Butter Wouldn't Melt (23 page)

I'd come close, and sat down on his lap, enjoying the feel of his trousers against my bare bottom to keep me reminded that I was the one with no knickers as I took his cock in hand and began to tug. He sighed in pleasure and relaxed back into the sofa, so that I had to guide his hand to my bottom myself. At last he got the message, and began to feel, squeezing my cheeks as I wanked him, and with an expression of utter bliss on his face.

‘You little angel,' he repeated.

‘More like a little devil, I think you'll find,' I told him. ‘If you like my bum so much, how about this?'

I'd moved as I spoke, with a delicious, daring thrill as I deliberately sat my bare bottom down on his cock. He felt hard, and extraordinarily hot, with his shaft wedged between my cheeks and pussy pressed to his balls. I'd only meant to be dirty, but it felt so good I wanted to come like that, or worse, take his cock inside me and find out how it really felt.

A few quick motions and my blouse was open and my bra up, leaving my breasts bare to my hands as I wriggled my bum on his cock in a rude little lap dance. He was gasping with passion and trying to rub himself between my cheeks, using my bum slit to wank in, a thought so dirty I could no longer hold back. I snatched for his cock, meaning to stuff it up my hole and put an end to my virginity then and there, only to realise my bum was wet and slippery.

He'd spunked in my slit, his shaft now slippery and hotter than ever. I could feel my bumhole rubbing on his veiny cock flesh, and his balls were against pussy, and in my hand. He gasped in what might have been pleasure or might have been pain, but I didn't care. I had his scrotum crushed to my sex, the wrinkly skin and the fat, hard balls within bumping on my clit, on the edge of orgasm, then there as I thought over and
over of how he'd made me drop my knickers to show him my bum and spunked in my slit.

It was gone eight by the time I arrived at Whispers, after cleaning myself up and being fed pasta with pesto sauce by Clive. He was well pleased with himself, while I had no regrets despite coming within an ace of losing my virginity to him. There was no sorry little conversation afterwards either, not this time. He asked if I'd do the same for him again some time and told him I would. After all, I was doing it for Mr Prufrock anyway, and Clive was not only a lot nicer, but could get a decent erection.

Inevitably I felt guilty about AJ, and I was thinking about her in the cab Clive had kindly paid for. I knew there'd be no compromise in her mind, but I didn't want to give up what I'd found, so I decided to compartmentalise my life: loving sex with women, dirty sex with men, spanking as circumstances dictated. There was also the problem of telling her I was going to Morris's party, because she was bound to find out in the end.

It seemed best to get it over quickly, and she was propping up one end of the bar without anyone we knew near by, so I took my chance, kissing her and immediately making my confession.

‘I have a problem, AJ. Morris has persuaded my little sister to come to his party on Saturday. I don't think she'll stay very long, once she sees the sort of man who'll be there, but I couldn't let her go alone. So I'm going. Sorry.'

I expected an explosion of anger, and probably to be dragged into the loos by my hair, where I'd have my head held down in the lavatory bowl, pissed on and flushed. To my surprise, she simply pursed her lips in annoyance, then nodded.

‘Typical fucking Morris,' she said. ‘OK, you go, and stick around long enough to find out who fucked me over. Get Big Mel pissed or something.'

‘She'll probably . . .'

‘I know what she'll do. Take it. You're tough enough to handle her.'

I wasn't at all sure about that, but I nodded in turn, and kissed her again.

‘Thanks, AJ.'

‘That's cool. Just don't get fucked, that's all.'

‘I won't. I promise.'

I meant it, despite having come within a moment of taking Clive's cock inside me just hours before. Morris's guests were a very different matter, especially as they were paying. I might enjoy thinking of myself as a tart, but I was quite definitely not losing my virginity as a prostitute. A free ticket to play with Melody was another matter, as she was both frightening and attractive, the perfect combination for me in a female partner.

‘So what did you get up to with Miss Muffet?' AJ asked as Gina pushed a drink in front of me.

‘She used a pussy pump on me,' I admitted, ‘and spanked me while I was all swollen up.'

‘Sounds fun,' Gina said. ‘I've seen those, but I've never tried it.'

‘It feels weird,' I told her, ‘but nice, and it looks . . . it looks obscene, but so sexy, like my whole body is centred on my pussy.'

‘I'd better invest in one,' AJ put in.

‘Yes, please,' I urged. ‘I'd like that.'

She took hold of the front of my blouse and pulled me close, kissing me hard on the lips, so that I was flushed and trembling when she let go. Gina gave a knowing grin and moved away to serve another customer, only to turn back as AJ slipped a hand into my blouse.

‘If you're going to do that, AJ, please take her in the back.'

‘Sure,' AJ answered, and she had taken my wrist.

I was in ecstasy even as she led me around the bar to the back room. Everybody was watching, about thirty girls, and every one of them knew I was about to be spanked and put on my knees. Several of them crowded after us, taking their places around the room as AJ calmly placed a chair at the very centre and sat down. I was taken over her lap, my skirt lifted in a casual, matter-of-fact fashion and my knickers pulled down with even less fuss. She had me bare, and it didn't matter, because I was hers to do with as she pleased.

What happened was entirely up to her, but this evening she was feeling kind. Hooking one leather-clad leg around my calf, she spread me open, stretching my knickers taut between my legs and leaving my bare pussy pressed to her thigh. She began to spank, hard from the very first, so that I immediately lost control to the pain, kicking and bucking across her knee to show off my bumhole and rub myself on her leg.

She held me down, ignoring my yelps and pleas for mercy, because she knew what was best for me. Soon my bottom had begun to warm and the pain faded to be replaced by pure, sexual heat. My squirming became slower and more rhythmic, and with my modesty already gone I was soon rubbing my pussy on her leg with ever greater urgency as the girls clapped and cheered to see me so well punished and so excited.

I came in no time, and was pushed down to the floor, to squat panting and dishevelled as AJ stood and calmly pushed her leathers down from her hips. My vision was hazy with tears and the aftermath of
my ecstasy as I crawled close, first to be made to lick up my own juices from the leather of her trousers, then put to her cunt. I was licking immediately, and if I was a novice when it came to cock-sucking I was a practised little tart when I had a mouth full of pussy.

She used me well, showing off to the girls by making me lick her anal star and stick the tip of my tongue in up her bumhole in full view. I did it more than willingly, revelling in my own humiliation and the taste of her bottom, willing to accept whatever she chose to do, no matter how dirty. A lick and a kiss was enough, and I had quickly been put back on her sex, where I was held firmly in place by my hair until she'd taken her orgasm in my face.

I made the best of Tuesday, concentrating on work for once after a night of good sex with AJ. The summation of the fraud trial was extremely useful, especially with Mr Montague to point out the important or interesting features as we walked back down Fleet Street together. I'd expected him to call a cab, which everybody at Montague, Montague, Todmorden and Montague seemed to do as a matter of course, but it turned out he wanted a bit of privacy.

‘I'm very much looking forward to Morris's party this Saturday,' he said as we reached the quieter streets near St Pauls. ‘It will be your first, I believe?'

‘Yes,' I admitted.

‘Morris, as you may know, is famous for his amusing little games, and while I am not acquainted with the details of the one he is planning this weekend, I do know it is called Ladies' Choice, and that the title reflects the essence of play. Would it be presumptuous of me to hope that you might consider me for your own selection?'

‘Not at all,' I told him, which was perfectly true given the other men I knew would be there, and then had second thoughts, ‘although I hope you won't be offended if I . . . if I choose another woman first, you know, just to warm me up.'

‘To the contrary,' he replied, ‘I can imagine no more satisfying spectacle.'

He meant watching me spanked by another woman, and I felt my tummy go tight at the thought. If I was supposed to play up to Melody, and chose her, it seemed likely she would start by spanking me in front of the everybody, men included. What happened after that was up to me, but I knew I'd have been lying to myself if I tried to pretend I might not end up finally getting a spanking from a man. Of all the people I knew would be there, Mr Montague was by far the best one to do it, stern and yet gentlemanly and fair, without any of the filthy habits which characterised the others, or at least, not to the best of my knowledge.

‘There is also the matter of Maggie's punishment,' he went on as soon as a group of tourists had passed, ‘which I imagine you will enjoy?'

‘Very much,' I replied, earnestly.

‘She can be something of a martinet,' he chuckled, ‘and you won't be the only one to enjoy her downfall, I can assure you. Lucius has been waiting his chance for quite a while, while there is nothing Morris and his guests enjoy more than to see a dominant woman receive a sound spanking. Seeing her obliged to make her choice will also be rewarding.'

‘Isn't she likely to choose you?'

‘Oh good heavens no, I think she'd rather have it done by Morris himself! Normally, I expect she would choose another woman, but every girl there will be out for revenge. She can be very cruel, and
Melody in particular would dearly love to make her suffer in turn.'

‘So would I,' I told him, remembering the humiliation of being made to feel I should still be in nappies and the sensation of the stamp handle up my bottom.

‘While the men,' he continued, ‘will know how to deal with her anyway, and may even find themselves offered some interesting encouragement by girls out for revenge. There is always your little sister, of course. Yes, she will choose Jemima in the hope of a weak and inexpert spanking.'

I was going to ask how he knew Jemima would be coming, but it would have been a stupid question. Morris could easily have taken some sneaky photos of her on his mobile while we were swimming, so half the perverts in London probably had pictures of her in her bikini and an offer of the chance to spank her if they came to the party.

‘I doubt Jemima will be there very long,' I told him.

‘No?' he queried.

‘No,' I said firmly.

On Wednesday I was going to be back in the basement, and I knew it was my last chance to win the bet if I wanted to be able to present Melody with a cheque. Even if everything went to plan it was bound to take Clive a while to extract the money from Mark, and ideally I wanted the funds awaiting clearance in my own account by the Friday afternoon.

Inevitably I was nervous, but it's peculiar what routine can make one accept as normal, because it seemed perfectly natural to be taking my knickers down the moment Mr Prufrock had locked the door.

‘That's my popsy,' he said happily, his eyes glued to me as always, ‘off they come now and let's have that little bottom bare.'

First, I needed to get him sufficiently flustered to take off his jacket, so I threw my discarded knickers at him. I'd chosen the most girlish pair I could find, white with pink checks and a bow at the front. They landed on his thigh, just inches from his crotch, and he gave an appreciative gurgle as he used them to squeeze his cock through his trousers.

I finished my little striptease, removing my skirt and this time my jacket as well, to leave me completely exposed at the front and with just the tail of my blouse to cover my bottom behind.

‘It's very hot today,' I remarked. ‘I think I'll go like this, if you don't mind?'

‘Not at all,' he said, but failed to remove his own jacket. ‘In fact it's probably just as well, as you missed yesterday and you'll need to catch up.'

What he meant was that he wanted to squeeze an extra day's humiliation and display out of me, but that was all to the good. I went back to what I'd been doing on Monday, which involved a lot of lifting bundles of files, so I was soon putting on as rude a show of pussy and bumhole as he could possibly have wanted. He kept rubbing his crotch with my panties too, but still he wouldn't take off his jacket.

I was getting turned on, but he seemed unusually calm, spending nearly an hour just watching me work before he called me over to give him his show. Our plan was already running late, but there was nothing for it but to comply.

‘A little running on the spot today, I think,' he said. ‘Turn around.'

I hesitated only a moment before accepting the new humiliation, turning my back to him as I began to jog up and down, only for him to give a grunt of discontent.

‘No,' he said, ‘you're too firm for that. Do some jumps instead.'

Again I obeyed, putting my legs together and jumping on the spot to make my bottom meat wobble.

‘Faster,' he urged, ‘let's see those little cheeks jiggle, shall we?'

He gave a dirty little snigger as I obeyed, and after watching for a while he spoke again.

‘Take off your blouse. I want to see those titties jump.'

It was the first time he'd had me strip naked, making me feel more vulnerable than ever as I peeled off with trembling fingers. His eyes never once left my body, and as soon as I was down to my stockings and shoes I began to jump again, now facing him with my breasts bouncing on my chest.