by Monica Belle
I could feel the shocks running through her body as he began to pump in to her. Her licking grew clumsy, and more urgent still, so hard I was biting my lip, my pussy agonisingly sensitive under her tongue. When my climax hit me it came from nowhere, my body going into sudden spasm, completely out of control, shivering and twitching in ecstasy, out of my head with pleasure.
It only stopped when she did, moving forward to cuddle into me, her body between my open thighs, her head on my chest. Niall has slipped out, and shuffled forward to fill her once again, gasping as he fucked her with his teeth set hard. He was slamming into her bottom, making the neat, pale cheeks quiver with every thrust, until at last he came, snatching himself free at the last instant to spatter her upturned bottom.
I’d collapsed, still as horny as hell but so tired. The moment Bobbie had let go I reached out to pour myself more wine, and drained my glass at a gulp. Niall sat back, sprawled on the floor in blissful exhaustion. Sophie came to us on the sofa, cuddling up beside Bobbie and I. Twice I’d come, and I hadn’t even fucked, but I was going to, just as soon as Niall had got his act together.
It wasn’t going to be anytime soon. We relaxed, talking and drinking, laughing and swapping filthy stories. Bobbie talked the most, under Niall’s prompting, describing lesbian encounters, including Hilary Chalmers. I hadn’t realised just how bad she was, going with boys and girls, letting herself be spanked and tied up, all sorts, and loving every moment of it. Niall was impressed, stroking his cock as he listened. Before long he’d begun to stiffen again, and down I went, kneeling between his open legs to lick at his balls.
My bottom was stuck right up, my dress too short to cover me properly. I knew it was asking for trouble from the girls, but I wanted that lovely warm glow I’d felt when they’d slapped me in the lift. Sure enough, I’d barely got to work when my skirt had been twitched up behind. Both of them began to spank me, a cheek each, laughing and calling me a bad girl as Niall’s cock gradually began to harden.
I only stopped when the slaps began to really sting, sitting back on my haunches to rub my cheeks. My whole bottom was aglow, deliciously warm, and with Niall’s cock now once more a solid pole of flesh, I was ready for my fucking. I took his hand, pulling him up and into the bedroom, where I threw myself down on the bed, my head spinning, my fanny badly in need of cock. My thighs came up and open, my little dress rose to show everything, my arms came wide in welcome and he had mounted me, sliding deep into my body with one easy push.
The girls had come in behind us, Sophie bouncing onto the bed as Niall began to fuck me, giggling as she pulled off her clothes. Bobbie quickly pushed off her trousers and knickers, and was nude from the waist down as she climbed onto the bed. I smiled up at them, dizzy with pleasure as Niall fed his cock in and out of me all the way, withdrawing each time to penetrate me again and again.
He sat up, rolling my legs high, my beautiful dress a dishevelled tangle around my middle, one long gold boot stuck high in the air. Again we began to fuck, and I took my breasts in my hands, letting my pleasure soar, knowing it would be slow and wanting exactly that My eyes were closed, and when I felt soft flesh brush my forehead I knew one of the girls was going to mount my head.
All I could manage was a soft moan, half protest, half desire, and then her pussy was over my mouth and I was licking, utterly abandoned, utterly wanton. Niall had my legs, holding me firmly as he fucked me, and as I opened my eyes I saw that it was Bobbie who’d sat on me, her face set in bliss as she stroked her breasts through her blouse.
I took hold of her bottom, licking freely at her pussy. Sophie was to my side, naked, thighs cocked apart, stroking herself as she watched. I was lost, as bad as them, eager for my mouthful of another’s girl’s sex, eager to lick as I was fucked, eager for anything that gave me so much pleasure, that felt so naughty, and so good.
Niall grunted and moved and I was being rolled over as Bobbie dismounted. He turned me easily, his strong hand simply flipping me, bottom up. I scrambled to my knees, offering myself, even as Sophie wriggled down beneath me. His cock and her tongue found my sex almost at the same instant, her thighs came up to wrap around my head and I’d been pulled in to her sex.
He took my hips, thrusting against my warm bottom cheeks as she licked me, and him too. Bobbie moved in beside me, kissing Niall and caressing my bum and back, tickling, stroking, slapping at the flesh of my cheeks. I gripped onto Sophie’s thighs, revelling in the taste and feel of her, wanting to enjoy it, wanting to be as rude I could possibly be.
She found my clit with her tongue at the same instant Bobbie slipped a finger in up my bottom hole. My body jerked, a spasm of pleasure close to orgasm, Niall’s thrusts grew suddenly harder and, as I started to come, a truly dirty thought hit me. I couldn’t stop myself. My hands snatched at Sophie’s cheeks, hauling them wide to show the little puckered star between. As I felt my climax about to burst, I imagined what it would be like to fuck her in the ass. I lost all sense of what gender I was, imagining myself having a penis and imagining the brutal earthy sense of taking her; of filling her soft flesh with come. At that moment, as every muscle in my body locked in the most perfect orgasm, I was both man and woman – an entirely sexual entity. As if to celebrate this debauchery, I puckered up my lips, and kissed my friend right on her anus.
7
29 August, 5.10 p.m. – Lucy Doyle wakes to find herself in bed with Niall, Bobbie and Sophie.
29 August, 5.11 p.m. – Lucy Doyle goes back to sleep.
I HADN’T MEANT to get up when it was nearly dark, it had just worked out that way. We’d stayed up until dawn, drinking and talking, all four of us stark naked. I could vaguely remember realising that Bobbie was asleep, and listening to Sophie talking about the best places to buy shoes, with the light already growing strong outside the curtains. I could also remember kissing her bottom hole, and more, later, although most of it seemed like a dream.
My feelings were surprisingly clear, nothing like the jumble of emotions I’d experienced after my encounter with Hilary Chalmers. Perhaps it was because I’d been in control, and had known what was likely to happen before we began. Whatever it was, I was content with what I’d none, without a trace of guilt, only a wry self awareness of what I’m really like.
When it comes to sex, I’ve always liked the feeling that what I’m doing is improper, naughty, something to be disapproved of by the prissy, stuck-up types I’ve always hated, and the Church. Playing with other girls definitely fell into that category, while Father Jessop would have regarded kissing another girl’s bumhole as positively Satanic. It was an amusing thought.
My head hurt, and my whole body ached, but I was still flying as I rode the tube home that night. Niall had gone much earlier, needing to get to some family do, and I could vaguely remember him cursing as he struggled to get his trousers on in a panic. Bobbie stayed put, intended to go in with Sophie the next day, so I was alone. The family thought I’d stayed with Niall, and Mum gave me her soft smile as I climbed the stairs towards my bed, pride and approval blended with just a touch of worn patience. I smiled back, which was about all I could manage, and went up to strip, shower and collapse.
I still didn’t feel too good in the morning, and could have well done without Maryam Smith ringing at eight on the dot to tell me I was back in Paddington. It was all I could manage to shower and throw some clothes on, still half asleep and in no mood to iron my office clothes. Nobody even saw, let alone commented, and for once I was grateful for my featureless cube, because it meant nobody could see me.
There was still the supervisor, a keen young woman not much older than me, but who had a business degree and made it plain that she regarded temps as pond life. She wasn’t about, but I was wary of her and did my best not to actually doze off, although I might as well have done for all the use I was. By eleven I’d done two files and desperately needed ten minutes kip. I just couldn’t help myself, and slumped forward on the desk, resting my head on my arms, my head full of
pleasant, sleepy images of Niall’s masculine charms.
Inevitably that was the exact moment the supervisor chose to check up on me, only it wasn’t the officious woman. It was Luke. His sharp comment broke off suddenly as I twisted around with an apology already on my lips and we were staring at each other.
‘Lucy?’
‘Luke? Hi. Look, I’m sorry . . .’
‘Don’t be. It was wonderful. I haven’t been able to get you out of my head ever since . . .’
‘Eh?’
‘Our time together. It was so good. I have to talk to you, Lucy. Can you do lunch?’
‘Oh God, no, not now, Luke. I can barely keep my eyes open. Sorry, nothing against you, but I can’t face anything heavy just now.’
‘What’s the matter? Are you ill?’
‘No, tired. I was up all night Saturday, and I still haven’t caught up on sleep.’
‘How about dinner then, on me?’
‘I couldn’t, really . . .’
‘If you need a kip, just go in my office. There’s an armchair, and nobody’ll know except me.’
I nodded, pathetically grateful, and let him steer me off among the cubes to an office at the far end of the room. As he’d promised, there was an armchair, a big black one with badly scuffed plastic and the stuffing come out at the bottom. I collapsed into it, my body going slowly limp as he left, closing the door behind him and turning the key in the lock.
By the time I woke up it was late afternoon, with the sun throwing splotches of rich yellow light across the furniture. My mouth felt dry and my body stiff, while I badly needed to pee. Fortunately Luke had thought to unlock the door at some point during the afternoon, and I was able to freshen up and get myself some water and a coffee. I took the coffee back to his office, where he was seated behind the desk, looking through a sheaf of papers.
‘Better?’
‘Yes, thanks.’
‘Up for dinner?’
I nodded. Only a complete bitch would have refused.
‘Great. We’ll go to Mise en Scène.’
‘Whatever. I mean, that would be great, thanks. I’m not really dressed the part.’
‘That’s cool. Scruffy is in.’
‘Thanks a bunch!’
He was right, but there was nothing to be done about it beyond retiring to the Ladies for a more thorough freshening-up session. By the time I was finished it was half-five and people were beginning to leave. I hung around in the downstairs lobby, waiting for Luke and hoping he wasn’t going to hit on me.
For one thing I was still sore, and I wasn’t really up for it anyway. I was kind of sexed-out. He also lacked the manly edge I like, the sense that it’s only by a great effort of willpower that I don’t get my clothes ripped off and a cock stuck up me on the spot. Niall had it, and Todd Byrne, and Frazer, but not Luke. He was more like a puppy, eager but unsure of himself.
He was certainly nervous, oddly nervous, as we walked down the Edgware Road together towards Marble Arch. It wasn’t embarrassment, because he kept coming back to what had happened with Bobbie and Frazer, as if he couldn’t get it out of his head. In between he talked films, on which subject he had an exhaustive knowledge and, once we were in Mise en Scène and waiting for our drinks, he began to explain the background to the various posters and mementoes decorating the place. I let him talk, happy to listen.
There were three styles, French, American, and Cajun. That meant no decent whiskey, but a double shot of Wild Turkey began to put the energy back in me, with Luke still going on happily about the intricacies of the film industry. He’d ordered wine, a bottle of heavy Californian red, and was drinking like a fish, a good third of it gone before out food arrived. For a while there was silence as we both tucked in, and when he spoke again his voice was more nervous than ever, and he wasn’t discussing films.
‘Lucy, I really have to say this, but it’s not easy.’
‘Don’t then.’
I gave him a silly smile, praying he wasn’t about to tell me he loved me.
‘No, I have to. It’s been preying on my mind ever since that night, but I can’t do it on my own. I need you to be there.’
It sounded like he wanted me to toss him off, and he sounded so pitiful it was going to be hard to refuse. I steeled myself, determined to be polite but firm, and was about to speak when he went on, in an urgent whisper.
‘I’ve got to do it, Lucy. You know, what you said . . . with Frazer, or somebody else, a black guy, preferably. I want to suck a man’s cock and I want you to make me do it.’
For a moment I was just staring as his face turned from its normal fresh pink to blazing scarlet. Then I burst into laughter. I just couldn’t help it, and his expression changed on the instant, to utter misery, as if he was about to burst into tears. He began to rise, stammering apologies, but I reached out to take his wrist, holding him back.
‘No, no, don’t go. Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh. That was wrong of me. You just gave me a bit of a surprise, that’s all, and you sounded so earnest!’
‘I am earnest! I can’t get it out of my head. Ever since that night I’ve been thinking about it, fantasising about it, you know. And when I saw you in the office I knew I had to at least ask.’
‘You were right to. Everyone should have the right to ask.’
‘You’ll do it then? Please, Lucy.’
‘I didn’t say that. I mean, I don’t mind, and it was fun. It would have been more fun if Frazer had let you. That’s the problem, you see, finding the right guy. You can’t force a straight bloke to do this stuff. They freak out.’
‘Don’t you know anyone who might?’
I thought. Niall would kill him, Todd was a bit of a caveman, but I couldn’t see it. I could hardly ask Richard Drake. The same went for the guys at Tilbury, with the possibly exception of Ismael, who was a dirty bastard. Unfortunately I had no way of getting in touch with him and couldn’t be sure anyway. I shook my head. Realistically, they were all rampantly heterosexual.
‘Not really, no.’
‘Maybe if we went to a gay bar? Would you take me to a gay bar, Lucy?’
‘A gay bar? I don’t know.’
‘Sh! Be quiet!’
I was going to demand what gave him the right to tell me to shut up, only to realise that somebody was approaching our table. A shadow fell over me. Luke looked up with an ingratiating grin and I turned to find a tall, bronzed man standing over us. Just from Luke’s expression I knew he was somebody senior, but I could have told anyway. There was just a touch of grey in his hair, he carried himself with an easy confidence, and his face suggested that he was used to be obeyed, and promptly. He turned me a smile, and spoke, addressing me but looking at Luke.
‘So, Luke, you’ve been hiding the pretty ones from us, huh?’
Luke gave a light, obsequious laugh and spoke.
‘Good evening, Mr King. This is my friend, Lucy, who’s working as a temp in the Centrans building. Lucy, meet Mr King, President of KMC.’
‘You can call me Charles,’ the man responded, a comment very clearly addressed to me and not to Luke.
I smiled politely. KMC was the company I was on assignment to. My immediate instinct was to complain about the rate of pay, the working conditions, the lack of air conditioning and user unfriendly database, but I held my bland smile and let him kiss my hand, thinking what a smarmy git he was. Of course he had to ask.
‘So, Lucy, you see a lot of firms. How do you rate KMC?’
Not a sensible question to ask Lucy Doyle.
‘As an employer? A little below average.’
Luke cringed. King’s eyebrows rose.
‘Below average?’
‘Yes. Not that I know much, of course, because I’m just doing the Centrans files, but if the database we’re using is anything to go by you need some new IT staff.’
‘New IT staff, huh?’
‘Sure. Somebody who can think at the level of the staff who actually do the work. It’s a lot of work f
or the money too, but I suppose that’s a good thing, from your point of view.’
He didn’t look best pleased, and then suddenly he was all smiles.
‘I like that! You’ve got guts. Maybe you could pick up a hint or two from Lucy, eh, Luke?’
He ruffled my hair and walked off, chuckling to himself, with Luke muttering under his breath.
‘Sure. Let me try a line like that. I’ll be deinstalled and my desk’ll be on the pavement in seconds flat. Arsehole.’
He sighed and swallowed most of what was left in his wine glass. I went back to my food, a steak ‘Monroe’ which, for some reason, involved mustard sauce. Luke kept glancing at the bar where Charles King and two other men were standing in a group drinking shorts, but he spoke after a while.
‘How about it, then?’
I’d finally worked out why a steak Monroe came with mustard sauce, and had been thinking about transvestites, which led me back to what we’d been talking about quite easily.
‘How about what? Oh, right. I don’t know. It sounds fun, sure.’
‘Say you’ll do it, Lucy, please.’
‘I’d do it. It’s just a hassle finding the right guy. Straight guys won’t go for it, and I don’t suppose gay guys would want me hanging around. I suppose you could advertise for a bi-sexual black guy on the net somewhere, and then let me know if you hit pay dirt?’
He nodded urgently.
‘I could do that, yes.’
I didn’t answer immediately because something else had occurred to me. In one of the pubs we’d been in on the Saturday night there had been a message on the wall in the Ladies. Some guy had left his mobile number with an offer to suck him off through a hole in the partition, claiming he had the biggest cock in London. Sophie had been with me at the time, and it had made us giggle, only I couldn’t remember which pub it had been.
‘So you just want to suck another man’s cock, yes?’
‘With you watching.’
