by Roger Quine
The Arab kept walking and Susie kept following, through another door and into a grand bedroom with a large bed at its centre, onto which he tossed his briefcase.
‘A drink,’ he said curtly in a heavy accent, as he locked the catches on his case. ‘I want a scotch-soda.’ Susie went to the trolley, which held a fantastic array of bottles, dropped two cubes of ice from a bucket into a glass, and prepared the drink.
‘Shoes,’ he said abruptly, nodding at his feet as he settled into a comfortable chair, stretching his legs out in front of him and taking the iced drink from her, the television remote control in the other hand. Susie wanted to say something, to rebuke the man for his lack of manners, but she decided against it and obediently squatted in front of him, untying his laces and pulling his beautifully crafted shoes off. Just then she looked up and caught him peering greedily down at her, staring intently at the shadows of her inviting cleavage. She was just wondering if she should be doing something more for him when he grunted, raising his hand with the glass, empty, and Susie deduced he wanted another drink.
While she was pouring it he turned on the television and the video recorder, and Susie had an instinctive feeling as to what he’d be watching.
And her instincts weren’t wrong.
As she returned to the man she heard the whimpers and saw the screen filled with a close-up of a kneeling girl’s bottom with a slash of red silk between the rounded cheeks, the central furrow already darkened with moisture. A slender finger slid the length of the silky red gusset, pushing deeper as it moved, pressing the material in to absorb more of the moisture. Slowly, gently, the finger stroked up and down, sinking deeper each time until the red material was soaking, the girl’s hips were beginning to roll and the faint gasping had changed to genuine sighs of pleasure and desire, driven by real need.
Despite her unfavourable predicament, Susie found herself spellbound by the images. The surprising eroticism of them was utterly compelling. She stood beside the sitting man, her attention focussed on the television, the crystal glass containing the amber liquid forgotten in her hands.
The sheikh reached up blindly, fingers fumbling for the glass as his eyes never left the screen. Quite clearly he, too, was completely enthralled by the steamy entertainment.
Susie felt her own body responding as a second elegant hand crept into view and slender fingers plucked the red silk aside to reveal a mouth-watering pussy with just a hint of blonde hair at its apex, glistening with a sheen of oily moisture, soft lips swollen and open. Now the finger could stroke its way between them, separating the folds, smearing itself with juices until it was shining wetly. It was joined by a partner, and the two fingers separated and stroked, the soft sucking sounds accompanied by gentle moans of delight as the two fingers finally bent and pushed, sinking slowly from view until they were buried to the knuckle, the wet flesh clinging greedily to them.
Susie wasn’t sure if she sighed as well. She must have made some kind of sound, because the sheikh placed the glass on the occasional-table beside his chair and his now vacant hand ferreted up under her dress and was stroking the back of her thigh, pulling her hips towards him and lingering around the lacy stocking-top. She moved closer without resistance, knowing she had to. The hand lifted gradually and cupped her silk-clad buttocks, and he turned his head and buried his face against her dress, between her thighs. Susie looked down at the top of his head, wondering if she should touch him or whether that would be deemed disrespectful. But then she heard him inhale sharply and felt a persistent finger burrow between her thighs from behind, and she couldn’t help but entangle her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. A second finger joined the first and together they rubbed the gusset of her knickers, and she knew the silk was damp, that she was anointing his fingers. Deftly, like a skilled pickpocket, his invasive digits slipped inside the material to where she was waiting, so ready for any touch that they slipped inside her at once, making her breath catch in her throat.
Susie cocked her hips, resting dreamily against the side of the chair while the fingers coaxed, matching the movements of the girl on the screen as she explored her own body with tender lust.
Then, on the screen a larger hand closed over the girl’s sex and she withdrew her own, allowing the newcomer unconditional access to her. The soft moans grew harsher as her desire mounted and the movement of her pelvis became more urgent.
Then a face appeared and a tongue spread and licked her folds, before taking the place of the fingers inside her body. The girl began to gasp with anxious need, and Susie’s heart nearly missed a beat because the face was familiar. And then she knew. It was the lad who’d beaten her with Savage’s strap in the eating hall the morning before.
The sheikh slid his fingers away from Susie, and taking her by the wrist he pulled her down, forcing her to her knees and bending her across a footstool. He was kneeling behind her in an instant, shuffling between her stockinged legs and nudging them apart. With her hair sweeping the carpet she heard his zip being lowered, and felt him fumbling at his trousers with one hand as the other folded her skirt up over her bottom and peeled her panties just far enough down her parted thighs to allow him access to what he feverishly craved. Then Susie’s back arched and the breath caught in her lungs as her head lifted in unison with his long slow penetration of her.
Clutching the edge of the footstool until her knuckles turned white, she dreamily opened her eyes and her misty vision was filled with the image of a veined erection pistoning wetly into the girl on the screen, the sodden gusset of her red panties stretched to the side to accommodate its entry. The sheikh knelt tall, his hands on Susie’s hips, and matched the vigorous thrusting of the stud on television.
Then the camera panned away and moved around the frantically bucking couple, and Susie saw the girl’s legs lock around her partner’s back as her muscles went into spasm and she came. The sheikh came too, ejaculating powerfully into Susie as her contractions matched those of the lovely girl on the screen, and she and Sophie climaxed together...
With so many emotions pulling her this way and that, Susie wasn’t quite sure at what point she realised she was watching Sophie. But she thought she’d known before the camera started to swing round and show that lithe body in profile, before she saw her lustrous blonde hair, the wide innocent eyes and those pouting lips, parted in ecstasy. And knowing had only - shamefully - made her own coupling with the sheikh incredibly intoxicating and enjoyable. The thrill of the forbidden added fuel to the fire between her legs, and as she watched her sister being solidly fucked, Susie felt so close to Sophie it was as if they could swap places.
Without really being aware of what was now going on, Susie was limp as the sheikh resumed his place in the chair and dragged her, kneeling, between his thighs. His penis lay glistening and drained on his shirttails, and he guided her head down, pressing her face to it, demanding with grunts and nudges that she take it into her mouth.
Susie’s lips parted wearily and she sucked him inside, and he relaxed happily as her head began to bob in response to the pressure of his hands as he guided her in imitation of what he was watching on screen. From the corner of her eye Susie could see Sophie with her lips stretched tightly around the bulbous end of the large penis, holding it still with one hand as her head dipped up and down.
Susie copied Sophie’s movements, grasping the thick shaft and rubbing up and down its length with her fist while her tongue flickered over the tip. She felt strangely closer to her sister than she had since learning of her disappearance. But just then the sheikh suddenly stiffened and uttered guttural oaths, and Susie’s mouth filled with his salty offering. He cursed again and pumped more of his seed into her throat. Then gradually his ardour subsided and he slumped in the chair, breathing heavily as his cock shrivelled and slipped from between her lips.
When he’d recovered a little he put a finger under Susie’s chin and lifted her
flushed face, and a lecherous grin slowly spread across his face as he pointed at the lovely blonde on the television, and then at Susie with clear recognition in his eyes.
Chapter Fifteen
Susie sat in the chair vacated by the leering sheikh, as nervous as hell now the moment she’d been plotting towards for the past few weeks was imminent.
He paced the room with undisguised impatience, occasionally rubbing his hands together and sometimes staring greedily at Susie, licking his lips and stroking his beard. The dirty old goat had insisted she keep her knees apart, wagging a finger at her in a warning not to disobey, and then whilst pacing he stared at her stocking tops and the tantalising glimpses of black silk hugging her sex beneath the dress stretched high across her thighs.
And Susie was ashamed to know that she was at least as impatient as he was, because in the back of her mind she knew that part of her eagerness - perhaps a massive part - was driven by the images she’d just been watching on the television and the knowledge that the sheikh wanted her and Sophie together.
Once their passions had subsided a little he’d straightened his clothes and picked up an internal phone, talking in his native tongue, almost certainly to Raoul, Susie guessed. And when he’d interrupted the conversation to point at her and then the television and say, ‘Sister, yes? Sister?’ she nodded, not having the will to attempt an explanation of the intricacies of her family and that Sophie wasn’t her real sister to a stranger who barely spoke English.
‘Your sister come here,’ he’d said, beaming lasciviously as he put the phone down. ‘She come here, now.’ Then he’d arranged Susie in the chair and begun his pacing, probably imagining what he was going to do and the fun he’d have when Sophie arrived.
The prospect of being manipulated and controlled in the kind of lurid scenario she was certain he was dreaming up was more arousing than Susie cared to admit, and her inability to stifle the anticipation she was experiencing made her feel guilty, and the more guilty she felt the more the taboo aroused her.
The shameful truth was that a huge contributing factor to her excitement at the impending reunion was due to the images churning cruelly over and over in her mind; images of Sophie’s cute pussy, glistening with arousal, just begging to be kissed...
Thankfully, at that moment she was distracted from her shameful daydreaming by a knock at the bedroom door. There was a very brief pause and then it opened and Raoul entered, his gaze drawn immediately to Susie’s thighs, still invitingly apart, and the delicate triangle of black silk nestling in the shadow beneath the hem of her skirt.
Hastily, the agitated sheikh greeted him and grabbed him by the arm. Raoul tore his eyes from Susie and turned to his guest, and the two whispered in low tones, though there was no need since they spoke the language that was incomprehensible to Susie. Besides, the look of sheer glee on the older man’s face and the eager rubbing together of his hands told Susie that Sophie was either there already or soon to arrive, and she felt her heart skip a beat.
Then they turned and looked at her together. ‘I have explained to my revered guest that you are our newest Believer,’ Raoul informed her. ‘He understands that you may not be as ready to do his bidding as he would want, but he knows that you must and will obey. It is up to him to make sure you do. Both of you. I have also explained this to your sister.’
So Sophie was already there!
Without another word, and only a respectful nod of his head to his guest, Raoul turned and left the room, leaving without a backward glance. The door swung slightly on its hinges, then opened wide, and there was Sophie, looking just as she had the last time Susie had seen her for real; lithe and beautiful, glowing with health, blonde hair kissing her shoulders. She wore a plain but well-cut red dress that fell to mid-thigh, high heels and dark stockings.
She looked at Susie and smiled shyly, as if they were strangers. ‘Susie?’ was all she said; a question, not a statement.
Susie felt a lump rise in her throat and knew her voice would fail her, so she just nodded encouragingly and held out her arms. Sophie stepped forward and they hugged warmly, the feel of her sister and the confirmation that she was okay bringing moisture to Susie’s eyes, which she closed so the sheikh couldn’t see.
‘What are you doing here?’ asked Sophie, clearly puzzled.
‘You,’ she managed to reply simply, and Sophie still looked blank. ‘I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I saw Hugh and the others and what he’d done, and I knew you’d be upset, so I came to find you.’
Sophie’s frown when Hugh’s name was mentioned lifted almost immediately and she smiled, a brilliant smile that lit up an already beautiful face. ‘You did?’
‘Of course. But you’ve not been here.’
‘No,’ Sophie confirmed, ‘I’ve been at the other place. Have you been there too?’
‘Richmond, you mean?’
Sophie shook her head. ‘No, near Exeter.’
It was Susie’s turn to shake her head; yet another twist to the mystery that was Raoul and his organisation. ‘I didn’t know such a place existed down there.’
‘It’s the same as this, really,’ Sophie went on, a little uncertainly. ‘They use it to make... um...’
‘It’s okay,’ Susie smiled encouragingly and squeezed Sophie’s hands, ‘I know what’s been going on. I know exactly what Raoul’s been making you do.’ She nodded towards the television, where the video had ended and the screen was a jumble of hash, the annoying hiss long since turned down by the sheikh.
Sophie hung her head a little, clearly ashamed. ‘I didn’t mind at first... too much,’ she whispered. ‘Everyone seemed so nice, and in a silly way it felt like revenge for what Hugh had done to me. But then things changed...’ Sophie shivered and her wide eyes scanned the room, and Susie again squeezed her hands, symbolically letting her sister know she was still there for her. ‘There - there’s something not quite right about all of this...’ Sophie finished quietly.
‘I know,’ said Susie. ‘And I know exactly what it is and how to stop it.’
Sophie looked a little alarmed. ‘I don’t want to be in your paper,’ she said forcefully. ‘And I don’t want either of us to get into any trouble with Raoul. I’ve seen him when he’s angry.’
Susie was well aware of the presence of the sheikh, and was talking in quick hushed tones to try and extract as much information from her sister as she could before he lost all patience. For the moment, though, he seemed to be enjoying another drink and eyeing the two of them, obviously savouring the prospect of what was to come. ‘Is that why you refused to see me?’ she asked.
‘I didn’t refuse,’ Sophie said. ‘I wouldn’t refuse to see you. They never said you were here.’
Susie shook her head sadly, realising just how much she’d been lured into Raoul’s web of corruption. ‘When I first found them at Richmond, Raoul said you refused to see me. That’s why I joined them - so I could get to you. But even then he said you wouldn’t meet with me.’
Sophie had no chance to respond further because the sheikh had clearly decided he’d enjoyed enough of the anticipating and now wanted to experience the real thing. Susie felt a hand touch her back between her shoulder’s, and he was standing beside them.
‘No more talking,’ he said gutturally, his greedy eyes bulging as he studied the two lovely females who were going to give him so much pleasure. He placed his other hand against Sophie’s back. ‘You kiss now,’ he directed. The two girls resisted for a moment, but the pressure of his hands increased and Susie hesitantly moistened her lips with her tongue. In that heady atmosphere there seemed to be a defining moment when both girls gazed deep into each others eyes and accepted what was to happen, and the watching sheikh wheezed excitedly as their soft lips met, opened slowly, and he caught a glimpse of their tongues touching experimentally. His eyes nearly popped from his head as he pressed
harder and devoured the vision of their delicious breasts moulding together.
The kiss intensified, and through lowered lashes Susie saw that Sophie’s eyes were closed, and from the sensuous activity of the tongue in her mouth it was evident that she was gradually relaxing and cautiously enjoying herself. Despite the possible ramifications of what was happening and what else was going to happen, Susie couldn’t deny her own insides were melting with desire for the girl in her arms, and she returned the beautiful kiss with increased fervour. There was a sexy rustle of silk as she eased her stockinged leg between Sophie’s, which parted just enough without resistance, and she heard the voyeuristic man utter his approval.
Susie felt the pressure between her shoulders slowly creep downwards, following the curve of her back, and she sensed Sophie was feeling the same. And then the hand was on her bottom, squeezing possessively, fingers digging into the deep valley between her buttocks, taking the shimmering material of her dress with them, and the pressure increased again so that Susie was pressed tight against Sophie and she could feel the warmth radiating from between her sister’s thighs. The kiss stopped briefly, and the two girls looked deep into each other’s eyes as they lightly pecked each other’s lips, the man forgotten for the moment. And then, without having to speak, Susie knew what she wanted and that Sophie wanted it too, and they kissed deeply again, their tongues dancing together with increased abandon.
In an instant all of Susie’s reservations melted away. She couldn’t believe how good the body moulded to hers felt. They seemed so perfect together, and despite the seriousness of their predicament she sighed contentedly, as did Sophie.
