A Chamber of Delights (21 page)

Boo stroked his buttock as it rose. She glanced at Gael and smiled demurely, whispering, ‘Do you think he’ll try to fuck me too?’

Gael grinned and whispered back, ‘He might if you play your cards right, Boo.’

Sophie sprang again. She tried to pull him off. She sat astride his back and beat him with her fists.

‘Get off her, you brute. Get off,’ she cried as she hammered at his shoulders. Tears streamed down her face, her breasts bouncing as she pummelled him. He rose and fell as he took Melindi hard. His back became slick with the nectar from the redhead’s sex. Her tears streamed down her breasts. But the man was in full spate, his animalistic energy at its height. He would not be moved by the slip of a girl. Instead he drove his shaft deep into the receptive cavern of his conquest. He was dominating her totally, pounding her into submission.

At first Gael was alarmed. This was not going according to the ‘dream’ unless, of course, he had been making that up from the start. Then Gael smiled with relief as she saw Melindi grin. She seemed to be loving every second of it. Even as Sophie pounded jealously at the man, this seemed to make the union more sensational for both him and Melindi.

Sophie gave up her attack and sat cross-legged on the floor, staring at the man’s buttocks as they rose and fell, watching his shaft curving into the hot, slick sleeve between Melindi’s legs.

Boo stroked his balls through his open legs.

Melindi began to moan and throw her head from side to side. She raised her hips, gaining strength from her approaching climax. This made her nipples chafe against his chest. Their bellies rode and slipped with perspiration. Melindi’s brow, her shoulders and her thighs were beading so profusely, it made her skin shine. Anastasia and Fiona raised her legs and pulled them back. They made her as open as she could be. Like this they presented her to him to drive down into. Wide and expectant, she seemed to need faster, harder treatment.

Boo rubbed his anus with one finger, pressing it in as he rose, withdrawing as he fell.

As he plunged it made Melindi’s body shudder. It made her gasp for breath, as she panted, ‘Yes – you bastard, yes.’

When she came, she let her tension go in a raucous cry and shuddered deeply from her vulva to her breasts.

Gael had seen that shudder many times. Melindi Mocambo had the most volcanic orgasms of anyone she’d known. She’d seen those breasts quiver and the nipples push right out until they stood like studs in their swollen rings of pimpled flesh. She’d seen that enormous vulva sucking on a cock, the bristly little hairs around its edges rasping at the shaft to make its owner moan with the sensation.

As Gael watched she saw the purple labia open, grip the paler cockshaft, then begin to spasm slowly. Like a large and succulent oyster, it contracted around his manhood. And Gael knew that with her legs wound around his hips, Melindi Mocambo would not release that cock until her pulses died.

Gael was right. He moaned as the woman squeezed him with the powerful muscles of her vaginal walls. And she knew what it must feel like to have that shaft inside them. She wanted it deep between her own.

The liaison ended as suddenly as it had started.

Melindi pushed him off. She stood over his hips, placed a bare foot on his cock and ground it into the tight flesh of his lower belly. She worked the scrotum slowly with her heel, holding the foreskin between her toes, masturbating it, making him push up against her sole for harder contact still.

As he writhed under the dominating foot, she had a look of triumph on her face. He worked himself against her frantically, trying to bring himself to climax. But he could not.

Anastasia sipped her tea.

Fiona took a chocolate finger and sucked on it thoughtfully as Melindi rubbed him with the sole of her foot.

Boo said dreamily as she opened an éclair and licked the cream inside it, ‘Do you think he’d come in my mouth if I sucked him very slowly?’

Six pairs of eyes watched Markwell closely, twisting and turning, opening and closing his legs. They watched his hips rise and his cock thrust, just as if it were thrusting into one of them. Gael wished that it was her.

Then he stopped the gyrations of his hips. He looked up at Melindi’s crotch, over her undulating belly, between her breasts and at her face-wide smile. Now he seemed to realise that she had had him in the way she’d wanted him, making him think that he’d had her.

Gael smiled too. The Nubian princess had mastered many a man like that.

Melindi put back her head and laughed. Then she lowered herself slowly, her feet sliding apart.

Anastasia knelt and raised the still-hard shaft. She pointed it up at Melindi’s wide-spread crotch as the model did the splits. Gael blanched at the thought of that vulva, so tightly stretched as Melindi flattened out.

With a gasp of satisfaction, the girl engulfed the whole of him and sank down on his balls. They welled out momentarily, so pink against the supple Nubian skin. Then they were engulfed as well as the gaping vulva came to rest.

Melindi leant back. She buttressed herself with her arms. Her breasts were now moulded smoothly to the contours of her torso. She was stretched so tightly that Gael could see the penis bulging under her skin. She rubbed it slowly as she closed her eyes and grinned. It was her final act of conquest.

Then she rose elegantly. She eased herself from his impalement in one, smooth motion and sank back into the Chesterfield, her finger between her legs. She displayed her throbbing labia to him as he turned his head and stared at them. His shaft appeared to surge. And when Melindi ran her finger through her slit, his hand went to his own hard flesh. In unison they worked themselves. Melindi set the pace, her finger gliding through her slipperiness while her gaze bore into his.

With every upward stroke of the long, black finger, he closed his hand and pulled his foreskin up. With every downward plunge, he bared his glans and made it swell. As it appeared through his fingers, it coloured purple for a second before it was hooded by his foreskin once again.

They masturbated slowly. Nothing at all was said. The whole of the room’s attention was focused on the masturbating hands.

Now he lay back against Anastasia’s legs, her finger in her crevice too. But Markwell had no thought for her. His eyes were fixed on Melindi’s crotch and the red-nailed, frigging finger.

He opened his legs, displaying to her just as she displayed to him. He showed her his balls and drove a finger deep into his scrotum as he rubbed his web with the fingers of his other hand.

In turn, she pulled her legs back, showing him her anus and the tightened membranes of her loins. The V between the woman’s legs led his eyes to the pulsing-mouth. And likewise, the V formed by his legs led Gael’s eyes to his balls and stubborn cock. Why the hell didn’t he come? The scene was driving her to distraction. Her quim was throbbing for the need to be sucked or filled – preferably both, and soon. She was getting really randy.

The pace increased. The mischievous Melindi knew how to goad the man. She frigged herself deeper and more quickly. He worked himself in sympathy with her tempo, his strokes shorter and more urgent. At any second, Gael expected him to spurt.

Melindi came again. As rich nectar welled and ran, she spread it around her vulva to make it shine deep purple.

As he pushed his hips up and strained, Gael waited to see a copious shot of semen. But he let go of his cock and lay back on the floor.

They all knelt round and viewed the organ, stiff and rosy from the pounding it had had, but still devoid of semen at the little mouth that opened in the tip. A finger touched the web. Another stroked his balls, while others smoothed his belly and his thighs.

Boo raised his cock and worked it gently. Then she produced a condom from a pocket and rolled it on. She knelt astride him, showing him her labia and the tight ring of her anus. Her fingers came from between her legs and splayed her vulval mouth for him.

Suddenly he was up, scattering the ministering hands. He pushed against Boo’s anus and was in it in a second.

The onlookers gasped. Fingers worked distended vulvas briskly.

Boo wriggled and pushed as he clawed her back and grabbed her hips to pull her tight. As Gael gazed down at the coupling, the view was the same as she had seen when she’d had Boo with the double-headed dildo. The difference was that this was real, hot flesh, not a rubber imitation. And it was buried in her bottom not her quim.

Gael couldn’t stand being left out. She knelt and held his balls through his legs. She tightened his foreskin by pulling his sac to make him thrust deep into Boo.

Boo came with a judder and a little cry of relief. Gael could feel her contractions on the cock between her fingers. But still it didn’t shoot.

As he turned to look at Gael, she came back to the reality of the situation. She recalled what came next. He’d had five of them in different ways and now it was her turn. She was the sixth and final woman in the dream.

Quickly, she rose. She turned and walked sedately from the room. She was halfway up the stairs before she heard him, his footfall heavy as he came.

She started to run.

He bounded up the stairs, two at a time.

She reached the top but stumbled. Unable to rise quickly enough, she started to crawl along the landing, but he caught her gown and ripped it off, leaving her naked apart from a minimal thong.

She crawled away again.

This time he caught her ankle. He gripped her hard and dragged her back towards the staircase. Her belly and breasts chafed on the carpet, her nipples swelling with the heat which the friction caused. The thong cut into her crotch, parting the lips of her purse, rubbing at
her anus. She could feel her moisture running. She could feel the heat in her belly rising fast.

She grabbed at a table on the landing, but could not halt her slide. Her hips rubbed the edge of the topmost stair, her knees lodged a little further down.

The thong tightened in her crotch as he took hold of it. When he ripped it apart she felt the coolness of air on her naked purse.

Then she felt the pressure of his hands upon her buttocks. As he stood on a stair below, straddling her legs, the tip of his cock came level with her vulva.

She felt its heat, then felt his fingers open her widely. She moaned with the sensation of the swollen head of his shaft pushing between her vulval lips, his thumb penetrating her anus.

AS GAEL GLANCED
around, she was aware of five eager faces looking up from the bottom of the stairs.

She was also aware of the triumph on the face of Hilton Markwell as he drove himself between her legs. As she felt the heat of his shaft push through the moistened fringes of her vulva, she closed her eyes and sighed.

It was difficult to breathe, her belly hard against the topmost stair, flattened to the landing. Her breasts rubbed on the carpet, her bottom on his thighs as he thrust into her. Then she recalled her role in the fantasy.

She wriggled. She pushed out at him to unbalance him but this only served to make him penetrate her deeper. She felt the hardness of his pubis against her anal ring. She wriggled even harder, managing to make him take his hands from her hips to stop himself from falling. It was all she needed to escape.

In a second she was on her feet and bounding along the corridor. Her heart beat fast and her breath rasped from her throat.

His heavy footfalls behind her told her he was near.

She hit the wall at a corner with outstretched hands, turned and sped on. But, in her haste, she passed her bedroom door. There was only one haven – the linen cupboard. Wrenching the door open, she fell inside. She
hoped against hope that he would not have reached the corner before she’d closed the door.

The little room was black, the light switch on the outside. She stumbled on a pile of sheets dumped upon the floor. She swore at Sophie for being so untidy and hoped that Markwell would not have heard her fall. In the darkness she groped for a hand hold. But before she could get up, the space was filled with light as he flung the door aside.

On her back, she looked up at him, his eyes afire with lust. Her lightning glance took in his cock, springing as he breathed. Upon the tip a little bead of moisture welled. So he was near to climaxing at last.

Supine among the bedclothes, Gael was at a loss. For the second that he stood there, she knew that she was his.

The light was eclipsed as he closed the door, leaving her in darkness. Then she felt his knees on the insides of her own knees as he knelt between her legs. She felt his hands upon her ribs, the thumb and fingers cradling her breasts. And she felt the heat of his cock again, as it nosed into her cleft.

‘Get off, you pig,’ she rasped into the darkness. ‘Get out of here, this instant.’ She tried to wriggle free from him, but there was nowhere to escape to.

He said nothing as he thrust through her vulval lips. In the silence, she heard it sucking on his cockshaft as it slid in. His own silence added menace to the scene. Although she knew he wouldn’t hurt her, the charade had taken a more sinister twist. But that stimulated her more than any loving treatment might have done. She wanted him so badly now. The stripping of him in the salon had fired her up. And watching him taking the girls one at a time had brought her to a pitch of readiness from which she could not retreat. If he took her protest literally, he would leave her with her need.

He held her in the blackness, his cock inside her
swollen, clamping sleeve, his testes brushing at her loins. Now as he thrust he pressed down on her ribcage, pivoting on his hands. He drove himself deep into her, letting out a gasp of satisfaction as his penis reached its limit, and her vulva squeezed its shaft. Gael gasped with the sensation of fullness.

But then he pulled right out. She felt his helmet barely touch her labia. It cooled for the second that he held it out and then it plunged in again. He was playing with her cruelly. He was feeling what her heat was like. He was enjoying that elation which she knew must come from the first touch on a woman’s fleshy purse before he thrust his cock inside her.