by Robin Bond
Flora took her clothes off and knelt naked on the sofa. “I’ve got horny talking about this,” she said to Suki. “Fuck me.”
“With my cock?” said Suki, more in hope than expectation. He had more or less given up the idea of getting to fuck Flora with his own cock. Though he was sure she would enjoy it, he had reluctantly been forced to accept that Flora would never let herself be penetrated by a real cock.
“Of course not,” said Flora. “Get the strap-on. Keep that cock of yours caged, the way it ought to be.”
Suki knew better than to argue. He fetched the strap-on and did it up round his hips so that it jutted straight out, dwarfing Suki’s own.
“Fuck me hard,” Flora said. “I want to come.”
Suki pushed the strap-on dildo into Flora’s pussy. It was wet and the dildo went in easily. Suki began to fuck hard. Flora groaned. It took a good ten minutes of energetic work before Flora’s hips trembled and she let out a cry and then collapsed onto the sofa, Suki lying on top still fucking.
“Good,” said Flora. She lay there for a few minutes. “Now do my ass,” she ordered. Obediently Suki got back up on his knees and coaxed the dildo into Flora’s ass. He fucked energetically. Flora didn’t come this time, but she wriggled around and did a lot of groaning. At last she told Suki to pull out. She made Suki kneel alongside her and while Flora lay on her back masturbating she fingered Suki’s ass. Suki wanted to ejaculate, but he knew Flora wouldn’t let him do that; she didn’t care for the sight or smell of semen.. He would have to wait till later. Sometimes Suki wished Flora was a bit bi and would play with his cock, but she’d made it clear that Suki must be a girl in her presence. There must be no contact with Suki’s cock, it must be out of sight as far as possible and there mustn’t be any cum. It was a pity, Suki thought, that he wasn’t indulged occasionally. But Suki got so much pleasure from being a girl for Flora, being pretty, opening his tight little ass, pleasuring her and serving her. He couldn’t complain. However, it sounded as though with the forthcoming session there might be some chance to use his cock.
Later, Flora got to thinking in a more focussed way about the forthcoming scenario. “One of us will have to use their phone to shoot pictures of Dr Lowman while he’s distracted, fucking someone. We need to have pictures in which his face is clearly visible. If it’s got your cock in it, so much the better.”
“Oh,” said Suki. “I can’t wait!
Flora looked at him doubtfully. “Are you sure you prefer girls?” she asked.
Suki fluttered his eyelashes. “You know that I prefer you above all others, darling,” he said.
“You’re such a slut,” Flora said. “What we need first are some pictures that will persuade Dr Lowman to take part in this little escapade. Put your clothes back on and do some poses for me.”
“Is he going to know I’ve got a cock even before he sees me?”
“That’s what I can’t decide,” Flora answered.
Flora took several pictures of Suki at his most flirtatious, sticking out his ass, lifting his skirt (though keeping his cock well hidden in its steel cage). She also took several shots of Suki’s face, pouting, smiling lewdly, and one or two of his front which suggested that Suki had tits, albeit small ones. In fact he didn’t. He had one or two corsets that could compress his chest enough to suggest a bosom, that was all.
Flora decided she needed to talk to Frau Ledermann. The next day she summoned the German cunt to her room.
“What do you know about Dr Lowman’s secret fantasies?” Flora asked. “Has he any kind of gay impulses at all, do you think?”
Frau Ledermann thought. “He’s very interested in asses,” she said. “He likes using girls as if they were boys, so to speak. He wants my ass all the time.”
“Do you think he would be interested in a boy dressed up as a girl? A boy/girl with a nice, smooth little bottom, ready to be penetrated? A boy who had been trained to suck cock like a greedy girl whore?”
Flora couldn’t really imagine how a girl would really like sucking cock. But she was sure that a properly trained boy would.
“I think Dr Lowman is a very perverted man,” said Frau Ledermann, in the serious manner than she had. “I am sure he would engage in any kind of sex that was offered to him.”
Flora explained about Suki, and swore Frau Ledermann to silence about his existence. She told Frau Ledermann that she proposed to involve Suki in the scenario. “It will be up to you and Suki to occupy his full attention while I get some pictures,” said Flora. That way, she wouldn’t have to do anything with him, not touch him, not even look at him except through the viewfinder.
“I will do my best,” said Frau Ledermann. “I always do my best.”
Chapter Eighteen
Ruth sat in front of the mirror, looking at herself. She was naked to the waist. In her hand were two plastic clothes pegs, brightly coloured. She took a deep breath and attached one of the pegs to a nipple. She gasped. She put the other peg on the other nipple. The pegs were strong and the pain was considerable.
Miss Flora had given her the pegs and told her she had to practice with them. “You must get used to pain,” she said. “Most of our clients like to play rough with our girls. They pay well for the privilege of watching you suffer.”
“Why do they like it so much?” Ruth asked. “Isn’t it cruel?”
“Some people have that mentality. It’s a power thing. They like the feeling of being able to do as they please with a submissive little cunt. I’m not sure one can ever explain it; it’s the way things are.”
Ruth was still learning what Flora called the way of the world, only it seemed to her as she learned that more and more it wasn’t exactly the way of the world but the way of a certain class of older ladies with the means to enjoy their peculiar sexual tastes. When she had arrived at St Swithin’s Ruth had still been technically a virgin. Though she had done quite a lot of fooling around, as they called it, with other farmer’s daughters in the hay loft, she still had not been penetrated. But lesbians didn’t seem to set such a store on that as the girls who went with boys. In any case, Miss Flora had put on her strap-on and taken her cherry the day after she had asked to join the Circle, since when she had had plenty of instruction though not much actual experience with other women. She was still not sure about the pain thing. Miss Flora said that she would not be a success if she did not learn to tolerate, and better still enjoy, pain. And she did so want to please Miss Flora, and of course Miss Bridget too. They were so beautiful and sophisticated and she hoped one day to be like them. So now she must practice with the pegs.
She wanted to take them off but she did not. She had been told that if she was a suitable girl for the Circle, eventually she would find that, as Miss Flora put it, her nipples were on a direct line to her cunt. “You will find that pain in your nipples will make your cunt tingle and grow wet. You just have to keep at it.”
Ruth twisted the pegs a little. She gasped again. The pain was sharp, stabbing. She twisted again, harder. And there it was. As she thought about the pain, thought about being a good girl for Miss Flora, her cunt started to ache in sympathy.
Just then her friend Amy came into the room they shared. “What are you doing?” she exclaimed.
“I’m just doing my exercises for Miss Flora,” Ruth said. She and Amy were already on intimate terms; sharing a room they had lots of opportunity to explore each other’s young and eager bodies. “She said that if I do this often enough, take pain on my nipples, that eventually it will stimulate my cunt and make me feel horny. I’ll get wet.”
“And is it working?” Amy said.
Ruth wiggled the pegs around a bit more. “Mmm, I think so,” she replied.
“Let’s see,” said Amy. She slipped her hand into Ruth’s knickers.
“Hey,” said Ruth. But Amy wasn’t going to stand on ceremony; she’d put her hand between Ruth’s legs often enough already. She moved her hand around and pushed a finger up inside Ruth’s cunt.
“Oh, wow,” she said. “You’re so wet. You’re right. It’s working.”
She moved her hand around a little more, fondling, squeezing, tugging, probing. Ruth kept the plugs on and even gave them another twist. “Oh my god,” she said. “This is making me so horny.”
Amy put her free hand up to one of Ruth’s nipples and twisted the peg violently. Ruth squealed. Amy’s fingers inside Ruth’s knickers worked some more. Amy had had a little more experience than Ruth in getting girls off, in how to stimulate their cunts and other parts, of how to make them want to cum while holding them back. Amy rather liked the feeling she got from this sort of control. She was hoping that Miss Bridget would match her with a client who liked to be teased in this manner, though she was a bit of a switch and didn’t mind having it done to her too.
“I think we’re going to take this a little further,” Amy said. “I’m going to tie your hands.”
“Oh, Amy, you are wicked,” Ruth giggled. She meekly submitted while Amy got a belt and tied Ruth’s hands behind her back. The clothes pegs were still on. Amy took them off.
“I’ll be the one who controls that now,” she said.
Amy pulled Ruth’s knickers off. She had a cute little cunt, the lips a delicate pink. Amy had enjoyed kissing and nibbling it.
“Keep your legs wide apart, or I may have to tie them too,” said Amy, sounding strict. It was such fun bossing people. “Now, time for a little more pain.”
She put the pegs back on Ruth’s nipples. The nipples were now tender and the pain was worse. Ruth looked at Amy in mute appeal for them to come off. But she was beginning to know her friend. They wouldn’t come off till Amy thought they should. Amy put a hand between Ruth’s legs and began to pull on the lips of her cunt, which were now wetter than ever. She jiggled one of the pegs and Ruth winced. She twisted it hard and Ruth cried out.
“Did you feel that in your cunt?” she demanded.
“Yes,” gasped Ruth.
Amy pinched the lips of Ruth’s cunt together. Ruth moaned. It felt good. She hoped there would be more. It was worth suffering the pain in her nipples for such pleasure. Amy found Ruth’s clit and circled it with her finger. Ruth moaned again.
To her disappointment, Amy took her hand away from Ruth’s cunt. She opened the nasty little jaws of the pegs and removed them. What was so nice about pain, Ruth had decided, was the delicious feeling you got when it stopped. Her nipples tingled.
Amy decided to vary the treatment. Holding one nipple between finger and thumb, she pinched it then twisted it, though not too hard, and Ruth sighed. This might be pain, but it was certainly pleasure too. Then Amy bent her head and took Ruth’s other nipple in her mouth, kissing, then sucking. Ruth thought she had never known such pleasure. “Oh,” she breathed, “please don’t stop. Please do it more.”
Be careful what you ask for, Amy said to herself. She caught the nipple between her teeth, beginning with just a nibble but gripping hard until she was biting. Ruth cried out. Amy put her hand between Ruth’s legs and stroked her clit again. Ruth began to shake. It was too much, much too much. She was moaning and squirming.
Amy lifted her head and took her hand from between Ruth’s legs. “Do you want me to stop?” she said.
“Oh, god, I don’t know,” Ruth said. She knew when Amy was in this mood it wouldn’t make much difference whether Ruth wanted it to go on or not.
“So I’ll make the decisions,” Amy said. She bent her head again and took the other nipple in her mouth. By this time Ruth’s nipples were hard and swollen. They had changed from a light pink to dark. Amy began to bite. Ruth thrashed around, trying to free herself from her bonds. It was useless. Amy put her hand back between Ruth’s legs. She slid a finger in between the lips, feeling how wet and slippery they were. She moved her finger in and out, then put in another one, then another. She began to finger-fuck Ruth, while still with her teeth gripping one of her nipples. After a minute she let go and took her hand away.
She held her fingers up to Ruth’s eyes. “See how wet they are? You’re such a little slut. You need discipline, you greedy little whore. Open your legs wide and keep them open, whatever happens. If you close them, I promise you will be sorry.”
Ruth looked nervous. There was a hard edge to Amy’s voice she had not heard before. She could see that the girl actually wanted to hurt her. Amy lifted her hand and brought it down hard on Ruth’s cunt, the flat of her hand striking along the length of the lips. Ruth squealed. She just managed to stop her legs closing, though that was the instinctive response. Amy smacked her cunt again, then again. It was like the pain in her nipples, the sort you both wanted to stop and didn’t, wanted it to go on and maybe get even worse, because of the way it made her cunt throb and tingle.
Amy looked down at her. “One of these days I’m going to tie you naked on your back with your legs pulled apart, and I’m going to take a leather belt to you. I’ll whip your horny little cunt and I’ll whip your nipples too. I’ll be a better trainer than even Miss Flora. I’ll have you begging for more. And then we’ll find you the nastiest of all our clients and send you to her with an invitation to do her worst.”
Amy put her hand back between Ruth’s legs and once more found her clit. This time she was in earnest and within five minutes had induced a massive orgasm that rocked Ruth to her core and left her panting and sweating.
“I think I have a talent for this,” Amy said. “What do you think?”
Ruth was forced to agree.
Chapter Nineteen
A week after she had been told about the plan, acting on Miss Bridget’s instructions, Frau Ledermann went to see Dr Lowman. As usual she was wearing her black corset under her everyday clothes, and this time had left off her knickers. She let Dr Lowman do the usual things, feeling under her skirt, pushing his fingers into her cunt and then into her ass, bending her over his desk, spanking her with his belt, then forcing her to her knees to suck his cock. But before he could ejaculate, while he was still horny, she asked, still with a mouth full of cock, if she might put a question to him.
“What?” said Dr Lowman suspiciously. He was getting ready to cum in Frau Ledermann’s educated and compliant mouth.
“There is a girl of my acquaintance who would like to meet you, in private. I have been telling her of some of the things you like to do, and she expressed a strong desire to be used in this way.”
“Really?” said Dr Lowman. For the moment his vanity got the better of his desire and he took his cock away. “Tell me more.”
Frau Lederman showed Dr Lowman some pictures that Flora had taken of herself, in her underwear, and one or too naked, showing her tits, her ass and her cunt. Flora hadn’t bothered to make the pictures refined. It was her notion that men were crude creatures, aroused only by the basics and that sophistication was wasted on them. From Dr Lowman’s response, she had calculated correctly.
“I would propose a little party,” said Frau Ledermann. “In my flat, perhaps. We could have some drinks and you could take whatever pleasures you like with us. It would be fun.”
“When?” said Dr Lowman, immediately sold on the idea.
“Next week?” Frau Ledermann said.
“Good,” said Dr Lowman. “Arrange it.”
“One more thing,” Frau Ledermann said. “There is also a girl in the town whom I have got to know. She is a girl of somewhat dubious reputation, but she is very experienced with both men and women and has ingenious ideas. She would make the party go with a swing, as you might say.”
“She’s a whore?” Dr Lowman said.
“If you like,” said Frau Ledermann. “but a very talented one. I think she is the best cock-sucker in town.”
“Will she need paying?” said Dr Lowman, never anxious to open his pocket.
“Not this time. She owes me a favour,” Frau Lederman said.
“What does she look like?”
Frau Ledermann showed Dr Lowman the pictures Flora had taken of Suki. He showed no sign of reco
gnising that she was really a boy.
“Very well,” said Dr Lowman. “Now bend over the desk again and spread you ass cheeks. I’m going to do it hard, so it hurts.”
Dr Lowman was as good as his word, forcing his cock straight into Frau Ledermann’s ass without lubrication. He liked to cause pain, liked to abuse girls, liked to hear them cry out or at least whimper. Frau Ledermann bore it well, as one more service she could render to Miss Bridget. She left Dr Lowman’s study with his semen trickling out of her ass and down the inside of her leg. She hoped she could get back to her room before it became visible.
Chapter Twenty
Cynthia was surprised when Mrs Marinello opened the door. All her previous clients were women of a certain age, mostly somewhere between forty and sixty. Mrs Marinello looked not much older than Cynthia herself, and certainly no more than her mid-twenties. She was very attractive: long blonde hair, worn loose, blue eyes, a mouth which promised a smile, with a trim figure, in jeans and t-shirt. It occurred to Cynthia to wonder why Mrs Marinello needed to pay for sex. Surely a young, attractive woman could find it easily enough without paying. I’d fuck her for nothing, thought Cynthia.
Mrs Marinello welcomed her in pleasantly and ushered her into a large room, comfortably furnished, with a view onto a garden in full bloom. It was late afternoon and Mrs Marinello offered Cynthia a glass of wine.
“Yes, please,” said Cynthia. “White, if possible.”
Mrs Marinello went out and soon came back with two large glasses of what Cynthia, something of a connoisseur, could smell was Sauvignon Blanc.
“Did Miss Bridget tell you anything about me?” Mrs Marinello asked, turning her blue eyes on Cynthia.
“No, almost nothing,” Cynthia answered.
“You may be wondering why I am hiring a girl such as you. I realise that since I am paying I have no need to explain anything. But it helps if there is a bit of a rapport, don’t you think?”
