A Chamber of Delights (24 page)

‘Well, I hope you like it.’

She smiled. ‘I do. I hope it doesn’t mind me playing with it.’

Gael smiled too. ‘I don’t think it does. It wouldn’t be as hard as this if it didn’t want to be played with.’ She stroked Flanders’ web and made his penis jolt. As he sighed, she jabbed him in the side without Jannine noticing.

The woman looked at Gael with a query on her face. ‘What shall I do now?’

‘You could try working it through your fingers.’

‘How exactly?’

Gael ringed Flanders’ cock and masturbated slowly. When Jannine had a go, he flinched.

‘Gently,’ Gael whispered, as she took the cock from her and worked it with the tips of her fingers. ‘You can only be rough with it when it’s straining to spurt.’

Jannine’s eyes went wide. ‘But how will I know when it’s going to spurt?’

Gael smirked and tapped her nose. ‘You’ll know. When he thrusts out his hips, it’ll pump up hard.’

‘Like I push my cunt out when I want to come?’

‘Just like that. Do you come easily?’

She shook her head. ‘I’ve only come once, and that was with a dildo which vibrated.’ She ran her fingers up and down the cockshaft.

‘Then I’m sure you’ll love this one. It’ll spurt strongly into the air if you work it up enough.’

‘I’ve never seen one spurt. I’ve only felt them in me.’

‘Then you’re in for a surprise.’

‘What does the spurt look like?’ She took the head of Flanders’ cock and mouthed it, closing her eyes and sucking on it gently.

‘You’ll see what it looks like soon enough.’

‘What does spunk taste like?’

Gael shrugged. Just play with it. You can taste it when it spurts.’

‘It smells divine.’ She sniffed it hard. ‘It makes my pussy hot inside. I’m getting rather wet.’

‘Good. Perhaps it’s time to feel it between your legs.’

‘May I?’ Her eyes went wide again.

‘It’s your fantasy, Jannine. You can do what you like with it.’

Jannine stood astride the man, the bench just the right height for her to do so without her vulva touching his penis. She sank down on it and rubbed herself up and down its length. It was fully hard now and rising from his belly.

Jannine rose on her toes, pulled the shaft up to vertical and eased down on its length. Her breathing slowed as she felt it.

Gael watched it disappear into her sleeve with a rush.

Jannine sat there with it deep between her legs and smiled contentedly. ‘Bloody hell, that feels so wicked.’

‘Good. It’s the wicked times which are the most fun.’

The elegant woman began to spring. With each rise and fall the cockshaft worked like a well-oiled, curving piston. With every thrust her tempo rose until she was riding him fast. He began to thrust his hips. Gael jabbed him in the ribs but it didn’t stop him thrusting.

Now Jannine turned around to face his feet. She took him in again. But her body shaded out the light. Prepared for any eventuality, Gael brought out a torch and shone it between Jannine’s legs. The woman’s sexual mouth was huge, the lips long leaves of supple flesh. As she sank down on the object of her desire, they spread out on Flanders’ thighs leaving imprints of their wetness when she rose. Jannine watched with fascination as she rode her steed. She opened her vulva wide by putting her feet up on the bench. Now she tried to engulf his balls, pulling the leaves of her sex aside with her fingers, letting them enclose his sac.

He moaned as he felt the heat.

Gael prodded him sharply once more.

Now Jannine began to pant. As she plunged, the supple flesh of her cavernous purse sucked at his cock. She leaned forward and clamped his thighs. Bracing her arms so she could pivot easily, she looked between her legs to watch herself engulfing the long, hard shaft.

Gael took a breath as she saw it disappear. Watching a strong penis plunging deeply into her own body always made her come just that bit faster and more violently.

Jannine thrust back her head. She closed her eyes as her belly tensed. She pushed her breasts out and squeezed them.

Now Gael stood astride the gardener’s legs facing the panting woman. She plucked at Jannine’s swollen nipples as the exquisite creature took in the man’s hardness. His penis slid in easily.

Jannine came in a series of juddering contractions. She sank down on to the shaft and held it deep inside herself.

When she had quietened, she rose and drew it out. She sat again, holding it to her mons, rubbing her nubbin gently up and down its root.

He came with a spurt which reached her breasts.

She looked down at it with surprise. And when the second spurt shot up to her lips she licked them with relish. She worked him gently, milking him until his pumping beats quietened to a tick. Then she rubbed his pearly semen into the skin of her breasts. She coated her belly with its moisture. When this was done, she eased back on his chest and lowered her mouth to kiss his cock.

In the light of the torch, Gael watched the last drops overflow as Jannine squeezed him. Then she put her mouth over the still-stiff shaft and took it in.

When Jannine had sucked the foreskin up and let it slide right down again, she looked up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and sighed.

‘My God, that was incredible, Gael. It was absolutely marvellous.’ She licked it like a greedy child attacks a lollipop. This made him hard and thrust again and soon he came once more. This time she made him spurt into her mouth, closing her eyes and sucking as his penis pushed in. She studied it as it made its final little ticks, and then she lapped his glans and kissed his web.

Together they played with Flanders’ balls, delighting in making them move. They licked each side of his shaft together and giggled as their tongues met, fenced and departed down the shaft again. They smeared his glans with honey and sucked it from him slowly.

‘I’m told that it’s wicked in your bottom,’ Jannine sighed as she sucked a glob of honey from his scrotum.

‘It’s excruciatingly nice,’ Gael grinned. ‘Perhaps you’d like to try it if we can get him hard again.’

Flanders groaned.

This time it was Jannine who dug him in the ribs. ‘Who is it?’ she whispered, her face bright with excitement.

Gael grinned. ‘Nobody at all, really. It’s just a big prick.’

They shrieked with laughter as they looked at the ‘nobody’s’ cock, and rubbed it with their palms until it stiffened and spurted once again.

After Gael had dressed Jannine and taken her to her car, they kissed. She looked radiant and alive. The chauffeur pretended not to be amused as he closed her door. Then the Rolls hushed across the gravel forecourt and Gael returned quickly to the chamber, her heart pounding as she approached the tied-up man.

GAEL STOOD WITH
her back to the closed door of the chamber. Her labia were throbbing and her clitoris was hard.

Before her floated the disembodied penis in the darkness. She closed her eyes and took a long deep breath. Then she went to the bench. She drew back the sheet and removed the gardener’s gag.

He had his eyes closed as if he were savouring his experience. When he opened them he smirked, saying, ‘Christ, that woman had a cunt like a boxer’s glove.’

Gael slapped his shoulder hard. ‘You’re the crudest man I know, Todd Flanders.’

He grinned. ‘But you like me talking dirty.’

‘Dirty and crude are different.’

‘Are they? Give me an example of the difference.’

‘You’re incorrigible.’

‘It’s being so incorrigible that makes me so attractive to women.’

‘Don’t kid yourself. You’re just another prick to most of us.’ She pulled his penis hard and made him wince.

‘Now who’s being crude?’

She wrung the foreskin over the glans. ‘It’s true. You are just another prick. The lady had the right idea. If I could have this without your boorish behaviour, life might be a little quieter around here.’

He pushed up through her fingers. ‘But you can’t have my prick without me, I’m afraid, miss.’

‘Want to bet?’ Gael wrung the hardening shaft and smiled widely even though he couldn’t see it in the dark. He groaned as she began to work him up.

‘You can stop that, you whore. I’m getting cramp trussed up like this. Let me go so I can screw you properly. You know you want it.’

She bit his arm and breathed deeply at the hollow of his armpit. A man’s sweat always drove her wild for some quite unfathomable reason. She breathed again, letting the scent send little waves of energy through her body. She could already feel her labia engorging as it reached them. She sniffed again.

‘You’re just an animal really, aren’t you, miss?’ he whispered. ‘Why don’t you kneel and push your quim out for me. I’ll do you like a ram would.’

She slapped him hard.

‘Hitting me changes nothing,’ he hissed. ‘Why don’t you stop pretending that you don’t want my cock between your legs.’

She slapped him hard again and threw the sheet back over his face. ‘OK, OK. I admit it. I do like it. Now shut up while I give myself a treat without you interfering.’ Now she stood astride Flanders’ face, facing his feet. Covered in the black velvet sheet, all she could see were his genitals, highlighted by the spot lamp. His penis was quite limp, his balls mobile.

Immediately below her she knew there was a hole in the cloth to enable him to breathe, even though she could not see in the darkness. She felt his warm breath as it sidled in and out between her legs. It warmed the opening of her vulva and made her close her eyes with the pleasure that this created.

She heard him breathe in deeply and knew that he was smelling her. This surely would make him horny once again. Now she set her feet wider apart to lower
her vulva closer to his mouth. The bump of his nose beneath the sheet pushed between her labia. His breath on them was hotter now. She watched his penis move, but it didn’t stiffen. Then she felt the slightest touch as the tip of his tongue came through the breathing hole. As she felt it skim one lip of her vulva, she adjusted her position to let it find her nub.

The tongue-tip licked again, the barest touch skimming through her furrow. She felt herself moisten and put her head back, her hands spread on her hip bones, her breasts pushed out. She set her feet even wider apart, and closed her eyes. This was bliss. It was heaven. It was marvellous to have the ministrations of the tongue while its master was bound and could not retaliate by grabbing her and eating at her, avidly.

Flanders pushed his tongue-tip through the stretched mouth of her purse. He flicked his tongue like a snake, titillating her nubbin, making it swell. It throbbed steadily now, with that little tingle that preceded the swelling of her vulva running up through her belly until it reached her nipples. She plucked at them gently, sending their own pulses of excitement back down to her clitoris to swell it even more.

Flanders blew hot breath through her furrow. He ran his searching tongue along the inside edges of her vulval lips. It tickled at the hairs which had colonised the fringes again.

She spread her fingers on his chest and buttressed herself so she could move effortlessly on his tongue. But he withdrew it through the hole.

‘Don’t stop,’ she whispered. ‘That felt so nice.’

He let a little laugh out through the breathing hole. ‘It would feel nicer if you lay on your back and let me lick your pussy properly.’

She wriggled on his covered face but she could not make him lick her. Damn him – he had done it to get her going, expecting that she would succumb and release him from the shackles.

Gael moved to sit astride Flanders’ thighs. She could just see his cock resting on his belly below her. She inched forward so that her stretched vulva barely touched his balls. She loved the way the soft and hairy sac tickled on the edges. She needed harder contact but his penis was still limp despite her stimulation as he’d tongued her. She took it in her hand and held it lovingly. Even though she got angry with the man, she had no quarrel with this. Jannine had been very wise in wanting only the parts of a man which alone could give her pleasure. Why bother with the rest? The rest was often boorish, conceited and insensitive. If only one could have a man like she had the gardener now, it might be a refreshing relief. Of course, to be honest, she wouldn’t want that all the time. A man who had humour and flair in the way he took a woman could be infinitely more exciting than this, no matter how pleasant it might be at the moment. Flanders had a wit which made her laugh at times. And he had shown a touch of sensitivity when he had saved her from falling off the ladder. He was so impetuous too. How much better to have a male who would sweep you off your feet when you were least expecting it. She smiled at the memory of finding herself strung up by the ankles. That had been so exhilarating. Of course she’d shown him anger. With a man like Flanders one didn’t just lie there saying,
I love the way you’ve strung me up to lick my pussy. Now fuck me with your tongue.
She couldn’t have said that even though it might have been more honest than pretending that she had hated every minute. The way he’d knelt and rubbed her with his balls until she’d squirmed had been quite a new experience.

She looked down again at his balls between her legs. But, this time, she was on top and he was strung out helplessly. She rubbed her moist purse over the little hairs, making them shine. She tugged at his penis slowly, pulling the foreskin down until it was fully
stretched. This made the head swell, but not too much. The thing seemed not to be very interested in being brought to hardness. Had she worn it out at last?

He snored.

She slapped him hard across the belly.

He snored louder.

She pulled his cock but it made no difference, so she squeezed his balls gently.

‘Ouch. You she-cat. That hurt.’

She rubbed them tenderly. ‘Sorry. But I’m not letting you go to sleep on me.’

As he laughed, she realised he’d been pretending to be asleep. He’d caught her out again.

She slid back down his legs, his shins hard inside her thighs, delighting in the feel of the velvet cloth in her slit. Taking his penis in her mouth, she sucked it slowly. It showed no signs of hardening, but it was better than a rubber one. It was so alive even though recumbent.