The Hotel Paradiso's newest employee inspected himself critically in the mirror.
The smart black jacket sat snugly on the broad young shoulders: and a dazzling white shirt made a perfect background for the crisp bow-tie. Gerard Delormier grinned at his reflection: the outfit suited him admirably, and emphasized the indefinable air of irresistible charm which was his personal stock-in-trade-for he had long ago realized that though no-one could ever call him handsome, charm alone was sufficient to bring him countless successes in the field of love.
A final pat to the wings of his tie; a quick rub to the shining toe-caps of his shoes; and the newly-appointed captain of the Hotel Paradiso's Room Service set out on his first tour of inspection-
The hours sped by as Gerard wandered up and down the corridors of the big hotel, familiarizing himself with the geography of his new domain. He was no stranger to hotel work, and he had every confidence in his ability to master his new job. He used his pass-key to let himself into several rooms on each floor, chosen at random, and as the afternoon wore on, more and more points requiring attention were jotted down in his little notebook-here a faulty light-switch, there a sticking drawer, no writing-paper in the desk in Room 505, and so on-little things, perhaps unimportant in themselves, which might give the guest a less than perfect image of the Hotel Paradiso-
Shortly before six o'clock, when his evening shift was due to start, Gerard reported to the manager, M. Pierre. For a few minutes the two men discussed Gerard's fist of points for attention, which the manager seemed to find quite impressive. Finally, he said in a friendly tone-"Well, I'd. call that an excellent start, Gerard! You're obviously intelligent: and you've got very good references from the Hotel School: so I'm expecting great things from you and I hope you will enjoy your work here at the Paradiso-"
Gerard stammered out his thanks. "Why, thank you, M. Pierre! " he said.
"No, no! " said the manager. "Call me Pierre-we're going to have to work together, and I much prefer being on Christian name terms-it makes our relationship more pleasant! " . He held out his hand to the younger man: and both knew instinctively that the firm handclasp signified the forging of a new friendship-
"It's almost time for you to go on duty," the manager went on briskly. "Now remember, the Paradiso's policy is to try and satisfy all complaints, whether they're justified or not. Mme. Claire's very insistent on that-so make sure you note everything down, and make a report either to me or to her, if she's here. Oh, didn't I tell you?"-in answer to Gerard's look of inquiry, "Mme. Claire owns the hotel: you'll probably meet her later on this evening. There! Six o'clock! Off you go, and good luck! "-Gerard's first period of duty at the Hotel Paradiso had begun-
Time passed slowly as he sat in his office, waiting for the first call of the evening-. He grew nervous under the continued silence of his indicator-board, and sprang up from his chair, to pace up and down for a few moments before returning to sit restlessly at his desk once more-. He forced himself to concentrate on the notes he had taken earlier that afternoon: he seemed to have made a good start with M. Pierre-no, Pierre was what he wanted to be called! -who was obviously well-disposed towards him. But what about the owner, Mme. Claire? A rich old widow, he'd be prepared to bet, with all the fads and foibles of the breed-she'd be one to keep out of the way of as much as possible, no doubt!
The indicator's high-pitched buzz brought him back to earth with a start-Room 209; just above his office, right next to the service stairs; quicker to use the stairs than traipse all the way down to the elevator hall; no sooner said than done-
His light knock drew a pleasant "Who's there?" from the other side of the door: an Englishwoman, he thought from the accent, or perhaps an American?
"Room Service! " he answered, finding himself childishly pleased to be using the words for the first time.
"Come on in! "-the American accent was unmistakable now. He turned his pass-key, and entered the room-
She was magnificent: auburn hair framing a heart-shaped face, with great green eyes set ever so slightly on a slant-just like some beautiful cat, he thought: and that figure! -his eyes roamed over the thin form-fitting dressing-gown, which barely concealed the long, slim, traditionally American legs, and the small firm breasts hiding behind a silken wisp of a brassiere-
"You rang, Mademoiselle?" he said, forcing his eyes away from the exciting young body.
"Yes-I'd like a double Scotch, please-No, on second thoughts, I'd better have a bottle: and some ice, too, please-" Strange, there seemed to be an undertone of sadness to the musical voice: and wasn't that almost a haunted look in the big green eyes?-
"Very good, Mademoiselle," he replied, trying to keep his voice unemotional. "-and two glasses, please! "
Gerard felt a little chill of disappointment at this last request-So Miss America was expecting company! A pity, he said ruefully to himself: -I'd have looked after her very tenderly, if she'd only asked me! !
He made his way back to his office, and gave the American girl's order to the bar over the house-phone. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door, and a pretty dark-haired waitress came in with a tray. "Hi, stranger! " she greeted him with a friendly wink, as she set the tray down. "I'm Marie! "
"My name's Gerard," he replied, "and not so much of the 'stranger,' please! I work here now-"
"No offense meant," she smiled, "-so don't be angry with me! " To his surprise, she kissed him lightly on the cheek.
"I'm not angry, my dear-and this'll prove it! "-and he returned her kiss, full on her soft red lips. Her mouth worked briefly under his before she broke away: then she gave him a long quizzical look, and winked at him again as she turned away to the door: and Gerard knew unmistakably that when the time came she would be his for the asking-Oh ho! he thought, my first day seems to be turning out well-if it keeps up like this I shan't complain!
He picked up the tray of drinks and left his office-almost colliding with a well-dressed young blonde just outside his door. She gave him a piercing stare as she accepted his apology: and Gerard found himself quite captivated as he gazed into her blue eyes-this made the third pretty woman he had encountered in the past ten minutes-. He switched his eyes from hers, and excused himself with a little bow as he made way over to the service staircase. 'Don't get intimate with the guests! ' they had said at Hotel School: and besides, no man of experience ever showed a woman that he found her beautiful the very moment that he met her.
This time, the door of Room 209 was opened from the inside, almost before he had finished knocking: and there stood the lovely redhead, her green eyes crinkled in a smile of welcome. "You've been very quick," she said approvingly, "-and how nice, you remembered the ice! " Gerard forbore to confess that he had in fact forgotten all about it, and that it was Marie who had set the tray-for it is always pleasant to receive a compliment, deserved or not, especially when it comes from a pretty woman and is delivered with a delightful smile! . He merely bowed acknowledgement, a pleased little smile on his lips-
The pretty redhead put her hand on his arm and asked him, almost pleadingly-"Will you stay and have a drink with me? It would make me very happy if you would: I'm feeling very lonely just now, and a bit lost-Please?"
"Mademoiselle," said Gerard with genuine regret, "believe me, there is nothing I would rather do than accept your charming invitation. But I'm sure you will understand that I am only an employee here, and cannot accept-much as I would like to. I'm truly sorry, Mademoiselle-"
She flushed with annoyance; then she took a ten-dollar bill out of her purse and slapped it down on the table between them-"Now, I'm ordering you to have a drink with me," she said firmly, "and if you won't do it for my sake, then do it for the money! " Gerard felt slightly contemptuous as he picked up the banknote-(which neatly confirmed his original impression that she was American, he felt): but his eyes softened as he saw the distress on the pretty face-After all, he thought, the rule says I'm not to get intimate with the guests-but it doesn't say anything about the guests getting intimate with me! Without further ado, he opened the bottle and began pouring the drinks. "A double for Mademoiselle, wasn't it? On the rocks?-or with water?"
"A double, on the rocks," the musical voice replied. "You have a good memory! " The Scotch splashed into the two glasses: they raised them towards each other with a conspiratorial grin: then the girl whispered softly-"Let's drink a toast! -and I propose a toast to Love-OK?"
"Well, I'm your guest," said Gerard, "so it's not for me to say-But I think you're right-Love is a strange disease, isn't it? The world's full of doctors, all ready and willing to come and cure you, as soon as you catch a cold or cut your finger. But it's not so easy to heal the sorrows of the heart-".
"Oh, you're so right! " The beautiful face was twisted with grief as she spoke: and her eyes filled with tears as she pondered Gerard's words Then she took a letter from her handbag and handed it to him without a word. Gerard pored over it for a few seconds before looking at her questioningly. "It's in English," he said, "and I'm afraid I don't understand it. "
"Oh-very briefly-the man I love-or at least I thought I loved him-tells me it's all a mistake, and he's going away with some wretched girl he's only just met! "
"Oh-dear-I am sorry! Really I am-you seem such a nice person to meI hate to think of you being unhappy! " . He raised his glass to her, saying softly ". Here's to a better future, and better luck for you! "
The redhead smiled with pleasure. "Thank you, my dear! You're very sweet, and you make me feel
IS better-Listen-would you like me to give you English lessons in your off-duty hours? It could be quite amusing for both of us, you know! -OK?"
"That sounds lovely! " said Gerard-and indeed it did: for he knew, of course, that lessons of quite another kind were intended: and he wondered who would prove to be teaching whom! "But I'm afraid I have to leave you now. I simply can't be away from my office too long! " . He took her hand and hissed it-but suddenly, she pulled him into her arms, and he found himself embracing her like some long-lost friend. Their mouths met, open, questing-and Gerard thrilled as the redhead's tongue, thrust urgently against his own. For a long minute lie returned the attack, until he felt his cock begin to stiffen within the confines of his close-fitting trousers. Reluctantly, he broke away from the panting girl and backed slowly to the door.
"Oh God! "-the firm young breasts were rising and falling in most delightful fashion, under the stress of the American girl's emotion. "You will come back as soon as you're off duty, won't you? . Heavens! -we don't even know each other's name! I'm Eva-Eva Baird: and who are you?"
"Gerard Delormier-and very much at your service, Eva! "
' Good! -see you later, Gerard! "-she blew him a kiss with her long slim fingers: and with a last admiring stare at the trim figure which had so recently been pulsing warmly in his arms, he closed the door softly behind him and made his way downstairs.
His thoughts were strangely mixed. On the one hand, his new position seemed to promise innumerable delights-here he was, hardly settled in, and already all the women were running after him-splendid! But on the other hand, he knew from experience that when things started off like that, they tended to get out of control very quickly-and the usual ending was a boot on the backside, and out onto the pavement!
CHAPTER 2
Fresh trouble was waiting for him in his office. Somewhat to his annoyance, he found the blue-eyed blonde who had collided with him in the passage-now she was sitting nonchalantly at his desk, almost as if she owned the place! Gerard bit back an angry remark, and said politely-"The sitting-room is further down the corridor, Mademoiselle! On the left, just before the main lobby-"
"Well, thank you for that information," the pretty blonde replied in somewhat mocking tones. "You took your time upstairs, didn't you?"
Gerard felt himself flush with annoyance: and he had to struggle to conceal his irritation as he retorted, "I'm sorry, Mademoiselle! I didn't know you were waiting for me. What can I do for you?"
Perfect teeth, he noted with approval as the blonde smiled sweetly at him: then he froze in shocked dismay as she said softly, "My name is Claire. I own this hotel-"
"Mme. Claire! " he stammered in confusion. "Please excuse me if I was a little impolite. I have not seen you before this evening-"-and then, instinctively, the Delormier charm came into play"-if I had, I would never have forgotten you, Madame! "
The blonde head nodded approvingly. "Well said, Gerard! I can see we'll get on with each other well enough-Incidentally, don't call me 'Madame'-it's only a courtesy title anyway, for I'm not married: I'm known as 'Claire' among the senior staff-so just call me that! "
"At your service, er-Claire! "
"That's better! Now they'll be bringing your supper along fairly soon: and if you have no objection, I'll eat in here with you. I like to get to know the senior staff personally.
Oh look! Room 714's calling. You go and see what they want, and while you're gone, I'll have them bring our supper in, and then I'll switch the indicator-board over to the telephone room, so that the girl can deal with the room-calls over the phone, while we're eating-"
Gerard gave her his sunniest smile as he left his office-the one which had already seduced so many hearts in the past. He had quite recovered from the shock of finding that the glamorous blonde was his employer-he smiled wryly as he remembered the 'rich old widow-woman' he had conjured up earlier: as an employer, she seemed extremely pleasant;; and as a woman-well, there was no doubt about that-she definitely rated his top-quality 'seducer's smile'!
Room 714 did not keep him long-a rich and slightly drunken Englishman who seemed to think the Room Service captain was just the person to help him with his cuff-links! -and he was soon back in his office, to find Claire supervising the serving of their supper.
His pretty blonde employer proved to be most engaging company, and Gerard thoroughly enjoyed the meal, as he listened to her flow of anecdotes about hotel life in general, and the management of the Hotel Paradiso in particular. He learned that her parents were dead, and that she had been brought up by her uncle, who had left her the hotel at his death, some three years previously. She seemed quite content with her unmarried state, and spoke without false modesty of the numerous suitors who had sought her hand.
As their acquaintance ripened, Gerard began to feel more and more convinced that his pretty blonde companion was no stranger to the pleasures of physical love: certainly, she was a very beautiful girl, with a lovely complexion and a breath-taking figure-what a crying shame it would be if all this beauty were allowed to go to waste! Without any real plan in his mind, he decided to try the effect of a few compliments-always a pleasant exercise with a pretty girl-
"Claire, you're really very beautiful, aren't you? No blushes now-you know it just as well as I do! I don't know why you don't sell the hotel-you'd get a very nice price for it, you know! -and find yourself a rich, handsome husband: that wouldn't be difficult for someone as good-looking as you! "
"First of all, I don't really want to sell the place, Gerard. I enjoy running it, and I think I'm quite good at it. You should have seen it three years ago, when Uncle died-it was awful. But look a; it now; we're successful: we make a healthy profit and we've earned a very good reputation too!
As for the 'rich, handsome husband'-well, the right man hasn't come along yet: and I'm quit? content to wait for him. Until he does, I'm living well, doing something I enjoy, and making money in the bargain-so I'm not complaining!
"And now, my dear, it's time for us both to get back to work. I enjoyed my supper with you-you're a nice boy, and I hope you'll be happy at the Paradiso. Work hard, and don't cause trouble-and I'll see you get promoted before too long! Goodbyes for now-"
Gerard watched the trim body moving over towards the door, his connoisseur's eye taking an proving note of the small firm buttocks swaying a; the top of the long slim legs. He had a sudden over whelming urge to cup the twin globes in his two hands, and bounce them gently up and down-
At the door, Claire turned: for a long minute, she looked him in the eyes, intimately, searchingly; then her mouth opened, and she ran the tip of her red tongue slowly over her full, heart-shaped lips. "One last thing, Gerard! " she said softly. She paused, while he waited attentively by his desk-
"When your shift finishes tonight, at midnight," she went on: and suddenly her face creased into a dazzling smile"-you are to report to my room immediately! It's the private suite on the fourth floor, at the east end. Don't knock, we don't want anyone to hear you-the door will be unlocked, so just turn the handle and come straight in. I shall be waiting for you, my dear: it would be nice if we could get to know each other a little more intimately, don't you think?" One blue eye vanished in a naughty wink: then she was gone, with a wave of her pretty little hand, and a twinkle of silk stockings-Gerard felt his heart pound fiercely in his breast as the full implication of Claire's invitation dawned upon him. His first night, and here he was, with his pretty employer freely offering him her bed and body! And what a body! -from the top of her shining blonde head to the tips of her well-shod toes, Claire was perfection itself: and Gerard felt hi. loins stir as he pictured himself dealing faithfully with her naked beauty in the privacy of her suite that was a rendezvous he had no intention of missing!
CHAPTER 3
The evening passed slowly, and Gerard was kept fairly busy answering room-calls. Many of these, of course, were for bar-service: and he was delighted to find that Marie's tour of duty coincided with his own. Every time the pert, pretty waitress came to his office with a tray of drinks, Gerard found some excuse to extract a kiss from her: and before long, the kisses had become quite ardent, with eager tongues shuttling back and forth between the open, straining mouths. But somehow Gerard got the very definite impression that Marie was nowhere near as experienced as she wished him to think: there was no doubt about her interest in him as a male, and he was still entirely certain that she was his for the taking whenever he desired-but from certain little signs, such as a slight involuntary stiffening when his hands roamed too boldly over her vibrant young body, it seemed clear that the pretty brunette was still a virgin-
The buzzing of the indicator jerked him back from a pleasant day-dream in which he was marooned on a beautiful desert island with Marie and Claire-both nearly naked from their shipwreck, and both determined to show their gratitude to Gerard, who had saved their lives. The board showed Room 209 again: and Gerard was distressed to find that Eva was clamoring for another bottle of whisky, although she was already more than half-drunk from the first. He tried in vain to reason with the pretty redhead, but she was adamant. In the end, she offered him money again-this time, a $20 bill: against his better judgment, Gerard brought her a fresh bottle and pocketed the $20-not for the money itself(he intended to return both bills to her next day)-but in the hopes that financial stringency might mean more to her than his own pleadings.
(Alas for good intentions! Next day, Gerard found out from the front office that Eva was the daughter of 'Wild Bill' Baird, the shipping tycoon: she was worth at least forty million dollars in her own right. But no harm was done-Eva was touched by Gerard's solicitude, which she knew to be for herself alone, and not for her money: and before the week was out, Gerard was the proud possessor of a gold cigarette-case engraved with his initials-).
As quickly as good manners would allow, he finished the drink which the tipsy redhead had pressed on him, and got up to take his leave. With the irritating insistence of the semi-drunk, she protested his departure, flinging her arms around his neck and kissing him fiercely on the mouth. Before he could break away, her hot, thrusting tongue was deep in his mouth, and her hands were running feverishly up and down his broad back-
Gerard was torn two ways: the American girl was a highly desirable piece, and he knew that in her semi-drunken state he would be able to do exactly as he wished with her-indeed, he was fairly sure that if he asked her to marry him, she would agree without hesitation! On the other hand, his rendezvous with Claire was less than two hours distant and he knew full well that this was far more important to him than the casual screwing of a half-drunk nymphomaniac guest. Then there was the matter of his duty: to abandon his post ran contrary to all the teachings of the Hotel School-especially for such a reason!
Suddenly Eva drew back from his embrace, and looked him full in the eyes, with a tremulous little smile on the heart-shaped face: there was such a look of yearning in the beautiful green cat's-eyes that Gerard's heart turned over in his breast, and he threw caution to the winds. Only two hours to Claire?-plenty of time for a strong young bull to recover his strength! Duty?-what more important duty than the happiness of a guest--! . He grinned at the pretty redhead, and drew her back into his embrace but this time he undid the cord of her dressing-gown and slipped his arms inside. Eva felt herself shiver with anticipation as the strong arms went round her naked back: she whimpered happily at the thought of the big Frenchman's hard cock reaming vigorously inside her willing body. Her arms went back, and she whispered urgently U Gerard-"Take it off! " Almost before she had finished speaking, the thin silk garment had rustled to the floor, and Gerard's mouth was in an approving O at the sight of the slim body clad only in the briefest of nylon panties and a wisp of a brassiere round the small firm breasts. The green eyes closed in ecstasy as he ran his hands over the warm naked flesh, seeking the fastening of the tiny brassiere: she brought her arms together in front of her body, letting the ridiculous little garment slide off them to the floor: and as his hands went out to knead the firm young breasts now displayed in all their nudity, so hers, below, went to his fly and zipped it open-
For a few seconds they battled each other almost brutally-he twisting and tugging at the redhead's rosy nipples, now hard and sharply pointed; she scratching almost viciously within his opened fly, tearing aside the obstructing layers of his shirt to gain free access to his swelling cock. Then their mood changed abruptly, and they fell into each other's arms and kissed each other long and tenderly.
Gerard's hands wandered over the supple curves of Eva's back, falling ever lower and lower, till finally he reached the waistband of her nylon briefs. Slowly, he pulled them down, while her fiercely-shuttling tongue betrayed her emotions as she was stripped naked by her chosen ravisher. Her hips wriggled as Gerard's hands brushed over her buttocks: the movement finally dislodged her rolled-down panties, which slipped down her legs to the floor: and now pretty Eva was stark naked in his arms-
She moaned softly, a long-drawn-out 'Mmmmm! ' half drunken, half desirous. Gerard held her at arm's length and gazed into the green cat's-eyes: then he bent his head down and took one pointed nipple between his lips. The effect was electrifying: Eva seemed to burst into action at the touch of his tongue: the lovely auburn head was flung back with a gasp, and the slim body twisted voluptuously in his grasp: then she broke free, to scrabble feverishly at the buttons of his shirt. Gerard had no wish to have his linen tom to shreds, so he carried out the task himself, while she pressed her open mouth hungrily onto the crisp mat of hair adorning his broad chest: while her attention was thus distracted, he succeeded in removing his coat, shirt, and trousers, leaving only his underpants and socks and shoes. His movements freed his now stiff cock, which swung up to prod her in the belly: with a cry of delight, she sank to her knees before him and ripped his underpants down with a savage two-handed jerk: then the mop of auburn hair fell forward to tease his naked belly as her open mouth came down upon his prick-
For a few seconds, he allowed himself to revel in the electric sensation of her soft tongue stroking over the delicate skin of his throbbing glans: then he twined one hand in her hair, and pulled her up onto her feet, smothering her startled cry of pain by pressing his open mouth firmly onto hers. One hand went down the front of her body, to thrust in between her legs: he felt a surge of pleasure at the warm moistness he encountered there: then his other hand came down behind to meet and grasp the first. His powerful arms tensed, and Eva found herself lifted from the floor by the two hands clasped under her crotch, and in this way he carried her over to the bed-
She sank back as soon as he put her down, bringing her long slim legs up into a position of open welcome and holding out her arms to him. The green eyes were glittering with desire, and her breath came panting through her slightly-parted lips as she muttered fiercely-"Yes! Do me, Gerard! Do me now-now-now! " . He grinned at her tantalizingly, and let his hands wander over the lovely naked body, first playing with her nipples till they stood up like acorns, and Eva moaned in ecstasy: then he brushed lightly along the insides of the silken thighs, causing the half-tipsy girl to writhe helplessly on the bed. He bent her legs further back and apart, making, her display her pretty quim in shameless abandon. She was very beautiful as she lay there, literally begging to be fucked: and suddenly Gerard could wait no longer. He leapt up onto the bed, and laid the head of his cock against the waiting emit. With a strangled cry, Eva arched her pelvis up at him, so that he penetrated her for an inch or two; she was all moist already, and he went into her without difficulty: then he pressed his loins down upon hers till she sank back onto the surface of the bed. Then, slowly and carefully, he placed his arms under the backs of her legs and drew them upwards till her calves were resting against his shoulders and she was lying under him doubled up and open to the fullest extent. The green eyes gazed intently into his as he readied himself for the final penetration-then they rolled upwards in their sockets, and her breath was drawn in with a hiss, as he plunged his stiff cock slowly, deliberately, down to the very bottom of her vagina. She put her hands up blindly and pulled his head down to hers, till their open mouths met. He started to fuck her, gently, with long slow strokes: to his delighted surprise, her stiff pointed tongue took up the rhythm of his strokes and shuttled in and out of his mouth-almost as though his deeply-penetrating prick was forcing the tongue out of her mouth with every long stroke in-
Carefully, Gerard rolled his hips a little to one side, until he could insinuate a hand beneath his body: owing to Eva's doubled-up position, he had no difficulty in locating her wide-spread crack, and then her little twitching arsehole. One strong finger vanished into it up to the second knuckle: he felt the vibrant body jerk underneath him at the sudden rude intrusion. Then he abandoned his slow gentle tempo, and started fucking Eva's cunt in real earnest, with fast, deep strokes that shook the slim, perspiring body every time his pelvis thudded home into her open crotch. He felt, rather than heard, her long-drawn-out gasping scream into the back of his throat: then she was coming underneath him, writhing and twitching, with her two holes biting in regular cadence at his intruding prick and forefinger-. He stopped fucking her when her orgasm was drawing to a close, and let his cock lie motionless within her to savor the random involuntary twitches of her streaming emit. Then he raised his upper body until he could look into her face: the beautiful eyes gazed unblinking into his, but she seemed unaware of him, though she was muttering
-"Oh, Gerard-Gerard! " in a low monotone. When she had almost fully relaxed, he reamed her once, slowly and purposefully, as though to remind her that his prick was still in her-and still unassuaged: the sudden unexpected sensation sent the auburn head arching back, and Eva gasped with pleasure: then he was off again, slowly at first, till she was moaning beneath him; then faster, faster, thumping into the lovely naked body, driving his finger up into her arse hole, probing deeply into her mouth with his tongue, till he felt her shuddering beneath him in a second mighty spend. This time he made no effort to resist the rhythmic working of her cunt upon his cock, but plowed even harder into her willing vagina, until he burst into his own orgasm with a strangled cry of triumph. For what seemed an eon, they spent together, their two bodies shuddering in unison as his spunk spurted deep into her womb-
Slowly the storm subsided, and they lay limp and passive, as the pounding of their hearts slowed to a more normal beat. Gerard raised his head, and kissed the pretty American tenderly on her closed eyes: she opened them at his touch, to smile shyly at this new lover who had just fucked her so beautifully, so satisfyingly: he smiled back at her tenderly, and said softly-"Was it good for you, Eva? I felt you come so nicely! " She nodded gravely at him, and whispered-"Oh, Gerard! It was lovely-do me again, my darling. "
"I will, my sweet! " he whispered back "-tomorrow-I must go now-or else I'll get the sack! "
He kissed her softly on the mouth, then withdrew from her unresisting body, both of them catching their breath involuntarily as tired cock left tender cunt. He sponged himself down hastily in Eva's bathroom, and hurried into his clothes: then he planted a last kiss on the beautiful body lying on the bed in well-fucked abandon, promised Eva his undying devotion and a further intimate session the following afternoon, and made his way downstairs to prepare himself for his midnight rendezvous with Claire-
As soon as he was back in his office, he rang through to the telephone-room and told the operator he was feeling unwell-would she very much mind if the indicator was switched through to her for the rest of the shift? Having gained a free hour by this ruse, Gerard locked his door, set his wrist-watch alarm to 11: 45 p. m. , and settled down for an hour's restoring sleep-
CHAPTER 4
The fourth floor was quiet and deserted as Gerard walked softly over to the big double doors of Claire's suite. As she had promised, the door was unlocked: he slipped inside, and turned the key behind him.
He found himself in a big sitting-room, luxuriously furnished: one discreet standard lamp, well shaded, had been left burning to light his path. Over in the far wall a door was standing ajar, with light streaming out from the room beyond: he could hear a bedside radio playing softly, and he knew that on the other side his blonde employer was waiting for him. For a moment, he felt a spasm of resentment, that he should be ordered to her bedroom, like some slave in Ancient Rome: then he smiled to himself, reflecting that in a few minutes' time he would be the master, she the slave-
The slight click of the key turning in the lock had alerted Claire to his presence. "Who's there?" she called softly. "Gerard. "
"Come in--. "
She was sitting on her bed like a beautiful blonde doll: and Gerard caught his breath at her loveliness, as she sat there looking at him with a wicked little smile on her exquisite face. She was wearing a silk pajama suit of baby-blue, so sheer that he could almost see through it: the top was secured only with a girdle, and owing to her position-she was bending slightly forward from the waist, supporting herself with arms outstretched to either side-the lapels had slipped back onto her shoulders, so that almost half of the full firm breasts was revealed to his fascinated gaze. He felt a terrible urge to step forward and pull the jacket further open, so that he could see her two nipples: and he was almost shocked by the sudden realization that within minutes he would be doing that-and more, much more-
For a long moment he stood motionless in the doorway, holding her blue eyes in his gaze: then he stepped swiftly to the side of the bed and took her hand in his, to kiss the soft smooth flesh inside her fore-arm from wrist to elbow and back to wrist again: Then he used his other hand to spread two of her fingers wide, and darted his tongue with rapid little stabs into the apex of the V thus formed, in obvious symbolism. Claire drew her breath in with a hiss, and a shudder ran through her magnificent torso-and Gerard knew that his pretty mistress was no stranger to the gamahuche . He shivered at the thought of the blonde treasures hidden by the pajama trousers, which would soon be lying wide open and defenseless beneath his probing tongue.
He drew himself to his full height beside the bed and said, with mock formality-"M. Delormier presents his compliments to Mme. Claire, and wishes her to know that he finds her very, very beautiful! " She smiled at the somewhat corny compliment, and said prettily-"Why, thank you, darling! " Then she patted the bed beside her. "Now get those stupid clothes off, and come up here to me-"
Gerard divested himself of his clothing without delay: at the pit of his stomach was the familiar feeling that always came over him when he was about to fuck a beautiful woman-a feeling of tense awareness, as though some incredibly strong animal had awakened and was flexing its muscles preparatory to leaping on its prey-
When he had stripped down to his underpants which ill concealed his huge throbbing cock. Standing, he turned to Claire and held her gaze with his while his hands went slowly to the girdle of her jacket. She was breathing very quickly through parted lips as the thin silk rustled off her shoulders in Gerard's insistent hands: then she gave a little moan of desire as his head swooped down onto one of the firm ivory breasts, and the rosy nipple disappeared between his lips. He felt the little bud of flesh swell into hardness under his tongue: and now Claire was writhing in pleasure, her golden head flung back, as the wave of sensation began to build up in her body. "Oh yes, darling! Yes! Yes! " she whispered through clenched teeth: and her hands came up to stroke the dark head nuzzling at her throbbing breast. She whimpered a little protest when Gerard raised his mouth from the stiff coral nipple. He smiled at her reassuringly: then one brawny arm went round behind the slim naked shoulders: his head came up to hers, and he kissed her firmly on her parted lips, thrusting forward purposefully till Claire lay back perforce against the circling arm-to find herself lowered gently to the surface of the bed, with Gerard's mouth still warm and urgent on her own.
Again the big body shifted above her: his arm was out from under her shoulders now: she shuddered in delight as the probing tongue switched without warning to the sensitive recesses of her ear: then her breath came in with a little hiss as the strong hands went to her waist, and she felt the cord of her pajamas being undone. Almost involuntarily, she raised her hips-
The thin blue silk rustled gently to the floor, to be joined an instant later by Gerard's underpants Gerard straightened up, to feast his eyes on the treasures he had uncovered. Claire lay there, naked, unashamed, a little smile on her half-opened lips as she offered herself freely to his gaze. The dark head came down upon the gold in a long fierce kiss that sent their tongues fencing urgently against each other: then Gerard broke away, to commence a tour of inspection of the slim white body he was about to fuck. He smiled inwardly at Claire's low moan when his tongue flicked maddeningly at the two coral nipples of her firm ivory breasts: then his head moved down. Claire shuddered uncontrollably as the red arrow stabbed gently into her navel-once-twice-thrice: her hips twisted as she felt desire spring more fiercely within her loins. The head moved down, the warm lips skimming lightly over the soft flesh of her lower belly: and now Gerard was nuzzling at her golden bush, setting her afire with lips and teeth and tongue, biting and tugging gently at the little golden curls and moving lower-always lower. Involuntarily, the long slim legs moved apart in the age-old gesture of the Female preparing herself for coupling with the Male-
At her movement, Gerard's head came up: he stepped swiftly towards the foot of the bed, and clasped one slim ankle in each hand: then he leant over, and spread his hands out wide, so that Claire found herself being opened into a shameless revealing V. When the legs would go no further, Gerard drew Claire's feet up towards her body, till her knees were slightly bent. As his head went down, Claire whispered urgently-"Yes! Suck me, darling! Suck me hard! ": the need for release was building up within her, and she knew that this big new lover would make her spend deliriously: she felt herself go moist as she imagined his powerful rod reaming her willing vagina-Ah, but she would make him come, squeezing him tight in her soft passage, till he could come no more!
She gasped as his teeth nipped gentry at the soft flesh inside her thigh, half-way between knee and hip. A second little bite followed, half an inch further up the slim quivering thigh: then a third-a fourth. Claire found herself panting with lust as the maddening little nips made their way slowly towards her open cunt, now moist and trembling. The twelfth bite was right in the tender hollow at the very top of the outspread thigh: and she knew that she must scream if there was a thirteenth, for it must fall right on the eager, fleshy Hp itself. Instead, there was a creak as Gerard mounted the bed. He moved swiftly across the vibrant naked body, to kneel facing her hips: then once again his head came down, and Claire bit back a groan of pleasure as the sharp teeth planted another mounting ladder of love-bits up her other smooth white thigh. Her hand went out, seeking blindly for the big prick she had seen as Gerard crossed her body: but his kneeling position hid it from her, and she was still scrabbling impotently at his rib cage when his pointed tongue drove down into her open cunt-
Gerard grinned with satisfaction as the slim hips jerked violently under the probing contact of his tongue-. He nibbled gently at the soft plumpness of an outer hp: Claire's hips writhed and twisted underneath him, so that her moist cunt was abruptly snatched away from his mouth. Two more abortive efforts showed him he would never be able to complete his gamahuche unless the blonde beauty's freedom of movement were curtailed. He straightened up, to pivot on one knee and throw the other over her body, so that now he was kneeling astride her, facing her feet: then he moved back until he was correctly placed to gamahuche her in 69 position. As he had surmised, Claire well knew what was in store for her, and the thought of being tongued into orgasm seemed to set her afire: for she broke into a sort of purring growl, at the back of her throat, and started running her finger-nails in 'claws' up and down Gerard's broad back-
When he bent forward to her open crotch, she gave a little cry of triumph as his change of position revealed his big stiff prick and massive balls; and within the instant her two hands were busy mastering his new defenseless prey. Then she moaned, in a high quavering 'Oooh! ' as Gerard's strong arms levered her legs back, till she was doubled up in classic 'deep 69' position, with her thighs locked powerless to move beneath his massive shoulders, and her pretty cunt spread wide and defenseless just below his mouth. The parting of her golden fleece had revealed the red button of her clitoris: Gerard flicked it, almost lovingly, with his tongue-her loins jerked violently, but in her position of submission she could not escape: slowly, deliberately, the pointed tongue came down again onto the sensitive naked button-and this time a strong firm finger slipped purposefully inside the hot recesses of the helpless open vagina-
Claire moaned ecstatically at this intrusion, and she felt her inner juices start to flow. Without conscious volition, she brought the big red knob of Gerard's prick down to her mouth. It was his turn to jump as the soft lips brushed over the sensitive skin of his glans: then her mouth closed over the head of his cock, and he felt himself shudder as her tongue slid to and fro across it. He grinned to himself, knowing that his earlier session with Eva had slowed him down: he was quite confident that he could make Claire come before he did-for her juices were flowing freely now, and her open emit looked red and swollen: Gerard judged that she was ready to profit fully from a long, thorough orgasm
-he withdrew his finger swiftly from the depths of her vagina: then, without warning, or hesitation, he plunged it firmly into the trim brown rosette of Claire's arsehole. She had been in no wise anticipating any such attack, and her muscles were almost completely untensed: thus his penetration-aided as it was by the slippery secretion coating his finger-went unopposed up to the second knuckle of the intruding finger before Claire reacted with a frantic jerk of her loins and a sudden desperate squeeze at the big cock half hidden in her mouth. But, pinioned as she was under Gerard's strong shoulders, she could not escape: and now, to complete her torment, she felt a powerful thumb slide slowly into her cunt, replacing the finger now lodged firmly in her arsehole-and then the delicious torture commenced, as Gerard started massaging the thin membrane separating her two passages, kneading it firmly between his intruding thumb and forefinger.
When the pointed tongue resumed its task of stabbing delicately at her naked clitoris, Claire knew her resistance could not be long maintained. She worked desperately at the big prick in her mouth: it was hard as iron-surely she could make it come together with herself? But her own fast-approaching climax made her realize, with a delicious little shiver of apprehension, that this first time she must come alone-and that her powerful lover would preserve his reservoir of strength untapped-while she herself would be weakened by her coming spend. The thought of the ecstasies in store when finally his big prick went reaming deep into her cunt was blotted out by the ever-growing wave of sensation that went spiraling out from the centre of her being, whirling her up and around onto a plane where sight and sound had vanished, and only feeling remained-feeling that grew more and more intense till everything dissolved into a shower of golden stars and there was the long glorious ride down from the heights with the delicious electric thrill permeating every fibre of her body-
Gerard's eyebrows went up in delighted surprise at the fierceness of the orgasm shaking the blonde-bushed loins trapped beneath his arms. The whole surface of Claire's cunt was writhing and twitching in rhythmic cadence, and her twin holes bit regularly at his intruding fingers as she spent. He felt his own loins grow hot and heavy: to avoid going over the edge himself, he raised his hips off Claire's body, thus drawing his swollen prick from her mouth. The removal of the big fleshy gag allowed Claire to give vocal expression to her sensations as her magnificent spend ran its course: and for a while the bedroom resounded with her gasping 'Aaahs! ' and 'Ooohs! ' of ecstasy-
At last the twitching quim lay still, all brimming with her internal juices: Gerard withdrew his hand from her two holes-causing her to draw in her breath in a great sobbing hiss and wiped her tenderly with a hand-towel from her night-table. Then he stretched out along the slim white body-now flushed pink, and damp with perspiration-and took his panting mistress in his arms. Slowly her breathing returned to normal: she sighed deeply: then the blue eyes opened, to gaze into his: she smiled at him affectionately, and made a little 'Mm-mm! ' of appreciation-then she snuggled closer into his embrace, shut her eyes with a tired little sigh of happiness, and lay there motionless-
For the moment, Gerard was content to let her he, while he reviewed progress in his new love-affair. His blonde employer was a delightfully lustful little piece in the privacy of her own bedroom that was self-evident! . Her orgasm appeared to be a suitably exhausting affair: and he looked forward to the feel of her hot cunt bucking and twisting on his raping prick. So far, so good: but had she yet acknowledged him as her master? . He suspected she still regarded herself as in control of their liaison'-and there, my dear Mme. Claire, you are in error! ' he said to himself. 'As you will shortly see. We need to have you crawling on your belly to beg for more, my dear! What we do not need is to have you lying at your ease, with cobwebs growing in your great fat cunt, you idle slut! '-
Quietly, without disturbing her too openly, he began to arrange her inert body. He himself was lying half on his back, half on his right side: now he turned her into the same position with her back towards him, so that their two bodies fitted together like a pair of nesting spoons: he tucked his rigid prick out of harm's way, so that it ran along the soft valley between her buttocks. Carefully, he insinuated his two legs between her own, his movement forcing them somewhat apart: His right arm went under her blonde head, and down over her right shoulder: he smiled with satisfaction as he found the coral nipple of her right breast was just within his grasp. Then his legs went into action-the lower left leg bent from the knee, and the foot came out and down again, so that Claire's left leg was trapped underneath: then the right foot moved over, toes spread wide and questing for the slim right ankle of his unsuspecting victim: his big foot found its target, and clamped down upon it-
Slowly, Gerard spread his legs. Claire came out of her reverie with a startled gasp as she felt herself being spread into a wide V until the tendons stood out at her open crotch and the lips of her swimming cunt opened with a little kissing sound. She found her left arm was hopelessly trapped between their two tight-pressed bodies: and now her right arm was doubled back at the elbow so that her hand was on her shoulder, and Gerard's strong forearm was pressing down firmly, so that she could not move it. As his thumb and forefinger pincered down onto her nipple, she opened her mouth in protest: she wished to rest, not wrestle! -but his mouth came down on hers, and she felt his urgent tongue invading her insistently-
Gerard's left hand came up in front of Claire's startled blue eyes; as she watched, it formed a pointing fist, with the long fore-finger projecting in almost menacing fashion: then the hand reversed itself in mid-air, so that the finger was pointing away, down her body: then it moved away, quite slowly. Her eyes widened in sudden awareness, and Gerard felt her cry of protest explode into his mouth: then the pointing forefinger had landed in the golden bush, and was walking down, gently, inexorably, towards the defenseless little red button that was its prey-
Claire felt a delicious mixture of horror and fascination as she realized what was about to happen to her. One part of her was furious with Gerard for his impertinence in subjecting her to such an ordeal: another part welcomed the degradation of her body with almost sensual pleasure-the thought suddenly flashed through her mind that it would be very sexy, before being fucked by Gerard, to be made to kneel and lick his arsehole, hands tied behind her back, while someone strapped her bare buttocks till they were an angry red-
The forefinger reached its target: and soon the panting, sweating blonde was beyond all conscious thought as the sensation spiraled upwards once again. Her tongue exploded into Gerard's mouth, and within the limits of her spread position she thrust her open cunt upwards almost hungrily, as she sought ever closer contact with the probing finger-
She was growling at the back of her throat when the shower of golden stars started falling again: Gerard could feel the writhing of her muscles under his left forearm as it lay along her stomach, down across the golden bush, to where his cruel forefinger was methodically raping the helpless clitoris-
At the very end, her right leg broke loose from under the restraining ball of his foot, to thrash wildly in the air as she jerked rhythmically in her spend. Gerard had no difficulty in following the now freer movements of the writhing pelvis: and his finger remained firmly in contact with the little red button, all swimming in the warm juices being pumped out by the shuddering, spending blonde-
CHAPTER 5
"Oh, you beast! "-the tone was reproachful: but the soft look belied the words. Claire was lying in naked abandon, more or less as her orgasm had left her: Gerard found her very beautiful, as he sat beside her, leaning over the flushed perspiring body. "Nonsense! " he said firmly. "You loved it: I know you loved it: and you know you loved it-so don't try and kid yourself-or me! And pretty soon, I'm going to fuck you the way you ought to be fucked-and you're going to love that too--! "
Claire's eyes widened: she started to tell herself that this was hardly the tone to be expected from one who was, after all, merely an employee-but suddenly the sense of horrid fascination flooded over her again, and in her mind's eye she saw the strap descending on her smarting buttocks as her tongue drove deep into her master's arsehole-there was an intolerable emptiness in her loins, which cried out to be filled. In a flash, she realized two new things-first, that she was ever so slightly afraid of Gerard, in some indefinable way: and second, that she actually enjoyed her tiny fear-
"Yes, darling! " she said submissively: and the blue eyes fell before his long searching gaze.
Gerard sensed the sudden docility of her mood, and smiled inwardly to see the pretty blonde falling slowly but surely under his domination: the Hotel Paradiso really was going to be a first-class establishment-at least from his own personal point of view. He pulled Claire into a sitting position, then lay down beside her-"So get me ready for you! " he said to her with a meaning grin. She looked at him hesitantly: then, slowly, her lips parted, and her red pointed tongue appeared. "Yes, that is the idea! " Gerard murmured approvingly, pulling her head down to his for a quick open-mouthed kiss: then he lay back, and put his arms under his head so that he could see along the length of his body-
Slowly, Claire's golden head moved down the big muscular body: the open mouth lingered briefly in the hollows below the collar-bones while the pointed tongue darted nervously onto Gerard's warm flesh, savoring the salty taste of his perspiration: then it passed to the flat breasts, to nibble gently at the tiny male nipples. Claire exulted in the sudden revelation that a loving tongue could bring stiffness to a man's nipples no less than to a woman's. She bit softly at the thatch of hair on the broad chest, and ran her fingertips lightly over Gerard's exposed armpits: then the probing moved on down to the shallow well of her lover's navel-
Gerard shivered with pleasure as exploring fingers moved on ahead, to toy with the crisp black curls of his bush. A thumb and forefinger encircled the thick base of his rigid prick, the remaining fingers reaching down to tease gently at the hairy wrinkled surface of his scrotum: then the soft mouth moved down. Instinctively, he spread his legs, so that her task might be more thoroughly executed: and again he shivered as the pointed tongue stabbed at the soft flesh at the very top of the inside thigh, now on this side, now on that: then the flat of the tongue was licking methodically over his scrotum-
At last Claire turned her attention to the big standing prick. The red tongue shuttled up and down from base to head, now darting feather-light little stabs at the sensitive under-side, now larding the whole surface in a long never-ending slobbering kiss. The stiff cock grew iron-hard: and Gerard could feel the spunk boiling in his balls-
Now it was the turn of the knob itself: and here the pretty blonde surpassed herself, working on ? e super-sensitive surface of the glans, with tongue, lips, and little nibbles from her teeth, till Gerard felt himself ready to burst-
Suddenly, he knew the time had arrived for him to fuck the slim white body of his mistress. He sat up swiftly and jumped off the bed: Claire found herself seized in two powerful hands, twisted round, and flung down onto her back: then she was dragged to the edge of the bed, feet first, till her buttocks were at the very edge. The strong hands at her ankles came up, and were spread wide: her long slim legs followed suit, perforce: then the hands moved down, as Gerard bent forward down the hips. Claire gasped in alarm as she found herself being doubled up, her legs wide-spread so that her thighs lay along the side of her body. In this position, her abdomen bulged out a little, and her open cunt was mercilessly displayed: she shuddered as she felt the hard prick stab blindly at the golden bush and along the tight curve between her parted buttocks: then Gerard's right hand released its hold, to seize her left arm by the wrist. Before she could make a move, her arm had been brought in across the back of her knee, so that she herself was pinioning her own leg in its shameless doubled-back position: then the other arm was treated in the same way: and finally her two wrists were brought together to be pinioned in one of Gerard's big hands-so that he was mastering her with this one hand, trussed up like a chicken, with her sexual parts thrust boldly out as if inviting the coming rape-
Gerard grinned impishly at the startled face with its big blue eyes: he ran his tongue slowly over his lips, and said softly-"Darling Claire! Am I ever going to fuck you now! ! " . He bent forward and kissed her on the mouth: despite herself, she found her tongue joining battle furiously with his: and she knew that down below she was soft and moist and ready to be fucked. His free hand went down, and she cried out as she felt his fingers run slowly down her gaping slit, spreading smoothing, making ready. Then she shivered violently, as the big mushroom head was presented at the mouth of her vagina-
The depth and intensity of Gerard's entry into her cunt startled Claire, so that she cried out: her whole body twitched, and the play of the long taut muscles on the backs of her thighs rippled along Gerard's rib-cage as he strained deeply into her helpless body. He started a slow, gentle pumping that sent the big prick reaming in and out with maddening effect: and now Claire found that her wide-open position had bared her clitoris, so that at the end of every stroke his crisp bush butted up against the little naked button with electrifying intensity, as though she were being massaged with steel wool. Gerard felt the lust rising within him: his fuck with Eva had slowed him down nicely, so that he was in no danger of coming prematurely: yet he was sufficiently aroused to be able to discharge without undue delay-
Beneath him, Claire rolled her eyes from side to side as the tension in her cunt grew steadily greater: she was answering Gerard's thrusts now with counter-thrusts of her own: and each time the black bush thudded home against the gold there was that electric thrill in her clitoris, which she knew must soon undo her and have her shuddering and moaning in her third orgasm of the evening. She jerked her shoulders from side to side, so that her rigid nipples might scrape across the mat of hair on his broad chest-
Gerard grinned with satisfaction as the beautiful naked body writhed and twisted underneath him: in his position of deep penetration, her every movement was translated into a delicious titillation of the sensitive surface of his glans: and he knew that when he came, this would be an orgasm to remember. He moved his loins slightly, so that a little circular twist was imparted to the strokes that were reaming Claire's body, and was rewarded by a gasp from the open mouth clamped firmly on his own-
The hot vagina was twitching now, grasping convulsively at his invading prick: and he knew that Claire's orgasm could not be long delayed: her juices were flowing in profusion, and he could feel that she had leaked all down his thighs. He made a mental note to have her lick him clean after the fuck was completed.
Now Claire was spiraling: her eyes no longer registered a picture on her brain, her ears were deaf to the labored panting breaths and the slap of wet bodies driving furiously together. All she could do was feel; and suddenly she felt that if she could not find release from the intolerable tension in her cunt, then she must surely die. There was a hot spurting at her womb that sent tremors racing over her body: then the shower of golden stars fell across her consciousness, and she went down-down-down, spending gloriously, with the muscles of her thighs and stomach contracting and relaxing in rhythmic cadence, and the walls of her streaming cunt biting ceaselessly at Gerard's big spurting cock-
Above her, Gerard groaned and shuddered as he came: he felt he was literally dissolving under the intensity of the monster orgasm shaking him from head to foot-his spunk was leaving him in great hot jerking spurts, saliva was running freely from his mouth into Claire's beneath him, and the sweat was pouring off him all over his body-
Slowly, the joint rut drew to its close: the gasping grunts dwindled to panting sighs, the racing hearts slowed to a normal beat. Gerard withdrew from Claire's body, and the lovers stretched out exhausted on the bed, lying peacefully in each other's arms.
CHAPTER 6
Gerard smiled with satisfaction as Claire's blonde head came up from inside his parted thighs . He had demonstrated to her with his own tongue that the sticky love-secretions were not difficult to clean away: and for long minutes he had held the beautiful body wide open beneath him in 'deep 69' position, while he licked the powder-white deposits off Claire's slim nervous thighs, grinning with pleasure to find that a sly flick of the tongue on the exposed clitoris could still make his pretty mistress leap like a startled fawn beneath his restraining arms-
Then, without a word, he had arranged his own body conveniently for her to repay the service on himself, and had simply pulled the golden head down onto his groin as though this were the essential and universally-accepted aftermath of a successful fuck. Claire had raised no objections, and had licked away with a will, till prick and balls and inner thighs were clean once more.
He drew her into his arms, and they lay peacefully in a delicious post-fuck lassitude, playing idly with each other's body. Gerard had one hand deep between Claire's legs, his fingers gently tickling the warm soft crack between her buttocks. She was holding his prick erect with one hand, rolling the limp glans to and fro deliriously between thumb and forefinger, while her other hand was cupped around his balls-
Suddenly a bellow of pain split the air, and Gerard's body doubled up like a jack-knife, his hands flying to his groin. Without warning, Claire had squeezed him viciously, grinding his testicles together in most painful fashion. As the pain receded, he saw that she was watching him with an impish smile on her pretty face: then she gave a little silvery laugh, pointed a mocking finger at him, and jeered. "Caught you, didn't I?" Speechless with sudden rage, he sat up and shot his arms out, catching the slim naked body by the shoulders. Before Claire could utter a cry, she found herself up-ended and thrown face-down across his lap: one big leg was swung up across the backs of her thighs, pinning her legs so that she could only move them ineffectually below the knees: then Gerard's strong hands mastered her flailing arms, twisting them together behind her back so that he could hold both wrists immobile half-way up her back in his big left hand: then his hand pressed down-down, so that her torso was forced down onto the surface of the bed: and suddenly Claire realized that the highest point of her body was now her naked quivering butt, and that it was being offered, defenseless, to the tender mercies of Gerard's strong right hand-
Even as the wail of fear broke from her lips, she knew deep down inside her that she would enjoy the punishment he was about to give her. Her secret vision was being enacted in reality-she was about to be beaten on the naked butt-and surely Gerard would fuck her afterwards! -all that was missing was for her to lick his arsehole: she drew her breath in with a hiss as she imagined the sharp tang as her tongue pushed in. beyond his sphincter-
Gerard's eyes glittered as he raised his right hand high above the smooth white buttocks: then-'Crack! Crack! '-a broad red splotch appeared on each quivering globe: he grinned as Claire's two cries of pain were muffled in the bed-clothes at his left. The naked body jerked convulsively on his lap, and he felt his prick rising urgently between his slightly-parted legs, till the head was arrested by Clair's trembling crotch. His hand was stinging with the force of his two blows, and he knew that the soft globes of the helpless girl on his lap must feel as though he had seared them with a blow-torch. He ran his tongue over his lips, remembering how the soft flesh had sunk down beneath his hand, only to spring back trembling like a jelly and ready for further punishment.
'Crack! Crack! '-Claire screamed into the bedclothes as the two new blinding stabs of pain crashed home onto her quivering butt. Her hips jerked and twisted as she struggled desperately to free herself: but she was effectively mastered by the big leg across her two thighs, and the strong left hand holding her arms in their painful doubled-back position. She cursed herself bitterly for her folly in attempting to dominate her big strong lover-had he not been showing her, almost from the moment of his entry to her room, that he would play the dominant role in their relationship? All along, he had been giving unmistakable signs of his slightly sadistic urge to dominate her body in fashions bordering on the cruel-as when he had held her open in the 'splits' and frigged her into orgasm; and again, when he had immobilized her body before fucking her. Now-too late-she regretted her rash attack on Gerard's balls: when her poor butt had been properly punished, she would do expiation-she would suck his arsehole, and he would forgive her-
'Crack! Crack! '-the whole surface of the lovely butt was now an exciting red all over. Gerard had a sudden urge to stroke the hot surface: and he put his hand down into the narrow cavern where thigh met buttock. To his delighted surprise, his fingers encountered a warm moistness, and Claire moaned at his touch but not in pain or fear. He released her, and swung her up in his arms till their two mouths met in a long searing kiss: then he whispered in her ear"On your hands and knees, darling! -and I'll kiss the place and make it well! " Claire did as she was bid: and again she felt the odd, disturbing 'gut-thrill' as he altered her position-pulling her knees further apart, then moving her arms out from underneath her, so that her torso rested on her shoulders-thus cocking her butt right up in the aira position which he accentuated by making her hollow her back, so that she was offering him her cunt and arsehole wide-spread, in complete and shameless abandon-
Then his tongue was upon her-all over her two scarlet globes, down her throbbing slit, into the trim rosette of her arsehole-everywhere, soothing, prodding exciting, till she was literally a twitch with lust, and gasped throatily-"Oh God! Do me again, darling, please! " Gerard drove his tongue deep into her arsehole, and flicked his fingers against her sensitive clitoris, so that eyes rolled in their sockets: then he rose, panting, his big prick standing rigid half-way up his stomach-
Claire watched wide-eyed as he jumped from the bed and bustled round the roomAU the cushions from her chaise lounge were added to the pillows of the bed to make a little sloping pyramid: her pier-glass was pulled over to the foot of the bed and set, with glass tilted slightly downwards, to reflect the surface of the bed itself-: and finally Gerard rejoined her, bearing the jar of cold cream from her dressing-table-
He made her kneel facing the mirror, down towards the foot of the bed: then he lay down with his back against the pile of cushions, and her legs between her parted knees. With horrid clarity, Claire saw what was about to happen: she looked round at him in startled apprehension-but he nodded reassuringly and whispered-"Don't worry, darling! You're going to love it! " Then his strong hands were at her body, bending her down and forward till her shoulders were on the edge of the bed itself, and once again her cunt and arsehole were thrust out impudently behind. She shuddered as she felt the coldness of the cream being packed into her arsehole: then her shoulders were lifted from the surface of the bed, and Gerard was whispering-"Now sit back gently-slowly, now! "-
She cried out as the big firm knob pressed against her tight arsehole; he met her whimper of distress with a reassuring "Push out! -just as if you were on the restroom--! "-and to her surprise, he was up inside her, with only minor discomfort. Again there was the 'gut-thrill' of horrid fascination as she watched the face of the blonde in the mirror-noting, almost with surprise, the sudden twinge of pain that crossed the pretty face as Gerard's hands on her shoulders drove her butt down another inch upon his big stiff prick-and again an inch-and now she could feel the tickling of his crisp black bush within her crack, and knew that he had buggered her to the hilt.
A strong arm came round the front of the slim white body in the mirror, and one firm breast vanished under a big hand. Claire found herself pulled backwards till she was sitting vertically, her back pressed firmly against Gerard's broad chest. She was now kneeling upright, and 'sitting on her heels,' as it were-except for the fact that Gerard's loins were interposed, so that she was actually sitting on his pelvis, with his prick buried deep in her arsehole.
Then Gerard himself bent backwards. Claire cried out in alarm as she was stretched back under the pull of the circling arm: but there was no real discomfort in her odd position. She looked down her body between the two hillocks of her breasts: she could see that in the mirror the pretty blonde had bent back-likewise: and the shift in position had opened her crotch to the limit, so that under the golden bush the crimson cunt gaped wide. The mirror-Claire was also, very obviously, enjoying the way the big thumb and forefinger were teasing the rigid nipple of her breast: Claire could hear her cooing gasps of pleasure as the sensation mounted in naked body. Then another hand came round, at the mirror-Claire's crotch: she leapt in startled ecstasy as the forefinger started its frig of the exposed clitoris-
Gerard was in the seventh heaven of delight as Claire mounted slowly up the ladder of pleasure, her well-smacked butt impaled firmly on his prick. He grinned as one slim hand came up almost unconsciously to the other breast and started kneading the little coral nipple in harmony with the teasing of his own thumb and forefinger on the other side. Then Claire's other hand was at her crotch, on top of his-not, he noted with satisfaction, in any attempt to remove the raping finger, but rather to push his hand down harder into the open centre of her being. His other hand left her breast, and moved down to imprison the importuning hand below: then slowly, carefully, without alarming her or breaking the rhythm of his maddening frig, he manipulated her fingers so that they made a loosely-pointing fist, which he then insinuated gently under his own steadily working hand. Finally, his object was achieved: he was now frigging Claire's clitoris with her own forefinger. The spare hand returned to its previous task of teasing the stiff coral nipple: and the delicious frig continued, while Claire watched the naked girl in the mirror slowly writhing her way towards her orgasm-
Tentatively Gerard slackened his hold of Claire's hand-to his delight, she continued to frig herself mechanically. He released her hand completely: the frig went on unchanged. He set his fingers to the task of tickling lightly up and down the insides of her parted, quivering thighs.
Claire felt herself mounting steadily towards the place where the golden stars were waiting. The big prick up her arsehole was exciting her terribly: when she twitched her muscles, the presence of the hard rod inside her sent electric thrills all over her lower belly. Also, it was fascinating to watch the pretty blonde with the staring blue eyes frigging herself steadily in the mirror: the slim white body was in constant shivering motion now: the red cunt had swollen, and was all glistening with moisture. Claire could hear her moaning, too: she must be nearly there-
Then sight and sound were blotted out, and there was only the long fall down-down-down, and the golden stars sending their delicious thrills all through her throbbing body-
Gerard drew his breath in with a hiss as the slim body exploded into orgasm, and the firm elastic ring started dancing merrily on his intruding prick. The picture in the mirror was almost unbearably exciting-the white columns of the thighs jerking and shuddering, with above them the open quim, working furiously in its spend, with the girl's inner juices being pumped out in profusion to seep down her crack, around the base of his prick, and so onto the surface of his loins.
For a moment, he thought the warm pulsing tube of her rectum must frig him into orgasm-. He fought against the impulse, reminding himself that he was tired after spending twice already that same evening, recalling the pain of Claire's hand closing over his balls-anything that would serve to blunt his lust. He managed to hold out, by a supreme effort of will-power: and when the panting blonde struggled slowly back from her private world of ecstasy, limp, weak, and quivering with fatigue, she found to her dismay that the big stiff bar of flesh was still planted deep inside her arsehole-She made one brief, abortive attempt to free herself, bringing her two hands to Gerard's circling arm in an effort to lift it away: but her big tormentor dealt almost contemptuously with the feeble mutiny-. Her torso was pushed up for a few seconds: the two slim arms were captured, mastered, crossed behind her back: then the circling arm came firmly round her slim struggling body again, forcing her back onto Gerard's broad chest and effectively immobilizing her arms between their two bodies. For one brief moment, she had a glimpse of the mirror-Claire's white body, naked, vulnerable, waiting-Then a strong hand forced her head round, and Gerard's open mouth was pressed firmly down onto her own. She screamed soundlessly as she felt the probing finger on her clitoris once more-
Gerard tensed his buttock muscles experimentally and cocked his pelvis, in an attempt to establish just how deeply he could ream the twitching rectum when the time came. He found that though his travel was restricted to about an inch, this was more than enough to set the tormented white body leaping as the big rod plumbed the sensitive passage-Deliberately, he imparted a quivering motion to his loins, and stepped up the pressure of his finger on the naked red button swimming in the juices of Claire's impending orgasm-
She was literally weeping with the intensity of her emotion when she came-The flushed body went absolutely rigid, while a man might count as far as five: then she shivered all over, with increasing violence: then-thump! thump! thump! thump! -she was coming in urgent cadence, her tight ring biting at Gerard's prick, and her mouth writhing under his. The firm breasts bounced merrily as she shuddered in the ecstasy of her spend: and Gerard was hard put to it to hold the vibrant body still: for now his own muscles were seized with the paralysis of imminent ejaculation, and he could feel his cock swelling in its intimate warm sheath-all his being was slowly being concentrated into the sensitive pyramid of flesh buried high up the blonde beauty's writhing well-smacked butt-The thought of the punishment he had inflicted on the smooth, firm, white buttocks triggered off his orgasm-As his prick burst into its delicious discharge, his big hand clutched Claire's sexual quarters like some monstrous claw: then he drove the spending girl by main force up and down his spurting prick till she felt her twitching arsehole must be turning inside out-
At last the magnificent buggery drew to a close: and Gerard eased the tired perspiring body off his own, to he panting on the bed, oozing copiously from cunt and arsehole. Neither of the two lovers had any thought save that of sleep-Claire had had four monster orgasms, all of them in some form of tiring 'forced' position, while Gerard had come three times that night-It was now 3 a. m. : and after a whispered consultation with his pretty mistress, he set his wrist-watch alarm for 5 o'clock, and both lovers fell instantly into a sleep of deep exhaustion.
Gerard leapt up with a start: he had been sleeping on his back with his arms behind his head: and the insistent ringing of his alarm had sounded right in his ear-
He felt deliciously fucked, but his two hours' rest had done him good: and when he looked at the lovely naked body beside him, lying in delightful shameless abandon with arms and legs thrown out haphazardly, he knew that the night's work was not yet ended-. He woke Claire with a sly thrust of his pointed tongue into one pretty little ear, and a firm teasing of a slack nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The blue eyes opened slowly, then widened in recognition: Gerard was happy to note the tiny air of confusion in his blonde mistress' demeanor: they were still far from the 'slave-master' relationship that he was seeking, but there was nothing left now, he felt, of the friendly equality with which their liaison had started-Claire had become the 'Little Girl', and he himself was 'Authority' in her eyes-As if to test his theory, he smiled at her and beckoned slowly with a forefinger: obediently, she rose to her knees, firm ivory breasts bobbing and bouncing in entrancing fashion, and made her way into the proffered circle of his arms-Their mouths met in a hot tonguing kiss: and now their hands were running urgently over each other's body as desire reawakened.
For a while, Gerard amused himself by arranging her naked body in 'plastic poses': and Claire realized with a shock that if their relationship continued-and she knew full well that she would move heaven and earth to ensure that it did continue-she would sooner or later find herself being possessed in the various humiliating positions that Gerard was now showing her-The familiar 'Gut-thrill' seized her as he laid her gently on her back, then spread-eagled her to the widest possible extent: then he made a mock manacle of thumb and forefinger, and 'nipped' her tightly round each wrist and ankle to signify that each limb was firmly bound-Then he stabbed at her open cunt with the head of his rigid prick, to symbolize the raping of her body, before falling forward along the length of her, to knead her breasts and send his tongue deep into her mouth-
For the next position, he laid her on her stomach, again spread-eagled: but this time two folded pillows raised her buttocks high into the air-Again the 'manacles' at wrist and ankle showed that she would be bound: and she shivered in anticipation as his big thumb pressed menacingly against her butt-hole, to symbolize the future buggery-
From this position, he raised her up onto her knees, again nipping her round the ankles to show her she would be held wide-spread in bondage: then he bent her torso sharply forward and down from the hips, and simultaneously backwards from the knees, pulling her arms down underneath her at the same time, as far as they would go, till her wrists lay alongside her ankles-where he 'tied' them firm-Claire moaned as one finger 'whipped' her gently, up the back of one thigh, across the wide-spread butt, down the back of the other quivering thighand then across her gaping cunt: she felt her juices flow as she imagined the reahty, when he would be using her stiff-bristled hairbrush, or her light riding-crop-Then his tongue was in her arsehole, and she knew that this position would end in a deep, thorough buggery-
In his final fantasy, he lay on his back and pulled Claire's body on top of his, face down: her two arms were brought behind her back and 'tied' together, wrist to elbow: then his powerful legs came up between her own, and his two feet hooked round over her slim ankles, so that her legs were under his control: then he moved his legs slowly apart, wider and wider, till she felt herself in danger of splitting up the middle. Then Gerard's strong hands raised her pelvis, and she felt the big knob of his prick groping along her opened quim until it found the yawning hole of her vagina: then she cried out as he slammed her hips back down, so driving the whole length of his prick into her at one blow. He reamed her twice, and she gasped at the sensation of her naked clitoris being battered by the crisp hair of his bush: she knew that when he took her this way in reality, her orgasm would be long, and deep, and very delicious-The 'gut-thrill' intensified as the big finger 'whipped' her up-thrust globes, and Gerard whispered in her ear-"While you're coming, darling--. " Suddenly she felt there could be nothing in the world more beautiful than to be whipped by Gerard as she lay spending on his prick: she shuddered with delight, and sought his mouth with hers, to plunge her tongue deep within him-
For a moment, he returned her caresses: then he withdrew almost reluctantly from her body, shivering in sudden ecstasy as the sensitive skin of his glans rubbed against the mouth of her vagina-. He rolled her gently to one side, so that she lay upon her back: then he turned to face her, raising himself on one elbow so that he could look down at the pretty face. She smiled at him, and whispered," Oh, Gerard! You're so-naughty-and I love it! " . He grinned at her in reply: then he said softly. "Darling, I've had you here-"-his hand went to her cunt, fondling it for a brief moment: "-and I've had you here-"-he parted the cheeks of her butt, and tapped her lightly on the arsehole, so that she jumped in surprise at the sudden invasion--. "Now I'm going to have you here! -"-and his head came down onto hers, long red tongue stuck stiffly out like a spear point stabbing into her mouth. Claire's hands went round his broad naked back, and he felt her lips move under his in some remark that was heard only as a low, appreciative "Mm-mm! "
Swiftly, he reversed his position, till he was straddling her in the classic stance for 69: then he drew her legs up and back and mastered her beneath his arms, so that she was wide-spread and fully open to his gamahuching tongue. He shifted his knees slightly, to drop his hips down closer to the pretty face-
Claire watched the big prick swing nearer to her lips: she could have taken it into her mouth straight away-as she knew she was meant to-but the sight of Gerard's sharply-curved buttocks just above and beyond the root of the stiff cock brought her 'secret vision' back vividly to her mind. She clasped her arms over the big strong hips, and pulled herself up a little: and now her face was buried in Gerard's crack, and she could smell the exciting, slightly 'gamy' odor of his arsehole-. Her loins went hot and heavy, and the 'gut-thrill' ran through her once again: then her tongue had stabbed into the brown rosette, and his grunt of surprise was music to her ears-
"Two can play at that game! " said Gerard to himself, as he felt the warm tongue invade his butt-hole: he raised himself slightly on his elbows, bent his head down, and flicked delicately with his tongue at the puckered surround of Claire's trim anus, before stabbing in forcefully past her sphincter-
A few minutes of this intimate exercise sufficed to bring both partners to a state of panting lust. Gerard's prick was once more iron-hard in its erection, and twitching ominously; while his blonde mistress' pretty cunt was moist and slippery with her copious secretions. Both seemed to know instinctively that little time was left for 69, before they would be shuddering in ecstasy as they spent into each other's willing mouth-No word was spoken: but their positions shifted slightly, and both naked bodies jerked spasmodically as Gerard's tongue fell urgently on Claire's throbbing clitoris, and her eager mouth engulfed his big red knob, sucking-licking-nibbling at his sensitive glans till he groaned and writhed above her. Nor were their hands idle-each arsehole now sported an impudent finger, buried to the hilt and skillfully teasing the soft walls of the rectum: Claire's other hand was tickling Gerard's big scrotum, while he in turn was playing 'piano exercises' up and down her open cunt, with telling effect-
Claire felt the pressure mounting in her as the maddening massage of her clitoris went on and on-She was spiraling upwards now, and knew that she must soon dissolve into a monster spend. She redoubled her rapid tonguing of the tip of Gerard's twitching knob: one hand was clutched convulsively round the root of the rigid tool, and as she jerked and shivered in the approach to her orgasm, Gerard felt that she was tossing him off deliciously, with tiny, high-speed strokes.
Gerard exploded first, the shattering onset of his orgasm driving him to clutch almost unconsciously at the naked cunt and arsehole underneath his hands-Claire in turn was set off by the double-ended invasion-the hot salty spurts of Gerard's spunk thudding into her mouth above, and the fierce clutching fingers on her sexual parts below: and as she began her urgent swallowing of Gerard's copious flow of semen, it seemed to her that the golden stars were falling in thrilling profusion down her very throat. The two arseholes bit rhythmically at the intruding fingers; and for long minutes the perspiring bodies clung fiercely to each other, shuddering and jerking in the grip of a delicious, exhausting spend-
At last they subsided, panting in satiety: Claire lay limp and still, mouth half-open and eyes staring vacantly into space as she struggled back to the world of reality. She could not recall when she had been so thoroughly possessed before: and her first conscious thought was one of tender gratitude to her big strapping lover, whose tousled head was now pillowed on her weary thighs. Sudden realization of her Freudian slip dawned upon her-'strapping' had another meaning besides 'strong and sturdy'! -and again the 'gut-thrill' flooded over her as she remembered the painful smacking of her buttocks. She smiled a little secret smile, and ran her hand tenderly across Gerard's face.
He woke to find the blue eyes gazing into his own: she blew him a little kiss, and said softly," Come, darling, it's time for you to go! Let's go and have a quick bath-and I'll rub your back for you! " Gerard was no stranger to the delights of a warm bath shared with a lovely naked girl: and he found Claire's gentle ministrations to his tired body extremely pleasant-so much so that when she made him stand with legs apart while she soaped inside his crack and around his genitals, he found his cock beginning to swell and stiffen once again. Claire kissed him gently, right on the end of the sensitive knob: then she said mischievously," Next time I'll have to fuck you a lot harder! Obviously, I haven't satisfied you properly tonight! " . He grinned at her, and made a face of mock anguish. "If you go on like this, darling, you'll kill me! -but what a lovely death--! "
They grew serious as the time for parting drew nearer. Claire smiled tremulously at him and said, quite simply, but in a tone of obvious sincerity, "I have never had such a night of pleasure as you have given me, my darling--. " Gerard felt genuinely touched: he found his voice trembling as he answered, "Thank you! -I too have had a night of exquisite happiness--. " Then, hesitantly, "May I see you again soon?"
A smile of pure happiness suffused her face: she went over to her dressing-table and took a key from the drawer. "There! Whenever you wish, my darling--. " . He kissed her gently and took her in his arms, murmuring," I shall be back as soon as I possibly can-May I ring you here some time this evening? We probably won't be able to talk freely when we meet on duty-you will be Mrne. Claire, the owner, and I'll be your employee once again-and that's the way it should be-when we're downstairs. But when we're here, darling, it's different, isn't it?" Their lips met: and once again their tongues were thrusting furiously, one against the other, till he broke from her with a gasp and hurried out of the room.
Dawn was breaking as he made his way to his own room two floors above. He undressed quickly, and fell onto his bed with a sigh of happy exhaustion-
CHAPTER 7
And so the weeks went by, with Gerard in an almost permanent state of the tired bliss that follows pleasant sex: satisfying the demands of his two willing mistresses was no easy task, and called for careful staff-work on his part. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays were devoted to the delightful Eva Baird: Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays saw him in the bedroom of the beautiful Claire. Sundays he reserved for himself-mainly for reasons of self-preservation! Strong though he was, he found his powers being slowly sapped by the steady program of some twenty orgasms a week: and invariably the Lord's Day saw him barricaded in his room for sixteen hours of sorely-needed sleep. The kitchen staff had grown accustomed to the phenomenal appetite of the new Room Service captain, whose intake of rich sea-food and rare beef-steak was almost unbelievable-Fortunately for Gerard, he was able, with both his pretty mistresses, to substitute a fair amount of orally or manually induced orgasms, thus saving himself, to some extent, from a too-debilitating loss of spunk. The tormented American redhead was often too drunk to notice exactly how her shattering spend had been induced: while the blonde Claire's steady progress along the path of submissive masochism made her less and less anxious to query the actions of The Master-
AU the Delormier charm and ingenuity was needed to keep his two mistresses happy at the same time, and yet to conceal from each the existence of the other. He sensed instinctively that the unhappy and insecure American socialite's self-confidence would be dealt a mortal blow if she discovered that Gerard was not, as she imagined, completely captivated by her charms-Gerard knew that he was, in fact, very good for her in her present state of psychological distress: he had shown her that she could still captivate a desirable male, which was good fof her ego: and he was giving her a lot of physical pleasure, with each partner knowing full well that the main involvement between them was the body, and that no messy emotional entanglement was-likely to occur. Gerard was sorry for the pretty redhead, who appeared more and more, as time went on, to be the classic 'born loser': thus he was relatively gentle with her, allowing her to take the lead in many aspects of their sexual congress-though there were occasions, when Eva was more than half seas over, when his self-control wore thin, and he found himself buggering the tempting arsehole with savage ferocity, or thudding his black bush cruelly against Eva's triangle of auburn curls in some monster fuck, with the long slim legs doubled back at an incredibly revealing angle-
In the case of Claire, Gerard was quite sure that he would be on the street within the hour if she discovered that she was sharing him with Eva. Since his whole career could be involved, there was no doubt in his mind as to the relative importance of his two mistresses-Eva must always take second place to Claire. Irked by this need to consider his every action in the light of how it might affect the pretty blonde, Gerard found compensation in introducing her, in carefully-graded steps, to ever firmer discipline and increasingly humiliating methods of sexual possession-so that when he was with her she found herself almost permanently under the spell of the 'gut-thrill,' and her shattering orgasms were the delicious tokens of surrender, not of triumph. He would grin to himself as he compared the two facets of their relationship-by day, the cool, soignee young hotel-owner, discussing managerial problems with her deferential employee: by night, the naked Blonde Bacchante, moaning
SO her way in ecstasy through a monster spend while The Master turned her white buttocks red with measured strokes of her stiff-bristled hairbrush-
Thus all went well, until one fateful Wednesday. The night before, Claire had felt unwell: and after her first copious spend, she had declared herself unable to continue. Then the next morning Eva had announced the onset of her period. Thus faced with two blank nights, Gerard decided he would surprise his pretty blonde mistress with a 'free supplement,' and give her an unprogrammed night of sex. Midnight saw him on the fourth floor outside her suite, quietly opening the door with his private key: as he stepped inside, he was surprised to hear the sound of voices. For a moment he stood irresolute inside the door, disappointed at this unfortunate turn of events-though he realized he could hardly blame Claire, for this was not one of her appointed nights: he was on the point of taking his departure when he realized that the sounds coming from the bedroom were not those of conversation-Claire and her unknown visitor were indulging in a monumental fuck!
Gerard stole quietly across the darkened sitting-room and flattened himself against the half-open bedroom door. He held his breath, and peered carefully round the edge. To his amazement, the sweating, grunting figure installed firmly between Claire's wide-spread thighs was none other than Pierre, the hotel manager!
Gerard's first thought was to steal silently away and return to his room: but his sense of manhood came to his rescue-he, Gerard Delormier, was hardly the type to creep off with his tail between his legs just because some blonde flibbertigibbet was two-timing him! Also, he had to admit, there was something humorous about the situation, while he had been cheating Claire each Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, she in turn had been cheating him. His agile mind went to work-firstly, if Claire found out about Eva, the consequences need no longer be so grave for him-he could bring up her own little peccadilloes in his defense: secondly, she would shortly find that her Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays were becoming stricter-more severe-more painful. He decided he would whip her with her riding-crop the following evening more severely than he had done so far, so that her white buttocks would carry the marks the next night, when-presumably-Pierre would visit her again: he wondered if she would let him come, and if so, how she would explain the marks-
His next impulse was to burst in on the lovers and confront them: but he soon ruled that out-it would clearly be in the worst of taste, and might also embarrass Pierre-and this he did not wish to do. For no-one could deny that Claire seemed quite happy to be fucked by two different men-himself on Tuesday, and Pierre on Wednesday: but surely the important decision in her mind must have been whether to share her favors or not?-the actual day of the week seemed of little importance. From this, it was but a short step to being fucked by two men on the same day-one in the afternoon, say, and one in the evening?-and from this, might one not hope to persuade the lady that two men in her room at the same time was a logical development? And there one had the makings of a pleasant orgy, with Claire's slim naked body being excitingly sandwiched between her two lovers, with a prick buried deep in either hole. For all this, Pierre's good will must be maintained-therefore he must not be embarrassed at the present moment. Thus, Gerard was content to watch quietly, for the time being-
And indeed, the spectacle made very pleasant watching. A moist, crumpled hand-towel on the floor was mute evidence that the lovers had shared at least one orgasm before Gerard's arrival: and this was borne out by Pierre's slow, steady rate or reaming, quite unlike the bucking, galloping hurly-burly of an opening assault. Claire was moaning softly, eyes closed and head thrown back: her two hands were running urgently up and down Pierre's naked back, and her long legs were wrapped around his body just above his hips; Gerard could tell from the regular see-sawing motion of her crossed feet that she was counter-thrusting with her hips to meet Pierre's rhythmical plumbing of her willing vagina. He thought she looked very beautiful, even when she was being laid by another man: suddenly, he realized that his prick was standing rigid and insistent within his trousers: almost without thinking, he opened his fly, took out his throbbing cock, and began to masturbate into his handkerchief-
Pierre was gasping now as his climax approached: the tempo of his strokes speeded up; obediently, Claire's hips and Gerard's hand followed suit, so that all three maintained the same rhythm. Now Claire started urging Pierre on with fierce, imperious cries, and her hands on his back stiffened into claws which started raking his flesh, till he groaned in pain. His torment was of short duration, however, for within the minute Claire stiffened into orgasm with a raucous cry, and Pierre followed on almost immediately, shuddering violently as he poured his spunk into her pulsing vagina. Gerard himself was affected so strongly by the sight of the two bodies writhing and twisting as they clung fiercely to each other in the ecstasy of their spend, that he wanked himself vigorously at double speed until he exploded into his handkerchief in an electrifying orgasm of delicious intensity-
When the gaspings and groanings had subsided into the sighs of post-coital satisfaction, Gerard was intrigued to hear Pierre almost apologizing to Claire for the time he had taken to achieve his second orgasm: and even more intrigued to hear the brusque tone in which Claire brushed the apologies aside. Realization dawned upon him: the pretty blonde was compensating for the domination which he himself exercised so powerfully over her, by asserting herself as forcefully as she could over the somewhat soft-charactered Pierre. And she was making it clear that this self-assertion, to be complete in all its aspects, must embrace not only the mental relationship, but also the physical: Claire must seek to impose as many sexual 'situations' upon Pierre as his body would permit-even though this would automatically mean that she herself must perform many degrading actions in order to excite the older man: in effect, her congress with Pierre would prove to be no less humiliating for her than that with Gerard-with one significant difference-with Gerard, she abased herself because he wished it: but with Pierre, she accepted her humiliation cheerfully because it formed part of her personal plan of domination-a plan which she instinctively knew to be essential for the preservation of her own psychological balance, and therefore one which must be brought to successful fruition, at all costs-
CHAPTER 8
Gerard watched fascinated as the blonde beauty went purposefully into action. The slim body rose to its knees, and his heart turned over at the unbelievably beautiful poetry of her two firm coral-tipped breasts as they bobbed and swayed with her motion. Then the golden head came down, and Claire's pointed red tongue was stabbing gently at Pierre's navel-and on downwards-down into his thick black bush, and onto the root of his limp, shriveled prick. She changed her position slightly: then one slim hand pulled the shrunken cock to one side, while the other cupped itself under Pierre's slackly-hanging scrotum: her mouth opened wide-and Pierre's body jerked in sudden surprise as his balls were sucked inside the avid mouth, to be kneaded by Claire's cunning tongue, and nibbled gently by her sharp white teeth-
Slowly, the blood started to return to the long soft cock, as Pierre's manhood reawoke under Claire's gentle teasing of his balls. Now she attacked the stiffening prick itself, running her tongue over the sensitive skin of the glans, and imprinting little patterns with her finger-nails down the length of the shaft. She seemed intent on proving the truth of the old adage-'There are no impotent men: there are only lazy women'-and so her efforts were crowned with success: suddenly, Pierre seemed to explode into action. His arms shot out, to grapple with Claire's naked white body: and with a rumbling growl of lust at the back of his throat, he manhandled the pretty blonde by main force till she was straddling him in a kneeling position: then he pulled her firmly down towards him, and thrust his tongue into the depths of her wide-spread, brimming cunt. Claire's head came up in startled surprise, and for a moment she seemed to be staring right into Gerard's eyes as he watched from the darkened doorway: then a look of determination formed on the pretty face, and her head went down again onto Pierre's now upstanding prick-
Gerard found himself thoroughly excited-not merely by the physical aspects of the delightful picture unfolding before his eyes-the pretty young blonde and the handsome middle-aged man engaged intimately in a pulse-quickening 69: but also by the psychological implications of the act. Claire sucking the older man's prick not with any idea of giving him pleasure, but solely that she might bring him to orgasm at her volition, rather than his, and thus 'score one' against him. He took his rigid prick into his hand again, and began to masturbate slowly-
Pierre was now stiff and hard again: and Claire abruptly abandoned the 69-somewhat to his disappointment-to swing round and straddle him in the other direction, with her loins above his. She sat back slowly, both hands at her crotch, one to separate the lips of her vagina and one to guide the big knob within: Gerard heard Pierre's gasp of pleasure as the warm sheath slid down over his prick. Claire bent forward, so that her upper body lay along his: and this new position afforded Gerard a perfect view of her widely-opened crack: at that distance, and with the bed illumined only by the shaded bedside light, it was impossible to distinguish details: but he thought he could make out a brown dot, which must be her puckered arsehole. It would be half-open, in her sharply-bent position, he reflected: and his hand tightened involuntarily at the thought, so that he almost cried out at the exquisite sensation in his throbbing cock.
Now Claire began her dance of lust, impaled on Pierre's stiff prick. Her blue eyes were closed as she worked her loins up and down, occasionally shaking herself vigorously from side to side, and sometimes pausing to contract her muscles and nip Pierre's member between the walls of her cunt. There was no pattern that a man might follow in her movements, and Pierre soon sensed that she meant to have this orgasm for herself alone, and that he would play no part in it, save as a sort of living dildo upon which she would frig herself into ecstasy. The knowledge chilled him: for an instant, he felt the classic insecurity of the older man making love to a younger girl: and his prick started to shrink within Claire's ardent cunt. The blue eyes opened, as if by chance: she smiled a warm, friendly smile at her uncertain lover: then her mouth dropped onto his, and her tongue darted past his lips, reassuring and exciting in its urgent thrusts. She felt the prick stiffen in her body once again, and she thrilled at the knowledge that she could control this mature, intelligent male so easily: she grinned inwardly at the thought of the disappointment she was deliberately preparing for him, when she would come in isolation, leaving him spurned and unrewarded-
She was spiraling upwards now: as her orgasm approached, she drew her loins up till the head of Pierre's cock was at the very portals of her brimming cunt: then she thrust swiftly down, so that the whole length of him was plunged deep within her at one stroke. Three of these super-reams' were sufficient: and now she was falling down-down-down again, with the golden stars sliding voluptuously across her screaming nerve-ends till she felt she must die with the beautiful agonizing pleasure of her spend-
Gerard found himself maddened almost beyond bearing by the sight and sound of the beautiful white body of his mistress writhing and jerking on Pierre's stiff prick: he felt that if he did not do something special, he must burst with frustration. He squatted down onto his heels behind the door, and bent his head towards his crotch, gripped by a sudden urge to suck himself off: but to his chagrin, he found the trick to be impossible. He tried again in various positions-sitting upright on the floor: lying on his back with knees drawn up: and finally on his back, with legs thrown right up and over, so that he was standing on his shoulders-but all to no avail: however hard he pulled at his rigid prick, however far he stuck out his probing tongue, there was still a tantalizing gap that could not be bridged Feeling thoroughly out of humor, he was on the point of tossing himself off tamely into his hanker-chief once again, when a sudden cry from Claire caught his attention, and brought him back to his vantage-point at the edge of the door-
Claire was now lying on her back with Pierre on top of her. Somehow, he had found the strength to sit up, thus forcing her to kneel upright: then he had nipped their two bodies to one side, so that Claire had pivoted on one knee and fallen first onto one side and then, rolling over, onto her back. Whether by luck or good judgment, Pierre had remained lodged within her throughout this maneuver, so that when they came to rest he was able to start fucking her without delay: furthermore, she had retained her 'bent-knees' position, so that Pierre merely had to extend his arms around the back of her long slim thighs to hold her mastered in a wide-open 'deep fuck' posture that would leave her totally unable to control events throughout the coming rape-
She was perhaps lucky that Pierre was unable to contain himself for very long: for her so-called
'domination' would have worn very thin if she had been called upon to withstand more than a few strokes in that position. As it was, she was panting and gasping helplessly when the grunting Pierre shot his load deep into her womb, his black bush grinding maddeningly against her exposed clitoris. She gave a great cry as the hot jets of spunk thudded home deep within her: then the blue eyes rolled up in their sockets, and she joined him in a monster spend, sobbing and moaning as she came. Gerard could see the slim feet thrashing wildly to and fro as she spent: now her toes were bunched up together and curved tightly in towards the sole of her foot, now they were spread wide apart in quivering isolation, as the waves of sensation spilled out from her loins and flooded over her slim perspiring body. He felt himself on the verge of coming in sympathy, as he watched the two bodies clinging furiously to each other as they tossed from side to side in glorious rut, until finally the storm subsided, and they collapsed limply into each other's arms, sighing deeply and twitching from time to time as some last dying sensation ran through their tired bodies-
Gerard was fairly certain that Claire had had no intention of letting herself go so completely: but he knew that Pierre had little or no comprehension of the conflict going on within his pretty mistress' psyche-it would never strike him that a successful orgasm such as theirs could be analyzed into a 'victory' or a 'defeat': if Claire were wise, he felt, she would not attempt to make anything 'special' out of their recent shared experience, but would treat it simply as a very delightful joint orgasm, and nothing more. Claire herself seemed to have come to the same conclusion: for as he watched, she snuggled closer within Pierre's arms and put her lips to his in a long, contented kiss.
Gerard was beside himself by this time: and he was seriously considering bursting into the bedroom and raping Claire as she lay there in Pierre's arms. Then a magnificent idea occurred to him-he might be unable to suck himself off, but could he not perhaps drink himself down?-the gap between his prick and his mouth had only been a couple of inches, and if he could position himself so that his spunk fell vertically, then perhaps it could be managed--? Within seconds he was on his back again on the living-room floor: his legs came up and over: and he was thrilled to find that the knob of his still prick was almost straight above his mouth. He was careful to hold his shaft as near to the vertical as he could, so that the initial spurt as the spunk was ejected would not spoil his aim: then he opened his mouth wide, held his prick firm in one hand, and used the other to tease himself off by fingering his glans. As the hot spunk started racing up his pipe, he wondered if Claire had this same feeling of anticipation in her guts when she sucked him off. Then the salty, viscous stream was thudding against the back of his throat, almost choking him before he could start swallowing. This was his first taste of spunk: and he was vaguely surprised to find that it was no more unpleasant than the juices in the cunt of a spending girl-though, in logic, he could think of no reason why it should be.
His tension was immediately relieved by his satisfying orgasm, achieved in such novel fashion: and for the first time that evening he felt cheerful as he rose to his feet and wiped the last traces of spunk from his cock. He went back to the door, licking his lips reminiscently-never again would he let a girl refuse when he suggested she should suck him off-why, the thing was almost a pleasure!
Within the bedroom the temperature was slowly returning to normal: the two lovers were talking quietly to each other, with no hint of the searing passion of their earlier exchanges-
Then Claire presented him with a valuable piece of information". Heavens! " she said to Pierre, "-it's later than usual! Let's go and take a bath! "-and at once he knew that this was by no means the manager's first, or second, visit to Claire's bedroom-it looked very much as though he were a regular customer, alternating with Gerard himself The evening's entertainment was clearly at an end: the time had come to beat a strategic retreat-
He left Claire's suite quietly, and made his way back to his own room: but sleep eluded him for some time, as he mulled over the events of the evening in his mind-
CHAPTER 9
Thursday morning found Gerard still wondering whether he ought not to have interrupted the lovers in mid-stream-But once again he reached the same conclusion-he must get Pierre to join him, then together they would make pleasant sport with their pretty blonde employer: however he looked at it, this seemed the best solution to the problem-
The overall situation was suddenly simplified in the most unexpected manner. Eva Baird called him up in his room about noon, to announce her imminent departure for the States-an urgent cable had arrived, and she was to leave early next morning. There were genuine tears of regret in her voice when she told him that alas! she was still streaming with her period: but she seemed resigned to the fact that their sexual pleasures were at an end-However, she insisted on seeing Gerard that afternoon: and he was completely dumbfounded when she took him round to the city's biggest automobile dealers and presented him with a brand-new Mustang in dazzling white, with black upholstery. She brushed his protests aside by telling him gaily that he had been a wonderful stud: but the green eyes were moist as she spoke, and both of them knew that her flippant words cloaked a very genuine affection-Gerard was saddened by the thought that never again would the slim, vibrant body be available to writhe and shudder beneath his own in a long, half-drunken orgasm: but there was no doubt that at this particular time her departure would make life a little less complicated for him-. He made arrangements for flowers to be delivered to her plane early next morning, with a tender note; and within 24 hours he had put her out of his mind for good-
That evening, he left his shift early: and it was about 11: 30 when he knocked gently on the door of Pierre's room-The manager opened up at once: then his jaw dropped in a most comical expression of surprise as he recognized his caller. It was quite clear that he had jumped to the conclusion that his unexpected visitor could only be Claire-who else would call on him at this late hour?
Gerard took advantage of his confusion to march firmly onto the room and close the door behind him. Pierre had obviously been lying down-the coverlet was drawn back from his bed. He was wearing only pajama trousers, and Gerard ran his eyes over the solid, muscular torso-yes, the man was undeniably attractive, with his regular features and the hair greying at the temples. He felt a feeling of annoyance crystallize within him that this man should be sleeping with Claire: it was not jealousy, he knew-the feeling was more one of wounded virility, directed against the pretty blonde who had cheated him behind his back-. He smiled wryly at the seeming inconsistency of his attitude, since he himself had been sleeping so enjoyably with Eva-but no red-blooded male could possibly admit that the two cases were the same--!
"Gerard! What are you doing here?"-Pierre's voice had an undertone of annoyance to it. Gerard's carefully prepared speech of explanation vanished from his mind: he drew a deep breath, took his courage in both hands, and looked the older man in the eyes-"Claire is my mistress," he said simply. "I am supposed to visit her tonight. Last night I discovered that she is your mistress too: since I find you already in bed, I take it your next visit to her is not until tomorrow-She's using us turn and turn about! "
The manager went white with shock at Gerard's words-which had the ring of obvious sincerity about them, and which he knew, with sudden insight, were probably the truth-"How do you know she's my mistress?" he stammered out. For reply, Gerard held out the key to Claire's suite: then he said quietly-"This is the key she gave me-I wasn't expected last night, but I thought I would surprise her-When I came, I found you there. That's all--. "
To Gerard's consternation, these simple words had a totally unexpected effect on the unhappy manager-His face assumed a look of the utmost despair: then he spun round on his heel, buried his face in his hands, and broke into anguished sobs. Utterly at a loss, Gerard put a hand uncertainly on the older man's shoulder-"What is it, Pierre?" he murmured. "I-I'm sorry! -Can I help you--? "
"Oh, God! " said Pierre, his voice husky with emotion, "-you were there-you saw! -It's always the same-I'm just no good with women-It took me ages to get her to accept me, and you walk in and get her straight away-Why can't I enjoy myself properly with a woman?-Really, I wish I were dead! " Whether it was because of Pierre's over-dramatization of the situation or because of his theatrical delivery, Gerard suddenly saw with blinding clarity that the handsome manager was a classic case of sexual ambivalence: it was also clear that the poor fellow had no insight into his condition. Gerard's heart ached with pity for the man: for he himself had been just as confused and unhappy several years before, as the older man was now: he knew only too well the abysses of despair and self-loathing that lay on every side-and he shuddered to think where he himself might be this very day, had it not been for the wise old Fairy Godfather who had employed him as 'companion' for a blissfully happy year, during which the cultured roue and his exquisitely beautiful Indo-Chinese 'secretary' had reveled in the bull-like strength of the callow young man of 19 as they led him in gay, friendly fashion through the tortuous maze of off-beat sex, so that never again would he be at a loss emotionally with man or woman-. He smiled a little ruefully to himself as he realized that Fate had cast him in the somewhat unlikely role of Fairy Godfather for Pierre: then he braced himself for action-
"Come now, my friend! " he said cheerfully, throwing an arm around Pierre's naked shoulders. "Things could be much worse, you know! After all, you made it into her bed all by yourself, didn't you? And from now on you and I will work together-we're going to give that pretty bitch the lesson she so thoroughly deserves! Take heart, my dear! -a trouble shared is a trouble halved! "
The manager looked somewhat askance at this affectionate form of address: and his voice was rough with suspicion as he replied-"I suppose she does deserve a lesson-but I'm not sure what you mean--. "
"Look at me, Pierre! " said Gerard urgently. "You know very well what I mean! Why did you flunk out halfway through, when she was riding on top of you last night? Don't you know why?-well, I do! -and I'll tell you how I know! -I used to be the same as you, Pierre! -"
The older man stood white-faced and motionless, his staring gaze fixed on Gerard's eyes: then his eyes clouded over with tears, and he said in a tone of bitter hopelessness-"No, Gerard! There isn't anyone the same as I--. "
"Pierre! Pierre! " said Gerard softly, "don't fight it-It'll be all right-I promise you--! " . He held his arms out to the other man, in open invitation. Torn with indecision, Pierre muttered-"Oh, I'm so ashamed! " then he moved forward, burst into tears, and buried his face in Gerard's broad chest, sobbing broken-heartedly within the comforting circle of his arms-
Gerard drew him gently over to the bed, and they sat down together. Pierre had stopped weeping, but he was still trembling with nervousness, so that Gerard had to reassure him once again. "It'll be all rights-you'll see! You don't have to be so lonely any more--. " Pierre smiled tremulously at him: suddenly, he felt like a child starting out on some long-promised treat with a much-loved uncle-. He shook his head in wonderment as he looked at this young man, some twelve to fifteen years younger than himself, yet so self-assured, so sexually mature, so comforting-
"Undress me, Pierre-, " Gerard said softly: as if by accident, his hand fell lightly onto his companion's thigh, and Pierre felt his cock begin to stiffen at this first harbinger of the intimacies to come. He set to work with feverish fingers: and soon Gerard's jacket, shirt, and tie had been removed, to reveal the broad muscular chest with its mat of crisp black hair. Pierre seemed fascinated by the spectacle, and ran his fingers gently across Gerard's chest: he was trembling with excitement now, and when he brushed against one of the hard little nipples, he uttered a brief 'Oh! ' of surprise as though he had been momentarily jolted by a sudden electric shock-
Gerard smiled quietly to himself: he knew only too well the strange sensations that must be running through his friend's whole being as he explored this exciting new territory of sexual relationship. He brought one hand up, to run lazily through Pierre's greying hair, and play gently round the ears and neck: the other man shuddered at the touch, which sent delicious, unfamiliar wave of pleasure through his body-Then he cried out in momentary alarm as Gerard's other hand stole purposefully down his body, to stroke the rigid prick that stood throbbing against his stomach, behind the flimsy shelter of his pajama trousers.
Suddenly Gerard disengaged, and stood up: with one quick movement, he took off his trousers, leaving himself dressed only in a pair of jockey shorts, which could not help but reveal the big column of his standing cock: Pierre sat enthralled, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, as he stared hungrily at the athletic body displayed before his gaze: he felt his heart pounding with emotion-but, strangely, there was none of the embarrassment that he had been expecting ever since Gerard's startling approach: everything seemed so natural-so comforting-so friendly-With a start, he realized that Gerard was addressing him-"Shall we go on?" he was saying, with a pleasant smile-
Pierre grinned shyly, and nodded his assent: then, suddenly emboldened, he gripped the younger man round the waist and hugged him tightly: surreptitiously, his hands moved down inside the jockey shorts: then, in one firm movement, he pulled them downwards over Gerard's buttocks, so that they slid down his legs towards the floor-With a gay laugh, Gerard stepped out of them and flicked them aside with his foot: then his hand went out to the cord of Pierre's pajamas-
For a long moment, both men were still, each of them gazing fixedly at his partner's towering shaft: then Gerard broke the spell, with a throaty gasp of pleasure-and without a word being spoken, they found themselves in each other's arms. Pierre shuddered violently as he felt the younger man's lips on his own, the urgent tongue darting into his mouth, sucking and stabbing-To his surprise, he found his reaction to be almost entirely the same as when he was tongue-kissing his pretty employer: and a little shiver ran down his spine as he pictured Claire's naked body in his arms-Suddenly, it seemed very important to him that he should establish a close relationship with Gerard-The boy was right, the pretty bitch must be given a lesson, and the two of them must act in unison! -Almost unconsciously his hand stole down, and he found himself grasping Gerard's throbbing cock-Then he gave a great gasp as his own prick was clasped firmly in Gerard's big hand: his eyes closed in ecstasy as the younger man began to toss him off, slowly-gently-exquisitely. With a low moan, he set his own hand shuttling purposefully up and down the big hard prick, reveling in the sudden hiss of indrawn breath as the delicious sensation hit Gerard's nerve-centers-
Both men were lying now on Pierre's bed: to the manager's embarrassment, the rhythmic motion of their two bodies had set off a squeaking spring, so that they approached orgasm against a background of 'Queep! Queep! Queep! ' as their two hands moved purposefully up and down their throbbing cocks-Gerard saved the day: he drew back from Pierre's mouth, to grin affectionately at him and whisper quizzically-"One of us needs a grease-job-that's for sure! "Then his eyes rolled up in their sockets, and his muscles went rigid: his prick twitched convulsively in Pierre's grasp: then with a sobbing 'Aaah! ' he burst into his orgasm, inundating his own belly and Pierre's nervously-clutching hand with measured spurts of spunk-
The knowledge that he had tossed Gerard off seemed to release the last of Pierre's inhibitions: with a great sigh of violently-exhaled breath, he too achieved his climax, spending so sweetly that the tears came into his eyes. Their mouths flew together again, the two tongues fencing desperately against each other: then slowly they sank down into a delicious peaceful exhaustion, and for a while lay still in each other's arms-
CHAPTER 10
"What are you going to do about your rendezvous with Claire?" asked Pierre five minutes later. "I've been thinking about that, my dear," said Gerard-and this time the manager felt a little flush of happiness at the intimate form of address-"-and I've decided I'm not going to keep it: I think your happiness is the most important thing, tonight-I'll work out some story that will satisfy her-it's only until tomorrow night, anyway, that's when we'll have our showdown, and make her regret the day she started playing fast and loose with us--. "
Pierre sighed with happiness, and rolled over onto his stomach, so that his face lay on Gerard's chest. He began to suck idly at the tiny nipples, and laughed in a child-like glee to find them go hard beneath his tongue-His new-found self-confidence led him to 'walk' one hand coquettishly down Gerard's flat belly, through the sticky mess of half-dried spunk and into the black bush, with the intention of attacking the big prick for a second time. He was a little disappointed when Gerard gently pushed his hand aside: but he thrilled anew when he felt the big hands running lightly down his spine and gripping his buttocks in mock ferocity. Then ensued a delicious massage of the two firm cheeks, which had Pierre writhing ecstatically in the grip of this new sensation-Gerard knelt up in the bed, and Pierre felt the two big hands move to his hips: there was a grunt of effort from the younger man, a creaking of muscles, and the manager found himself being lifted by main force by the hips: the pressure relaxed-and now he was kneeling in front of Gerard, with his butt cocked up in the air-
The dark head came down-Pierre gasped as the avid tongue ran lightly over his parted buttocks, stabbing-licking-stroking, setting him on fire in thrilling fashion, so that he heard himself moaning softly as he moved his naked butt ceaselessly from side to side under the delicious attack. An utterly incongruous thought came to his mind-how lucky that he had bathed less than an hour before, so that his body was all clean and fresh! Then he bit at his pillow in ecstasy, as he felt Gerard's hot tongue gliding over his arsehole, moistening, massaging, moving back and forth with maddening persistence When the pointed tongue slipped purposefully inside the very portals of his ring, he could scarce suppress a scream: his whole body shuddered uncontrollably under the sudden exquisite sensation, and he twisted involuntarily on the bed till Gerard grunted in protest and held his buttocks firm in his powerful hands-
Gerard grinned to himself as he saw Pierre's reaction to his probing tongue: he was pleased with his own acumen in so accurately assessing the manager's psycho-sexual make-up: pleased, too, that he had succeeded in removing the inhibiting 'block' that had obviously been troubling his friend for many years: pleased above all that they had achieved the harmony which was necessary if his plans for Claire were to come to fruition-. He reamed his tongue in and out, even deeper, until his gullet ached with the strain, and Pierre shuddered helplessly under the delicious torment.
Pierre knew that he must howl like a dog baying at the moon, if Gerard kept on teasing his arsehole that way. The sensation was entirely new to him, and he was as yet unable to accommodate himself to it-part of the time he found himself trying to eject the intruding arrow of firm warm flesh, pushing out as though he were at stool; part of the time he was consciously trying to open himself wider, to afford the easiest possible entry to the probing tongue. And always there was the desperate aching of his rigid prick, which was stiffer than he had ever known it before.
He felt Gerard leave him, and whimpered a small protest as the portals of his arsehole grew cool, under the evaporation of Gerard's saliva-But he was not alone for long: for now he felt a warm firm object press gently against his half-open hole: the moment of truth was at hand-he was about to be buggered. The virgin arsehole sought instinctively to defend itself by denying access to the rude invader: and Gerard felt the elastic ring contract sharply, to bar the way to his intruding cock. As he pressed more and more insistently, Pierre found the odd sensation of fullness just inside his anus turn first to discomfort, and then to actual pain, as Gerard slowly forced his way into the shrinking passage. At his tormentor's urging, he tried to 'push out,' and found that the pain diminished appreciably: then a tickling in his throat made him cough, and he found that each time he strained in the act of coughing, Gerard's prick was engulfed a little further-until finally the whole length was inside him, and he could feel the crisp curls of the black bush tickling the inner surface of his widely-opened crack.
By now, the pain had ebbed away, and was no worse than the sharp insistent ache in his rigid prick, which was standing longer and harder than ever. Suddenly he knew what he must do. He moved his body so that he was supporting himself on one arm alone: then his free hand went to his crotch, finger and thumb positioned in an O, which he fitted around his jutting cock. Gently, he squeezed thumb and forefinger together, and at the same time contracted his sphincter muscles, thus nipping Gerard's prick more firmly: then he jerked his pelvis forward half an inch, thus frigging both pricks simultaneously-his arsehole sliding along the invading cock, and his own prick moving inside the circle of his fingers. Again he bit at his pillow, to muffle the cream of ecstasy that rose in his throat: then he went to work, in a series of little half-inch jerks that took both men to the very pinnacle of sexual sensation-Gerard knew that a more experienced man would exercise greater control, and keep them shivering at the peak for long minutes before plunging them into the delicious release of orgasm: but there could of course be no criticism of Pierre, who was displaying a most gratifying readiness to participate in a field of endeavor hitherto completely unknown to him-. He felt the elastic ring begin to bite at him as it slid up and down his throbbing prick: with a long shuddering gasp, he went into orgasm himself, his muscles standing out in rigid immobility as his bursting prick shot the hot spunk high up into Pierre's bowels-
The older man was shuddering violently as he spent: he had released his grasp on his cock when he began to come, and as his body twisted and turned in the grip of his monster orgasm, the long weapon flailed about from side to side, so that the spunk was spattered in a wide arc across the surface of the bed beneath him-Finally the two friends collapsed onto the bed, to he limp and panting for long minutes, while the spunk and sweat dried slowly on the satiated bodies-
At long last they came slowly back to the world of reality: Pierre raised himself on one elbow and gazed intently into Gerard's eyes. "Was I all right?" he whispered anxiously. The younger man grinned affectionately at him. "You were magnificent! " he replied softly. "It's never too easy the first time, but you were just wonderful. You won't find it half so difficult with me-but of course it's not my first time--. " . He wound his fingers into the manager's greying hair and pulled his face down into a fingering kiss that slowly reawakened their desire-
Perhaps because of his intense, new-found bliss, the older man was ready first. Impatient to proceed yet further down the path of pleasure with his big lover, he seized Gerard's still-limp cock and rolled it in his hands until it was standing half-erect. The he advanced his pelvis towards Gerard with a cry of "En garde! " holding his own rigid cock at the base, and sweeping it at Gerard in a travesty of a sabre-stroke-Laughing happily together, they fell into a mock wrestling-match that left each of them thoroughly aroused, cocks standing firm and ready for the fray. Gerard's hand came out, to stroke the manager gently on the cheek, and the older man's heart turned over with happiness. Then the big body was arranging itself before him, kneeling hunched over so that the wide-spread butt revealed the puckered anus with exciting clarity-
Gerard groaned as Pierre's big prick pressed urgently against his ring: but there was no pain or discomfort in his voice-it was more a moan of joy: then Pierre was gasping in astonishment as he found himself suddenly engulfed up to the hilt in the arsehole of the younger man-who had skillfully effected the penetration on his own, by relaxing his sphincter muscles and driving his body backwards onto the proffered stake. Now Pierre's hand came round, to worm its way into Gerard's crotch, where it fastened on the big throbbing cock. Once again, Gerard was content to hold his body still, while the willing neophyte set to work with little jerking strokes that produced electric thrills in his partner's prick and arsehole. Pierre's breathing turned into a hurried panting, as his own orgasm approached: then once again the two bodies froze into living statuary, as they quivered in a long-drawn-out spend that sent delicious tingles racing along their nerves from head to toe-
Later, they lay side by side on the crumpled bed, idly chatting and enjoying a cigarette while their tired bodies slowly regained their strength. Gerard outlined his proposals for their joint session with the unsuspecting Claire. Pierre's eyes shone with delight as he pictured the blonde beauty, arms strapped behind her back, shuddering in a 'spread-eagle bondage' orgasm on top of one of the partners, while the other painted her butt in angry red with measured strokes of her stiff-bristled hairbrush. The thought of her humiliation excited him tremendously, and he found his prick beginning to throb: soon it was standing semi-erect, though to his chagrin he could not get it properly rigid-Once again, the more knowledgeable Gerard came to the rescue. "What you need now," he said with a smile, "is the soft tongue of a beautiful naked girl-but right now I'm afraid you'll have to make do with me! " So saying, he rose swiftly to his knee, reversed his position, and straddled the startled Pierre in classic 69 posture-
For a moment, the manager though he must swoon with delight as his sensitive glans vanished between the younger man's warm vibrant lips: then the feeling changed, and he became desperately certain that within seconds he must scream so loudly that the whole Hotel Paradiso would come trooping to his door. He reached up frantically to grasp Gerard's big cock, which was dangling before his eyes in much the same semi-rigid condition as his own-only now he realized, to his delight, that
Gerard's tongue had sent him hard as iron once more-The big knob disappeared into his mouth: and now Gerard in his turn started writhing and shivering as Pierre's frenetic tongue began running to and fro across the sensitive skin of his swelling, pulsing glans-
Pierre jerked like a startled horse as Gerard's hand dug down into his crotch, cupping itself beneath his balls and bringing them up to the surface: then he shuddered as the skilled fingers started playing maddeningly with his scrotum and its sensitive contents-while all the time the delicious tormenting of his prick continued in the warm cavern of his lover's mouth. He set his tongue flying over Gerard's throbbing knob with redoubled energy: then the idea came to him to tease his arsehole also. His hand went up, and a probing forefinger pressed forcefully past the elastic ring, still slippery with the spunk from his recent buggery. Now it was Gerard's turn to leap in surprise, as the manager's finger sank deep into the sensitive rectum and commenced a maddening massage that complemented and intensified the delicious torture of his twitching knob-
Both men were groaning in agonized delight behind their gags of flesh as they went into orgasm. Pierre hardly felt the stabbing pain of Gerard's digging claw-like into his soft inner thigh: nor did the younger man notice the frenzied flexing of the finger buried deep in his arsehole, as he writhed and twisted in his spend. This was the first time Pierre had sucked off a prick, and he was unprepared for the spurting gush of hot spunk that thudded deep into his throat: as a result, he coughed and spluttered for a second, and his mouth filled with Gerard's outpourings, before he could settle down into a rhythmic swallowing of the viscous, salty-tasking liquid. How fascinating it was to feel the steady twitching of the little pipe on the inner-side of Gerard's cock! -and how that arsehole was biting-biting-biting at his finger--! ! . He recalled how Gerard had told him, while they were resting a little while before, that Claire would be made to suck them off, turn and turn about: he pictured the slim body crouching down, with the blonde head clamped onto a spurting cock and swallowing for dear life, while the other partner teased her maddeningly, with thumb and forefinger thrust deep up cunt and arsehole to massage the thin sensitive partition that lay between-. He felt his prick leap in Gerard's mouth with a sudden renewal of his lust-
At last they lay exhausted, all passion spent: and when they had rested for a while, they smoked and chatted in friendly fashion-Pierre happy and excited as a schoolboy over his new-found self-knowledge, Gerard congratulating him on his courage in brushing aside the cobwebs of convention, both of them plotting their confrontation of Claire with conspiratorial glee-
Finally, they rose and sponged each other down in Pierre's bathroom: then Pierre set the ravaged bed in order while Gerard dressed: and then the latter took his leave, tired but happy, conscious of an evening's work well done.
CHAPTER ll
At noon next day, Gerard was waiting expectantly in his office, spruce and well-groomed as ever. He had worked out his cover-story with Pierre, and both men felt it would pass muster. Claire usually made her appearance about this time: and sure enough, before many minutes had passed his door was opened, and in she came, the heightened color in her cheeks making her look particularly beautiful
Before she could say a word, he jumped up, with a well-contrived look of embarrassed relief on his face. "Claire! " he said quickly, "I was just going to ring your room--. "
"I should hope so, too! " she retorted. "Where were you last night? I know you weren't in your room-were you with another woman?"
"Oh, Claire! " he said reproachfully. "Of course I wasn't! My mother was taken ill yesterday afternoon. We live about an hour and a half away: and I had to go over to her. I cleared it with Pierre, of course: and I expected I'd be back before midnight, so there didn't seem any need to let you know. Well, when I got there she was quite bad: and I couldn't get a nurse to come in till this morning, so I had to spend the night-I rang Pierre again, of course-but all I could do was hope he might mention it to you: I could hardly ask him to pass the message on, could I?-that would have given the game away at once! And I didn't dare ring and ask to be put through to you direct-Brigitte was on the switchboard last night, and she knows my voice too well-and anyway, she listens in! -so I decided that wasn't safe either. That's it-what else could I do?"
As he unfolded this farrago of lies, Claire began to look more and more contrite: and at the end she moved in and put her arms round him, saying in a tone of genuine affection. "Oh, you poor darling! I am sorry-How is your mother now? Will you be able to come tonight? I'll have to make it up to you for being so nasty and suspicious, darling! "
Relieved to find that she had swallowed his story hook, line, and sinker, he kissed her warmly. "Mama's much better! " he said. "It was a mild food-poisoning, but she's over it now. Of course I'll come tonight! I shall have to smack your little bobo for you, to punish you for being a naughty jealous girl! " His hands went down to fondle her firm buttocks through the thin silk of her dress: and their open mouths met in a searing kiss of lust, the two tongues clashing fiercely against each other-The pretty blonde shivered in the grip of the familiar 'gut-thrill' at his words: he had been so fierce with her lately, and it made her spend so beautifully. She was breathing very rapidly when at last she withdrew reluctantly from his embrace and made her way towards the door. Halfway there, she remembered with a start that this was Pierre's night-With a word of apology to Gerard, she sat down at his desk and penned a short note to the manager, postponing their rendezvous: then she handed the sealed envelope to Gerard with the words. "I have some guests for lunch, and must go and meet them straight away. Would you get this to Pierre, please?"-then, softly and affectionately. "Till tonight, my darling! "-then she was gone, with a blown kiss and a last loving glance from the sparkling blue eyes-
Gerard went along to Pierre's office, and together they read Claire's note. The manager was disappointed at first at the realization that his pretty employer was canceling their appointment in order to be with Gerard: but in his new mood of self-knowledge he admitted freely that Gerard was his superior in sexual expertise-so Claire's preference did at least show taste and common sense on her part! And his disappointment was tempered by the fact that she had invited him for the next night: -so his performance was obviously not entirely distasteful in her eyes. He knew, of course, that the evening's joint session might well alter the whole pattern of life at the Hotel Paradiso, so that his Saturday appointment might never in fact take place-But he had great faith in Gerard and his knowledge of feminine psychology: and the boy seemed very confident that the blonde beauty would settle down happily enough to a discreet 'menage a trois'-so, even though there might be changes, all would probably turn out well in the long run.
As the day wore on, the reactions of the three protagonists grew sharper and more vivid. Claire waited impatiently for her rendezvous with Gerard, her slim body aching with the need for sexual release: the horrid fascination of the 'gut-thrill' overcame her every time she recalled his intention to 'smack her little bobo for her'-Pierre passed the afternoon with a permanent cockstand, waiting for the evening with its promise of the heady joys of 'gang-bang' and sexual humiliation for the unsuspecting Claire-Gerard had other worries-who was to replace the fascinating Eva Baird? Soon, Claire would have been debased to the point where she became merely a receptacle for spunk-useful, indeed essential, but hardly a challenge any more. A man must have more than one string to his bow: he would have to look around-
At last the witching hour arrived-Gerard's key turned in the lock of Claire's door, and the two conspirators slipped quietly into the darkened living-room. It had been agreed that Pierre should remain hidden until things had progressed to the point where there could be no turning back: so he took up his position at the edge of the half-open bedroom door as Gerard went through to his waiting mistress-
Claire was wearing a flimsy 'Baby Doll' nightdress in diaphanous silk that hid nothing of her slim beauty: the thing was so short that as she walked her blonde bush peeked immodestly from below the hem at every step-Gerard amused himself by positioning her in front of the long pier-glass, then spending a full five minutes in removing the frivolous little garment, teasing it up an inch at a time while his fingers ran riot over the expanse of white skin thus uncovered-Claire was almost screaming by the time her nipples were exposed: and she sobbed with relief when Gerard tired of the tantalizing game and ripped the nightdress from her body before swinging her round and forcing her to her knees: then he put his stiff prick into her mouth while he undressed himself, pausing from time to time to tousle the blonde hair with affection as it flopped lazily to and fro across his naked stomach, as she turned her head from side to side to cover the big rod all over with her saliva-
Behind his sheltering door, Pierre was almost beside himself with excitement. Though he was not due to make his appearance yet awhile, he undressed in sympathy with the two lovers in the bedroom: and as the scene unfolded, he found his hand stealing more and more frequently down to his throbbing cock, so that it became a matter of some difficulty to avoid tossing himself off. He almost shouted aloud when Gerard, now completely naked, bent down lazily and gripped the two coral nipples delicately in thumb and forefinger, then pulled inexorably upwards till Claire was dragged protesting to her feet, her mouth leaving the swollen prick with an audible 'plop': then her tormentor led her over to the bed-
Claire shivered all over in a sudden access of lust when she found the proceedings were to open with a 69. She swung her long slim legs up and back without being told, so that when Gerard took post astride her naked body, her cunt grinning at him in friendly welcome, all moist already with her inner juices. She moaned as he parted the lips methodically and moistened a finger deep inside: then she gave a little cry as the now-slippery finger was plunged similarly into her arsehole. A firm thumb vanished into her vagina: and she found herself gobbling frantically at Gerard's prick as the skilful massage of her sensitive dividing membrane got under way. Her hands came up to play with the thick root of his prick, and with his massive balls: then they fell limply back, and she screamed soundlessly against the gag of his intruding cock, as a stabbing tongue made merry with her defenseless clitoris-
She burst into sudden action-one long forefinger thrust itself deep into Gerard's anus, so that he jerked in ecstasy at the sudden sensation: Then thumb and middle finger set up a maddening series of little nips at the tender flesh around his arsehole, so that he twisted his hips from side to side, compelling her to seize his prick in her free hand to avoid its being pulled from her mouth-
She knew she could not hold out much longer: already she was beginning to spiral under the delicious torturing of her twitching cunt and arsehole. She heard Gerard cry out. "All right, come now! " and as she went upwards to the place where the golden stars were waiting she redoubled her attentions to the throbbing prick in her mouth. Then everything seemed to burst at once-she was falling down-down-with the golden stars tumbling along her body, leaving a delicious electric thrill at every touch. She was swallowing for dear life as Gerard's big cock burst into action within her mouth, pumping the salty spunk in big thudding jerks against the back of her throat. And, curiously, there was a maddening tickling on the soles of her feet that she had not experienced before. How was he managing it, with both hands clutching at her swimming crotch--?
When he heard the agreed code-word 'All right, come now! ', Pierre had come swiftly into the room and gone to the foot of the bed. His mouth watering at the delicious sight of the two lovers twisting and shuddering as they spent, he had done what he could to help the naked white body of his pretty mistress along the road to total surrender, by teasing the soles of her slim feet as they thrashed aimlessly above Gerard's back, using his finger-nails to increase the intensity of her orgasm. Thus, when Claire struggled back to the surface, she found to her intense embarrassment that her manager had somehow joined her Room Service captain: both her lovers were in her room together-both naked, with Gerard's intentions already declared in his monster spend into her willing mouth, and Pierre's only too clear from his big upstanding prick; and both on obviously friendly terms, so that she knew at once that this was no mistake, but had been planned. Her mouth fell open as the implications of the situation struck her: and suddenly the 'gut-thrill' was very strong indeed-she knew that she was entirely at the mercy of the two men whom she had cheerfully been cheating for several weeks-suddenly, Gerard's phrase 'smack your little bobo' came into her mind, so that she gasped in fear-
"What-how-Pierre-why are you here?" she babbled. Gerard answered her, "Well, darling-you seem to like us both, so we thought we'd all have a lot more fun if we got together-without false modesty, and without false pretences"-here, a stern glance at Claire: "-don't you think that's more sensible?"
Claire hardly knew what to say: suddenly, she realized that she was no longer in command of the situation at all. Fortunately the two men seemed well-disposed: and she found herself hoping desperately that they had worked off their initial resentment against her, and that their present happy, friendly mood was genuine. She was already blushing with embarrassment at the thought of being made to have her orgasms in semi-public, even if the spectator was her other lover: but if they were plotting some horrid punishment as well--! She shivered, and the 'gut-thrill' was suddenly very strong-
She smiled bravely at them, and said quietly. "You haven't really left me much possibility of saying no, have you? But actually it's not a bad idea-though it's a bit strange at first! "
Gerard sat up with a grin. "That's a sensible girl! " he said approvingly. "So let's all have some fun and games! " . He nodded to Pierre: and the two friends set about fondling Claire's naked body, till she was quivering and tingling from head to foot. Gerard soon got himself ready for the fray again. He knelt astride Claire's chest, then took his half-erect cock in his hand and massaged her nipples with his glans, till knob and nipples were standing stiff and proud, and both lovers felt as though electric sparks were passing with every maddening stroke. Pierre, meanwhile, had been concentrating on the blonde beauty's crotch, and had been frigging her till her cunt was red and swollen, and the muscles of her arsehole grew red from the constant biting at his intruding finger.
The time was clearly ripe-At Gerard's signal, the two men withdrew from the lovely naked body. Claire looked very beautiful, eyes closed, mouth half-open in a little smile, and limbs flung wide in the abandoned pose in which her two lovers had left her.
They rolled her over onto her stomach and pulled her down towards the foot of the bed: then Pierre sat down beside her on the edge of the bed, his feet resting on the floor: when he lay back, his big prick jutted stiffly halfway between the vertical and the horizontal. Claire knew she was to be fucked by the manager, and after his recent attentions to her crotch she was more than ready for it: so she cooperated willingly when they manhandled her onto his solid body-Gerard's hands went round her waist and lifted her by main force, while Pierre arranged her knees: when Gerard let her down again, she was kneeling astride the older man, her body bent sharply at the hips and knees so that her buttocks jutted back to display her wide-spread cunt and arsehole in impudent abandon. She shuddered as the strong fingers spread her soft swollen lips, exposing the gaping mouth of her vagina: then the big head of Pierre's prick was groping purposefully along her slit, until it slid eagerly into the moist, slippery cavern, burying itself to the hilt in one delicious burst of sensation. With an eager cry, she brought her head down onto Pierre's and took his tongue into her open mouth-
Claire moved restlessly on the manager's big cock as she felt Gerard's fingers at her arsehole. How cold and slippery they were! -and she seemed to be getting moister and moister as he played with her. Something pushed firmly against her ring-something bigger than a finger: and she cried out in revulsion as she realized that Gerard had been packing her anus with cold cream, and was now buggering her, even while Pierre's prick was still firmly in her cunt-. Her struggles were futile against the two strong pairs of hands: and soon she was firmly stoppered in both holes, so that she gasped at the strange feeling of fullness whenever she contracted her muscles-
Quite slowly and deliberately, her flailing arms were mastered and crossed over her breast in the traditional attitude of supplication: then Gerard's strong hands came round her from behind, to engulf her own hands, one in each big palm, and press them flat against her firm, pointed breasts, so that she could no longer move her butt-Then he pulled her half-way upright, so that her upper body adopted the same 45-degree angle as the pricks of the two men, Pierre lying between her parted knees and Gerard standing at the foot of the bed.
Pierre's hands took her firmly by the waist, and jerked her upwards in a short sharp movement that dragged her two holes along the two intruding pricks-Then he drove her down, so that the motion was reversed, and her naked clitoris rubbed maddeningly against his crisp black bush. The natural spring of her knee-joints came into play, aided by Pierre's hands-and up she went, the soft finings of her cunt and arsehole telegraphing the most exquisite of sensations to every nerve-centre of her body. Down! Up! Down! Up! Claire's pretty face was contorted in a grimace of delicious agonizing pleasure: and beneath Gerard's restraining hands her own were kneading mechanically at her aching breasts.
She screamed once, on a high note, just before she came: then her juices were pouring out of her madly-working cunt to flood over Pierre's loins. Neither man had any hope of resisting the frantic rhythmic squeezing of her twin passages as she jerked her way through an orgasm more violent than any she had ever experienced before: Sweating and shuddering with ecstasy, they pumped their hot spunk high into her avid holes till all three collapsed one atop the other, sobbing and panting with their exertions. At last Gerard stirred himself and stood up shakily. Claire moaned a low protest from the depths of her semi-coma as his shriveled prick slipped from her arsehole with a little kissing noise: Then Pierre too disengaged from her perspiring body, and they stretched her out comfortably on her rumpled bed, to rest awhile-
She slipped easily into a deep refreshing sleep, studded with a series of erotic dreams in which the now-familiar 'gut-thrill' played a significant part, so that there was a permanent atmosphere of fascination as vile, exciting things were done to her naked body. Finally, she found herself participating in a singularly vivid dream, in which both her lovers had placed her in a series of lubricious poses, and used their tongues to bring her once more to a state of sexual excitement. Then she had been laid upon her back, moist-cunted and hot with lust: the two men had doubled her up into an utterly revealing 69 position, and Pierre had mounted her, his big prick hard and menacing within her mouth. In her dream, the handsome manager had played delightful havoc with her well-used sexual quarters, till she felt herself begin to spiral sweetly upwards, as she sucked for dear life on the twitching prick. As the familiar rain of golden stars coincided with the explosive jets of hot spunk thudding deep into her throat, Claire woke to find herself in mid-orgasm in actual reality, and sucking off her manager. As always in a 69, she spent deliciously: then she slipped once more into a sleep of utter weariness, her last conscious thought being that if her tormentors continued to ravage her so beautifully, she was content to remain forever in their clutches-
CHAPTER 12
Gerard stubbed his cigarette out and winked affectionately at Pierre. "All right, my dear! " he said. "Let's go! Remember, don't get too excited-she'll put off coming as long as she possibly can: you've simply got to try to stay with her--. " . He got up and went over to the pier-glass, where his clothes were lying haphazard on the floor: he picked up his jacket and put his hand into the pocket, pulling out two lengths of stout cord. Then he went over to Claire's dressing-table: and when he returned to the bed, he was carrying her stiff-bristled hairbrush. Pierre ran his tongue over his lips: the rough stuff was about to begin-
Claire was lying on her stomach, her head pillowed on her arms. Gently, they eased her two arms out, slipping a pillow in to replace them: then, very slowly, very carefully, so as not to rouse her from her trance-like reverie, they brought the slim arms down and back until they lay across her back, one forearm lying against the other. Cautiously, Gerard threw a clove hitch in each piece of cord, and eased a double loop over each unsuspecting wrist: then in a sudden burst of energy, with Pierre mastering the startled girl's attempts to free herself, he swiftly wound the loose ends at each wrist round the other arm, above the elbow, and tied them tight: and now Claire was helpless, her arms pinioned behind her back-
"No-no! -please! Untie me-you must let me go! " she babbled. She tried to roll over: but Pierre's big hand between her shoulder-blades held her firm. Then she burst into a sobbing moan as Gerard brought the hairbrush into her range of vision, and declared with hypocritical brightness. "Now it's time for that little bobo of yours, darling! " The sight of the brush seemed to act on her like the traditional snake and rabbit-she fell silent, her blue eyes wide with terror: the 'gut-thrill' was almost unbearable now-Then she shuddered as Gerard drew the bristles very lightly down her spine, from below her pinioned arms to the top of the cleft between her white buttocks: his hand moved, and now the brush was bouncing very lightly on the backs of her naked thighs, upwards from her knees to the folds marking the upward spring of her buttocks. He played with her thus for several minutes, purposely ignoring the trembling butt, till Claire felt she must scream out and beg him to begin her punishment-
At last he sighed, and laid the brush aside regretfully: at this signal, Pierre lay down alongside the lovely naked girl: then together they eased her on top of his body till she way lying belly to belly on him, with her breasts crushed against his crisp mat of chest-hair, so that every movement teased her sensitive nipples. Gerard forced her legs apart: and now her open crotch was pressing helplessly against Pierre's, and she cried out as his cock stabbed urgently at her slit. Strong hands fumbled at her hips: and suddenly she gasped as she felt the big prick slide smoothly into her body till it was buried to the hilt, and her exposed clitoris came into maddening contact with his rough curly bush-
His knees came up between her legs, and she felt his stomach muscles tense. He jerked once underneath her: then there was a weight on the back of each of her knees, and she knew he had thrown his legs over her, so that they were trapped-Then, slowly, inexorably, he moved his legs apart, forcing her into a desperate wide-open position that raised her buttocks into impudent prominence, but somehow also allowed the big prick to sink even deeper into her cunt, now moistening as she prepared herself subconsciously for the coming rape-
Pierre pulled the golden head down onto his and thrust his tongue deep into the half-open panting mouth. His prick was aching with its fullness, buried deep in Claire's warm cunt: but he remembered Gerard's instructions, and was determined not to come too soon. His hands went down to he slim hips and gripped them firmly: then he jerked his pelvis down and up again, moving his hands in the opposite direction, so that the helpless girl was reamed from top to bottom of her sensitive vagina. He grinned as her mouth writhed on his, under the sudden effect of his stroke.
Gerard watched the progress of the fuck appreciatively: Pierre was in fine fettle, that was obvious: and before long the pretty blonde must cream ecstatically. He picked the hairbrush up, a little smile on his lips-
Claire was sobbing gently now-partly from frustration at her present helpless, ignominious position; partly from sheer pleasure as Pierre's big prick had its way with her; and partly from the fear of the pain that she knew would explode onto her naked butt when she came. At first, she had decided that she would not come, no matter what! but as the big prick plowed her, slowly, sweetly, steadily, she knew this was an idle dream. Then Gerard's finger started tickling her gently on her arsehole, and again the bristles bounced gently, almost lovingly, up and down her thighs-this time, a little more on the insides of the thighs: and suddenly she realized that the time for dreams was past and gone'Oh God! ' she thought, 'I'm spiraling already-I'm going to come-Oh, my poor butt! Oh-oh-oh--! '
Down she went-down-down-in ecstasy: but this time the golden stars were hot, and burnt her cruelly when they touched her, so that her pleasure was all intershot with pain, and she was spending in terrible great streams and loving it even as she cried out in agony-
As he felt the trim arsehole start to quiver, before breaking into the rhythmic throb of orgasm, Gerard prepared for action-The first jerk of Claire's spend was the signal for the hairbrush to fall 'Phwock! Phwock! Phwock! '-three lovely red splotches appeared on her right buttock, close in near her crack: the brush made a fascinating hollow sound when it met the naked flesh, as the rubber pad was driven down onto the wooden back, thus forcing the air out through the little hole. 'Phock! Phwock! Phwock! '-three more fast strokes-(they must be fast, for who knew how long Claire's orgasm would last?)-and three more angry marks, this time on the nearer buttock again, close to the crack-'Phwock! Phwock! 'now it was two strokes at a time, one on either quivering cheek, outside the line of the previous strokes-
When he saw the hairbrush go up, ready to punish the soft naked butt, Pierre threw one arm round Claire's waist to hold her firm; the other hand immobilized her head, so that she could not free her mouth from his. Thus her cries of pain went soundlessly into his mouth; and this excited him, so that his prick could not withstand the squeezing of her pulsing cunt as she shuddered through her painful spend, and he too burst into a monster jerking orgasm that filled her hole with spunk-
'Phwock! Phwock! '-twelve smarting strokes had turned the lovely butt an angry red before Claire finished spending and collapsed, to lie sobbing in Pierre's arms. Gerard's prick was standing almost to his navel as he threw the hairbrush down; he took the slim body by the ankles and pulled it to one side till the blonde head lay across Pierre's belly: then he told the sobbing girl to clean the manager's dripping cock with her mouth and tongue-Maddened by the fearful smarting of her martyred butt, Claire went about it with a will, so that poor Pierre groaned in ecstasy as the frantic tongue played havoc with his knob, all sensitive from its recent spend-
At last some form of order was restored, and the two men comforted their well-whipped mistress; soon, her reproaches died away under the fondling of their eager fingers: and then the poor innocent asked if her hands could now be freed. Her eyes widened in horror when Gerard told her cheerfully that poor Pierre would be very hurt if he did not get to 'smack her bobo,' too-She essayed a brief revolt when the big hands reached out for her: but she was powerless with her pinioned arms, and the struggles of the slim naked body only served to arouse Gerard's lust still further-and before long she was spread-eagled on his big muscular torso, her scarlet buttocks raised impudently in the air, and her cunt already beginning to respond to the rhythmic 'thump-thump' of Gerard's prick-. Her stomach fluttered in the 'gut-thrill' as she realized she was half looking forward to the agonizing kisses of the stiff bristles: and then she would be made to suck the juices of their joint spend, from Gerard's cock. She shivered, and gave herself over to the rising tide of pleasure spreading from her womb and beginning almost imperceptibly to raise her upwards in a spiral-'Phwock! Phwock! '-Pierre almost shouted aloud with excitement as the hairbrush sprang back in his hand from the springy scarlet flesh-The two lovers were spending gloriously beneath his eyes: and he felt ecstatically happy as he watched the writhing muscles inside the long slim thighs. 'Phwock! Phwock! '-Oh, but she felt those strokes! This was the first time he had ever whipped a woman: and he would not have thought it possible that he could have hardened so soon into such a monster cockstand-'Phwock! Phwock! 'To conclude the evening, they were to 'sandwich' her again; and this time he would be buggering the pretty little arsehole-'Phwock! Phwock! ' . He felt a twinge of disappointment at Claire's orgasm petered out after only eight strokes at his hands: but when he examined the red ruin of her butt more closely, he took pity on her and fetched a cold wet cloth from the bathroom while she was cleaning Gerard's prick-
Later, they 'sandwiched' her, and spent deliciously inside her: but Claire was far gone with exhaustion by now, and her own orgasm was but a shadow of her usual shattering spend-Each of her lovers had now had her four times-once in a 69, twice in a 'sandwich,' and once assisted by the hairbrush-while Claire herself had come six times, and been well whipped into the bargain: and she was almost unconscious from sheer fatigue when they tucked her gently into bed and took their leave. However, she was strangely happy-(even the dull ache in her martyred butt evoked memories of pleasure as well as pain): and she felt that this was due to the sudden disappearance of the need for deception in her relationship with her two lovers: now, they were just three friends-a woman and two men, rather than an employer doing her 'gracious lady' act with two favored employees. She slipped quietly into a deep sleep with the 'gut-thrill' gripping her strongly as she recalled the incidents of the evening-
CHAPTER 13
Time passed very pleasantly at the Hotel Paradiso. The three lovers found their days were busy: for the hotel's reputation was growing fast-and justifiably so-and there was rarely a day when they were not booked to capacity. Nor were they less busy in the hours of night-for then they would foregather in the owner's fourth-floor suite and assuage the hunger of their bodies by coupling in a hundred different ways. At first, Claire was shocked by the revelation that either man would plumb the other's arsehole just as cheerfully as he would her own: but she soon became accustomed to their ambivalence, and joined willingly in the kaleidoscopic patterns of lust invented by their fertile minds. The slim white body was often put into bondage and well whipped: but in return Claire would find herself, hairbrush or riding-whip in hand, encouraging her lovers by reddening their arses as they groaned and panted through an all-male 69-Slowly a pattern emerged in which Pierre, reveling in his new-found sexual maturity, became more and more 'Claire's man,' while Gerard seemed in some indefinable way to be disengaging himself from his attachment to his pretty blonde employer-Though he would fuck her willingly enough, Claire began to feel that she was becoming just another body in his eyes: piqued at his growing inattention, she found herself turning more and more to the older man, till there came a time when she regarded herself subconsciously as 'Pierre's woman' rather than as 'Gerard's'-
As he had foreseen, Gerard had begun to tire of Claire as soon as she had been reduced to sexual subservience: and for some time now he had been looking round for fresh horizons. Slowly his attention crystallized on Marie, the pretty dark-haired waitress with the gray-green eyes. She herself was obviously attracted to him, for he knew full well that a good proportion of her many visits to his office were made on the flimsiest of trumped-up excuses. No red-blooded man could fail in turn to be attracted by her radiant beauty-and one must admit that her habit of kissing him warmly on the lips at every opportunity was also quite endearing! As the days went by, he found himself more and more anxious to taste this delicious unplucked fruit-not from any motives of vice, but simply from sheer curiosity! Marie herself behaved with such welcoming friendliness that it seemed pointless to hold back: and in any case he felt her well able to take care of herself if it turned out that he had misjudged the situation, and she was not yet ready to surrender-
He opened his attack-"Marie," he said tenderly one evening, "do you know that you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen?" Now women are generally responsive to a compliment-and young girls even more so-but Marie only smiled at him and answered mischievously-"Oh, you're not the first to tell me that-but thank you very much, all the same! " . He tried another tack-"I wish I could see more of you: it's impossible to get to know you during working hours-will you come for a drive with me this evening?" His heart leapt for joy when she blushed prettily and answered, with a demure smile-"Thank you! That would be very nice--. "
The evening went well, and Marie was suitably impressed with the smart white Mustang. Gerard made no attempt to force the pace, being quite content to let the beauty of the moonlight do its work upon the impressionable girl, aided by some soft romantic music from the radio in his car. Finally, stirred beyond belief by the lovely face turned towards his, the great gray-green eyes two pools of mystery in the dark interior of the car, he drew her into his arms-She came willingly enough: and for a long while they stayed clasped together, utterly happy, while he gently stroked her lustrous mane of chestnut hair, kissing her on the closed eyelids and whispering tender nonsense in her ear-The atmosphere grew tense with emotion, till it seemed that electric sparks must flash at any moment round their heads. Very gently, Gerard tilted her head back, and kissed her, open-mouthed. With a low moan, she thrust her tongue into his mouth, and took possession of him-
When they finally broke apart, Marie was trembling with emotion from head to foot. He asked her softly if she would like him to take her home: she stared at him for a long minute, eyes wide: then she drew a deep breath, nodded her head once, then buried her face in his broad chest and burst into tears-. He comforted her with a long tender kiss, then drove her quietly home. Neither of them said a word on the way-both of them seemed to know instinctively that a decision had been taken that was to affect them both.
Outside her door, she asked Gerard if he would like to come in for a little while and have some hot chocolate with her: he accepted her invitation gravely. Once inside, he looked at her with a little half-smile on his lips: then he held his arms out to her and said the one word-"Darling--. " In a flash, she was in his embrace-no longer grave, as she had been in their latter moments in the car: but gay and vibrant now, and fired by some inner compulsion that kept her lips moving provocatively under his, and her hands running urgently up and down his back.
She looked very beautiful as she stood there on tiptoes in his arms, with her head turned up to his and a soft blush suffusing her pearly skin. Gerard took her by the shoulders and held her away from him, so that he could admire her: he felt her shiver beneath his touch, and as he ran his hands down her bare arms her mouth half opened in a little gasp-She was wearing a light sleeveless summer blouse, and beneath it he could see a tiny wisp of brassiere: despite himself, he was unable to take his eyes from the twin mounds of her breasts-'If a little flimsy thing like that is all she needs,' he found himself thinking, 'she must be really firm! ' . He felt his loins stir as he pictured himself playing with her naked rosy nipples, teasing them with his tongue till they stood out proud and aching, like two tiny thimbles-His hot gaze went on down her bodyslim, and beautifully proportioned; well-rounded wherever Nature meant, but not an ounce of surplus flesh about her-And then the long exciting legs, which had aroused his interest at their very first meeting: tonight they looked especially enticing, for Marie was wearing higher heels than usual, to compensate for Gerard's greater height-
In a sudden flash of insight, he saw that the pretty waitress could prove to be the girl of his dreams. Each component part of her seemed perfect in itself : and put together, the separate features blended into a perfect whole, so that a man's heart must turn over in his breast as he feasted on her beauty . He found himself wondering why he had not been out with her before: for a moment he felt an insane urge to fall on his knees before the pretty darling and babble out an apology. "I know I should have taken you out long before this, but I've been very busy fucking Mme. Claire, and buggering her, and whipping her pretty little butt-oh, and sleeping with M. Pierre too, of course-so I really haven't had much time, have I?" No-that would hardly do-How about-"Please take off all your clothes, my darling, and lie down on the bed-I want to split your little cunt wide open with my fine big prick?"-. He heard himself stammering insanely-"I-I can't stand it, Marie! You're so beautiful, my darling! " This simple compliment was exactly right for the unsophisticated waitress and her eighteen years. She gave an inarticulate little cry of joy, then pulled his head down to hers and kissed him fiercely on the lips.
His hands went up to her thick chestnut hair, held in a rich pony-tail by a simple elastic clip. Very slowly, he undid the clip and tossed it aside: then he combed the long hair out with his fingers so that it hung down to her shoulders, all glinting in the light. Her eyes went misty with emotion at the touch of his hands upon her: then she gave a little laugh of pure happiness, and tossed her head so that her hair danced round her and obscured her face. Then her mood changed again, and suddenly she looked like a startled fawn in the forest who hears the approach of the hunter-Gerard could sense her feelings perfectly. She was a virgin-of that there could be no doubt: she had set out to captivate him, just to prove to herself that she was desirable, and cleverer than some mere stupid male. Now she was caught herself-and knew it: she had known from the time she first saw him that this one was . Her Man; now, her body was urging that the time had come for her to surrender her virginity to him-but her mind was reluctant to accept the fact-
Gerard sensed that the time had come-if he struck now, while the iron was hot, she would be his-. He gazed fixedly into her eyes; then, in a low, urgent tone he said, "Darling! " and made a little 'upwards-outwards' gesture with his hands towards her blouse-She knew at once that he wished to see her naked: and she blushed with embarrassment-even as her hands went slowly to the buttons of her blouse. The pretty child had taken the first step along the sweet path of surrender-and as the buttons opened one by one, she was deluding herself with the age-old fallacy. "There's no harm really-for I still have my brassiere: and besides, if I don't want to go on, I can always stop-' At last the blouse fell open: and now Gerard's expert hands ran softly over the back of her neck, to pull her head gently onto his: then they stole quietly down to the slim waist, and started easing the blouse out from under Marie's skirt. Their lips met in a soft little kiss of tender affection: then suddenly they were swept up in a whirlwind of lust, and their mouths pressed fiercely against each other, wide-open, panting, till their teeth clashed together and their two tongues fenced savagely against each other.
Marie gave an inarticulate cry as her body brushed against Gerard's, and she felt the hard rod of his prick pressing against her stomach. Now she knew, for the first time with certainty, that she would give herself to her Beloved: and as her mind registered this thought and accepted it, she realized that her crotch was wet, and that her panties were being soaked by the leaking of her inner juices. In her present mood, there was nothing embarrassing in this-she felt it perfectly natural that her body should be preparing itself for penetration by her chosen male. Her tongue stabbed fiercely at Gerard's, and drove it back into his mouth-
Now Gerard eased the open blouse off her white shoulders: she put her arms behind her instinctively, shivering a little as the thin material rustled softly to the floor: then his hands were around her, and his fingers moving at the clasp of her brassiere For a moment, panic seized her, and she jerked within the circle of his arms: then his red pointed tongue darted maddeningly into her ear, and desire mounted within her once again. She felt the clasp fall open: and suddenly her breasts were free. Red-faced, she pressed forward against the broad chest of the Beloved: and he felt her trembling in the grip of her emotion as for the first time in her life she bared her body before a man. Gently, Gerard held her away from him, bending his head to kiss her as he eased the little brassiere down over her arms, and dropped it to the floor. Suddenly, Marie's courage seemed to return-she threw her head back proudly, and took a deep breath, thus raising her naked breasts into their fullest prominence: then she looked straight into Gerard's eyes, almost as if she were begging for his approval.
Gerard was struck dumb with admiration: this was no child standing before him, but a woman, perfectly formed, and of breathtaking beauty. Marie's breasts, of medium fullness, were firm and beautifully shaped, and set well up on her chest. The little coral nipples were not fully erect: but when he put his hands out with a wordless cry of approval, and started gently fondling them, they sprang into full prominence. She gasped and shuddered at his touch: the big gray-green eyes closed in ecstasy and her head went back-thus throwing the two lovely breasts further forward as though they were offering themselves to the Beloved. Gerard was quite unable to contain himself: his prick was standing hard as iron within his trousers, and the ache was almost more than he could bear. He bent his head down, and took one little nipple into his mouth, to tease and roll it with his tongue. Marie groaned with pleasure, and her whole body shuddered: between her legs, she felt another outpouring of her juices, and she knew that when the time came for her to surrender her virginity to her big lover, she would do so very willingly. She brought her arms up, and started stroking the dark head nuzzling at her breast. A sudden excess of passion seized Gerard, and his teeth closed lightly on the tiny bud of flesh: Marie cried out at the unexpected little nip of pain; then she shuddered with pleasure, and her arms drew him still closer to her-
With a little sigh, he released the swollen nipple and raised his head to peer anxiously into the pretty face. To his delight, a look of disappointment passed across it, and he heard her murmur softly, "More--! " He sank down onto one knee, and brought his head forward to the other nipple. Marie sighed with happiness, and her arms came round his head again: and now, to his delight, he felt her press her nails firmly into the back of his neck, and he knew that their love-making was not to be one-sided.
Very slowly, very carefully, he ran his hands down the slim vibrant body till they were at the hem of her skirt: when he brought them up again, they were beneath the skirt, so that it rode up her long legs-She shuddered as his palms brushed lightly over the backs of her pretty thighs; for she knew full well that the fall of each such outwork of her defenses brought the moment closer when the citadel itself must fall-Then the big hands had reached her butt: and she felt herself go weak inside as each firm globe was cupped and weighed. At the start, both hands went up and down in unison; but then Gerard was seized with a sudden whimsy, and his hands took on a reciprocating pattern, the right hand going down as the left came up, and vice versa. Marie found it strangely exciting to have a man rubbing the cheeks of her butt against each other in this way: she gave a little involuntary cry of pleasure, and again her inner juices seeped out from her throbbing cunt-Gerard profited by her confusion to bring his hands out from under her skirt, and quickly undid the buckle of her belt, thus allowing the skirt to sag down onto the swelling fullness of her buttocks. Very gently, he teased it past the firm elastic globes, until finally it fell to the floor in a little heap around her feet.
Now Marie was whispering monotonously-"Oh, darling! -Darling! --. " One hand pressed Gerard's head firmly against her naked breast: the other went down to grasp his shoulder for support. Then she eased her slim feet out of the high-heeled shoes, kicking them across the room: and finally she stepped out of the circle of her discarded skirt, hooked a toe under it, and sent it spinning to join her shoes-Now she was wearing only her panties and long silk stockings held up by a simple lace suspender-belt-
Gerard's heart leapt with joy when Marie herself unfastened the flimsy little belt: he knew that the apparently simple little gesture was of the utmost significance-for it showed that she was now a willing partner in her own seduction. His mouth relinquished its hold on her throbbing little nipple; and as she stooped to roll one stocking down and off, he bent down and did the same for the other-
For a brief moment, he pressed his lips against the front of the slim nervous thighs, reveling in the way the smooth flesh shivered at the touch of his lips. Then his hands went up to take possession of her panties-Marie bent forward with a little embarrassed cry as she felt her last garment being worked down over her hips; but Gerard's hand slipped down under the elastic at the back, and the sudden realization that he was fondling her naked butt made her jerk upright again in the vain hope that if she moved her hips, his hand would go away-The pants slipped down a little more: and now half the dark triangle of her bush was exposed to view-Marie moaned softly, and clasped her thighs together in one last despairing effort to arrest their fall: but now Gerard's hot mouth fell once more upon a sensitive nipple, so that she jerked backwards with a little gasp-The grip of her thighs relaxed: and now the panties were at her knees-and now her ankles-
With a little sob of resignation, she stepped out of them, to stand stark naked in her lover's arms-
CHAPTER 14
Gerard led the trembling girl over to her bed: she lay down on it quite naturally, and lay there gazing up at him as if spell-bound. He undressed swiftly, then stood beside the bed once more. The pretty brunette had a little half-smile on her lips now: and suddenly he found her unbearably beautiful-. He stooped over her, and their mouths met in a long searing kiss-. He took one of her slim hands in his, and laid it on his big upstanding prick: he felt her clutch at it convulsively, and watched her close her eyes and turn her head away with a little gasp, as though she dare not trust herself to look-She was breathing very fast as his head come down onto her breast, where his tongue made merry with her tender nipples till they stood up proud and full. Then the madding-tongue descended, to draw great shudders from her as it darted into her pretty navel, so that she writhed helplessly on the bed, and felt herself go moist below-One hand was teasing delicately at the little nipples now, so that they had no chance of relaxation, but must stand erect and helpless beneath his skilled assault. The other hand was at her knees, gently tugging one leg, then pushing at the other, so that without conscious effort on her part, her legs opened to expose her lovely crotch. Then she clutched desperately at the big prick in her hand, as she felt the firm tongue move down her belly and through the silky woodland of her bush-
Somewhat to his consternation, Gerard found himself nervous as a kitten as he led the pretty waitress through the preliminaries of pleasure. Normally, his prime consideration was his own sexual satisfaction: his partner's pleasure, per se, was of secondary importance-(though there were of course occasions on which the girl's orgasm was a first essential-for example, buggery of a pretty little butt was infinitely more rewarding if one's own orgasm were induced by the madly-twitching butt-hole of the spending girl-). But tonight, he was desperately anxious to ensure that Marie should find happiness in his arms-
Now his hand came upwards from her knee, the skilled fingers tickling gently at the silky surface of the inner thigh, so that she gasped with pleasure at his touch-At last he reached the centre of her being, and she shuddered in ecstasy as for the first time in her life a man's fingers played gently with her open cunt-She moved her long legs further apart; and his fingers felt the moistness inside her, as the twisting of her body moved her cunt about his invading hand-
The hand was suddenly withdrawn: but before she could voice her disappointment, Gerard's head moved down between her thighs, and she felt his tongue flick delicately down the length of her soft crimson slit-She shuddered violently under this new sensation, and the gray-green eyes rolled wildly in the pretty face, now contorted in a rictus of pleasure. She knew that the new phase of her life was very near: only a few more minutes, and she would be a maid no longer, but would become a woman. Her heart beat suddenly faster at the knowledge; and her hands went down to stroke Gerard's head, pressed against her open crotch, as he gamahuched her with his practiced expertise. Now his arms were under her thighs, and she felt her legs being lifted high, and spread apart. One part of her mind shrank from the shamelessness of her position: but another strove desperately to comply with the unspoken wishes of the Beloved in his lust, and offer herself to him in her nakedness, wide open and ready for his subjugation-She moaned in ecstasy as the cunning tongue began its work on her virgin clitoris, newly-exposed by Gerard's raising of her long slim legs-
To his delight, he found her beginning to adopt an in-and-out movement, tensing the muscles of her firm young butt and cocking her pelvis up and down, so that her open cunt slapped rhythmically against his eager lips as she strove to give herself in full surrender to the Beloved-Then her fingernails were digging into his scalp, and he felt the muscles stiffen on her inner thighs: she cried out in a raucous voice-"I'm coming! Oh God, I'm coming! It's wonderful-oh darling, ye-e-e-sss! "-and she was writhing and shuddering in an orgasm that had Gerard's eyes wide in admiration.
Five minutes later, she was blushing as she whispered in his ear-"I want to make you do it too, darling-It's wonderful-you'll see! " . He could scarce suppress a smile at the naivete of the pretty darling, imagining-before she had even lost her virginity-that she could instruct him in the joys of orgasm: but it was a kindly thought; she was looking particularly beautiful after her spend; and to be sucked off by her pretty mouth was a pleasure no sane man could refuse-. He straddled her in 69 position: then he shivered in anticipation as one slim hand came up to play with his hanging scrotum, while the other grasped his rigid prick and bent it downwards to her lips. Then she was planting nervous little kisses on the sensitive glans, and stabbing bravely with pointed tongue all up and down the surface of the big rod in her hand-till finally she gave a little whimper of desire, and he felt her warm lips close over him-. He shuddered at the thought of his big weapon in her fresh young mouth: then he dropped his head with sudden urgency onto her open cunt, and set about the task of giving her second spend-
Very gently, he thrust one forefinger into her vagina, until he reached the little membrane of her hymen: to his relief, Marie's maidenhead appeared-likely to offer only token resistance to his raping prick when the time came to deflower her: elated by the knowledge that her pain would not be severe, he removed his finger from her cunt and moved it down an inch, to tease and tickle at her half-open arsehole-This new sensation appeared to excite her almost beyond bearing: her loins burst into a merry dance beneath his eyes, while at the other end her ministrations to his captive cock redoubled in intensity-Both seemed to realize that they could hold out no longer-Gerard was growling in his throat as he sucked vigorously at the twitching cunt, while Marie was going "Mm-mm-mm! " in time with the rhythmical movement of her head as she drove it up and down the swollen prick-There was a sudden higher note, a sharp "Mmmmm?" of surprise, as the first spurt of salty spunk thudded into her mouth: then she was swallowing for dear life, as Gerard emptied himself for the first time into the body of his new mistress. The arrival of his spunk seemed to trigger her off in her turn: and with one monster wriggle of her pretty loins she was spending very sweetly, her brimming cunt working furiously beneath his lips, and her trim arsehole biting in regular cadence at his finger-tip-
At last the joint orgasm came to an end: Gerard raised himself from the slim naked body and reversed his position, to lie down alongside her and take her in his arms. She kissed him affectionately on the end of the nose; then the big gray-green eyes looked at him seriously, and she asked, quite simply-"Is it as good for you as it is for me, darling?" . He smiled at her, and nodded wordlessly. She went on, with a little blush on her pretty face-"But I don't know very much, and I'm afraid you may be finding me very dull-" . He silenced her with a long kiss: then he drew back, with a reassuring-"Not dull, my darling-, " till she smiled tremulously at him, and he smiled back with crinkling eyes; then she was grinning with joy, and suddenly they were both laughing out loud, and they both knew that they had made the other happy-Then for a long while they lay silent, and were very tender with each other-
Then, imperceptibly, the air became charged with tension: and both knew that Marie's time had come-They looked at each other with love in their eyes; then their mouths met in a long passionate kiss. Gerard felt her soft lips quivering beneath his; then he forced his way into her mouth with rigid tongue, till suddenly she caught fire and responded to his challenge. Now his hands went to her firm breasts, softly kneading and tormenting, till the coral nipples stood out like little thimbles, and he heard her moan her desire into his open mouth. He rolled his body onto hers, so that she gasped beneath the burden of his weight: then her arms went round him and pulled him down closer to her, till their mouths met again in a brief kiss that seemed to reassure her. Now she lay panting beneath him, eyes closed as if in prayer: and then, to his surprised delight, she put herself into the perfect position to facilitate his entry into her vagina-legs wide-spread to the very limit, and knees drawn up a little, so that her cunt yawned open as if in welcome of his raping prick-
Gerard had gone hard as iron again, and she moaned softly as she felt the big rod butting blindly along her open slit. Then he put one hand down, shifting his pelvis to one side: Marie gave a little cry of apprehension as she felt her soft lips being held apart, and the big firm prick-head sliding slowly in, filling her with a strange comforting fullness that was somehow mixed with menace-Now his arm was back; and this time he raised himself on both elbows, one on either side of her body, so that she was no longer bearing the weight of his torso: the movement drew his chest-hair over her rigid nipples, and she shivered at the sudden delicious sensation-. Her eyes locked onto his; and she could sense the aura of love emanating from his and reaching out to envelop her-She moved her hips a little, willing herself to open up and engulf the hard rod lying waiting in the entrance to her body-
Gerard felt her dilate beneath him. With a silent prayer, he lunged forward with all his weight: there was a sharp pain at his glans; then he was buried deep within the quivering body-
Marie's cry of pain as her hymen ruptured rang harshly in his ears. His heart leapt as he looked down at her: the beautiful eyes were filled with tears, and even after his anguished kiss had sealed her mouth, she continued to whimper for a long minute under the stinging pain in her vagina. At last the flow of her juices soothed her soreness; her loins shook in tribute to the presence of the Beloved inside her body: then her tongue crept out to meet his-
His buttocks rose, and fell: she gasped as she was reamed from top to bottom of her vagina; and for an instant a twinge of pain crossed her face as the friction of the big prick touched an area of soreness not fully penetrated by her protecting juices. Again he reamed her: and this time, a tiny shift of angle released her from all pain-and in its place came ecstasy such as she had never imagined, as her clitoris was gently massaged by the upper surface of the massive prick, until at the very end his crisp bush butted urgently between her parted lips, so that the wiry hairs scraped maddeningly across the sensitive surface of her naked button-
And now Gerard had fallen into a regular rhythm-In! -Out! -In! -Out! -that had Marie's eyes rolling in their sockets in utter ecstasy. As the splendid fuck grew in intensity, the pretty waitress felt herself rising to the very pinnacle of pleasure. She neither knew nor cared that her nails were raking Gerard's back, to leave long scratches that would have her biting her hp in shocked embarrassment when she saw them on the following day (and how Gerard's eyes lit up when she begged him prettily to punish her in expiation! -but he judged it wiser to restrain himself at this early date in their relationship). All she knew was that she was Woman, being served royally by her Man: and that his majestic fuck was sending electric shivers through every fibre of her body, so that sparks were bursting from her nipples and from the tiny little red button that was her counterpart to his big prick-Somewhere she could hear a woman crying out in agonized pleasure, a woman totally overcome with ecstasy: even as she realized, with a little shock of surprise, that the woman was herself, she knew that her time was upon her, and that she must come in streams, come in strea-ea-ea-eams, co-o-o-o-ome-
Gerard was tremendously excited by the successful conclusion to his endeavors. The loss of her virginity had pained Marie less than he had dared hope for: and her reactions to their first fuck were superb-His back would be sore for days-(end later, he could use her 'savagery' as a pretext for putting her in bondage): and just to listen to her cries as she spent in shuddering ecstasy was wildly stimulating-while to be inside the slim white body as it flailed and jerked its way through the monster spend was something else again-With a great groan, he went hurtling into a shattering orgasm that had him pumping his load of hot spunk deep into her pulsing vagina, so that she cried out in mid-spend at this sudden new sensation-
Afterwards, they lay pressed closed together in each other's arms, exchanging little kisses and tender endearments, as lovers will. Marie confided with a blush that she had known from the day of their first meeting that she would give herself to him-"And darling, I'm so glad I did! It was simply heaven when you came inside me-" she added shyly. She kissed him fiercely when he ventured the opinion that possibly, if she were a very good girl, they might repeat the experiment in the not-too-distant future-say in the next half-hour or so-But when he returned from an urgent visit to the bathroom some five minutes later, he found that she had fallen asleep, exhausted by her emotional experience-She looked very beautiful as she lay there stark naked, with a little smile on her lips to bear witness to her happy dreams. The crumpled bed was marked here and there with watery bloodstains from her lost virginity: and underneath her crotch a little pool of spunk had leaked out from her cunt and dried to tacky stiffness-. He felt a great surge of love roll over him as he looked at her lying there, so beautiful, so defenseless-. He covered her gently, kissed the pretty lips, and stole silently to his room.
CHAPTER 15
There followed a week of the most exquisite sexual joys for the two lovers, as Gerard led the willing Marie along the paths of pleasure. The pretty waitress seemed to regard her body as an instrument which Nature had made available to her in order that she might delight her Beloved: and she lent herself whole-heartedly to every posture and perversion that Gerard could suggest-
At their second session he introduced her to the pleasures of the mirror, reveling in the unabashed look of lust that spread over the pretty face as she watched her mirror-image kneeling astride the recumbent Gerard and driving her crimson cunt up and down his big hard cock-The next day, he took from her virginity, in a long, tender buggery that had her almost fainting with ecstasy as she was brought to orgasm three times, with his long rod planted deep in her twitching arsehole-
All this was highly satisfactory: and so far the two lovers had managed to keep their affair secret-Little Marie had always kept to herself: and as for Gerard-well, the staff had known for some time that he must have a mistress tucked away somewhere-no healthy man could eat that much, and sleep that much, unless he was using up his energy between the sheets! -But this state of affairs had existed for several weeks already, and the comings and goings of the big Room Service captain were no longer considered 'news' by the staff of the Hotel Paradiso-
Unfortunately, it was a different matter with the owner-Though Claire had realized ever since 'The Night of The Hairbrush' that her hold over Gerard was weakening, she did not accept the situation with equanimity: and Gerard was finding it hard to explain his continued absence from her bed-and body-Pierre too was showing a healthy curiosity, as the days went by and he found himself in sole possession of Claire's blonde beauty: and finally Gerard realized that common-sense, as well as good manners, dictated that he must make some explanation to his two friends. But if Claire and Pierre must know about Marie, then obviously she must be told about them-for he had no intention of keeping his previous liaison secret from his pretty young mistress-To his surprise, she took the news very calmly, and appeared to think it quite natural that in the satisfaction of his (or her) whims, 'The Boss' should have free call upon the services of 'The Underlings. ' Gerard was quite unable to decide whether this outlook stemmed from a refreshing amorality on the part of the little waitress, or from complete innocence-Wisely, he decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth, and pressed the matter no further.
Thus it was that Marie found herself one evening standing in Claire's darkened sitting-room, still wide-eyed with surprise that Gerard should so casually produce a key to 'The Owner's' suite-But more surprises were in store for her-The door to what was obviously the bedroom was standing half-open, and light was streaming out: and she could hear a curious duet of humming going on insideor perhaps grunts was a better description?-one voice was going 'Mm-mm-mm! ' the other 'Ng-ng-ng! ' in a lower key. So when Gerard led her forward by the hand, curiosity drove her along willingly enough-then her jaw dropped in amazement as she took the tableau on the bed within-she was looking at an energetic 69-Pierre's dark head was towards the door, his face bent down into the blonde beauty's wide-spread cunt, and his arms hooked over her slim, quivering thighs. Suddenly, Marie noticed that the manager's thumb and forefinger were buried deep in Claire's cunt and butt-hole: she turned to Gerard in delighted surprise, and before he could stop her, she blurted out, "Why, they're doing Our Trick! "
At the sudden interruption, the grunting chorus ceased, as the two heads stopped their sucking: Pierre rolled over, to free Claire; then they both sat up and examined the intruders. "Surprise! Surprise! " said Claire gaily to Gerard. "Now we know why you haven't been round recently! " She smiled at Marie; then she went on-"But one can't really blame you-she's quite exquisite! " Poor Marie blushed red, and wished she could vanish into thin air-imagine being in the same room with Mme. Claire and M. Pierre, and both of them naked! She stole a glance at the pretty blonde, and found that she had to admire the slim body with the firm breasts-and how the nipples were standing out! She must have been enjoying herself properly when she was interrupted! -
Then to her amazement Claire waved a hand in their direction, and said casually-"Amuse yourselves for a bit, will you? We'll be with you soon-"-and with that, she lay down on her back again, raising her long legs into the air as the manager resumed his post on top of her, and immediately the duet of 'Mms! ' and 'Nngs! ' broke out again. Shocked, Marie turned to leave, but Gerard stopped her with a laugh. "Silly goose! ", he said tenderly, "we're not supposed to go-it's Liberty Hall here tonight, and we're honored guests! " Fascinated by the sight and sounds of the two interlocked bodies on the bed, Marie allowed herself to be persuaded: but embarrassment seized her once again when Gerard started undressing, and nodded to her to do the same-. He laughed at her reluctance, saying-"Do you really think they've nothing else to do but look at you?" Suddenly, the little brunette's resistance melted; the groans of ecstasy coming from the bed no longer seemed embarrassing-she found them wildly exciting now. Her willing fingers flew to Gerard's assistance as he removed the clothing from her beautiful young body, till both of them were standing mother-naked in each other's arms. Seconds later, she found herself on her back on Claire's rich pile carpet, with the Beloved's big body looming over her, his splendid prick all red and rampant, ready for her: her eyes shone with love as she raised her arms and legs to him in wide-spread welcome-then there was the sharp hiss of her indrawn breath as he drove deep into her soft, willing cunt. Soon her little cries of pleasure formed a delightful descant to the grunting duet of the 69-
Claire and Pierre had been well along the road when the other two arrived: so it was not surprising that they should finish first. Claire was naturally saddened by the discovery that her big lover had found another, younger mistress: but she was comforted somewhat by his apparent willingness to participate in a friendly foursome: and there was no doubt that Pierre was steadily improving as a lover all the time-So all was not lost: and as the manager's big prick exploded into her mouth, she found herself sucking with a will, even as she went spiraling up; then she was falling down-down: and the golden stars were still as beautiful as ever; and Pierre's salty spunk was fresh and exciting in her mouth, and his tongue on her throbbing clitoris was maddeningly beautiful-Finally, they separated with a happy sigh of contentment; then they moved to the side of the bed and lay side by side, watching the exciting progress of the fuck below-
Marie had not yet been fucked by Gerard often enough for dull routine to have settled in-every time his prick invaded her, she experienced some new thrill, some hitherto unknown sensation. Thus the watchers on the bed were utterly enchanted by the wild reactions of the pretty waitress as the steady reaming of the big prick drove her ever nearer to the edge-Claire's face contorted into an 'Oooh! ' of sympathy as Marie's finger-nails raked angry scratches across Gerard's broad back: but he seemed quite oblivious of the pain-indeed, it must have spurred him on, for as they watched, his arms stiffened, to raise his torso clear of Marie's body: his head went back, and he bellowed--"Aaargh! ! " like some rutting stag: then they saw his buttock muscles knot together as he drove his loins down into the soft female crotch beneath him, and his prick burst high inside the velvety cunt-His arching back had uncovered Marie's torso: she looked utterly divine, great gray-green eyes rolling in her beautiful perspiring face, mouth open in a raucous cry of lust, and her young breasts standing firm and proud on her flushed body, with their little coral nipples pointing up like miniature thimbles. Then she was jerking and gasping and crying and scratching at the body of the Beloved, till finally her spend was done and she collapsed limply, panting deeply till her excited heart slowed to a more normal beat-
When she came to her senses a few minutes later, she was horrified to find herself being quizzically inspected, all naked and well-fucked as she was, by her two senior bosses-the manager, and the owner herself. But her embarrassment was soon dispelled-both congratulated her on her monster spend, and slowly she began to feel less in awe of the older couple-who were, after all, doing much the same as she and Gerard were! Soon they were all four sitting on Claire's bed like old friends, with the pretty blonde propped up on pillows, like a queen surrounded by her courtiers. Claire smiled at her young employee and said-"My dear, I ought to be very cross with you, I suppose! You've stolen this naughty boy away from me-"-she put her hand out and tousled Gerard's hair-"But dear Pierre's being very good to me-so I'm getting over it. If you'll let me borrow him every now and then, I'll promise not to try and win him back! "
Marie hardly knew what to say to this: but she was somewhat startled to hear her lover agreeing, apparently whole-heartedly, that this offer was eminently fair and reasonable. In actual fact, Gerard was so relieved to find that Claire had accepted Marie's arrival on the scene, that he was ready to do almost anything to keep her in this friendly frame of mind). Claire then turned to Gerard-"Well, kiss me then! " she said. Marie felt a sudden pang of disappointment as her lover turned to Pierre, and said casually-"Look after Marie, will you, old man?" Then he turned to her, kissed her tenderly on the lips, and said-"Now you be nice to Pierre! " Then the dark head moved closer to the blonde: and suddenly she found the manager's arm round her, and she felt she would have cried if he had not done that at just that very moment-She gave him a grateful little smile, and followed him as he motioned to her to move clear of the bed. She clutched at his arm as she saw Gerard's tongue go deep into Claire's open mouth: then the blonde beauty pushed him away with a wicked little smile, and said quietly-"No-KISS me, you fool! "
Then Marie stood spellbound with fascination as Gerard burst into sudden action: she found herself leaning back on Pierre's strong arm with real relief-"So Mme. Bitch wishes to be kissed, does she?" he said in a cold tone. "Very well then, she shall be kissed! " . He seized her by the ankles and drew her slim body over to the edge of the bed, so that her buttocks were resting on the edge-while Marie waited in terror for the outburst of anger that must surely come to punish her lover's rudeness to The Boss: but Claire merely moaned a little in his grasp-Then his hands went up and forward and out and down; Marie gasped as she saw the position in which the lovely body was being held. Gerard had doubled Claire's legs back, sharply bent at hip and knee, and spread them apart so that her thighs lay along the side of her body. As he pushed them down ruthlessly, her loins came up off the bed a little, so that her cunt was shamelessly displayed. Marie's eyes goggled as the crimson slit opened wider and wider, so that the blonde-haired lips were spread in a vulgar grin, to reveal the yawning mouth of Claire's vagina: she found the spectacle disturbing in the extreme, and knew she was going moist herself-The realization made her stir restlessly in Pierre's circling arm: and as her emotion grew, she scarcely noticed it when his thumb and forefinger moved over her breast, to capture the rigid little nipple and tease it till it ached deliciously-
Still there was no protest from the pretty blonde-But Marie was certain that Gerard's behavior now must earn him a sharp reproof: her eyes grew round as she watched him abandon his grasp of the slim legs-(but curiously, Claire made no attempt to profit from her freedom)-and seize her two wrists: then he brought her arms across the front of her body, over the backs of her thighs, and took both wrists in one big hand, so that poor Claire was in fact being made to hold herself in this shameless open position-nor could she release herself, as long as her wrists were pinioned-
Claire, of course, had no intention of protesting her treatment. The 'gut-thrill' was very strong as she realized Gerard was about to submit her to a gamahuching which promised little delicacy; it would be rough, and very thorough-and very, very satisfying. She was almost surprised to find that she felt no bitterness towards her big ex-lover-after all, it still seemed possible to enjoy him-witness her present position-and if his little waitress could be persuaded to lose her shy naivete, future sessions could well prove rewarding in a very spicy way-Then all such thoughts were driven out of her mind as Gerard's head came down, and she felt his teeth nibbling urgently along one of the soft, hairy, widespread lips-
When the incoherent sobbing cries had died away to a contented whimper, and the streaming cunt lay still at last, with only an occasional twitch bearing witness to the recent mighty orgasm, Marie felt a new respect for her cool, cultured employer: she herself knew, of course, how very persuasive Gerard could be-but somehow one had never thought of Mme. Claire as a woman before, or imagined her capable of shuddering and shouting her way through a lovely long spend; but it had been really thrilling to watch her, as Gerard tormented her helpless quim with tongue and teeth and fingers, till the poor thing simply burst into her orgasm!
Marie was almost relieved to find the hand fumbling insistently between her thighs-this was the second time that the handsome manager had done exactly the right thing at exactly the right time. She opened her legs to him, and felt his finger slide along her brimming slit with a delightfully exciting effect-Really, Gerard was behaving very badly, leaving her alone while he played around with Mme. Claire! It would just serve him right if she paid him back with M. Pierre, who was really behaving very nicely to her. Her hand stole out and closed round the manager's big prick; and she felt it stir and begin to swell within her grasp-
Gerard released his blonde captive, and eased his body further onto the bed. Then he turned to his audience, and announced cheerfully-"My next trick, ladies and gentlemen, is done with mirrors! " Marie's eyes lit up-she thought she knew exactly what was going to happen: then came the little stab of resentment as she realized it was not going to happen to her: suddenly, she made her mind up-she would teach him a lesson, then! Pierre grinned appreciatively as her open mouth came down on his, and he felt her tongue exploring boldly past his teeth-
Now the pier-glass was in place, and Claire was kneeling astride the recumbent Gerard: but to Marie's surprise, the slim body bent forward, rather than back-She gasped as she saw her lover greasing Claire's trim arsehole, and realized that the mirror could be used for a buggery as well as for a fuck-Then Pierre had brought the chair from Claire's dressing-table, and was sitting on it, turning so that he could watch the tableau in the mirror. She felt him draw her gently towards him: then she was swung round in his strong arms and up off her feet, to find herself sitting astride his naked thighs, her back towards him-His big prick was rigid now, and it was terribly exciting, hobbling about behind her butt like that-His hands went underneath her buttocks, and she was lifted up and back: as the big mushroom head brushed against the wide-spread lips of her cunt, she felt herself go beautifully wet: then slowly-slowly, hr eased his lovely burden down till Marie found herself impaled-
On the bed, Claire was staring fascinated into the blue eyes of the blonde in the mirror: all she could see of the man using her was the foreshortened thighs, and the base of the big prick that was hidden in the depths of the girl's butt-; then as she watched, the mirror-man put out an arm, and a pointed finger started frigging the mirror-blonde's red clitoris, so that her white body began to writhe-Claire heard herself gasp at the lovely sensation in her own rectum, as she found herself writhing in sympathy with the mirror-girl-
Marie, watching fascinated, was already dripping juices down Pierre's big prick when his hand came round to tickle her clitoris-She knew she could not hold out very much longer: and she longed to know whether her own cunt had gone as red as swollen as Claire's had, in the mirror-She had found that if she flexed her thigh muscles in a certain way, it raised her pelvis up about an inch: and for some time past she had been rhythmically frigging herself on Pierre's impaling prick. Now, the added distraction of his finger on her buttom was more than she could stand-She felt a moment's tiny disappointment that she had been unable to hold out till the white body in the mirror started spending: then she was jerking helplessly in a fierce, wild orgasm that swept Pierre along with it, so that he exploded into her writhing cunt in a burst of sensation that blotted out the pain of her nails clutching fiercely at his bare thighs-
On the bed, Gerard heard his little mistress crying out in raucous ecstasy as she spent deliciously on Pierre's big raping prick: the sound triggered off his own orgasm, so that he sent his hot spunk thudding high into Claire's sensitive rectum. At that, the blonde beauty herself joined the parade of pleasure, falhng down-down-in a shower of golden stars whose maddening touch brought the cream welling out of her widely-stretched vagina to seep slowly down her slim, twitching thighs-
CHAPTER 16
The four friends were lying happily on Claire's bed, resting after their exhausting participation in Gerard's 'mirror trick,' Marie was feeling particularly happy: the little waitress had lost most of her shyness by now-after all, being fucked by the manager while one's lover was buggering the owner sort of loosened things up, didn't it? There had been a specially tender moment just after the tableau broke up-Gerard came over to her and kissed her tenderly, and at the touch of the Beloved's lips, she had burst into tears-On being pressed for an explanation, she had sobbed out to Gerard-"Whe-when Pierre did me, d-darling, I enjoyed it! " and everyone had been very kind to her and made her realize there was nothing disloyal at all in her enjoyments-and suddenly she had felt better all over, and kissed everyone very warmly. And now she was feeling randy again-only neither of the men seemed ready yet for fun and games-
Thus the timing proved very propitious when Claire decided that she would make a play for the pretty waitress-not from any Lesbian motives, but merely as a form of 'insurance': she could see that Gerard was more taken with the little brunette than perhaps he himself knew-and the last thing she wished was for Marie to say she hadn't enjoyed herself, and didn't want to come back-for she suspected that in this case Gerard would acquiesce meekly, and then she would have lost him for good: but if Marie could be won over, then the prospects looked good for further sessions in the future. Furthermore, she realized that the fact that she was 'The Boss' must inevitably produce a certain amount of constraint in the younger girl's attitude: Claire felt it essential that this be rectified as soon as possible-even if it entailed her losing a certain amount of-she smiled wryly to herself; she had been about to say 'dignity'-but the word hardly seemed appropriate, when she thought of herself being gamahuached in bondage and then buggered in front of a mirror by one of her employees, with more of her employees looking on! She moved over to Marie's side and said-"You make me awfully jealous, you know! I wish my breasts were as beautiful as yours-": and what could be more natural than to put her hand out and cup one of Marie's breasts, to illustrate the point of her remark?
The stars were with her-Marie was flattered by The Boss' obvious admiration: she was also in a mood, on this incredible evening, to sample everything that Opportunity might offer: and finally-and perhaps most important of all-Gerard himself caught on at once to Claire's intentions, and threw himself behind her scheme-Marie could never quite recall how the transition had been effected: but from 'physical attributes,' they had somehow moved on to a discussion of 'sexual prowess,' and finally she had found herself accepting the blonde beauty's challenge-or had it been Gerard who suggested it?-anyway, she was quite certain that her Beloved approved of the proposal-which was, quite simply, a contest between herself and Claire to see who could make the other come first in 69-
Everyone agreed that Marie should have the top position, as affording a better chance for a novice to control her opponent: and she had experienced a sensuous delight at the feel of the slim thighs tucked back under her arms, and the heady odor of the cunt and arsehole spread out just below her face-Claire's finger in her anus soon stopped her day-dreaming: and she set about sucking the blonde-fringed quim for dear life. At the other end, Claire's skilled tongue had the neophyte's slit wet with juices in double-quick time. The two men found their ardour very soon restored by the enchanting spectacle of the two lovely naked bodies working vigorously at each other: and Gerard was soon plotting a thrilling routine for future 69, in which the girls would be held in close contact by a broad tight waistband enveloping them both: he and Pierre would be armed with switches, and each would 'own' one butt-which he could whip when it was in the upper position-and the torment would continue until they achieved their orgasm-: he thought it would be rather fun to watch the naked girls rolling desperately over and over on the floor, trying frantically to avoid the stinging cuts of the thin switches as they sucked each other's cunts-
Marie was now finding that Claire's ministrations had brought her perilously near the edge. The blonde beauty had one finger deep in the trim brown arsehole, while thumb and forefinger of the other hand were nibbling maddeningly back and forth across the surface of the open hole-The little waitress felt like putting her head back and howling like a dog, in sheer ecstasy: but she knew she must try for a sporting finish, even though it was clear that she had lost the match-as the muscles in her loins contracted preparatory to bursting into the rhythmic pulsing of her spend, she redoubled her attentions to Claire's pretty crimson cunt, all abrim with juices underneath her busy tongue-
Claire grinned in triumph as the fresh young cunt to which her mouth was glued burst into frenzied activity, and she felt her head being shaken from side to side as Marie's loins writhed in her orgasm. Then the blue eyes rolled in their sockets as the frantic brunette's teeth, tongue, and fingers on her open quim sent her spiraling upwards-and while Marie herself was still shuddering in mid-spend, the blonde beauty started her long fall down-down-down, till the bed shook with the violent jerking of the two lovely bodies-
The two men clapped in approbation as the perspiring girls disentangled themselves, to lie panting in each other's arms. Claire was more than happy-her experiment had been a resounding success: and she kissed Marie warmly, partly out of relief, partly out of affection-for she found herself growing quite fond of Gerard's pretty little waitress. Marie returned her kiss with interest-she could scarcely bring herself to believe that she had actually been sucked off by The Boss-and so very satisfyingly, at that! What an evening this was turning out to be--!
But the surprises were not yet at an end-Gerard was in no mood to let the girls lie idle very long: and soon after they had recovered from their delicious 69, he was nuzzling impatiently at Claire's firm breasts, till her nipples stood up once again, and she felt the first faint stirrings in her loins. But the 'gut-thrill' seized her menacingly when he turned to Pierre, to say with a gay laugh-"I think it might amuse Marie to see Claire do the splits-don't you?"
To Marie, it seemed as if everyone had gone mad at the same moment-Claire started shouting "No! No! " and made desperate efforts to escape from the bed: but Gerard flung himself on top of her, and pinned her down: while Pierre leapt to the floor, raced over to the pile of discarded clothing, to come back with the two belts from the men's trousers in his hand-The horrified Marie watched the struggling blonde being manhandled into a face-down position: then the two men forced her arms behind her back, using the belts to tie each wrist firmly to the opposite elbow, so that Claire's two forearms lay immobilized along each other. Then Gerard lay down alongside her: his prick seemed bigger and longer than ever, and the head had gone all shiny red, and was right up by his navel-
Now the two men took the sobbing Claire and levered her up onto Gerard's body by main force, so that she lay on top of him, belly to belly. She cried out and struggled when Pierre lifted her hips, to allow Gerard to line his prick up with her cunt: but with her arms pinioned, she was relatively powerless-and though it was clear she did not wish to allow him access to her body, she was soon impaled-Then Marie saw Gerard's knees come up between the slim quivering thighs, forcing them rudely apart. He lifted his feet, then splayed them out, so that when they dropped back to the bed they lay outside Claire's lower legs-thus holding her firm, and completely in his control.
Pierre beckoned her to the foot of the bed, and she went and stood beside him. Then her eyes popped as Gerard's legs started slowly separating-taking Claire's with them: and since her legs were outside his, she was opened just that much the wider, till at the end Marie felt she must surely split apart-She found it one of the most exciting sights imaginable, as Gerard's big legs forced Claire wider and wider open, till her pretty cunt was in full view, stretched tight round the shaft of the big prick disappearing into her vagina: and as her legs were spread, Claire's butt was cocked higher into the air, until finally her little arsehole could just be seen peering out from between the two lovely globes. The slow, steady ream got under way: and Marie almost cried out with pleasure as she saw the mouth of Claire's cunt changing shape with each in-and-out of the big swollen prick-and she felt herself going moist between the thighs as she watched. Pierre left her for a moment; and when he came back, her jaw dropped with sheer amazement-for he was holding Claire's stiff-bristled hairbrush in his hand-
By the time the spread-eagled blonde had been brought to the verge of her orgasm, Marie had grasped the essentials of the situation. Pierre had drawn the bristles feather-light across her nipples, and she had gasped at the maddening sensation with which he was busily tormenting Claire's inner thighs, and the soles of her wildly thrashing feet; Then he had hit her smartly, once, across the buttock, so that she howled at the sudden cruel smarting sting: he had murmured-"While she's coming-"-and suddenly Marie had shuddered in fascinated horror, as she recalled the length of time for which she and Claire had been spending in their 69-Then Claire burst into her orgasm: and-'Phwock! Phwock! Phwock! '-Pierre's arm was rising and falling rapidly: and the lovely butt was dancing in agony, and turning fiery red-By now, Gerard had her head pinned down onto his, mouth to mouth, so that her frenzied shouting was muffled to a series of protesting 'Nnngs! '-'Phwock! Phwock! '-both writhing cheeks had been well larded, each with half a dozen cruel strokes, before the blonde beauty finished spending.
Pierre's eyes were glittering as he threw the brush aside, and turned to seize the pretty waitress by her firm young breasts. Within seconds, he had forced her to the floor: and Marie found herself being opened up into a 69 position and undergoing a severe attack from the excited manager, whose prick-now iron-hard after his delightful punishment of Claire's naked butt-was bobbing menacingly above her face. She judged it wiser not to let his ardor go uncooled: so without further ado, she took the big rod into her mouth and sucked it;-at first mechanically, then more ardently as his flying tongue set the juices flowing in her captive cunt: until finally the pair exploded in a long satisfying orgasm that had each of them panting and sweating as they sucked and swallowed for dear life-
Though inexperienced, Gerard's young mistress was no fool: and it was already evident-to everyone's unfeigned delight-that she had a natural aptitude for sex. Thus she was not entirely surprised, when Pierre finally assisted her to rise, to find that Claire was cooing happily in Gerard's arms: he had released her from her bonds, and was now gently stroking her red, throbbing buttocks. Marie had never heard the word 'masochism'; but she sensed instinctively that the pretty blonde had enjoyed the painful humiliation of the hairbrush on her naked butt. She also realized that in some odd way she herself was feeling slightly jealous: but when she attempted to analyze whether she was jealous of Claire, or of Gerard, the feeling slipped out of her grasp in tantalizing fashion-
For the finale of the evening, Marie had her first slight introduction to pluralism, and found it vastly to her liking-Fascinated, she watched herself in the pier-glass, being buggered expertly by Gerard, just as Claire had been-kneeling astride him with her back to him. Then he had pulled her back and down onto him, so that the whole front of her slim body was stretched open and defenseless from neck to knees: and she had waited, open-cunted, for his finger on her clitoris. Instead, to her surprise, Claire stepped forward and wheeled the pier-glass away: then she knelt down, and her urgent pointed tongue soon sent waves of delicious sensation spreading out from the little brunette's wen-licked cunt. Nor was this all: for now Pierre took post behind the stooped body of the pretty blonde: an. " how her tongue redoubled its efforts on Marie's poor clitoris, as the manager's long cock sank slowly into Claire's arsehole, till the crisp black bush was butting against the lovely globes, all sensitive and scarlet from their recent whipping!
Marie was almost incoherent from the beauty of the fourfold spend-Later on, she shuddered deliriously as the Beloved detailed, almost casually, the manner in which she would be taken next time they met together-. Her butt well whipped, she would be buggered by Gerard in the same position as this evening: then Pierre would fuck her, simultaneously, in her gaping quim. Claire would squat above her, facing Pierre, with her hungry cunt pressed down on Marie's mouth, in perfect posture to be sucked: and with her two hands she would tease the fresh young nipples till they ached. Pierre, meanwhile, would be playing with Claire's firm breasts, conveniently displayed in front of him. Then he, Gerard, would use one hand to tickle Marie's navel, while a finger of the other gave Claire a thorough massage in her arsehole, just above Marie's eyes-And thus all four would spend, very sweetly, very thoroughly-
Exhausted though she was, she found it hard to drop off to sleep when she got back to her little room. The exciting events of the evening passed through her mind in kaleidoscopic confusion: and her imagination ran riot over the pleasures yet to come-
Gerard also had the future on his mind: for the next evening, as they lay naked in each other's arms in Marie's narrow bed, he said to her casually-"After we're married, you won't mind carrying on with Claire and Pierre, will you? "-and just as casually, she had replied-"Of course not, darling! " Then they looked at one another wide-eyed, as they realized what they had said: and it was a time for happy tears, and kisses, and whisperings, and several most ecstatic fucks-And next day, when they went bashfully to the others to tell them of their plans, Claire laughed with pleasure, and blushed prettily, and announced that she and Pierre were also to be wed-
Other pens must take up the story of the four friends in their married state: let it suffice here to record that the two couples took their honeymoons together, in adjoining suites with intercommunicating doors. On their return, Pierre was taken into partnership, and Gerard became the new manager in his place: and for many years thereafter, the four friends found that life at the Hotel Paradiso was 'paradise enow'-
