by Robin Bond
Cynthia shuddered inwardly. She didn’t like anything like that: knives, needles, anything piercing the flesh. But it would be difficult to refuse Mrs Marinello, she knew. Ladies like her could be most persuasive, and Miss Bridget took rather a dim view of girls who backed out of things. “Think of the cause,” she would say. “Think what service you are doing to pussies who need the pleasure you provide.”
Chapter Twenty One
Frau Lederman and Flora arranged the room before Dr Lowman arrived. The lighting was low. On the coffee table were several bottles, including one of Dr Lowman’s favourite whiskey. Soft music played. Frau Ledermann was nervous; she had never done anything like this before. The scene surely had something of the criminal about it; blackmail, even in a good cause, was a serious business. But she assured herself that Dr Lowman deserved it, both for the indignities and humiliations he had forced upon her, and doubtless upon countless other girls, but also as a deterrence against the crime he planned against poor innocent Soraya.
Flora had thought about using a proper camera, but a few experiments persuaded her that her phone would be quite adequate for the job. Just for fun, she grouped the three of them together and took a selfie before Dr Lowman arrived. All the girls had dressed for the occasion in those clothes which men seemed invariably to like: short, tight skirts, stockings and heels, low cut tops which revealed their tits, or in Suki’s case appeared to. When Dr Lowman arrived, he was poured a drink, and then he sat, taking a look at the three girls, as he thought them.
“So which of you will be the first to please me?” he said.
It had already been agreed that Frau Ledermann would occupy herself with him first, while they plied him with drinks and got him to lower his guard. Accordingly she got on her knees, unzipped his trousers and brought out his cock. Suki was interested to see it; he hadn’t seen a cock for a long time. But he was distracted by Flora, who decided that while Frau Ledermann kept the man occupied at one level, she and Suki would engage him at another. Flora put her arms round Suki and danced him round the floor, kissing him and rubbing his ass. Suki found this pleasant enough and reciprocated keenly, while trying to keep an eye on Dr Lowman’s cock as it disappeared in and out of Frau Ledermann’s mouth.
Flora pulled Suki down onto the sofa and continued to kiss him, while putting a hand up his skirt. Dr Lowman paid close attention, though not yet aware that under the skirt Flora’s hand was grasping Suki’s cock, now rock-hard. Though she usually tried to ignore Suki’s cock, for once she was in the mood to tease him and thereby titillate Dr Lowman. She wondered at what point it would be politic to make Dr Lowman aware that things were not quite what they seemed. Not yet, she was sure.
Frau Ledermann worked away at Dr Lowman’s cock. Since Miss Bridget had introduced her to the satisfactions of sex with other women, Frau Ledermann had increasingly felt distaste for men, for their cocks and the rest of their bodies. It was only because of her devotion to Miss Bridget and to the cause of The Circle that she was able to endure the abuse and humiliation which Dr Lowman subjected her to. In keeping with his usual practice he began to slap her face while she continued to suck his cock, the slaps getting harder and harder. Out of the corner of her eye she was keeping a watch on Flora and Suki. If they were going to distract Dr Lowman, now was not too soon to start.
In between slapping Frau Ledermann with his cock stuck in her throat, Dr Lowman was taking copious sips of his drink. Looking at it, he saw that the glass was nearly empty. He waved it over to where Flora sat on the sofa. “Another glass of whiskey, slut,” he called. Flora, though not caring for the manner in which she was addressed, got to her feet and refreshed Dr Lowman’s glass. As she gave it to him he reached out and squeezed one of her tits. Flora giggled, or pretended to.
“Why don’t you come and sit with us on the sofa?” she said. She took his hand and helped him to his feet, leading him across the room and depositing him next to Suki. Quickly Suki relieved him of his clothes. Naked, Dr Lowman now sat between Suki and Flora, who thought this would be a good chance for Suki to show off his considerable prowess at sucking cock. Suki lowered his head and Flora put out her hand, firmly pressing Suki down on Dr Lowman’s cock. Suki got to work; soon Dr Lowman was sighing and moaning. Suki certainly had a good technique, and not having had cock for so long, he was anxious to demonstrate what he could do.
While Dr Lowman was occupied, Flora made signs to Frau Ledermann across the room to get the phone and start taking pictures. Frau Ledermann stood out of Dr Lowman’s eyeline and began to work the phone. She was getting good shots; it would be evident that it was indeed Dr Lowman whose cock was in a girl’s mouth – or so it appeared. But now that Dr Lowman was fully aroused, Flora thought it a good time to make the revelation that things were not as they seemed.
“Suki,” she said, “get up on all fours, kneeling across Dr Lowman.” Suki did as he was told. His legs were closed together; all that showed was Suki’s delightful bottom encased in his short skirt, smooth, shapely. Flora pulled the skirt up. “Does she not have a lovely little ass?” Flora said to Dr Lowman. “Wouldn’t you like to work your cock in there? She’s so wonderfully tight.” Flora took Dr Lowman’s hand and ran it over Suki’s bottom. With her other hand she took hold of Dr Lowman’s cock and rubbed it. She found the act distasteful, but it had to be done. “Now I have a little surprise for you,” she said. She moved Dr Lowman’s hand down from Suki’s buttocks and slipped it up his skirt, between his legs. “Suki has something extra, as you can feel. She has a cock too. Isn’t that exciting?”
This was the crucial moment. Would Dr Lowman recoil at what he found, or would it intrigue and rouse him? His face registered surprise, then a brief moment of alarm, before he smiled. “She’s a boy?” he said. “Oh, my. That’s something new.”
“She’s a boy who behaves exactly like a girl,” Flora said. “A very naughty girl. She loves men. She’ll do anything you want, anything at all. You can suck her or fuck her, she’ll suck or fuck you, or you can just watch her being used by the rest of us. Perhaps you’d like to spank her naughty little bottom and make her squeal? And then force your cock in?”
Dr Lowman ordered Suki to take off his clothes and resume his position. He explored his body with careful appreciation, feeling his cock and balls, sliding his hand over his tight little ass, giving it a few slaps, running his finger between the cheeks, pressing it lightly against the pursed little asshole.
“You like a man in there?” he said lasciviously.
“More than anything, sir. A nice big, hard man. One who knows how to fuck. One who will stretch me.”
Flora saw how hard Suki’s cock was. It occurred to her that Suki was truly aroused by the caresses of a man; she thought she might need to discuss this with Suki later. Perhaps Suki would need some correction for such slutty behaviour.
Dr Lowman lay back on the sofa and told Suki to kneel over him. “I want to suck your cock, pretty boy,” he said. Flora watched as Suki brought her cock down to Dr Lowman’s mouth, pushing it slowly in and out. Flora didn’t care for the sight of this. When she had sex with Suki, Suki’s cock was kept right out of the way. Now here it was being pleasured by a man. No matter; she knew it was making excellent pictures, and Frau Ledermann snapped away unnoticed.
“Let’s have a threesome,” Dr Lowman called out. “Where’s my German cunt?”
Frau Ledermann approached Dr Lowman, slipping the camera to Flora as she passed. Dr Lowman explained what he wanted: he would kneel on the sofa, Frau Ledermann would kneel in front of him doggy-style and he would fuck her. Meanwhile Suki would kneel behind Dr Lowman and fuck his ass. The three of them arranged themselves to Dr Lowman’s satisfaction. Flora went over to the corner of the room, apparently busy with something, but as soon as Dr Lowman was fully engaged in his little scenario she began taking pictures. Surely Dr Lowman’s reputation could never survive their publication.
The fucking went on for a while, Dr Lowman frequently expressing hi
s enjoyment in various expletives. Then he requested a change of position. This time Suki was in the middle, with Frau Ledermann sucking his cock, while Dr Lowman was behind Suki, fucking him in the ass. Then they changed again, so that while Dr Lowman continued to fuck Suki in the ass (which Suki was finding, despite his dislike of the man, a pleasing experience), Suki got extra pleasure by fucking Frau Ledermann, alternating between her cunt and her ass, Suki taking great pleasure in both. The three fucked for a while, Flora continuing to build up a photographic record.
Finally Dr Lowman disengaged without having ejaculated, evidently saving himself for a suitable finale. He demanded more whiskey from Flora. When she brought it he asked whether she was not feeling left out. “Should you like me to fuck your ass, dear?” he said.
Flora gracefully declined, with an inward shudder. “I’m mainly a voyeur,” she explained.
“Very well,” he replied. “So now I’m going to have Suki suck me off. The German cunt can get behind me and get her tongue in my ass. She’s had a lot of practice at that.”
Flora managed to get a few final shots as this scene was enacted, making sure that Suki’s cock was in plain view while he was sucking Dr Lowman. Just as Dr Lowman was about to cum, he pulled out his cock and great ribbons of cum shot over Suki’s face. Flora didn’t care for the expression of bliss with which Suki greeted this effusion. The little slut was in for some punishment tonight.
“Lick it off,” Dr Lowman said to Frau Ledermann, sitting back on the sofa. He watched her lick his semen off Suki’s face.
“I want to see some lesbian action now,” Dr Lowman. “I want to see the German cunt lick the pretty blonde one, make her come, or if you don’t I’ll whip you. Perhaps I’ll whip you anyway.”
Flora was not averse to such a procedure; Frau Lederman had excellent technique. Flora lay on the floor and Frau Ledermann went to work, kneeling over her with her face buried between Flora’s legs. After several minutes Dr Lowman got up. Picking up his trousers he pulled out his belt, folded it and began to slap it across Frau Ledermann’s bottom. Soon it was pink. After a while Dr Lowman’s cock began to rise again.
“Suck me,” he said to Suki. “I want to fuck again.”
Soon, Dr Lowman was hard again. He got down on the floor behind Frau Ledermann, who was still busily pleasuring Flora. He pushed his cock, at first into Frau Ledermann’s cunt, then, after a while, he switched to fucking her in the ass, pushing into the tighter hole with relish.
“There’s nothing I like more than to fuck a nice tight asshole,” he said. Suki knelt beside him and stroked Dr Lowman’s balls while he buggered the German. He began to finger Dr Lowman’s asshole, using saliva to lubricate it, then he got behind Dr Lowman as the principal continued fucking Frau Ledermann’s ass and forced himself in. Dr Lowman groaned, but he did not attempt to escape the cock, which Suki now rammed in as deep as he could manage. Unfortunately, as Suki realised, with all four of them actively involved in fucking there was no one to take pictures. But contorting himself and reaching behind him Suki managed to grab hold of Flora’s phone. He took several shorts of his cock embedded in Dr Lowman’s ass, and managed in some of them to picture Dr Lowman engaged in sodomy and well as being sodomised.
Dr Lowman came again, grunting as he ejaculated into Frau Ledermann, an experience with which they were both familiar enough. The four of them then took a break, Flora lying back against Suki, feeling her cock in her back. She was beginning to find that more interesting than she thought.
Slowly their desires mounted again. Flora decided she wanted to see a double penetration. She got Dr Lowman lying on his back with Frau Ledermann sitting on him, his cock in her cunt. Then Flora encouraged Suki to mount Frau Ledermann from behind, Flora carefully helping him to insert his cock into Frau Ledermann’s ass. While the three of them were preoccupied with this manoeuvre, Flora took more pictures. Then, getting a taste for direction, she rearranged things, Dr Lowman still on his back on the floor, his cock still hard, while Frau Ledermann sat on it, impaling herself. Flora sat on Dr Lowman’s face. She found that though she didn’t care for men, having a man’s face buried in her cunt was not disagreeable. Indeed, she found if she slightly shifted position she could alternate by having his mouth first on her cunt, then on her ass. Suki felt left out for once, but Flora indicated she should take more pictures. Flora leaned forward and put her arm around Frau Ledermann’s neck, drawing her forward enough to kiss her on the mouth.
Suki put down the phone and stood himself between Flora and Frau Ledermann, offering the latter his cock to suck, while he pushed his ass against Flora’s face. Flora enjoyed this; she liked to treat Sukis ass as if it were a cunt, digging in deep with her tongue.
It was not long before Suki ejaculated into Frau Ledermann’s mouth. Immediately Flora got off Dr Lowman and pushed Frau Ledermann forward, telling her to press her mouth onto his lips and transfer the cum into his mouth. Dr Lowman seemed inclined to reject this, but for once Frau Ledermann asserted herself with the principal, forcing him to accept the offering. Flora took the opportunity for a good shot of Dr Lowman with his face covered with his own cum.
“Let me have him,” Suki whispered to Flora. “Please. I’ll make him squeal.”
Flora thought this an excellent idea. She helped Suki get Dr Lowman into a kneeling position. Frau Ledermann lay underneath him, sucking his cock, while Suki knelt behind. His cock was as hard as ever, and he forced it straight into Dr Lowman’s ass. Dr Lowman protested; his ass wasn’t lubricated enough. Suki took no notice, clutching Dr Lowman by the hips and digging his cock in deep. Dr Lowman whimpered, then squealed. Suki was relentless.
“You like being buggered, don’t you, bitch,” he hissed. He reached round and grabbed Dr Lowman’s balls, twisting them and pulling. Dr Lowman cried out. Suki laughed. “Dirty little bitch loves it,” he said. “See how his ass wriggles.”
At last the four of them were exhausted. They lay around for a moment, sipping what was let of the whiskey. Then Flora got dressed and indicated to Suki and Frau Ledermann that they should do the same. Dr Lowman, seeing that proceedings were now terminated, also got his clothes back on. With merely a cursory nod, he turned and left.
“What a charmer,” said Suki, and they all laughed. Little did the poor doctor know at what price his afternoon’s fun had been secured.
Chapter Twenty Two
“You have such pretty little tits, Rose,” said Miss Bridget. She had them in her hands, caressing them, squeezing gently, rolling the nipples around.
“Thank you, Miss Bridget,” Rose said. When she was younger the size of her tits bothered her. They were small, no question. She would compare hers with other girls’ tits at the beach. But once she realised she didn’t really like boys, she stopped worrying. It seemed it was mostly boys who liked them big; girls were happy whatever size they were. And the nipples came up nicely when they got sucked, which they often did.
Miss Bridget bent her head and took one of Rose’s nipples between her teeth, nibbling. Rose gasped with pleasure. Then Miss Bridget stepped back and slapped Rose’s left breast hard. She squealed, but more from shock than pain. In fact, the slap left a nice pleasing tingle. Rose hoped Miss Bridget would do it again. Instead, she began to pinch her nipples, hard, then harder. Rose gave a cry of pain.
Miss Bridget let go of her nipples. She stroked them tenderly. “It’s lovely when the pain stops, isn’t it, Rose?”
“Oh, yes, Miss Bridget, it is,” Rose said eagerly.
“Come by at this time tomorrow,” Miss Bridget said. “I’ll give your little tits a good whipping. Now, shall I tell you why?”
“Yes, Miss Bridget,” Rose said. There had to be a good reason, surely.
“I’m going to train you to be one of our top girls,” Miss Bridget answered. “You will be in great demand if you are able to endure a severe tit-whipping or caning. Several of our regular customers are very keen on that sort of thing and will pay well.”
“
I see, Miss Bridget,” Rose said. She was doubtful if, whatever the training, she could be persuaded to suffer the sort of thing Miss Bridget proposed. A little slap was one thing; a whipping was another, and as for the cane, that sounded truly frightful.
“You will also find that, given the right training, you will come to get pleasure from such an experience, even though you might doubt that at this moment.”
Rose did doubt it. She had heard stories of Miss Bridget’s severity and they had frightened her. She was a delicate girl, not used to violence of any kind.
“Now, just to send you on your way with something to think about, I am going to bite each of your nipples in turn, and then I shall slap the tit I did not slap before.”
“Yes, Miss Bridget,” Rose said dutifully. “Thank you.”
The biting was hard; Rose only just managed to stop herself screaming. By contrast, the slapping was stimulating. When she got back to her room, Rose could see teeth marks on her tits, but they tingled very pleasantly. Rose lay back on the bed and slowly slid her hand inside her knickers. She knew they would be wet.
At that moment Miss Bridget’s hand was also inside her knickers, her smooth, black, expensive satin knickers. She too was wet. But unlike Rose she did not indulge herself by spreading the wetness onto her clit and then circling it with her finger until the pleasure became too much to bear and her whole body shook. Miss Bridget had trained herself to discipline and self-control. There was nothing she liked as much as sexual stimulation, both psychological and physical. But though she edged, she masturbated to orgasm infrequently. If one were to discipline and have control over others, which Miss Bridget was required to do on a daily basis, it was as well if one could exercise control over oneself. And then, on the rare occasions when she gave her desire free rein, the orgasm was all the more powerful for having been so long denied.
