Six More

by James Crow

  Six More

  James Crow

  Contents

  Prologue

  1. A Veritable Hoot!

  2. Dick Splash

  3. Boreass

  4. Lunch Fuck

  5. Suki Secret

  6. Best Lube Ever

  7. A Funhouse for Perverts

  8. We’re going on fucking holiday

  9. The 5280-feet-high Club

  10. A Game of Dare

  11. Punch-fucked

  12. Happy Birthday to Me

  13. Team Bang

  14. Splish Splash Splosh!

  15. A Kinky Tail

  16. Lady-boy Loving

  17. Goldilocks

  18. Cirque du érotique

  19. Magic!

  20. A Bloody Treat!

  21. Dildo Bikes

  22. A Tearful Farewell

  23. Fuckers

  Epilogue

  Thank You . . .

  And thank you…

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  First published 2019

  For Michelle McGinty

  SIX’s biggest fan

  You asked for MORE – you got it!

  Jonathon

  It started with a kiss…

  …just like it did every morning. And just like every morning, that kiss was on the end of my morning wood, soon to be sucked down her throat. All the way down her pretty throat. She held it there as I opened my eyes to the sight of her, and what a beautiful sight, that perfect ass, up in the air. She pulled away slowly, the tightness of her throat enough to make my balls tighten; enough to make me growl for her.

  ‘Good morning,’ she said, climbing up me like the delicious little monkey she truly was.

  ‘Good morning, gorgeous,’ I said as she gripped my cock tightly, straddled me, and then she sighed.

  Sighed like a siren as she guided my cock into her and sank all the way. A sigh that turned into a hiss as she planted her hands either side of me, made exquisite little movements with her hips.

  I took hold of her hanging tits, palmed her nipples gently, slowly, felt them prickling to hardness as she fucked me.

  ‘Nice and easy,’ I said, knowing full well she would never resist for long. I gripped her tits hard and her head dropped, the heat of her pussy the greatest tell.

  Gripped her tits harder, tighter, just the way she liked it. Tight enough to hold her in place as she started bucking on my cock. Bucking that turned into slamming soon enough. Slamming and panting and cursing out the fucks – just the way I liked it.

  ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…’

  ‘Faster,’ I said, ‘like it’s the last cock you’re ever going to ride.’

  And she did. The sounds of her wetness an orchestra of filth. An orchestra of many melodies; a symphony building up to the crescendo of a perfect orgasm. I held her tits tight and helped her along, meeting her thrusts with mine, hitting her deep every time, and then I felt it, the first tremble from inside her, enough to make her lose a beat, a stumble, a little jerk of the shoulder, a hitch of her breath – that was my cue.

  I let go of her tits, gripped her by the ribs, pulled her to me and sucked a tit into my mouth, and I fucked her hard and fast until she was a trembling, stuttering doll in my hands. Fucked her until she was coming and so was I. Fucked her until she was screaming it out. Fucked her until we were both a soaking wet mess.

  She flopped to my chest and I held her, kissed the top of her head as she panted. Held her there, my gorgeous wife. She held me back, reached a hand to my face, pressed two fingers to my lips. A long sigh. A very long sigh. I kissed those fingers, sucked them in.

  ‘Thank you, lover,’ she said before easing herself away from me.

  I watched her go, my amazing Emma Jane, as she headed for the ensuite.

  My SIX – not so long ago she was client number 6, an innocent young beauty, her love of horses – and horny stable boys – was all she knew. She had me hooked the first time we met, at the client interview stage. I mean, I’d never finger-fucked a client on the therapist couch…

  I’d asked her about her fantasies and she’d willingly told, had me entranced by her burning cheeks as she confessed to filthy thoughts of coming on another woman’s face. Entranced was certainly the right word. I moved from my chair to sit by her side as she laid back on the couch. Entranced as I lifted her skirt, tugged her panties to her knees, raised her legs, pushed three fingers into her and soon she was coming on my hand.

  The start of a beautiful relationship.

  I gave her everything after that. Showed her the kinky ropes and the filthy ropes. Showed her how to satisfy clients’ outlandish requests. Showed her the power of pain and the beauty of submission. Gave her a love of kink and exhibitionism.

  I’d taken her to a neighbouring village, dressed only in a black leather coat and high heels she’d felt vulnerable but horny as hell.

  We’d sat on a bench on a quiet street, waiting for a target. I can still hear her nervous giggle when I indicated to the old guy walking up the street with his morning paper. I remember her trembling hand leaving mine as she got to her feet and took up her position. She followed my orders to the letter, opened her coat wide for a whole ten seconds. A whole ten seconds as the old guy took in his unexpected treat. And then she’d ran. All the way back to the car, still giggling when I caught her up.

  I believed that nothing was impossible for Emma Jane, until she discovered the hidden room and the chair of iniquity, along with my demons from my past, and demanded to experience the chair and the pain and endurance that came with it – demanded to be my toy.

  My SIX TOY

  I threw everything at her. From champagne enemas to bondage. From orgasm denial to squirting. From wax torture with a candle up her cunt, to a leg-stretch so wide, I almost dislocated her hips. And yet, despite the cries of agony and the tears – so many tears – Emma Jane came out the other side an empowered woman – and became my beautiful wife.

  My insatiable wife.

  And now, business was booming, although not in a way I’d ever expected.

  Emma kept herself busy with her new ‘hobby’ – photography and filmmaking. Our fancy new website offered videos for download and we were raking it in.

  It was a strange dynamic, I admit. Client bookings were down, but Emma kept our team of willing angels busy, each of them starring in their own filthy films.

  Today, her and Suki – her adept camera operator and lighting specialist – were filming a run through of the round room, with Angel Paulo and his pierced cock the ‘prize’ at the end.

  I laid back on our bed, soaked in my lover’s juices, listening to the shower running, Emma singing so tunelessly like only she could, and smiled at our contented life.

  We were so fortunate, no worries, just fun and sex and a whole lot of love. In fact, the only worry I had right now was what to get Emma for her upcoming birthday. She said she wanted nothing, except maybe a nice meal out somewhere. But that would never do.

  I decided to seek advice from the one person that knew Emma better than I did – Fiona – Emma’s Aunt Fee.

  Jonathon

  I had the utmost respect for Emma’s aunt. She was the one who’d brought us together in the first place, not to mention
she’d been instrumental in helping to thwart Emma’s greedy parents and save her from a marriage arranged to fill the family coffers.

  Emma might sometimes refer to her as an old trout, and maybe she was, but she was a decent old trout with a great sense of humour. As a thank you, we’d gifted Fee the middle floor of the west wing, where she now lived happily with her new husband – Angel Harry – Suki’s cousin.

  I rang her apartment but got no answer. When I rang her mobile and got no answer there, I knew where I’d find her – on set – no mobile phones allowed.

  The round room was a circular-shaped building with a flat roof situated in the grounds next to the spa building. The idea of this sexual experience was simple but extremely effective. I found Angel Maria, stripped naked, Emma fastening her wrists high above her head in the round room’s doorway.

  It was another beautiful day, the sun beating down on the dozen or so angels stripped for action. Fiona, forever adorned in beads and bangles and with a feather in her hair, looked almost like an old angel herself in a white floaty dress. She was sitting on a bench, watching Emma and Suki at work.

  The chain Maria was shackled to was set into a runner in the ceiling. Maria would walk the circular corridor which ran the circumference of the building while blindfolded, the many naked angels situated within the corridor would touch, grope, feel, lick, and maybe even bite as Maria completed the walk. At the end of the walk, Maria would enter the room in the centre of the building, where Angel Paulo and his magnificent Prince Albert pierced cock would be waiting.

  Maria was wearing a head-mounted camera. Suki and Emma each had a hand-held, and they would join Maria on the walkthrough – one at the front and one at the rear – eventually joining Maria for her encounter with Paulo, ensuring many close-up shots of his famous piercing.

  Angel Paulo was proving to be a favourite with our online viewers.

  ‘Good morning, Jonathon,’ Fiona said as I sat down next to her. ‘Aren’t you hot in that bloody suit?’

  ‘I’m always hot,’ I told her.

  ‘Of course you are.’ She laughed. ‘I do adore watching Emms at work. She’s so good at this, you know.’

  ‘Exceptional,’ I said.

  ‘To what do I owe the pleasure? No clients this morning?’

  ‘No clients today,’ I said.

  ‘Good,’ she said, ‘Do you the world of good having some time to yourself.’

  Emma spotted me as she was giving Maria instructions. She blew me a kiss. I waved back.

  ‘It’s Emma’s birthday soon,’ I said, ‘I’m struggling as to what to get her. Wondered if I could pick your brains? Any ideas?’

  ‘Have you asked Emma?’

  I told Fiona that I had asked Emma, that she didn’t want anything fancy, except maybe a meal out somewhere.

  ‘That’s rather boring, no? I suspect Emms is focused on her new… job, or hobby, whatever you want to call it. She’s happy, Jonathon. I wouldn’t worry too much.’

  ‘Worry… yes…’ I couldn’t help but watch Angel Sammy as she sauntered past; a curvy beauty, her smile so bright, the sun on her caramel skin enough to make my dick twitch.

  ‘Are you getting enough, Mr Gold?’ Fiona asked.

  My turn to laugh. Wake up sex – lunch break sex – bedtime sex – my lovely wife kept me more than satisfied in that department. ‘She’s insatiable,’ I said.

  ‘You created a monster?’

  ‘You could say. But I do love my monster.’

  At that, Angel Paulo appeared. With his dark curly hair, and his tanned and muscled physique, he looked like a Greek god. Angel Frankie dropped to her knees and started working him hard.

  Emma called everyone to their places. ‘Walkthrough in thirty seconds!’

  ‘She’s such the professional,’ Fiona said. ‘I’m so proud. And so thankful to you, Jonathon. You saved my darling niece. Not to mention my old self.’ She touched a hand to my arm. ‘Thank you.’

  Fiona had thanked me a million times already. ‘Emma saved herself,’ I reminded her. ‘She made her own choices.’

  ‘So you keep telling me,’ she said. ‘Listen, I’ve an idea. How would you fancy a break away for Emma’s birthday?’

  I’d already suggested that to Emma. Suggested a return to our honeymoon island in the Maldives, or somewhere new… Barbados… Hawaii… the North Pole… but Emma said she was happy here, doing what she loved. I told Fiona as much.

  ‘Well, I have an idea,’ she said, ‘but I need to make a call first. Leave it with me, Jonathon.’

  As Emma shouted action and Maria started off on her walk into the corridor, Fiona got up and walked away.

  I walked away, too. A stroll in the rose garden. A sit on the loveseat. Remembering great times with Emma shackled there. Remembering Fiona herself shackled there, the old trout flashing her pussy at me. She did make me smile. I took off my suit jacket and relaxed with the sun on my face, wondering what Fiona’s idea might be, when my mobile buzzed. It was the old trout herself.

  ‘We’re in luck,’ she said, ‘can you come to my room straight away? You’re going to love this, Jonathon. It will be a veritable hoot!’

  Emma

  Walkthroughs complete, lighting tests perfect, and Paulo’s beautiful cock engorged and ready for action, I took up position in front of Maria and yelled that very word.

  ‘Action!’

  With Angel Denny behind me, hands on my waist, guiding me backwards through the narrow circular corridor, I captured every sweet moment as Maria was pulled slowly along by the chain on its runner, her toes barely touching the ground, her arms stretched high above her head. Hands groped her, fingers probed her, and tongues licked at her as she passed each naked angel by.

  As we reached the final turn and entered the main room itself, Angel Marty and Angel Rob were there at the doorway to each take hold of Maria’s legs and open her wide, and I crouched behind Angel Paulo’s head as he lay there waiting for her impalement, zooming in on his engorged knob, his Prince Albert piercing glinting in the light. I zoomed right in as Maria’s lips were parted and that heavily veined cock pushed into her lowering body.

  Suki was there with a mic, capturing all the wet sounds as Maria moaned her soulful moans and Paulo fucked her hard and fast. It was all I could do – this close to Paulo’s head – not to sit on his sweet face myself. I could feel my own wetness and was so looking forward to meeting Jonathon for lunch.

  With Maria spread wide, her pussy looked great, all red and swollen. ‘Now,’ I said to Paulo and he went for it, fucked the dangling girl crazy, while Marty and Rob, out of shot, both looked to Paulo for the sign.

  Thirty seconds later and he gave the thumbs-up. Maria was lifted from his cock and Paulo spurted like a boss, thick ribbons of cum flew everywhere and, not for the first time, I got a splash on my cheek which dribbled to my lip. True professional that I am, I kept my composure, kept focusing on that erupting cock until Paulo was empty.

  ‘That’s a wrap,’ I said, licking the cum from my lip. ‘Well done, everyone. See you all tomorrow for the loveseat spectacular.’

  Jonathon

  ‘Boreass?’ I asked. ‘What kind of name is that?’

  Fiona chuckled. ‘She does have a sense of humour, does Caran. That’s Caran with a C, not a K. We went to school together.’

  We were sitting on a chaise longue in Fiona’s vast apartment, her laptop on her knee.

  The building I was looking at on the screen was a big old barn – Boreass Barn to be precise.

  ‘You’re suggesting that I take Emma to an old barn in Cornwall and that prices start at one million quid for a week? That’s…’

  ‘Unbelievable? A rip-off?’

  ‘Yes to both,’ I said.

  ‘Watch,’ Fiona said and clicked on the image of the old barn.

  A video started up, drone footage, swooping first towards the barn itself and then over its roof to the field beyond and a huge structure, square in shape that looked like some kind o
f fort and it was surrounded by moorland.

  The drone dropped down towards the square structure and a set of huge black gates opened inwards, allowing the drone to fly inside – there was a heart-shaped swimming pool, naked girls drinking cocktails. Lots of buildings formed the huge square courtyard, all the doors open, a St. Andrew’s cross out in the sun with a guy strapped to it. A long open garage with cars and bikes.

  ‘It’s a billionaire’s playground,’ Fiona said, ‘Caran can organise anything you ask. She has a staff of sixteen gorgeous girls and boys. The buildings you see contain every type of playroom you could wish for, as well as sumptuous bedroom apartments.’

  ‘Ah, this rings a bell,’ I said, ‘I’d heard rumours about this place. But wouldn’t it be a busman’s holiday? I mean, we have all of that right here.’

  ‘So you do,’ she said, ‘but it’s not just the little fortress itself, Jonathon. It’s Penzance.’

  ‘And?’

  ‘Have you ever been?’

  I told her no, I hadn’t ever been.

  ‘Imagine the adventure,’ she said, ‘getting away from here for a while, exploring the unknown. Tell me this, Jonathon, in the short time you and Emma have been together, what would you say is her favourite thing to do?’

  ‘Making films,’ I stated the obvious.

  ‘No, apart from that. I meant favourite sexual thing?’

  Christ, my little minx liked everything sexual. She couldn’t get enough.

  ‘Well?’

  ‘I’m thinking,’ I told her.