once. Just once. He loves it, but I hat it, and now whenever he tries it, I punish him! He can't do anything to me, because he's afraid of me!"
"Afraid of you?" asked Astrid, looking at the tiny dark girl with a glint of humor in her eyes. "Why, he looks as though he could chew you into little pieces!"
"He wouldn't dare!" claimed Estralita proudly. "He does what I tell him, when I tell him, and that's why we get along so well. I'm the boss in my family!"
"That's as it should be," claimed Astrid. "And that's what I intend to do with Mike Hayes when we get married!"
"Good!" said Estralita with satisfaction. "Men can be trained to do as a woman wants, but I'm not too sure that Mr. Hayes is the kind of man you could train!"
"We'll see about that. He's gone for three days, and we'll do a little practicing on Raphael while he's gone. You'll help me, won't you, darling?"
"Of course, Mistress!" said Estralita, almost humbly. "Could I keep this fur coat I've got on?"
Astrid knew she was already being blackmailed, but she didn't care about it. With a wave of her hand, she graciously said, "The fur coat is yours, Estralita! And there'll be more gifts in the future, just so long as you keep doing what I tell you, or as long as you can tell me things to do which will interest me-if you know what I mean?"
"Oh, Mistress, I know what you mean! You love to be cruel and sadistic. It gives your sex organs a big satisfaction, eh?"
"You understand, Estralita, darling!" said Astrid gaily. "Now, let's get to this miserable creature kneeling in front of my glorious body, acting as if the world was coming to an end! Doesn't she look wonderfully and beautifully pained? Isn't it exciting to see her in such a humble position, all tied up; her nose bleeding and weeping such big crocodile tears?" She laughed and Estralita joined in with her.
Estralita impulsively threw off her fur coat onto the floor, and grabbed the handle of the long black whip firmly. Astrid watched her lovely breasts thrust themselves out as the whip was slowly dragged back along the carpet and then whizzed through the air with a sound which was eerie, and then it snapped cruelly across the kneeling Katerina's broad back.
"Oooowwwww! My God, that hurts!" wailed Katerina, trying to crawl on her knees towards the standing Astrid.
Astrid let her get close enough to her body to rest her forehead against her white alabaster thigh for a moment, and then she sadistically reached down and grabbed Katerina's hair and jerked her head back away from her body.
"Keep your face away from my cunt, you bitch!" she screamed.
"Ooohhh, Astrid!" wailed Katerina, the scalp of her head feeling as though it was being torn loose from her body. The whip lash still smarted and stung with pain, and her nose was still bleeding.
"Hit her again with that whip, Estralita!" cried Astrid, clinging barbarically to Katerina's hair.
"No, no! I can't stand the pain!" cried Katerina.
"Whip her!"
Estralita, her nude body glistening with a slight film of moisture brought on by the excitement of the bizarre scene, eagerly drew back the long black whip and slashed it across Katerina's back, almost precisely in the same spot as before. "That's killing me! Please stop her, Astrid, please, please don't let her hurt me any longer!"
"Oooohhhhhh!" shrieked Katerina in pain.
"Hurts bad, does it, Katerina?" devilishly asked Astrid, pulling on Katerina's hair.
"Yes, it's so painful!" replied Katerina in a choking, sobbing voice. She struggled as Astrid pulled on her hair, and was forced to stand up erect so that the hair would not come out by the roots. "Don't, don't, Astrid, darling!"
Astrid slapped Katerina's blood-tear smeared face with her palm and hissed: "Don't you ever call me 'darling' again. Or baby. Or any other endearing terms which you've been so free with in the past! From now on, it's Mistress! Understand! I'm your Mistress! And not the kind of mistress you think. If I were a man I'd be your Master-that's the kind of Mistress I mean-in other words, you are nothing but a Slave to me! And from now on, you're going to do exactly as I tell you, when I tell you, and I don't want one single word of protest from you, or you'll be whipped so hard that the cuts and bruises from the whip will never leave your dumpy body. Understand?"
"Yes," sobbed Katerina.
"Good!" said Astrid with sadistic satisfaction. "Now, put your head on the bed."
"But. . . "
"I said that I wanted you to do as I order. Now, put your head on the bed!" commanded Astrid violently. She jerked on Katerina's hair and forced the pain-ridden girl to put her head on the bed, and then Astrid went behind her and spread her legs so that she was standing so wide, with her hands tied behind her, that she was unable to move.
"She looks grotesque, doesn't she, Estralita?" giggled Astrid evilly looking at the plump buttocks and short legs. Even the anus could be seen palpitating from between the widely spread legs.
"She looks like a plump goose, ready to be stuffed!" laughed Estralita, waving the whip in delight.
"Well, then, let's stuff her!" said Astrid, reaching under the pillow and bringing out the pair of high heeled shoes she had hidden there.
"Don't tell me that you're going to shove those shoes up her ass-hole!" asked Estralita, looking at the anus and then at the spike-heels on the shoes.
"Of course I am! One of these spike heels goes up her ass-hole-the other spike heels goes way, way up into her cunt!" laughed Astrid with an almost maniacal glee.
"Oh, that's going to be more fun than whipping her!" shrieked Estralita, dropping the whip.
Astrid looked at the voluptuous breasts on the tiny dark girl, and her mouth watered with anticipation. She waved one of the shoes at the excited Estralita and warned, "You'd better be careful, darling, or I'll do the same thing to you some day!"
Estralita giggled nervously, and looked at Astrid with wide eyes.
"Oh, you're only joking, Mistress!" she said.
Astrid laughed. "Of course I am. But don't ever forget that I am beginning to be capable of doing just that!"
"I promise you, Mistress," breathed Estralita heavily, "I promise you I will never do anything to deserve any punishment from you-unless you desire to punish me just for the sexual enjoyment you will get from it. After all, Mistress, you can do anything with me that you wish. I am your slave, too!"
"You're a good slave, Estralita!" complimented Astrid.
"You'll regret it, Estralita," moaned Katerina from her awkward, painful position.
Astrid was furious at the remark. She dropped the shoes and picked the whip up and lashed Katerina across the plump buttocks with it and the sound of the leather biting into the flesh was a sickening thud to the pain-racked, bloody girl. She screamed and tried to move away from the next lash, but it hit her across the buttocks in the same place, raising a welt which started to ooze blood.
"You keep still, bitch! Your ass is going to be a bloody mess by the time I'm through with you!" shrieked the lustful, savage, barbaric Astrid, lashing away furiously at Katerina's plump, welted, bloody buttocks.
Estralita felt her nipples growing with the excitement of watching the beating Katerina was getting. She lifted her hands and felt her breasts and they were as delicate and tender to the touch as if she were being aroused sexually. She realized that watching Astrid beat Katerina had a salacious effect on her, and her hand crept towards her slightly open legs and she felt her own pussy. There was a moisture there which always happened when she was being made love to.
"Whip her ass hard, Mistress!" begged Estralita, her eyes glued to the beauty of the statuesque Astrid nailing away with the vicious whip at the bloody ass of Katerina.
"No more! No more!" begged Katerina, her entire body a bloody mass of oozing blood and agonized pain.
"You whip her for a while, Estralita!" said Astrid, handing the dark girl the whip. "I want to shove something inside her that she is just going to love!"
Estralita eagerly took the whip from Astrid, and started to again beat the buttocks of Katerina, despite that girl's tearful begging and pleading to not hurt her aching body any longer. It was easy to see that she was close to passing out, but neither Astrid nor Estralita were going to be swayed by mere tears of entreaty from their joyous task of sadistic erotic delight.
Astrid tore off the spike-heels from the shoes and took the long heels, one in each hand and started towards the prone Katerina.
"Ohhh!" cried Estralita, pausing in her whipping the bloody ass of Katerina. "Are you going to do with those spike heels what I think you are?" she asked gleefully.
Astrid smiled evilly at her, and replied in a excited whisper.
"Yes, do you like the idea?"
"Love it!" cried Estralita. "Let me shove one in her!"
"All right, daring," agreed Astrid. "You shove one up her ass-hole, but I'm reserving the other to shove up her cunt. That's the place I want her to suffer most! I'm going to grind this spike heel with the metal bottom around and around her bloody cunt until she screams and yells and is in such utter pain that she'll do anything, and then-then I'll shove it all the way in!"
Then, at a gesture from Astrid, each girl took a spiked heel in one hand and Katerina's leg in the other and they rammed home the heel. Astrid's was pushed into Katerina's cunt, and Estralita's was pushed into her rectum.
The shrieks and screams of pure torture almost blasted the windows out of the room, but the sound of her pain was like music to both the girls. Each turned the spike heel in their particular hole-Astrid leaned over the prone Katerina.
"How does this big, long spike feel in your delicious cunt, Katerina, baby?
Katerina screamed with the racking pain. "Oh, God, please don't hurt me any longer. Astrid, please, please take that horrible spike out of my pussy! You're ripping my flesh to shreds!"
"Oh, am I, baby?" cooed Astrid sadistically, giving the heel another twist.
"Oh, my God, my God!" screamed Katerina. "Stop torturing me! Stop it!"
"Should I twist my heel in her ass-hole, Mistress?" asked Estralita of Astrid.
"Yes, darling!" said Astrid sweetly to Estralita. "Let her know how it feels to be hurt by the one you love!"
Estralita twisted and plunged the spiked heel all the way up as far as she could reach into Katerina's ass-hole, "Oooohhhhh, God, don't hurt me any more! You're killing me with that spike heel in my ass!" cried Katerina.
"You would maybe prefer to have my Raphael's big cock up your ass?" asked Estralita sadistically.
"Owwwww, don't, don't! I don't want anything up my ass or up my cunt!" shrieked Katerina. "Never again! You two girls are ruining me forever!"
"Oh, I hardly think so!" said Astrid, twisting her heel viciously in Katerina's bloody cunt-hole, almost feeling the metal tip of the heel as it pressed against the vitals of the girl. She loved the sound of the torturing wails of Katerina, loved to see her squirming under the pain of the two heels ground into her most sensitive areas, loved the torment and agony she was sobbingly undergoing. It gave her such a wonderful surge of intensity that she couldn't control herself any longer. She reached over and roughly grabbed one of Estralita's titties and pulled on it. Estralita let out a little yelp of surprise, "Mistress is so wonderful to fondle my titty!" she murmured.
"They're the most beautiful titties I've ever seen in my life!" whispered Astrid.
"Not half so beautiful as yours!" answered Estralita, timidly stretching out her hand and touching one of Astrid's voluptuous, white satiny breasts and running her dark fingers along the luscious curves tantalizingly.
Astrid shivered with delight. The fingers of Estralita on her titty and her sadistic torturing of Katerina were giving her a wild, erotic, barbaric savagery which made her burn with desire. Her cunt was getting hotter and more itching with feverish need as Estralita's tiny fingers tweaked her nipple, pulling it and twisting it gently, just the way she loved it to be handled.
"Oh, Estralita, that's so lovely."
" "Stop it, please, you're torturing me beyond all endurance!" moaned Katerina.
Astrid twisted the heel in Katerina's cunt viciously, "Oooohhhh!" wailed Katerina, both from the hurting spike heels in her rectum and pussy and from the remark which Astrid so cruelly made to her.
Estralita asked coyly, as she too ground the heel she held into Katerina's rectum, "Mistress thinks my body is gorgeous?"
Astrid's glazed eyes roved up and down the tiny figure of the dark girl, coming to rest on the huge, perfectly proportioned breasts which were thrust out proudly under her hand. "Darling, I love your body! I could just eat it all!"
"What is holding my Mistress back?" asked Estralita, dropping her eyes demurely.
"Nothing!" shouted Astrid joyously, giving the heel in Katerina's cunt a final twisting torturous dreadful shove.
"Oooowwwww!" screamed Katerina as she felt the metal tip of the heel tearing her insides.
Estralita did the same in Katerina's rectum, tearing the poor girl in the rear as she let the heel slip from her hand and she and Astrid embraced each other passionately.
Their hands went to each other's breasts, their most prominent points of interest to their libido. Awkwardly, but by falling to the floor under the bent-over Katerina, Astrid and Estralita were able to capture each other's breast in their hot, avid, avaricious mouths and start to suck wildly. Their hands probed each other's bodies, touching every vital part with intense caresses. Moaning and sighing like two savage animals, they kissed and licked each other's bodies as Katerina was forced to watch from her awkward position. She could see the two girls, their tongues pink and moist, slithering over titty and belly and pubic hair. Her view was from between her legs, where she could see the pair of heels; one in her rectum and the other in her cunt-partly sticking out and just below on the floor, the two girls were rolling wildly on the floor, examining each precious and lovely curve and indentation of fleshy erogenous zones. Their tongue found each other tasty and delicious, and soon their legs were spread wide apart, and Katerina moaned with horror as she saw her beloved Astrid plunge her blonde head between the dark girl's thighs and start to suck on the moist cunt. The slurping noise of mouth on cunt was more agonizing to the tied and impaled Katerina than the heels of the shoes. She could hear the moans and sighs of ecstasy from each of the girls and she could see their forms rolling wildly, in complete lustful abandon, all around the carpeted floor. Their legs around each other's bodies, their cunts mashed up against each other's lips, their hands probing, exploring, tweaking, twisting, pinching.
Katerina tried to expel the heels from her cunt and rectum by muscular control, but the pain of the long heels, tipped with the metal was so great that all she could do was to wail, and sob, and cry for help.
Her wails and shrieks of pain were like music to the two girls who were sucking each other's cunts with the savageness of two dogs chewing on a meaty bone.
Even their moans and sighs of perverse pleasure were like the sounds of savage animals snarling over possession of the bone.
Katerina could see that none of Astrid's body was neglected by Estralita...her busy month was at her titties, her belly, her cunt, her inner thighs, her legs, her toes, and even taking the big toe and sucking on it like a penis. Astrid thought it was such a marvelous sensation that she did the same to the dark girl. And Katerina, with the spike heels in her cunt and rectum, had to watch all of this sexual wantonness and lecherous abandon, filled with pain and agony and torment.
Then she saw the two girls back at each other's cunts, licking the lovely fleshy outer rim, and then lingering longingly on the clitoris with their pink tongues. The picture, had Katerina been able to see it in proper perspective, was a beautiful sight. . . the dark skinned girl's body all over the light, blonde Astrid. A pretty and lascivious sight, but the pain and torment dimmed Katerina's eyes and mind from the beauty of the lesbian act.
Then, as though the whole world was suddenly coming to an end, both girls grabbed each other's bodies and started to suction at each cunt with the wild passion of what Katerina knew was pre-come!
She had to watch her beloved Astrid being sucked on the precious cunny by the dark skinned, big-breasted girl. The cunny which she alone had possessed from the time Astrid had first known sex! Her physical pain from the heels in her orifices increased her mental anguish as she saw the girls writhe, their dark and light legs flailing in the air with complete abandon. She could see the dark anus of Estralita, and the lighter anus of Astrid, the dark hair and the blonde hair surrounding each cunt. The pink tongues sliding in and out of pink cunts!
Then, the whole floor shook with the orgasms of the two girls!
Katerina watched as she writhed in excruciating agony, and the blonde voluptuous Astrid came in the dark skinned diminutive Estralita's mouth. She saw the white creamy liquid shoot into the red mouth and Estralita eagerly swallow it, licking her lips so as not to lose a single drop of the pearly fluid.
Astrid was doing the same to Estralita, the same swallowing of the white creamy love juice was trickling down her throat and she could see Astrid's hands tighten on the dark buttocks of Estralita and try to squeeze the sperm out of her cunt and into her red loving mouth.
Katerina, with a last tormented wail of pure agony, fainted.
CHAPTER TEN
It didn't take Mike Hayes very long to regain his self-respect and esteem once he was away from Astrid.
All morning long, in his converting stocks and bonds taken from his safe deposit box, bank officials bowed and scraped to him. He again felt like one of the most powerful men in the world. It didn't take him long to get ten million dollars worth of stocks to convert into money; as a matter-of-fact, it took longer for the bank tellers to count the money!
He made numerous phone calls from one of the bank official's office, and alerted all his various offices around the world to be ready for compiling a report and analysis of the diamond market in their country. And he ordered them to have it done quietly, secretly, so that none of his competitors would get wind of what he was up to.
That accomplished, he got fidgety and nervous waiting for his money to be counted by the tellers. He knew that if he called Astrid, and heard her dulcet voice, even over the telephone, he would melt and not be able to leave her alone for the three days he knew he had to be away in South Africa. He realized that Astrid's firm denial to be his love partner again before their marriage would only make him half wild, as he had already proven. And then there was all that money to be made from the South African deal. Not that he needed money, but money was power and he knew what power could accomplish. Strange, he thought, that with everyone else in the world, he could have power, but with Astrid he was nothing but a foolish, weak-kneed, idiotic masochist! It was a role which he didn't relish, but he loved the voluptuous blonde so much that he was willing to do anything for her.
Then, he suddenly realized that he knew nothing about Astrid. Nothing about her background. Nothing about her tastes. Maybe she would like to have a big wedding? Her family? Did she have one? They certainly would like to be at their daughter's wedding!
He got on the phone again, and called the airline Personnel in Stockholm, where he found out that Astrid didn't have a family. So, Mike in his magnanimous manner, ordered the personnel manager to send over six beautiful Swedish girls who were friends of Astrid's and Katerina's.
He was assured that the girls would be at his estate in Bel-Aire in time for the wedding, and
Then he called the department store where he had already ordered all the things: the furs, the jewelry, the dresses, and the under things, and added an order for complete bridesmaids' outfits for six Swedish girls. When the buyer asked him for their sizes, he informed her that he didn't know, but to send out enough of a variety to fit any sized girl. He wanted six bridesmaids to be dressed alike, and then he added another costume for Katerina. This time, he could almost tell what size she wore. He wanted her to have a slightly different costume, because she was going to be the Maid of Honor. The transaction was completed, and Mike hung up the phone, feeling absolutely wonderful. He knew that Astrid and Katerina would be made happy by his gesture, and this thought made him happy. Just thinking about Astrid and her voluptuousness made him want to either call her on the phone or go back to the house and say goodbye again.
But, after giving it serious thought, Mike realized that if he gave in to making a call to Astrid, he would never be able to leave. And if he went back to the house, he might do something which would make her leave.
So, with a partially heavy, partially light heart, he took his money and got into a limousine to go to the airport where his plane was waiting to take him to South Africa.
The plane left the Los Angeles airport on its first leg to South Africa with Mike the sole passenger-or so he thought. It wasn't until they were flying over Texas that one of the hostesses (as the Scandinavian airlines preferred to call the girls instead of stewardesses) timidly approached him and told him there was somebody aboard. Somebody who was using his private cabin to sleep in. At first, Mike was furious to learn that anyone had dared board his plane and use his cabin, but then he was told by the scared hostess that it was Katerina, and she was in bad condition, all beaten up and could hardly walk.
Mike went to his cabin and entered, and there was Katerina sprawled on his bunk, groaning with pain.
"Katerina!" exclaimed Mike, "what on earth happened to you?"
Katerina looked at him with tear-filled eyes, and burst into a wail of sheer agony, sobbing as though her heart would break.
Mike never had been able to cope with a woman's tears, and he didn't know what to do. But, he took a close look at the plain face of Katerina, all puffed with bruises and blood and tear-stains. His heart went out to the girl and he sat down and held her hand and timidly patted it, trying to be consoling.
"Tell me what happened, Katerina! I thought you were with Astrid? Is..." Then, a horrible thought struck him. "She's all right, isn't she? There's nothing wrong with Astrid, is there?"
Katerina looked through her puffed eyelids at the concerned Mike and laughed hollowly, "Nothing wrong with Astrid? Hah! Everything is wrong with your future bride!"
Mike's face grew more concerned. "Tell me quickly...what has happened?"
"I don't think you'd believe me if I told you the truth!" said Katerina, sobbing.
Mike soothed her by patting her affectionately on the shoulder, noticing that she winced as he touched her. "Supposing you tell me, and let me be the judge of the truth, Katerina."
Katerina stopped sobbing, and took a long, hard, appraising look at Mike. "Are you in love with Astrid?" she demanded.
"Of course, Katerina, of course I'm in love with Astrid. To me, she's the most beautiful girl in the whole world. Hell's bells, I bought this airline just to have a date with her."
"I know that, Mike," sobbed Katerina. "But do you love her because she's beautiful, like a Viking Goddess? Or because she's got the body of a voluptuary? Or because you think she's going to be the most sexy and passionate girl you've ever known?"
Mike was puzzled. "Of course all those things enter into my love for Astrid. They're part of loving. Part of a man's desire for a woman. Her appearance has a great deal to do with love. But all that is beside the point. Astrid strikes me as being a wonderful girl, gracious and warm and while she might be just a little bit dominating, I'll take care of that in due time!"
"Hah! exclaimed Katerina, sitting halferect on the bunk. "That is what you think!"
"What do you mean?" demanded Mike, his face furrowed in a frown of perplexity.
"Astrid has gotten a taste of domination and sadism in the past day or so and shell never let it escape from her system. She's too strong a character, now that she knows she's going to marry you, and get half your money. She feels that she'll own everything she's never even knew she wanted. She's going to be like a child at Christmas who had a lot of old maid aunts and uncles and cousins who give her lots of presents, and she's going to take everything from you, and she won't give you anything in return!"
"I don't believe it!" maintained Mike stoutly. "Astrid is too fine and decent a person to be selfish. Oh, I suppose she is going through a period of domination, but don't you worry about that-when we get married, I'll soon show her who wears the pants in the family! You'll see!"
"No, I won't see, Mike! And that's the sad part of it, because I know what a good girl Astrid really is, and I feel partially responsible for having done this terrible thing to her!"
"What kind of terrible thing did you do to her, Katerina?" asked Mike softly.
Katerina hung her head in shame. "Well, you take a good look at me, Mike. Oh, I don't mean the way my face is all puffed out and filled with tears. I mean it's plain, almost ugly. I was born with a face that no man would look at, and so I turned for love to a woman. Women don't care particularly how another woman looks. Some even like it when their girl friends are homely. Then, that makes them look more beautiful to others." She hesitated.
Mike was aware of the hackles on the back of his neck rising, "Go on, Katerina," urged Mike quietly. "And don't be afraid to hold anything back. I'll understand."
"Thank you, Mike. I'm sure you will. Don't blame Astrid for what she is, it's all my fault. I was the one who made a lesbian out of her!"
Mike gulped, but didn't change his facial expression.
"Well, I'm not exactly a virgin myself, Katerina. And while I've never had a desire to become a homosexual, I don't find the fact that you and Astrid were lovers to be such a shock! After all, we're not living in the dark ages, you know!"
"No, we're not, Mike. And I thank you for your understanding of the situation." replied Katerina, squeezing Mike's hand gratefully, and warmly.
"But that doesn't explain why you're on my plane, looking like do, all bruised and battered, as if you've been tortured and half beaten to death!"
"Astrid and Estralita did it to me!" said Katerina.
"Estralita, too? How does she fit into the picture?" asked Mike, bewildered.
Katerina, for a moment, looked so ashamed of herself that Mike took pity on her and told her that she didn't have to answer any of his questions if she didn't want to.
"But I want to tell you everything, Mike. Just so you'll know what to be aware of between you and Astrid. She's not all bad, but I'm to blame for that. When she was only sixteen years old, her parents died and she came to me as a neighbor for help. I got her a job with the airline and we used to take hotel rooms together. At first, there were always twin beds, so it wasn't too bad for me. I didn't have to suffer so much by having her lie next to me and not touch her. She never did care whether I looked at her voluptuous body or not-she always went around naked, and it drove me mad. I wanted her so much. I wanted to suck on those gorgeous titties of hers, and bite their nipples. Oh, I just wanted to cover her whole body with my mouth and drain her dry of her beauty. You see, I was so plain-looking that no man wanted me, and the few lesbians I'd known were just like myself: homely, dowdy, dumpy, and I think the act of lesbianism to them was better than masturbating. And it did give them some sort of consolation."
"I understand, Katerina. You don't have to tell me any more about yourself. I understand."
"But I want to tell you about Astrid, so that you won't think it's all her fault that she's so cruel and domineering and mean. I want her to be happy!"
"You're a very unselfish girl, Katerina, and I admire you for what you're trying to tell me."
"I need to tell you, Mike, so that you won't blame Astrid," said Katerina breathlessly. "I made her into a lesbian. It was all my fault. And she never knew anybody else sexually until the night you raped her! I'll swear to that!"
"I know, I know!" sighed Mike. "But what made her so domineering all of a sudden? Did she act like that with you?"
"No, never!" answered Katerina. "I think it was because she knew she had you over a barrel-you know, having raped her and taken her virginity-and you were going to be married. Well, you're so rich and important that I guess she felt that she could let her innermost desires loose, and she turned out to be cruel and sadistic and savage and brutal!"
"I know part of that, Katerina. She made me pay in humiliating me, knowing that I'm a proud man!"
"You see, it was just because the knowledge she was going to marry you and acquire all that wealth that she became vicious and primitive. Otherwise, she would have remained a good, gentle girl, shy and demure."
"Oh, I doubt that, Katerina. She's too voluptuously built to continue to remain true to any one person-male or female!"
"No, I refuse to believe that, Mike!" maintained Katerina stoutly. Her expression was one of great concern that Mike believed that Astrid was a good girl, in spite of her being a lesbian. "She was pure to me for five years. We never had any sort of jealousy, or argument about another...girl! It was only after your rape that she let Estralita get near her."
"How did that happen?" asked Mike.
Again, Katerina had to swallow hard and then explain. "Well, Raphael came in while we were nude and trying on the fur coats you had sent to the bedroom, and somehow or other I had a suspicion that he thought we were lesbians and he'd tell you. To prevent him from thinking that, and then telling you,.... I...sucked his cock!"
Mike was startled. "You what?"
Katerina whispered, "I sucked his cock. I'd never had anything to do with a man in my life before that, and to prevent him from thinking we were lesbians, I sucked his cock."
Mike smiled slightly, "Did you like it?"
"What?" asked the startled Katerina.
"I said, 'did you like sucking Raphael's cock?' "
"Y-yes," whispered Katerina. "I even let him come in my mouth, and that tasted so different than Astrid's come!"
"What was Astrid doing all this time?" demanded Mike.
"Oh, she was walking around naked, pretending not to even see what I was doing. I know Raphael wouldn't even get a hard-on if he wasn't looking at Astrid's voluptuous titties and her long legs and rounded buttocks! That's what gave him a hard-on-his looking at her. God only knows he never would have anything to do with me if he hadn't had Astrid's body to look at while I was sucking his cock."
"Well, that's not the most awful thing in the world!" said Mike soothingly.
"No, but then I saw Estralita, his wife, and couldn't resist going down on her gorgeous cunt, and then Raphael shoved his big prick up my ass! That's his big kick-sodomy!"
"The three of you, all at once?" asked Mike.
"Yes," whispered Katerina, "it was glorious. The feeling of Raphael's big cock up my ass, and my mouth sucking on Estralita's lovely titties and cunt! Oh, Mike, I've never known such bliss, even with Astrid! And Astrid is the most voluptuous, fragrant, gorgeous Goddess in the world!"
"There I agree with you!" said Mike heartily.
"Well, she took one look at Estralita's big tits and she wanted them, just like I had! And she got them. For the first time in her life, she had another woman. After she had beaten me and tied me up, she and Estralita tore off the high spiked heels from a pair of shoes and..." She hung her head shamefully.
"Then what, Katerina?" asked Mike gently.
"They each shoved a heel inside me-one of them in my cunt and the other up my ass-hole! And the heels were at least seven inches long, with metal tips!" sobbed Katerina.
Mike shuddered at the picture which Katerina had just drawn. It was indeed a brutal and sadistic incident, and his heart went out to the girl even more. He patted her on the shoulder.
"That was cruel and sadistic, Katerina. No wonder you're in such bad shape. Well, I'll have you taken care of. Stay on the plane while I go to South Africa. Come back with me, and by that time, you will have recovered from all your horrors!"
"Oh, thank you, Mike! You're a real man! A really fine man to do this after all we've done to you! I'll always be grateful!" said Katerina earnestly.
"Oh, forget it, Katerina," said Mike with embarrassment. "I'm going to think about this whole affair as you've told it to me. When I get through thinking about it, maybe you and I can have another talk and I'll let you know what I've decided to do."
"Yes, Mike, and thank you!"
Mike went out into the passenger portion of the plane, and one of the crew got him a drink. He sat down wearily, and looked out of the window, He wanted to get to South Africa, finish his business, and then get back to Bel Aire and finish the business there which he had started.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Raphael answered the bell to the Trade Entrance, and was greeted by a delivery man from the department store with a load of boxes which he said contained Bridesmaids' dresses and lingerie. He signed for them, and took the cumbersome load up to Astrid's bedroom. He kicked on the door for admittance, and waited a moment for permission to enter. There was no sound coming from the bedroom as he put his ear to the door, so he placed the boxes on the floor and opened the door, then picked up the boxes again and pushed open the door and entered Astrid's bedroom.
He almost dropped the boxes in his astonishment. There, lying on top of the bed, both naked as jay birds, were his wife and Astrid in an embrace of love, sound asleep. Their breasts were pressed against each other, their legs intertwined, their arms around the other's body, and both their faces were smeared and smudged with each other's lipstick and dried white semen. Obviously, they had been making love to each other and hadn't even bothered to wash up afterwards.
Raphael put down the boxes onto the floor, and stood looking at the sleeping pair, wondering what in hell he was going to do. Should he go over and slap his wife's luscious bottom and wake her up that way? No, that would only get him into a lot of trouble with her fiery temperament! Should he use their perversity as a tool for his own gain? He wasn't quite sure as to how to proceed. After all, when Astrid married Mike Hayes, she would become his Mistress and would run the house, and from what he analyzed, she would run it with an iron hand. And Raphael was honest with himself; in spite of his handsome masculinity, he was afraid of physical force and violence. He had too many bouts of intimidation with his wife, too many objects thrown at him, too many beatings suffered at her hands whenever he tried to do his favorite sexual act with her-fucking her in the ass! He had accomplished this only partially, just once, and she had never forgiven him for the attempt. Nor had she ever allowed him to do it again. No, he reasoned to himself, the best course for him to follow at this moment would be to tiptoe out of the room and pretend that he had never entered it and seen his wife in Astrid's naked embrace.
Silently, he picked up the boxes and tried to leave the room as unobtrusively as possible. He had succeeded in reaching the door when he clumsily banged the boxes against the door and the two women were awakened.
"What the hell are you doing in here?" screamed Astrid, leaping up from her bed.
"Raphael!" shrieked Estralita, also getting up.
Raphael looked at the two naked women, the tall statuesque blonde with the blazing blue eyes, the lovely big titties and the glorious long legs which led straight to her pink slit. His eyes shifted to his wife, tiny, diminutive, but nevertheless just as perfectly built as the tall blonde, but the darker skin only accentuated her huge breasts with the lovely coral-tipped nipples. But since they were both facing him, he was denied his favorite portion of anatomy-their rounded, full, curvaceous buttocks.
"I-I am just delivering these boxes from the department store, Mistress!" he managed to stammer.
"Why didn't you knock?" demanded Astrid, throwing on a fur coat. "What gives you the insolence to think you can just walk in here when I'm naked and get a peek for yourself at my nakedness?"
"Mistress!" pleaded Raphael, the sweat breaking out on his forehead, "I did knock! But there was no answer!"
"Are you spying on me," demanded Estralita, also donning a fur coat in imitation of Astrid.
"No, of course not! I will go right away!" replied Raphael hastily, turning to leave.
"Just one moment, you!" commanded Astrid.
Raphael froze in his tracks, and slowly turned around to face the angry blonde. "Yes, Mistress?"
"What's in the boxes?" she demanded to know.
"The delivery man said they were bridesmaids' dresses, and other under things to match," informed Raphael.
"Oh? All right, you can go, Raphael," said Astrid, slightly mollified. Then, she had a wicked, weird thought. "No, I've changed my mind! Wait!"
Raphael stood rooted to the spot, not daring to move.
Astrid turned to Estralita and for the first time noticed that her face was smeared, both from sleep, sucking and kissing. "Does my makeup look like yours?" she asked.
Estralita examined Astrid's face, and there was a lovely light of admiration in her eyes. "Oh, Mistress's face is just a teeny, teeny bit in need of makeup, but you are so beautiful that nothing could ever spoil your charm!"
Astrid preened herself at the maid's extravagant compliment, and she leaned over and kissed the girl on the cheek with affection, and at the same time she reached under the fur coat and held the tiny girl by her huge breast and tweaked the nipple devilishly.
"You've got a lot of charm, Estralita! Lots and lots of charm!" said Astrid suggestively.
Estralita giggled and simpered while Raphael burned inside. He was too frightened and scared of both women to say anything about the erotic behavior.
"Don't you think your wife's titties are beautiful?" asked Astrid slyly of Raphael, pinching the tiny girl's titty.
"Y-y-yes, M-mistress!" stuttered Raphael, his face coloring with a combination of anger and fear.
"You're kind of handsome, too, Raphael. Too bad you're not a girl. I could really go for you!" said Astrid. "You have beautiful dark eyes, and your eyelashes are long and silky, just like a girl's. You're a beautiful man!"
"He is pretty, isn't he, Mistress?" agreed Estralita, looking at her husband with a degree of pride.
"Let's see how he would look if he was dressed like a girl!" excitedly enthused Astrid.
"Ooooeeeiii! That would be fun!" agreed Estralita, jumping up and down with glee, making her huge titties bounce on her rib cage enticingly.
"Mistress!! " whispered the shocked Raphael hoarsely, "I am a man, and putting girl's clothes on me won't change that! I have a long prick, not a small cunt!"
"Don't be vulgar with me, Raphael!" snapped Astrid. "I'm well aware of your long prick. I saw Katerina sucking it as though it was some sort of juicy morsel which she enjoyed. I saw you come in her mouth! I saw that brutal, cruel, long prick sliding in and out of her red mouth as if it was some monster going in and out of a cave!" shrieked Astrid with fury.
"But, Mistress, Estralita also loves to suck my prick! She has done it thousands of times, and every time she swallows my come! The only thing my Estralita doesn't like me to do is to fuck her in the ass!" protested Raphael.
"Don't use such vulgar language with me, you slave!" screamed Astrid, coloring with sadistic fury. "I will not stand for any more of your descriptions of fucking or sucking or sodomy with Estralita. You probably forced her to do all those nasty things with you."
"N-no, Mistress, I didn't. My wife loved my prick in her cunt, in her mouth, everywhere except in her ass-hole! Didn't you, dear Estralita?"
Estralita looked from Raphael to Astrid. This was a delicate situation, and she was aware of the consequences which her answer might bring. After all, if she played along with Astrid, she would probably wind up with a lot of money. And there was something about Astrid which made her more passionate than she had ever been with Raphael. Her cunt lapping and breast sucking were out of this world, and there were thrills to being made love to by the voluptuous Astrid which she had never managed to achieve with her husband.
"Well, Estralita?" demanded Astrid, "haven't you got any answer for your cruel and barbaric husband?"
"Yes, Mistress, I have!" said Estralita firmly. She sneered as she looked Raphael squarely in the eye. "You have always been so sure that your big prick was giving me satisfaction. You were always positive that your crude hands and sharp teeth were making my titties happy, but the only thing you did to me was revolt me."
"But, Estralita..."
"You heard what your wife said, slave!" snapped Astrid. "So you are not the man you thought you were! I think you'd do a lot better dressed as a girl!"
"M-m-mistress..." pleaded Raphael.
"Let's tie him up, darling!" suggested Astrid, making a rush at Raphael and putting her arms around him to keep him from running out of the room.
Raphael was overpowered by the strength of Astrid and try as he would, he couldn't escape from the powerful bear hug which Astrid had on him. Estralita, with laughing glee, picked up the same cord and ribbon which had tied Katerina before and she went behind her husband and tied his hands and feet securely.
Astrid loosened her hold on the trembling Raphael, and stepped around to make sure his bonds were on tight enough. "You did a good job of tying him up, darling! Almost as though you had a lot of practice!"
"I'm happy that you approve, Mistress!" said Estralita, smiling seductively at Astrid.
Astrid started to open the boxes and pulled out dresses, garter belts, stockings, panties, bras, corsages...everything which a bridesmaid would wear. She held some of them up to Raphael to see how they would look on him, and finally selected a frilly, beribboned, lacy light blue dress which was utterly feminine.
'This one is simply exquisite. He'd look like a doll in it, don't you think so, Estralita?" she asked the girl, holding the dress against the perspiring Raphael.
"It would look simply divine! He'd look so cute!" enthused Estralita gaily.
"Let's take a shower first, and then dress him up!" suggested Astrid. Sure that Estralita would comply, she removed her fur coat and started for the bathroom. Sure enough, the dark girl followed her example, and Raphael saw the two girls as they went to the bathroom.
He broke out into a greater flow of perspiration as he watched the provocative swishing of their buttock cheeks, the tall statuesque blonde with the bigger rumps, her light skin such a vivid contrast to the darker skin of his wife. Buttocks were his great delight and he almost felt compensated for having been tied up by the delightful sight of the dark and light buttocks going towards the bathroom. He heaved a mighty sigh as they disappeared. He hopped on his bound feet to the bathroom door as it was closed and put his ear against it, hoping to listen to what the two girls were saying, but the only sounds he heard were the running water and the shrieks of the two girls as they obviously got under the shower together. Then, there were giggles of a certain sound, which he knew meant that they were probably soaping each other's titties and cunnies, and laughing about it like a pair of schoolgirls.
He just didn't know what to do about his bondage, and he was fearful that if he tried to escape, he would not only lose his wife, but also his job. And he didn't want to lose either one. So, with an effort, he hopped back to his original position, just in time to be greeted by the reappearance of the two girls. They had not dried their bodies from their shower, and their skin was glistening with an enchanting glow, and he weakly licked his lips, hoping that he would be permitted to enjoy some part of the sadistic ritual which he knew was going to follow.
Just thinking about it, made his prick throb quietly, and the beginning of a hard on started to surge through him. He tried to think of other things so as to make his passions quiet, but the sight of the two naked girls, their flesh so tantalizingly beautiful, he could only visualize his throbbing prick being first in Astrid's light colored buttocks and then having his prick sucked by his wife, and then to upend her and fuck her in the ass, and make her scream for a lot more of the same!
But his imaginings were rudely shattered by Astrid's sadistic remark:
"Let's cut off his suit and put on the dress. We'll keep him tied up so he can't resist us. Oh, this is going to be such fun!"
"Yes, Mistress!" agreed Estralita, her sadistic smile matching Astrid's.
Raphael watched his wife's buttocks swish provocatively against each other as she went to the dresser and picked up a pair of scissors and holding them wickedly in her hand, she came back to stand in front of him.
"Shall we cut off only his clothing?" she asked Astrid suggestively, pointing with the scissors to his throbbing penis.
Astrid laughed heartily. "You've got a wonderful imagination, Estralita! Do you think if we cut off his prick, it would hurt him a great deal?"
"A very great deal, Mistress! We would cut off his manhood and then the dress would be proper attire for him!" giggled Estralita.
"Y-y-you w-wouldn't?" huskily breathed Raphael, the sweat pouring down from his forehead and interfering with his eyes.
Astrid grinned wickedly, sadistically. "We'll see what sort of lovely, barbaric acts we can perform on you, Raphael. I think we'll just keep you in suspense for a while as to whether or not we are going to cut off your prick! That monstrous cock which you have probably shoved into lots of poor, defenseless girls who would rather have been made love to by a beautiful loving mouth of a woman!" She gestured with her fingers to Estralita, "Cut off his clothing now, darling!"
"Yes, Mistress!" replied Estralita gleefully, her big titties shaking against her shining body violently as she bent over and started to cut Raphael's trouser leg. She could feel his entire body trembling with fear, and she looked up at him to see that he was taking it all with his eyes closed. "Are you afraid, my darling husband? Afraid that we will let the scissors slip and cut off your long, hard cock?"
"Y-y-yes!" quaked Raphael.
"Good!" said Astrid, her eyes glued on the fear and horror which was crossing Raphael's face. She delighted in his torment, and her own pulse quickened at the sight of his suffering. "Cut faster, Estralita! Cut faster!" she ordered, anxious to get Raphael out of his manly clothing and into the feminine dress and under things which would humiliate him so much. She was practicing for her marriage to Mike Hayes now. She wasn't seeing Raphael so much as she was imagining Mike. Mike
Hayes, the international financier, the international figure of a real he-man! He'd learn about suffering and humiliation and torture just as soon as they were married, and now she was gaining experience! She was getting so excited about the situation that her pussy started to throb, and she realized more fully that sadism was a great part of her nature, and that it made her passionate to the point of frenzy.
"Hurrryyyyy!" she commanded Estralita, who was cutting frantically away at Raphael's jacket and shirt.
Estralita's body shook violently with the sadistic pleasure she also was gaining from the trussed-up, frightened Raphael, and she made the scissors fly in her hand. This was something new to her, and she was enjoying it so tremendously that she could hardly control herself from screaming and shrieking with lecherous joy.
She had almost finished cutting away all of Raphael's clothing, but Astrid just couldn't wait, her anxiety to see Raphael humiliated and tormented was too great for her to bear any longer. With a shriek, she clutched the remnants of clothing in her hands and tore them from his trembling body with a violence which almost toppled him from his standing position onto the floor. Only because she grabbed his naked body was he prevented from falling. The feeling of her big breasts pressed against his chest was such a delightful experience for Raphael that he almost forgot for a moment that he was trussed hand and foot like a Christmas turkey. He rubbed his chest sideways across Astrid's erect nipples, sending tiny shocks of electricity down her body, and she looked deep into his dark eyes with a puzzled expression, almost as though she couldn't believe that he had any effect on her libido whatsoever, which wasn't true. He had affected her. He had made her aware that he was a man, and she was a woman, and that the feeling he had created by his rubbing his chest along her titties made her thrill to the very marrow. But, instead of being pleased about it, she reacted violently. She drew back, and slapped Raphael as hard as she could across his perspiring face.
"How dare you rub against me? You monster! You MAN!" she trilled loudly.
Estralita leaped to her feet, and looked at Raphael with bitter jealousy in her eyes. "Don't you dare do that to my Mistress again, you hear?" she demanded.
Raphael tried lamely to make an excuse, "I-I was only off my balance! I-I didn't try to rub your voluptuous and glorious and perfect titties, Mistress! Please believe me!"
"Oh, you men are all liars! All you were trying to do was to get a cheap thrill by touching my breasts!" warned Astrid. "If I want you to touch my titties, I'll let you know, understand?"
Raphael nodded his head quickly.
"And if I want to do anything else, I'll do it. But, don't you dare touch me unless I want you to!" added Astrid.
"I-I understand, Mistress!" whined Raphael. The last vestige of his manhood was gone, particularly since Estralita was standing directly in front of .him, the pair of scissors dangerously close to his penis. My God, he thought, what if she would cut off his pecker in a fit of temper? He decided that he'd do anything at all that the two girls wanted to do to him, and not complain one tiny bit.
"Let's put makeup on his face first, Estralita!" said Astrid. "Get lipstick and rouge and eye shadow and eyeliner and maybe even some false eyelashes. It's for sure that we're going to need falsies to make him look like a her! What'll we use?"
"Oh, we can stuff cotton in one of the bras, and that'll make him look as though he had breasts. Not as big and beautiful as ours, but titties they'll look like when I get through!"
The two sadistic girls busied themselves with making up Raphael to their satisfaction. One put on lipstick, the other put on rouge. Then the other cosmetics were applied until Astrid was satisfied with the result. She stepped back and giggled happily. She got a hand mirror and held it up to Raphael and ordered him to look at himself and see how very pretty he was.
Raphael looked at himself in the mirror and was horrified. The girls had done such a perfect job on him, that he was absolutely gorgeous! He looked so feminine with his dark eyes and dark hair and all the heavy makeup. His mouth was covered with red, red lipstick and he grinned weakly at Astrid and murmured:
"I-I guess I look effeminate!" he said.
"No," corrected Astrid sadistically, "you look feminine. My, you look so pretty. Almost good enough to eat alive! Doesn't he, Estralita?"
"Yes, if you say so, Mistress," agreed Estralita.
"Show me how you used to suck his cock, darling!" suggested Astrid slyly, knowing that by this time she had won Estralita over to her lesbian ways.
"Oh, Mistress, I'd rather suck your beautiful titties or your fragrant cunnie!" protested Estralita.
Without any warning whatsoever, Astrid's hand slashed out and hit Estralita a hard blow across the face, sending her staggering across the room.
"You do as I tell you, Estralita! Don't tell me what you want to do, understand?"
Estralita groveled at the feet of Astrid, tears streaming down her pretty dark face. "Oh, Mistress, I will do whatever you wish. Anything! Just please don't be angry with me!"
Astrid smiled and said pseudo-sweetly, "I'm not angry with you, Estralita! I just want you to do whatever I wish, and right now I wish for you to take that monstrous big cock of Raphael's in your pretty red mouth and suck it! I want to watch you and him making perverse love! That will make you appreciate my cunt more than anything else that I can think of...you're having to suck a man's cock when you'd rather suck my cunt! Now, don't you think it's terribly clever of me to set such an example for you, my darling?"
"Oh, Mistress, it is clever! I will suck his cock, just to show you how much I hate it! Then, I beg of you to let me suck your cunt to show you how much I love you!"
"We shall see what a good job you do of making Raphael suffer, darling!" said Astrid sadistically. "I don't want him to come-that would be too good for him. I want you to get him all excited and so hot and bothered, but don't suck his cock enough to let him come in your mouth, understand?"
"Yes, yes, Mistress! I see what you are doing!" enthused Estralita. "You want him to suffer so much by not being able to come, and that will please you-and me!"
"That's it, Estralita!" agreed Astrid. Then, she noticed that Raphael's eyes were almost making love to her voluptuous nakedness and she hurriedly threw on a fur coat, covering up her big titties and her smooth, satiny belly and her pouting, trembling pussy.
As soon as she had done this, Raphael's erection went limp, and when Estralita knelt in front of him to take his cock into her mouth, she complained to Astrid that he was soft and it would take her a long time to get it back to rigidity.
"Well, take as long as it needs to suck him big again, darling!" enthused Astrid, sitting down so that she could relax her body and get a better and closer view of Estralita's lovely mouth opening wide and taking in Raphael's limp cock. Estralita's tongue licked the limp shaft furiously, trying to excite her husband into an erection, but some perverse stubbornness in him prevented his cock from becoming erect.
Astrid saw that Estralita's body was trembling and shaking with desire, and that her passions were mounting rapidly, but that was the only thing mounting...Raphael's cock refused to obey the persuasions of both the pressure and sensuousness of her huge titties being rubbed against its limp wetness, and the tantalizing tickling of her long pink tongue. All Estralita was doing was caressing her own breasts into a nipple erection of magnificent proportions, which she slid up and down the sides of her husband's crotch. Still, his soft cock refused to grow so that she could put it into her mouth and suck on it and torment him into nearly coming.
The pretty picture Estralita made with her own lovely body gracefully arched on her knees, her head pressed against the dark hair on Raphael's lower body, trying to lick her pink tongue along a prick which refused to harden made Astrid savage and barbaric and primitive in her desire to see the cock swell and disappear and reappear in the mouth of the kneeling girl.
"You'd better get that prick hard, Raphael!" she threatened.
"I cannot, Mistress! You have made me too feminine with all your rouges and lipstick, and I feel nothing erotically exciting about my own wife sucking my prick!" protested Raphael. Then, he added with a slyness which he hoped wouldn't be observed by Astrid. "Not even you, my Mistress, could make a man out of me!"
"What in hell do you mean by that crack?" demanded Astrid, falling right into Raphael's trap without realizing it.
"You have painted me into something I am not, Mistress! So my manly cock refuses to obey! I am willing to get my cock hard so that you may have the pleasure of watching my wife suck it, but I do not think that even you could make my prick get an erection!"
Astrid rose furiously. She glared at Raphael, and shouted: "You are baiting me, slave! You are trying to have me suck your cock, aren't you?"
"Oh, no, no, Mistress!" protested Raphael, taking a hop backward and leaving Estralita with her mouth open and caressing her own breast without any cock between them.
"Now look at what you've done!" shrieked Estralita. "You have spoiled my Mistress's enjoyment. And mine, too, because she was going to let me suck her cunt afterwards. Now, she won't let me!" She started to weep copiously.
"I'll show him how to get his cock erect, Estralita! Don't you cry, darling! Stand aside!" commanded Astrid, her eyes blazing with sadistic anger and fury. The emotion ran through her body, setting every nerve aflame with a primitive urge to destroy, to damage, to torture, to torment this man who stood tied up in front of her in stark nakedness. She had looked forward to such sadistic joy when she had painted Raphael's face so prettily, making him look like a girl, and then he had spoiled all her fun by not getting an erection.
She picked up the whip she had used on Katerina, and lashed it across Raphael's buttocks in a vicious, sadistic slash which made him yell with horrified pain.
"Oooowwwww! Mistress! Please don't whip me! I beg of you, don't humiliate me any more!" pleaded Raphael.
"I haven't started yet, slave!" shouted Astrid, the cords in her neck standing out like tiny ropes. To give herself more freedom in her next lash, she flung the fur coat from her body and she was again completely naked. Her voluptuous titties jiggled on her rib cage, and her erect nipples stood out like twin penises. Her stomach rippled with violent emotion and her blonde tenderils above her pouting pussy waved wildly in the backward motion of her arm as she brought the whip back and lashed Raphael's buttocks, raising a thin red welt on each dark buttock. She was fascinated by the mark on his flesh, and she aimed her next slash to hit the same mark. She came so close that in certain areas, the lash overlapped the previous one, and Raphael cried out in tormented pain.
But, his prick shot erect! It became big, swollen and red and palpitated and throbbed wildly. Even he was surprised by the erection of his cock to the whipping!
All three looked at the huge cock as it waved wildly, and Estralita was just about to crawl back and take it into her mouth when Astrid shouted at her: "Don't go near that cock, Estralita! Here, you take the whip and keep slashing him across the rump with it. I'll suck his cock! I'll show you what a real love tongue I've got!"
With that, she knelt, her naked body shimmering and glowing with sadistic heat and animal passion. Her face was emotionally twisted into a mask of desire, repulsion, love, hate, all mixed up as she took his testicles into her hand and squeezed them firmly.
Raphael winced. The pressure of her lovely white hand on his balls was close to torture, but it felt glorious. Yet, he was scared to death that in her unknowing manner, she would twist his balls so badly that it would be excruciating.
Astrid could feel the heat emanating from his testicles, and she felt the silky tendrils of wispy hair which they were covered by. The balls were loose in their sacs, and she wriggled them back and forth like a pair of golf balls, feeling them throb and swing under her delicate pressure. All the time, her mouth was only a scant inch away from his limp-hard cock. She could see it starting to become rigid, but obviously the slashing and fear in him was greater than his desire to be gone down on.
Astrid looked up at him, his eyes were closed and the lids looked silly with their brilliant paint covering them. His mouth was a red slash and she could see the lips tremble. His cheeks were rosy-red with rouge and he looked like a frightened maiden on her wedding night waiting for her groom to mount her. But from the face down, the sight was quite different. Raphael's masculine body, slightly covered with dark and wispy hair on the chest and pelvis and lower arms, was all male, particularly the balls which she held in her hand. And then she flicked out her pink tongue, and scraped it along the cock-head tantalizingly.
His prick leaped into a rigid erection and she could sense him looking down at her, feasting his eyes on her kneeling at his feet in a humble position, just ready to suck his cock. She also knew that the tiny amount of sperm which she had flicked off with her tongue tasted salty, but exotic. The tiny pearl of love juice rolled around her tongue and then she swallowed, and her senses reeled. There was such a difference between the taste of a woman's come and that of a man's. The man's come had more body, more substance, more erotic flavor! She relished the small amount she had tasted, and her mouth involuntarily opened wide and slowly received the huge cock-head, all red and swollen with lust. Her tongue rolled around the head, feeling the smooth, satiny surface. It felt like cunt-lips, it was so fleshy but just a little bit harder to the tongue. Then she let the cock slide into her hot mouth until it was almost fully inside her, and her tongue rolled sinuously around the flesh of the shaft, feeling the huge vein on the underside throb and palpitate against her wet tongue. It was like a living organism! Her pulse raced and she let the balls drop from her hand, and she put both hands alongside the cock shaft, tingling it with her fingers, and then following it by sliding her slippery tongue along the huge shaft. She could hear Raphael moan and tremble with the suctioning. Her own body was aflame with a heat which transferred itself to her cunt and she released her suctioning hold on Raphael's prick.
"Estralita," she called to the dark girl, who immediately came to attention.
"Yes, my darling Mistress?"
"Get on your back underneath me, and suck my cunt while I suck your husband's cock!"
"What?" asked the bewildered Estralita.
Astrid scowled viciously, and yanked Raphael's prick hard, and gestured with the other hand to the floor under her crotch.
"Get down on your back and make love to my cunt and ass-hole with your mouth and tongue. And reach up and fondle my titties while you are sucking!" she commanded.
"Ooooiiiieeee!" shrieked Estralita, her eyes glowing with lustful desire. "That will be so beautifully carnal!"
"Well, stop talking about it, and start sucking!" demanded Astrid, spreading her knees to accommodate the dark girl's body.
Raphael looked down and saw the blonde head of Astrid go back to her lovely sucking of his cock, and then his wife, dark-skinned and voluptuous, slide underneath the spread legs of the Viking Goddess and grab her buttocks and start to lick her cunt and ass-hole with long, sliding caresses of her wet tongue. He thought what a carnal and erotic position-the three of them! He with his long prick shoved deep into the mouth of his Mistress, with her tongue lavishing ravenous lickings on the long shaft; his wife, flat on her back and sucking at the cunt of the blonde girl who was sucking him! And he with his hands and feet tied so that he could do nothing except react visually to the lecherous sight. Astrid, for a lesbian, was doing a magnificent job of sucking his cock, and he could feel her tongue wrap itself around his thick shaft like a coiled snake around a flagpole! He was unable to control himself, even though he wanted the action to last for a long time. Even the pain of the bindings on his wrists and ankles added to his agonized joy of violent, erotic, lecherous thrilling.
"Oh, Mistress, if you keep sucking on my hot cock, I'm going to come in your mouth!"
Astrid squeezed his buttocks hard, and removed her mouth just long enough to murmur: "Come, lover, come with your love-juice! Let it shoot into my hot mouth! Come in my mouth! And I'll come in your wife's mouth!"
Raphael swayed as Astrid's hot mouth went back to sucking and licking his throbbing and palpitating prick, and he could feel his whole body tense with the pre-come nervousness which he always went through. He strained and moaned and groaned wildly, and then with a roar of ecstasy, he let his come spurt into the lovely mouth of his blonde Goddess!
Astrid felt the hot, fiery, sticky juice shoot into her mouth and it almost gagged her, but then the sperm started to trickle down her throat, giving her sensational warmth and eroticism. She sucked harder, trying to drain as much of the delicate flavorful come out of the long prick in her mouth, and the exquisite addition of Estralita's licking tongue caressing her cunt-lips and anus gave her so much wanton and carnal joy that she came into the dark girl's mouth.
Estralita could feel her Mistress's juice flooding her mouth, and she strained her dark head higher, putting her nose up into the cunt hole as far as it could go and she sniffed the dainty odor of the blonde's womb as the juice spurted into her red mouth. Her own intense Latin passion was so strong that without any effort, she had her own orgasm, just by sucking her Mistress's cunt and ass-hole. She managed to squeeze her thighs together to squirt out her sperm, and while it wasn't as good as if Astrid's mouth had drained the sperm from her, it nevertheless was exciting and satisfactory, particularly since she was getting so much pleasure at the body of her Mistress.
The three were drained emotionally as their erotic perversion came to an end.
Astrid let Raphael's cock slip out of her mouth, and she fell on top of the body of Estralita as Raphael swayed back and forth, his hands and feet tied so tightly that he couldn't move, even in a hopping manner as he did before.
"Could-could I be untied now, Mistress?" he pleaded.
Astrid opened her eyes lazily, and looked up at him from her position on the floor atop Estralita. "Yes, I think so!" She rolled over again, and Estralita was able to breathe. She looked at the voluptuous body of her Mistress with adoring eyes.
"You're a darling girl, Estralita. You have learned how to suck cunts beautifully. I think I shall keep you around for a while!"
"Oh, thank you, Mistress! I love to suck your sweet lovely pussy more than anything else in the whole world!" replied Estralita, her dark eyes shining.
"I'm a little tired, now," said Astrid. "Supposing you take that husband of yours and finish dressing him like a girl. I want him to serve me my food in bed in thirty minutes, completely dressed like a feminine, very feminine girl, understand?"
"Yes, Mistress!" said Estralita eagerly. She leaped to her feet and cut the bonds which tied Raphael's hands and ankles. He started to protest, but at the sight of Estralita's dark hand reaching for the whip, he meekly subsided in his protestations and allowed his wife to start putting on the garter belt, the silky cotton-stuffed bra, the dusky nylon stockings, the high-heeled shoes, and finally one of the bridesmaid's dresses.
He teetered on the high-heeled shoes, his body swaying with the unusual position forced upon it. He was in complete agony, both mentally and physically, but there was nothing he could do about it-at least, not at the moment.
The two girls giggled and laughed at his torment as they made him parade around the bedroom in his girlish and feminine costume, his face painted like some whore's!
"I don't want to see you without that dress unless I tell you, do you hear, Raphael? Or should I call you some female name? No, I think Raphael suits you, and it sounds so funny calling you by a man's name while you're dressed like a girl, and you look like a girl with all that makeup. Raphael, you're just beautiful!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Katerina slept so soundly on Mike Hayes' plane as it traveled to South Africa, that she wasn't even aware of the landing in Johannesburg. Nor was she aware that Mike left the plane, went to the people with whom he was going to do business, and found out that the whole deal was just a little too fishy for his taste. He didn't like the smell of the whole deal, the ten million dollar under-the-table contribution to enable him to gain control of the diamond mine. So he refused to go along with the plan, and went back to the plane, and it was half-way back across the ocean before Katerina awakened and found that she was feeling better, and even her face had lost its puffiness and her bruises and welts were almost completely healed.
Mike came into her cabin and sat down on the bunk beside her.
"Feeling better, Katerina?" he asked solicitously.
"Yes, thank you, Mike. Where are we."
"Half way across the Pacific," he answered. "We should reach South Africa soon then," she replied.
Mike laughed jovially, "We've been there and now we're on the way back to Bel-Aire!"
"You mean I've slept that long?" asked the surprised Katerina.
"Yes, you needed it. You were pretty badly banged up, but you're looking fine right now. And don't worry about your future, you'll be well taken care of. You can have a job with my airline for as long as you want to."
Katerina's eyes welled with unshed tears. "Oh, Mike, I'm so grateful. You're a good man, and I'll never forget it."
Mike was embarrassed. He never had liked the idea of people being grateful to him for anything kind which he did. He patted Katerina on the shoulder affectionately, and she grabbed his hand and kissed it, and then pressed it against her cheek.
"Mike, you don't deserve to be roped into a marriage with Astrid. Oh, I know she's voluptuous, and gorgeous, and one of the most beautiful creatures in the world, but she's sadistic, cruel, mean, vicious, greedy, selfish! You're not going to be happy with her!"
Mike smiled knowingly. "Don't you worry about me and Astrid, Katerina. I've done a lot of thinking while you were asleep, and my mind is made up. I have my own plans as to how to handle Astrid and her sadistic tendencies!"
"Can I get very personal with you, Mike?" whispered Katerina.
"Sure," agreed Mike cordially, "why not? I have nothing to hide in my personal life!"
"Astrid is a very passionate girl. I used to have to...well, I had to lick her pussy for hours to satisfy her. Do you think you could last for hours?"
"I sure as hell can, Katerina! In spite of my being 45 years old, I've got the staying powers of a youngster. And there's nothing wrong with the length of my tongue, or the size of my cock!"
"Oh, I don't doubt that, Mike, but could you take the sadistic cruelty which Astrid will inflict on you?"
Mike smiled ruefully, "I've already had quite a sample of her sadistic nature, Katerina. It excited me at the time, but I've had a chance to think on this plane trip, and I've made my own plans as to what to do with Mistress Astrid!"
"Do you want to tell me?" whispered Katerina.
"No, I don't think so, Katerina! But, I'll tell you what I will do. When we reach Bel-Aire, after the wedding, I'll let you watch me in action with Astrid! How's that strike you?"
"Oh, would you, Mike? I just love to watch other people fucking each other!"
"So do I, Katerina! There's nothing but excitement in that. But I have something up my sleeve which I think will surprise you!"
Katerina giggled. "It isn't what's up your sleeve that counts, Mike. It's what's up your pants!"
Mike roared with good humor. "You're a good sport, Katerina. I like you. You're a fine person."
"Thank you, Mike. I think you're aces, too! But, I'm so plain that I don't think I'll ever be happy again with a sexual partner. Astrid made me feel so dowdy and dumpy and unattractive that I wonder if I'll ever get over it!"
"Sure you will, Katerina! And don't let what Astrid said to you hurt you for the rest of your life. Why, hells bells! You're not an unattractive girl at all. I bet I could have a wonderful time with you in bed-if you weren't a lesbian!"
"Oh, but I've known men...I mean, I've known one man! Remember, Raphael. I told you about my sucking his cock and letting him fuck me in the ass! And I liked that! Maybe I can find somebody who will forget that I'm unattractive and dumpy and find out that I can be a tornado in bed sexually ! " She put her hand on Mike's thigh and looked at him with pleading eyes. "Why don't you let me show you, Mike?"
"Aw, Katerina," protested Mike. "After having been ripped to shreds by those spiked heels up your cunt and your ass-hole, how can you think of sex for a while?"
"See what I mean, Mike," sighed Katerina with sorrow. "You don't find me desirable, and you're already using the excuse of the sadistic torture I've gone through to refrain from fucking me, or to even let me suck your cock!"
"No, I'm not, dear Katerina," soothed Mike, feeling himself growing hot, but he did have a lot of compassion for the girl lying on the bunk who was still probably just grateful to him for his kindness. And kindness repaid by sex was not his idea of fun!
"Then if it's not an excuse, take off your clothes and let me make love to you. Let me worship your cock, let me suck its soft skin and your balls and then tell me if I am good, bad, or indifferent! Please, Mike, please, let me suck your prick! Do me a favor! Give me your manly body, help me to show you what a wonderful, passionate woman I am! Don't' let me feel dumpy or dowdy or unattractive any more! I need your cock so very much! Please, Mike, please!"
"Isn't your desire to suck my cock only a temporary thing, dear?" insisted Mike. "Don't misunderstand me....It isn't that I wouldn't thoroughly enjoy having my prick sucked by your lovely mouth...it's only that I think you're being overly grateful, and that is the main emotion guiding your desire!"
Katerina's eyes filled with tears, and she sobbed as though her heart were breaking. "You see, Mike. I can't even convince you that I'm a passionate woman who needs love more than some girl who has been chased all her life by men or women. I know that my need for love is none of your concern-you've been so good to me already-but at least let me get a good look at the man who is going to marry Astrid and have to suffer the rest of your life.
Mike smiled, "You forget those thoughts, Katerina. They are not quite what I had in mind. And as for showing you my body, I'm only too happy to do it. I'll take off all my clothes, provided you do the same. That hostess uniform you've got on isn't the most conducive to my eyes."
"You're magnificent, Mike!" enthused Katerina, looking Mike up and down and noting the rippling muscles, the limp penis which was nevertheless long and thick even in its non-erection. His balls hung low and looked as though they were filled with sperm, and his legs and feet were shapely and manly. She sighed with happiness at the sight of his nakedness. "You're a man all the way, Mike! You've got what any normal woman could possibly desire! You're handsome, you're kind, you're built big in the cock department, and from what I can see, you don't lack anything...
"My mouth is not sore, Mike," whispered Katerina as she leaned forward and took Mike's limp prick into her loving hands and planted a tender, loving kiss on the tip of his cock-head.
Mike almost leaped out of his skin! It was as if someone had touched a live electric wire to his prick, the kiss was so electrifying! Then Katerina slowly, tantalizingly opened her mouth and blew her hot breath on his limp cock and touched the tip of her pink tongue to the tiny slit in the end of his prick! It shot erect with the speed and rapidity of lightning! Mike groaned and put his hands on Katerina's head.
"Ohhhhh, Katerina! That's wild! That's exciting!"
Katerina could feel a tremendous surge of passion rising in her which she had never known before. She was kneeling in front of a man, his cock at the very entrance to her mouth, and now it wasn't to prove that she wasn't a lesbian that she was going to take this gorgeous, thick, long lovely shaft into her eager mouth...it was because she was thrilling Mike and because she wanted to please him, and in return she was being emotionally responsive herself!
Mike, to his utter amazement, groaned and moaned and shrieked and clutched Katerina's hair and came copiously in her sucking, loving mouth. It hadn't taken her more than a minute, and usually Mike had to be sucked off for a long time before he was able to come...but Katerina had accomplished an exquisite orgasm within moments after her expert and loving mouth and tongue had engulfed his prick!
"Oh, my dear Katerina, what beauty you have in your mouth to make love! It's perfect! Wondrous!"
Katerina trembled with joy. She had made Mike happy, and she herself had been thrilled to the marrow by the feeling of his prick in her mouth, much more than she had felt when she had sucked off Raphael. Now, she wanted more of Mike! She wanted to compare his cock up her ass and see if it was better than Raphael's. She started to suck harder on his now limp prick, and he groaned feebly.
"Oh, Katerina, I'm afraid you've sucked me dry! I couldn't get another erection for at least an hour! I've got to lie down. You sucked me off so wonderfully that I'm weak with my spending in your mouth! Let me lie down!"
Katerina murmured something with the limp prick in her mouth and she turned her kneeling body so that Mike could flop down on the bunk behind him. He fell backwards, but she kept his cock in her mouth all the while he fell, and got on the bunk on top of him, still with his limp prick in her mouth.
Mike smiled to himself, and put his hands beneath his head and relaxed his body, knowing that Katerina couldn't possibly get him erect again for a long, long time.
Katerina's worship of Mike was so intense that her tongue almost reached out of her mouth with his cock still inside and touched his anus at the same time. Mike again leaped, his nerves tingling wildly, erotically. His arms flew down to Katerina's shoulders and he clutched them firmly.
"Oh, my greedy cocksucker, that was magnificent! You're wonderful Katerina. You thrill me with your expertness!"
"Ooohhh, look what you've done! You've made my penis hard again! Great Scot, you're terrific! Let me put it into your cunt, Katerina. Let me plunge my hard cock into your cunt!"
Happily, Katerina took one last loving lick of Mike's cock, making it wet, and then spread her legs and sat down on it, taking its full length into her hot warm cunt, feeling its beautifully long thickness spreading her cunt-lips excitingly. Her clitoris tingled madly with the touch of his satiny smooth prick, and she bounced up and down on his shaft with the dexterity of an acrobat.
"Oooohhh, Mike! You're going to make me come! I'm going to come with a man's prick inside me! Oooohhhhh!" she squealed as her plump ass quickened with her passion.
Mike ground his cock around and around the tight cunt, feeling the glory of the cunt shooting all through him with such an erotic and lecherous carnality that he came again. His load shot into Katerina's cunt with the force of a fire hose being used on a five alarm blaze
"Oh, Katerina, I've come again!" cried Mike.
"I know, I know! I could feel your hot sperm shooting up my insides. Oh, it was such a wonderful, exquisite, ecstatic sensation. Oh, Mike, you gave yourself to me-twice! Oh, Mike, you are so good to me! I think you're the finest man in the world!"
"You're the best girl I've ever known, Katerina! You suck a cock as though it was the last food you were ever going to eat. You fuck as though you would never have another piece again as long as you lived! You're absolutely perfect!"
"Oohhh, Mike, thank you, thank you!" sighed Katerina, putting her arms around Mike's waist and hugging him tenderly, but still keeping his again limp cock inside her runt. She contracted her muscles so that it wouldn't slip out, and Mike could feel the contraction as her cunt-lips sucked out the last drop of semen from his contented and happy prick.
"You shouldn't thank me, Katerina," corrected Mike. "I should be the one to thank you! You have an absolutely exquisite body which gives me every pleasure to touch and fuck. You are indeed a passionate, hot-blooded woman, and I think your body is beautiful!"
Katerina sighed with happiness and nestled her head against Mike's shoulder, her pussy-lips contracting against Mike's limp prick pleasantly. She whispered softly:
"You've made a real woman out of me, Mike, and I'll always be thankful to you for that!"
Her warm breath felt wonderful against his neck, and her soft and fleshy body made her cuddly and provocative at the same time. Mike slid his hand along her soft shoulder and returned her whisper:
"You'll never regret what you just said, Katerina ! You'll find out what I mean after the wedding!"
Katerina almost burst into tears at the mention of the word 'wedding,' but realized that it would only displease Mike, so she tried to maintain her compromise. At the moment, she didn't know she had fallen in love with Mike!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The blonde voluptuous Astrid was curled up in bed with the dark big breasted Estralita when the front doorbell rang. They didn't hear it, but Raphael did. He was in the kitchen, trying to fix something to eat for his wife and her new lesbian Mistress. The makeup on his face, and his feminine attire made him feel humble and servile, but he had not dared remove it for fear of offending Astrid and receiving another whipping.
So, it was clad in a bridesmaid's frilly dress that Raphael went to the door and saw six beautiful, gorgeous airline hostesses who had been sent for to be the bridesmaids at Astrid's wedding to Mike Hayes.
Raphael had a hard time controlling his cock under the dress, and he smilingly and courteously led the giggling and beautiful young girls up to a bedroom where he showed them all the various articles of clothing which they were to wear.
Since they thought he was a girl, not one of them hesitated about immediately disrobing and soon Raphael found himself in a sea of naked and semi-naked girls, all giggling and talking Swedish and English in a joyous hoopla of trying on the frilly, feminine under things. Raphael had never seen so many lovely, perfect titties and pussies and bare bottoms! The bottoms particularly interested him and his eyes lighted with a fire which one of the girls noticed.
She pointed to Raphael in his painted face, feminine attire and said something in Swedish to the others. They all giggled and looked peculiarly towards Raphael.
"What did the young lady say?" asked Raphael, trying to make his voice sound like a female's.
"Oh, Ingrid says she thinks you're a lesbian. You're looking at her as if you'd like to eat her pussy!" said one of the more naked girls.
Raphael blushed, but he saw a chance of having some fun, and he wasn't about to deny it. "I-I happen to like both sexes! I think men are wonderful, and women are beautiful!"
"How about giving us a sample of your technique?" asked Ingrid, jumping onto the bed and spreading her legs wide so that there was no doubt that she was willing to be sucked on her pussy by Raphael right in front of the other girls.
"Yes, go ahead, honey!" urged another girl.
"Try it, dearie!" added another. "I've always found Ingrid to be sweet tasting and she's got a fire which you might have trouble in putting out with your tongue!"
"I can put out any girl's fire with my tongue, and with my..." Raphael halted his remark; he had been about to add 'my cock,' but stopped just in time.
"Well, don't just stand there looking so pretty!" urged Ingrid, waving her naked legs high into the air, showing her lovely pussy and anus to the rapacious Raphael.
"Go ahead, honey," said another of the girls, "suck her cunt. And if you're any good, maybe we'll let you suck our cunts."
"I will!" said another. "I'll let her suck me anywhere she wants to!"
Raphael looked at all six of the girls, and his prick was waving so violently under his dress that he almost gave his sex away. But he managed to cover it with his hands and he sidled towards the bed and the wild naked enticing girl lying on it.
"Take off your dress, honey!" ordered one of the girls.
"No!" almost shouted Raphael. "I'm going to show you that with just my mouth and tongue, I can make the most erotic love you've ever known. I'll suck all six of you in your beautiful titties and cunts and ass-holes!"
"Ohhhh," cried one of them lecherously, "will you shove your tongue up my ass just like a prick?"
Raphael looked at the girl, and made a mental note that sooner or later he would single her out and shove something besides his tongue up her ass.
But, right now, he leaped onto the bed between the lovely, nailing Ingrid's legs and buried his painted face between her lovely, soft smooth thighs. They felt so wonderfully exotic as they rubbed his cheeks, and he sniffed the cunt odor. It was so gorgeous, his prick almost burst through his panties. He parted the cunt-lips tenderly with his hands, and his tongue nicked out and rimmed the edges of the flesh tantalizingly.
Ingrid squealed with excitement. "Ooohhh, that feels gooood! You have a rough tongue, almost like a man's, and it makes me shiver with a mad desire to feel the rest of your tongue all the way up into my cunt!"
"Kiss her pussy good!" encouraged one of the girls, holding herself by the big breasts, tickling her own nipples.
Raphael clutched Ingrid's fleshy buttocks and his fingers started automatically towards the tiny hole which he loved so much. His tongue licked rapidly around and around the cunt-lips and finally and penetrated into it partially. Ingrid let out a he found the anus, and one finger touched the hole scream of rapture, and shouted wildly, completely abandoning herself to the finger at her ass-hole and the licking tongue at her cunt.
"Shove your finger up my ass-hole!" she squealed. "Suck my cunt with that lovely snake-like tongue! Oh, what a wonderful, exotic gorgeous cuntlapper you are! You're a lovely girl!"
Raphael's cock throbbed, and he smiled to himself. If the passionate girl whose cunt he was sucking only knew that he would love to fuck her with his erect prick, she might squeal a different tune.
The five other naked, and semi-naked girls were all watching the fully dressed girl sucking the naked girl when Astrid and Estralita burst into the room, wondering why there was so much noise.
The five girls turned as one and saw Astrid, clad only in her fur coat, and they rushed to her and embraced her wildly, congratulating her on her forthcoming marriage. Astrid felt wonderfully happy, right in the middle of the five girls, all titties and pussies available to her if she wished, and all her friends from the airline. She smiled warmly and felt very proud that these girls would be her bridesmaids.
Then, she noticed Raphael going down on Ingrid. They hadn't been aware of the entrance of Astrid and Estralita, particularly since they were both wildly rolling their bodies on the bed in an erotic embrace of great magnitude.
Astrid's eyes blazed with anger and she whispered something to Estralita, who turned and left the room. She was gone only a few seconds, during which time Astrid had the pleasure of again welcoming her friends, but this embrace was more intimate, more sensual. She opened her fur coat, and kissed every one of the five girls on the mouth passionately, rubbing their breasts with her own, and shoving her pelvis against theirs. She made a mental note as to which of the five responded most willingly, and decided that the tiny blonde Inga reacted with passion. Inga would be her next lover!
Estralita returned with the long, black leather whip, which Astrid took from her without even acknowledging the service, and pushed the five girls aside.
"What's the whip for?" asked one of the girls breathlessly.
Astrid turned to the questioning girl sadistically. "I'm going to use it on a man!"
"There's no man here!" said another girl.
"That's a man under the dress there," pointed Astrid with the whip viciously. "And he's sucking Ingrid's cunt as if he were one of the girls!"
The five girls reacted with various degrees of anger, surprise, laughter, and one with happy anticipation. The one who wanted to be sucked on her anus was delirious with happiness.
"If he's a man, let me at him!" she cried.
"You can have him after I'm through with him," snapped Astrid haughtily. "If he's able to even stand up after I whip him to the bloody mess he deserves!"
"Oh, don't do it!" cried the girl.
"Raphael!" shouted Astrid, brandishing the whip wickedly, pushing aside the pleading girl.
Raphael heard Astrid's voice, but he was in such a wonderful, exotic, carnal, lustful frame of mind and body that he wouldn't stop sucking on Ingrid's cunt, even though he knew he would be whipped for doing it. His tongue slithered in and out faster, and Ingrid, her only feeling one of ecstasy, ground her hips across the greedy mouth of her cunt-lapping friend.
"Rip the dress from him, Estralita!" commanded Astrid.
"Right away, Mistress!" replied Estralita joyously. "And beat him hard with that whip. Beat his bare skin raw. Make him bleed; make him scream for help!"
"I will, darling!" replied Astrid, her tall blonde nakedness shining with a glow of inward fire which made the other girls fearful for the poor man in the woman's clothing.
Raphael knew that any moment the punishment would begin, but he couldn't help himself. Ingrid was moaning and sighing animal-like cries, and he knew that she was on the verge of coming. At least he could make her happy! He didn't care if he was whipped, he had to keep sucking at the lovely cunt.
He felt his wife's hands ripping off the bridesmaid's dress from his body, exposing his cotton-stuffed bra and sheer panties. And then he felt the first lash of the whip. It ground into his buttocks and forced his face deeper into Ingrid's fragrant moist cunt! She squealed and kicker her legs into the air and started to come in his mouth. He sucked at her pussy harder, drawing from the passionate girl every drop of sperm, while his buttocks were being lashed by Astrid's sadistic whipping!
Then, all of a sudden, the whipping stopped abruptly. And so did the encouraging shouts of the five girls and his wife, and the shrieks from Astrid. The whole room was quiet with the exception of the delightful squealing of Ingrid in the last throes of her spending into his mouth. He had no idea what was happening, but he continued his loving suctioning of the subsiding trembling of Ingrid until he knew that she was completely drained of all her flame!
Raphael raised his head from the warm crotch of Ingrid and looked across the room and he leaped quickly from the bed and tried to stand at attention.
Mike Hayes and Katerina were standing in the doorway, surveying the orgiastic scene with mingled emotions. Astrid looked as though she wanted to run away and hide. Estralita stood transfixed to the spot near the bed, a part of the bridesmaid's ripped clothing still in her hand. There was a deadly silence for many moments while everyone looked at Mike and Katerina.
Astrid finally, in her quaking fright at being caught naked and sadistic by Mike, dropped the whip.
It was almost as if the dropping of the black, vicious whip was a signal, and everyone started to talk at the same time. Astrid tried to explain her naked sadism; Estralita her ripping her husband's dress from his body; the five girls their lecherous enjoyment of the sadistic lashing and cunt-lapping. Only Ingrid didn't bother to say anything. She was happily sighing with complete contentment, her lovely naked body slowly settling into a relaxed position.
"Be quiet!" yelled Mike.
"Having fun, Astrid?" asked Mike, almost pleasantly, almost being casual.
"I-I was punishing Raphael for dressing like a girl to fool the bridesmaids and then take advantage of their innocence to start in sucking their cunts!" Astrid explained, reaching for the fur coat and putting it around her nakedness.
"Oh!" said Mike, smiling wryly. He hadn't missed the voluptuousness of his intended bride, her big breasts, her lovely satiny smooth flesh. Her Viking Goddess beauty was like a knife in his heart as he watched all her fleshy loveliness being covered by her fur coat. His eyes wandered around to the other five girls, and he asked wryly:
"Are you all lebsians?"
"No, no!" cried the girls. "We like men, too!"
"How about you, Astrid?" asked Mike.
"I-we-we're going to be married, Mike, darling!" protested Astrid.
"The hell we are!' 'shouted Mike, almost losing his temper. "You might be the most voluptuous girl in the world, but not for me!"
"But, Mike..." cried Astrid.
"You'll never change, Astrid!" said Mike regretfully. Then, he noticed Raphael standing at attention. "Raphael, do you like Astrid?"
"Oh, yes, Mr. Hayes!" replied Raphael.
"Would you like to fuck her?" sarcastically asked Mike.
"Mike!" shrieked Astrid.
"Yes, sir, I certainly would!" replied Raphael, rubbing his cock eagerly.
"Then she's all yours!" offered Mike, waving a hand in Astrid's direction.
"You can't do that, Mike! You love me!" whimpered Astrid, her big tits heaving with sobs.
"If you don' let Raphael fuck you, I'll tie you up and have him whip you first. As a matter-of-fact, since the whip is handy, and you seem to like sadistic torturing and torment so much, I'm going to let the five girls-you, too, Estralita-tie you up first. Then, you can whip her to your heart's content, Raphael! And whatever else you want to do with her, you have my permission. She is no longer going to be anything to me...not my bride, not my mistress, not my employee! Not anything!"
Astrid slumped to her knees, huge tears of rage spilling from her eyes. "Please don't do this to me, Mike!"
Mike looked at her without compassion. "You deserve whatever my servant wishes to do to you. He has my permission to fuck you in the cunt, in the mouth, in the ass-hole-anywhere he chooses. And you other girls tie up this blonde Viking, and get her ready for a real whipping! And maybe some of you girls would like to suck her cunt afterwards, too!"
Raphael, with a wild gleam in his eyes, his prick rampant, raced over to Astrid's side, and he and the girls started to tie her up to be beaten, to be fucked, to be sucked, to be tormented and tortured !
Mike turned to the silent Katerina and took her by the hand.
"Darling, let's get out of here! You and I have a lot of getting acquainted to go through!"
"Me?" asked the surprised Katerina. "Me, a dumpy, plain, ordinary girl? You want me?"
"Yes, darling, I do. You're a lot more voluptuous, a lot more sexy, a lot more of everything than Astrid ever thought of being!"
"Oh, Mike! Mike!" cried Katerina, throwing her arms around her man and kissing him passionately. Her pelvis ground against his, and she could feel him respond, his cock leaping to meet her cunt, and she broke the embrace and said: "Oh, Mike, let's hurry! I've got so much fucking to catch up on with you!"
