The Gentlemen's Club: Volume One in the 'Noire' series (3 page)

The notion held some appeal
to
MacCaulay
who could see what Mademoiselle’s keen
eye had penetrated far earlier: that Daisy was a girl of unfulfilled passion,
shy and inexperienced, but wonderfully responsive.
 
It took no more than a moment for one of
his number to rise and approach the Master of Ceremonies. Daisy’s first lover
had presented himself.

Chapter Three

Debasement

For the final performance of
the evening, Mademoiselle Noire requested a volunteer. This time, Lord
MacCaulay
resolved not to dilly dally, immediately standing
to offer his services.
 
She laughed
at his eagerness but motioned him forward.
 
She requested that he remove his clothing, which he did without
embarrassment, being proud of his strong body. His chest, legs, arms and groin
were abundant in hair, and his phallus was of good size: such that he did not fear
it appearing unworthy beside that of the ebony hulk.

Once naked, he stood
expectantly, wondering if the mysterious Mademoiselle might also now remove
some of her garments. However, on hearing his query, she appeared nothing but
amused.

“Tonight, it is I who give
the commands sir, not yourself. Some other time, you may have the pleasure of
reversing our roles.”

From a trunk placed to one
side, she then brought out an item unfamiliar to
MacCaulay
:
a leg spreader. This she placed between his ankles, fixing them about two feet
part, so that he stood not uncomfortably, but rather self-consciously, his
genitalia swinging free. Within moments, she had also bound his wrists in front
of his body with a sash of velvet. His anticipation caused his penis to leap.
With a smile of satisfaction, he hoped that the other Gentlemen felt some envy at
him being the first to perform with Mademoiselle Noire.

However, Lord
MacCaulay’s
expectations were soon thwarted from their
course.

“Have you ever felt the touch
of a man gentle sir,” enquired Mademoiselle.

Not untruthfully,
MacCaulay
replied that he had, of course, during his school
days but not for some twelve years or so, and that his preference was certainly
for women rather than his own sex.
 

“I’m sure you speak the truth
sir, but perhaps we can reawaken a memory for you. Now you are a man, rather
than a mere boy, you may feel differently. Our tastes develop as we step our
way through the world.”
 
An
undeniable smirk played about her lips.

The challenge was
unmistakable. Lord
MacCaulay
became at once aware of
the close proximity of the black mountain and his body stiffened in alarm. It
was not the performance he had in mind and he cursed her cunning in having
tricked him so easily. He cursed her, yet felt a surge of arousal at the control
she exerted over him; she was a woman to be admired.

Barely concealed laughter
rippled through the assembled Gentlemen, determining him to steel himself for
whatever Mademoiselle had in mind. He would not allow his ‘colleagues’ or this
wily seductress the pleasure of seeing him discomforted.

Mademoiselle Noire bade the
African step forward. A mighty hand grasped each of
MacCaulay’s
buttocks, lifting and separating them, so that a draught of cool air moved the
hair growing the length of his crack and his anus was exposed; beyond his
control, he felt it wink, and he clenched his buttock cheeks involuntarily,
inspiring a firmer grip from the giant. He hoped that his face betrayed none of
his trepidation.

Mademoiselle observed him for
a moment, then remarked simply, “Very good.”

“Now, my gentle sir, our
ebony friend will place his phallus between your cheeks, there to pleasure
himself in whatever motion most satisfies him. He may knock at your door at
little, but he will not enter… yet.”

At this, Lord
MacCaulay
felt the full length of that black penis lodge
itself between his open cheeks, which were then released from their spread
position, so that they fully encompassed the organ behind him, holding it in a
tight embrace. The man’s member felt warm and dry, if a little sticky. With his
legs spread,
MacCaulay’s
nether regions were entirely
undefended. As the giant began the slow rubbing of his shaft along the crease
of the Lord’s buttocks, the latter was also obliged to endure the sensation of the
African’s heavy testicles bumping against his own. The African now placed his
hands either side of his victim’s pelvis, gripping firmly, so that he had no
choice but to stand as he was. In truth, it was not an unpleasant sensation and
there was certainly no pain involved. Nevertheless,
MacCaulay’s
heart beat at a rate unexpectedly rapid and he felt a rush of fear. At any
rate, he consoled himself, one way or another, he maintained a fair erection,
which he hoped was noted by his seated colleagues.

Reminding himself to breathe
slowly and keep his head, he took solace in the principle by which he aspired
to live: the enjoyment of experiences new and unexpected. He could hardly argue
that the evening had been a bore and, whatever transpired in the following
minutes,
he doubted he might describe it later as having
been dull.

“My dear sir,” remarked
Mademoiselle Noire, stepping forward to touch his cheek with her silk-gloved
hand. “It seems that we need to relax you. I’m sure that I detect a clench to
your jaw that betrays some apprehension.”

Damn the woman, thought
MacCaulay
.

Mademoiselle Noire then
pulled over a padded stool, which she placed before him, and dropped to her
knees, settling
herself
into a comfortable position.
Opening her lips wide, she took
MacCaulay’s
organ into
her mouth, warming it with the velvet flesh therein. In a manner best described
as feasting, she began to devour him, plunging her mouth back and forth with
vigour
and enthusiasm, careful with her teeth, while using
the length of her tongue, the softness of her cheeks, and the suction of her
lips to caress his member in the most dizzying fashion. Her face buried
repeatedly in his hairy jungle, where the pubes must have tickled her
ferociously, yet there could be no doubt that her enjoyment of the fellatio
matched his own. She grasped the back of his thighs to pull him towards her,
deeper into her throat with each lunge.

While
MacCaulay
enjoyed the delights of Mademoiselle
Noire’s
oral
ministrations, he continued to endure those of the dark giant behind. The
African had begun to grind himself with greater vehemence, so that emanations
of viscous pre-ejaculate now trickled down, allowing his phallus to move more
easily, lubricated in its confinement.

MacCaulay
was discovering that rear stimulation, albeit from a
huge black penis rather than the dainty fingers of a girl, was a heady
combination in conjunction with a cock-suck fit for royalty.

Mademoiselle
Noire’s
hands moved from the back of his thighs to his
balls, cupping them tightly; her mouth encompassed his length back and forth,
her tongue working feverishly. His natural inclination was to thrust forward,
matching her movements, and, within moments, he felt that his climax might be
upon him.

His hands, though bound,
managed to grasp Mademoiselle
Noire’s
beautiful
auburn locks, so carefully arranged on her noble and elegant head. He yanked
her by the hair, so that he might see her eyes: witness the expression in them
as he came deeply, her mouth wrapped around him, lips plump and red.

He saw
there
pure lust: pupils dilated and the glazed submersion of desire – but only
for a moment. His presumption brought forth her anger. A spike of malice quickly
replaced all else. She retracted her mouth to the head of his organ and bit
down upon it, casting away the power of his imminent eruption and replacing it
with humiliation and pain.
 

She stood then, smoothing her
skirt and her hair. “Why, gentle sir,” she reprimanded, her voice steely, and
her eyes glinting coldly. “You misunderstand your role. Let me remind you.”

MacCaulay’s
cock remained purple, full-veined and potent before
him, a little tender from her attack, but still at full extension. He ground
his teeth in frustration. At a nod from Mademoiselle Noire, the black Adonis
wrapped one mighty arm around the Lord’s abdomen, drawing him close to his own,
and reached around with the other hand, taking the base of the gentleman’s penis
in his grip: thumb and forefinger formed a tight circumnavigation of
MacCaulay’s
girth, while the giant’s remaining fingers brushed
against the front of the Lord’s testicles.
MacCaulay’s
cock was at the mercy of Mademoiselle
Noire’s
dark
creature. To
MacCaulay’s
shame, the African began a
slow massage of the base of his shaft, moving the skin in relentless rhythm, so
that
MacCaulay
realised
he
would soon be powerless to control his ejaculation at the hands of the savage,
before this room of men.
MacCaulay’s
unwilling
arousal was obvious. No matter his finer feelings, his body responded fiercely
to the grasp of his ebony assailant. His audience no longer laughed, their gaze
fixed upon his member. Some licked their lips and shifted in their seats
– others adjusted themselves discreetly.

With expert co-ordination,
the giant resumed his grinding against
MacCaulay’s
rear, the juices now flowing far more freely, so that his great phallus was
able to reach some speed, slapping noisily between the Lord’s cheeks with each
upward stroke.

Another nod from Mademoiselle
Noire commanded the African to alter the angle of his thrust, so that his
phallus no longer slipped merely between
MacCaulay’s
cheeks but began pressing more insistently, the bulbous helmet probing the Lord’s
anus, seeking entry. At this,
MacCaulay
attempted to
struggle, but the creature’s grip on his member and torso held him firm. His
legs he could not move, since they remained pinned awkwardly by the spreader.
Despite himself, he was falling dangerously close to the precipice, the semen
rising in the sac.
 
He felt the wet
penis behind him gain some foothold in its quest. By pushing
MacCaulay
forward slightly, the African, with determination,
penetrated the lord’s anus by a full inch, and then two. The passage of the
intrusion was facilitated not by brute strength but by a flood of lubrication from
the beast, and
MacCaulay
found his rear opening in an
unexpected fashion to the giant. Soon, the ebony Adonis was pumping his phallus
back and forth with some pleasure, grunting with each stroke, and gaining
deeper entry with every thrust.

Meanwhile, the masturbation
of
MacCaulay’s
cock was reaching final pitch: faster
now, his member glistening with obvious excitement. As
MacCaulay’s
ejaculate arched through the air, the dark creature steadied his grip on the base
of the Lord’s member and thrust his own impressive phallus deeper, a good six
inches within the Lord’s anal passage, where he shot forth his own moist
delivery.
 
MacCaulay
slumped forward, his knees weak, held up only by the arms of the giant. After
some moments, his penis grew limp and that of his assailant also, so that he
was left with nothing between his buttocks but a great volume of cum.

In the silence of the room -
for no one spoke - the voice of
Madamoiselle
Noire
rung out. “It seems that our guest was mistaken in his preferences. His
pleasure is evident, lying here upon the rug for all to see.”

MacCaulay
lifted his head and shifted upright as best as he was
able, too ashamed to meet her eye but wishing at least to appear master of
himself
.

She continued, “If it is a
path that he chooses to pursue Gentlemen, perhaps you may lend a hand, or
whatever else is necessary, to help him in his
endeavours
.
Our noble savage, being prodigious in size and considerate of bearing,
bequeathed only half his length to our gentle sir; perhaps, if there is another
occasion, our guest might like to try the full sample.”

At this, the tension in the
room was broken, and the Gentlemen guffawed openly, rising to slap one another
on the back and make lewd jokes.
 
MacCaulay
shrunk back in mortification, desiring now only
to cover himself and leave.