‘Indeed they must,’ he agreed, stepping forwards to take hold of her arm, and leading her very gently past the plastic, back into the main corridor.
‘I hope this matter will soon be sorted. I wouldn’t like to think that it might delay the opening of the maternity unit.’
‘I am certain it won’t come to that,’ he replied, his gaze following Helen as she reluctantly turned around and began to retrace her steps back to the East Wing.
Zara looked at her reflection in the mirror, greatly pleased by what she saw. Her bruises were disappearing, and she felt much better, mainly because of the constant attentions of Colin. She had only known him a couple of days, but in that short time they had become close. There was something so genuine and trustworthy about Colin that she had found herself speaking to him very frankly, telling him things she had never told anyone else.
Colin wasn’t on duty until later, but she was hoping he would stop by soon, after his regular exercise session in the gym.
‘It looks great,’ Betsy said enthusiastically. She was a skinny, quite unattractive young woman, but Zara liked her because she was sweet-natured and a brilliant costume designer.
The dress was made of pink duchess satin, liberally embroidered with gold and decorated with fake gems. Combined with its petticoats and the rigidly boned corset it was uncomfortable and very weighty. Nevertheless it pulled in Zara’s waist, thrust up her bosom and gave her an even more incredible looking figure than usual. In order to provide a more complete picture, make-up had piled Zara’s hair on top of her head. When filming began she would wear wigs althought none of them were finished yet.
‘I love it, Betsy, just love it.’ Zara smiled as Betsy snapped a couple of Polaroids of her in the outfit. ‘Although I can barely breathe.’
This was the first time that Zara had worked on a historical series, the first time she’d worn quite such restrictive clothing. She had worked on a sci-fi picture which had come close. There had been no satin and jewels then, just skin-tight spandex, PVC and leather.
‘You look so regal, just like a queen,’ Betsy said, as she bent to rearrange the voluminous skirt.
Zara laughed. ‘Considering the fact that I’m playing a queen that sounds OK to me –’ She faltered as the door opened and Colin entered in tight-fitting pale-blue jeans and a white singlet, which showed off his muscular arms and pecs to perfection.
He gave a low whistle of approval. ‘You look amazing, incredible,’ said Colin. The way he was looking at her made Zara feel gloriously happy, sexy and very horny.
‘So this is the gorgeous guy you were talking about,’ Betsy said, looking him up and down as if she wanted to leap into bed with him. ‘Zara’s told me all about you.’
‘No, I haven’t.’ It had been a long time since Zara had blushed quite so obviously . ‘She’s fibbing, Colin. I just happened to mention how nice you were.’
‘But what she didn’t say spoke volumes,’ Betsy added with a trilling laugh. ‘She definitely underplayed your considerable charms.’
Colin shuffled his feet appearing faintly uncomfortable. ‘Should I leave?’
‘No,’ Zara said firmly. ‘Betsy’s just teasing. Actually she was just going to gather up the others and go down to the restaurant for coffee.’ She looked pointedly at the young designer.
‘Sure.’ Betsy nodded. ‘Coffee it is. Do you want me to help you out of the costume first?’
‘I’ll keep it on for a while. I’ve got to wear it, or something similar on set for hours, so I may as well try and accustom myself to the discomfort.’
‘Whatever you say.’ Betsy cast one long, lingering, hungry glance at Colin as she left the room.
Colin didn’t even seem to have noticed Betsy’s interest in him as he stepped closer to Zara. ‘I wasn’t exaggerating,’ he said softly. ‘You look wonderful. Every inch the famous movie star.’
He twined his arm around her waist and looked at their joint reflections in the mirror, appearing a little out of place in his modern clothing next to Zara in her elaborate eighteenth century costume. ‘I could just picture you in a billowing white shirt slashed to the waist, wearing tight knee-breeches, a sword at your side. Ever thought of taking up acting?’ she teased, smiling at his reflection.
‘I’d be terrible at it.’ He loosened his hold on her waist and she turned to face him, her satin skirts rustling.
‘But you’d look gorgeous. Your physique would be perfect for period drama. I’d make sure your knee-breeches were even tighter than those jeans,’ she said, eyeing the considerable bulge at his crotch.
‘I might be able to look the part, but I’d never be able to act. I’m no good at faking it.’
‘Thank goodness.’ She smiled provocatively as she ran her hands down his chest, to press her palm gently against his tightly restrained cock.
‘I feel horny every time I lay eyes on you,’ he groaned. ‘But dressed like this you look so unapproachable. It reminds me so much of the wide gulf there is between us.’
‘There is no gulf as far as I’m concerned,’ Zara insisted, pressing her hand harder against his groin, as she stretched up on tiptoe, kissing him lovingly.
Colin returned the kiss with restrained passion. ‘If only I could believe that.’
‘Believe,’ she insisted, stepping away from him, her heart beating faster. ‘I may look unapproachable on the outside. But do you know what women of this time wore under their dresses?’
‘Corsets?’ he suggested, watching the swelling rise of her bosom as she tried to breath in her restrictive garments. The bodice was cut so low that he could see the dark aureoles of her nipples peeping out of the pink satin.
‘Very tight corsets,’ she amended, ‘but underneath their skirts and petticoats they wore nothing at all.’ She gradually lifted the heavy satin so that he could see the white silk stockings, held up by pink satin garters just above her knee. Colin watched in silence as she pulled the skirts higher, slowly baring her thighs.
‘I want you right now,’ he gasped, as she exposed her naked sex to his hungry gaze.
He sank to his knees, ducked under her heavy skirts and parted her thighs. Zara’s senses spiralled out of control as she felt the heat of his breath on her pussy. He spread her labial lips, holding them open with his fingers, and blew softly on her throbbing clit.
‘Touch it,’ Zara pleaded.
Colin ran his tongue slowly along her moist slit, and as his lips closed lovingly around her clitoris, she gave a soft mewling sigh. He tugged at the tiny bud, sucking eagerly as he pulled it into his mouth. The sensation was delicious and Zara closed her eyes. She relaxed letting the pleasure wash over her, forgetting about everything else but the feel of Colin’s hands and lips.
The sudden sound of the door opening brought her back to reality with a nervous start. Acting instinctively she tossed her full skirts over Colin’s kneeling form. ‘What is it?’ she snapped, glancing angrily at the nurse who had intruded on her privacy and now hovered awkwardly in the open doorway.
‘Sorry to disturb you, Miss Dawn,’ the nurse said apologetically. ‘The kitchen wanted to know if you wished to delay lunch until after your costume fittings?’
‘Of course, delay it,’ Zara snapped. ‘I’m very busy.’
She wasn’t usually rude to the other staff, but she could hardly contain herself at present. Colin, hidden in the warm cave of her skirt, was busy nibbling and sucking, inciting her senses to fever pitch. She put her hand out to grasp the back of a chair, just to help her stay upright as Colin bit gently down on her aching clit. Zara clenched her lips, trying to remain composed as she struggled to hold back her moan of bliss.
‘I’ll leave,’ the nurse muttered, pulling the door shut with a loud bang.
Zara didn’t care if she’d seen Colin crouched under her skirt, as she felt his hard tongue wiggle its way teasingly into her vagina. She opened her thighs as wide as she could, pressing urgently against his head through the bulky layers of fabric, try
ing to force his tongue even deeper as it writhed and twisted its way inside her.
Moisture bathed her pussy, mingling with Colin’s saliva as he captured her clitoris again, pulling it so hard into his mouth that she lost control completely. Zara climaxed, barely able to remain standing as the sweet pleasure consumed her senses.
Justin pulled off Sandra’s clothes, almost ripping them in his haste. Then he pushed her down on to the bed, just as Ben dived towards her. They landed in a tangled heap of naked flesh. Sandra immediately tried to pull away, but Justin jerked her back with a cruel chuckle of amusement, and held her trapped against his chest.
‘Damn you,’ she squealed. ‘I invited you both here for a serious discussion.’
‘What could be more important than fucking?’ Justin growled.
Sandra had some urgent matters to talk about so she’d invited Justin and Ben to lunch. The food had been ready on the table when they arrived. Instead of eating, they’d laughingly thrown of their clothes and dragged her into the bedroom. This was the first time they had acted like this and ganged up on her, although she’d been aware that Justin was also fucking Ben on a regular basis. In fact she had already begun to form plans for a pleasant threesome, but not like this! Sandra’s scenario had involved her being in total charge of the situation, while here they were treating her as the helpless victim.
Sandra knew they were only playing but, to her surprise, she did feel a little scared by their rough behaviour. They were obviously prepared to use force and instinctively she had resisted. Turned on by their brutality, yet also apprehensive, she savoured the strong frisson of fear that suddenly flooded her senses.
She struggled to get away again, but Justin pinned her down, roughly kneading her large breasts, while Ben forced open her legs. Justin had a thing about breasts, and he rubbed and squeezed her lush flesh, pulling and twisting her nipples until Sandra moaned with pain, while Ben buried his head between her thighs, pressing his face to her pussy. Moisture flooded her quim, lust quelling any further thought of resistance. She wanted them both, was hungry to feel their hands roughly abusing her defenceless flesh.
Justin took possession of her mouth, pushing his tongue between her lips, while Ben plunged his tongue deep inside her. Sandra gasped as Ben’s questing tongue squirmed deeper, just as Justin’s mouth slid down to her breasts. He sucked hard on one nipple while he cruelly dug his nails into the other. Sandra closed her eyes, wallowing in pleasure, but they flew open again as she felt Justin attach a nipple clamp to her left breast. The cold metal teeth dug into her puckered teat, further abusing the already inflamed flesh. The pain set her nerve endings alight, and the tingling bliss radiated down towards her groin.
‘Please,’ she begged, as the tantalising sensations shot down to her belly, further inciting the heat in her quim, while all the time Ben’s tongue wriggled and squirmed inside her. ‘Fuck me!’ she shouted. ‘Now!’
Strong male arms immediately manhandled her body, until she was left lying atop Ben’s naked form. Then Justin hooked his hands under her arms and pulled her to her knees. She was forced to squat astride Ben’s hips and her legs trembled as she looked down at his rigid dick, ready to thrust its way inside her. She’d seen it before, but only when it was flaccid. The buried ballbearings were even more noticeable now it was erect, and she admired the tightly distended flesh, with its random display of hard pellets. Tiny bullets of bliss, she thought distractedly, as Justin dug his fingers into her fleshy hips, pushing her down on to Ben’s waiting cock. It slid smoothly inside her, filling the aching void. She gasped with pleasure as Justin thrust her down so firmly that her pelvis ground against Ben’s, while his cock head brushed the neck of her womb.
Sandra started to move, half-lifting herself, allowing the rigid dick to nearly slide out of her, before thrusting down again. She didn’t consciously compare sensation, but his shaft felt different to Justin’s. The protrusion caused far less intense pressure on her sensitive internal walls than Justin’s silver balls, but the sensations were deliciously good all the same. She ground her open pussy against Ben’s silky pubic hair, while with each lift and violent thrust her full breasts bounced up and down. Her left nipple, still tightly enclosed in the clamp, screamed for its release as the flesh around it turned numb. The pleasure-pain it caused contributed to the tight waves of bliss that assailed her quim as she rode Ben with wild abandon, galloping closer and closer to her climax.
Before she could reach the pinnacle of pleasure, Justin grabbed her from behind, stopping her suddenly in mid-movement. He pushed her forwards until her full breasts were crushed against Ben’s chest. She wanted to protest, to tell Justin that penetration was less deep this way, but she stayed silent as she felt him part her buttock cheeks. The lubricating jelly felt icy cold on her exposed arsehole, and when he squeezed a mass of it into the tight opening she gave a soft moan of surrender, knowing full well what would happen next.
‘Ben and I are gonna fuck you so hard that you’ll pass out with pleasure,’ Justin promised her, as she heard the familiar sound of a foil packet being torn open.
Sandra held her breath, anticipating an action so delicious she could hardly bear to wait. She wanted it so much, yet she still shivered nervously as Justin’s cock probed her buttock cheeks. He rimmed the entrance, protected by her tightly closed sphincter muscle, forcing it to relax and open as he eased his cock head inside.
As his cock slid deeper, Sandra gave a sobbing sigh, her body expanding to accommodate the bulky organ. Justin buried himself to the last final inch, until his balls slapped warmly against her trembling buttocks. Sandra had been arse-fucked on many occasions, but never as completely as this. She savoured the utterly sublime sensation of having both intimate orifices stuffed full of pulsing male flesh.
Justin paused, breathing deeply, then took a firm hold on Ben’s slim waist, sandwiching Sandra between them. He started to move, rocking his hips and she felt the studs tenderly chafe her inside. Gradually Justin altered the angle of penetration, so that his cock pressed against the thin, sensitive barrier that separated his penis from Ben’s.
The hot pleasure was blissfully perfect, and as Justin thrust harder Sandra was so overwhelmed that the sensations blocked out all conscious thought. All three bodies rocked in unison, the throbbing rhythm transmitting itself from Justin, through Sandra to Ben.
Sandra’s nerve endings contracted, spiralling out of control. As she climaxed, she felt Ben and Justin’s cocks pulse in mutual orgasmic waves. She felt blackness beckon as she almost passed out with pleasure.
Slowly she regained her senses. Both men were still buried inside her, but Justin was now supporting his body weight with his arms in order to prevent their combined weight from crushing Ben. Sandra had never felt so close to them both, and she pressed her lips to Ben, kissing him with great tenderness, while Justin slowly eased his body from hers.
She felt weak, as though she’d just completed the most punishing physical exercise, as she flopped down on to the bed next to Ben. Justin lay down on the other side of her and removed the clamp from her nipple. Her breast tingled with an angry fire as it slowly came back to life, and she couldn’t suppress a whimper as Justin bent forwards to tenderly suck her tortured flesh.
‘That was amazing,’ Ben gasped.
‘Told you it would be.’ Justin chuckled. ‘Next time we could find someone a little less willing than our darling Sandra.’
‘Are you referring to Helen?’ Sandra asked, as a knowing look passed between the two men. ‘It’s her I want to discuss.’
‘Why?’ Justin asked. ‘Can’t you lure the bitch into your bed?’
‘It’s nothing like that,’ Sandra said in irritation. ‘Her behaviour is troubling me.’
‘She doesn’t trouble me at all.’ Justin grinned at his friend. ‘Ben’s already discovered that there is a randy little bitch hidden under that icy exterior. In fact I can vouch for that myself. Give me a week or so and she’ll do anything we want
. Then if you have a fancy to play girlie games with her, Sandra, you can.’
‘It’s not sex I’m referring to, Justin,’ Sandra exclaimed.
‘What’s she been doing that troubles you so bloody much?’ he asked, idly playing with her nipples.
‘She’s started sticking her nose into matters that don’t concern her.’ Sandra pushed Justin’s hand away and sat up. ‘For instance, Ben, did you know that Helen was spying on you last night?’
‘Spying?’ Ben questioned.
‘Yeah. She saw you bring in our special patient, then followed you all up to the annex.’
‘What was she doing in the hospital at that time of night when she wasn’t on duty?’ Ben asked.
‘I’m told that she dined with Duncan Paul. She stayed in his room until two in the morning.’
‘Do you think she was fucking him?’ Justin asked, grinning.
‘Quite probably,’ Sandra replied. ‘He’s a great-looking guy. I wouldn’t mind a piece of him. I’ve frigged myself a few times while watching one of his torrid scenes on TV.’
‘I fancy him as well; he’s fucking gorgeous,’ Ben said, grinning lasciviously. ‘Unfortunately I hear he’s a committed heterosexual – what a waste!’
‘One can never really tell with someone like him. Image is everything, maybe he keeps his true persuasions hidden,’ Justin commented casually.
‘We digress here, guys,’ Sandra, interjected. ‘Do you know Helen went to the annex this morning, and tried to get in to see our new patient?’
‘She did what?’ At last Sandra had got Justin’s full attention. ‘Why the hell did she do that?’
‘Because she’s a nosy bitch. Frankly I’d probably do the same if I saw a patient arrive in the dead of night and saw him being taken to a part of the hospital which is ostensibly closed. Helen is the registrar on duty today, and there’s no mention of a new patient on her lists. What would you do in the circumstances, guys?’
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