A Chamber of Delights (8 page)

As she knelt to put her mouth to his glans, she breathed deeply of its musk.

‘How should I suck it?’ She looked up at him, past the purple head of the rearing penis, over the flat stomach and his swelling pectorals. His eyes were alight with the success he thought that he was having.

‘Just put your mouth over it and lick this with your tongue.’ He fingered the web. The veins of the shaft pulsed strongly as she kissed it gently. It was magnificent; as huge and strong and curved as any she’d ever had.

Now she opened her mouth, took in the whole helmet of the shaft and traced its sculpted edges with her lips. She tongued the web and made the whole shaft swell. As she drove her mouth down on him, he tugged at her hair, pulling her on to himself. When she glanced up,
she saw that his eyes were closed as he felt the sensuous heat and wetness of her mouth.

As she fondled his testicles and slipped one into her mouth, he tensed.

She smiled. It always gave her a great sense of power to do that to a man. She only had to clench her teeth and . . .

He slipped his hands through her hair, kneading at her scalp. Then as she sucked him in, he began to moan and strain between her lips. Holding his scrotum firmly, she pulled him forward. She slid her hands around his hips to run them over the tight, muscular buttocks, and pushed his shorts down. When he stepped out of them she drove her mouth down on to the shaft, stretching his foreskin tightly with her lips, her tongue working at its web.

Then she felt him tense.

Quickly she pulled away, determined that he would not shoot just yet.

When she slipped his shirt off, she delighted in his nakedness. His eyes were tightly closed. With his penis at full hardness, it stood out from his body, her saliva running down its groove, its head shining with a deep, pink lustre from the wetness.

‘Lie down,’ she whispered. ‘Lie on the table.’ She pushed him gently back.

In a moment, she had him laid back on the table, his legs apart, his eyes still closed. He raised his hips as she ringed his shaft and began to masturbate him slowly. She sucked his glans and licked his balls. She lifted them aside and ran her tongue between his scrotum and his inner thigh.

Now he rested on his elbows grinning down at her. ‘You tease. You’ve done this before, haven’t you?’

She gave him a little smirk and licked his balls. ‘So, now do you think I’m so naïve?’

He reached for her breast but she pushed him down.
‘Lie still. I want to enjoy you more before you have me, Mr Flanders. I want you as big as I can get you before you fill that “tight little slit” between my legs.’

He moaned as she plucked his nipples with her lips. She nuzzled up to him and whispered in his ear, ‘I want to sit on top of you.’ She took his cock and squeezed. ‘And I want to feel this in my quim. But please don’t look as I undress.’

‘Why not?’

‘Because I’m very shy. Close your eyes.’

He pretended to close his eyes but she saw the lids flutter.

She slapped his arm playfully and tied a tea towel around his head and pulled it tight. ‘Now lie still and don’t you dare move a muscle.’ Her lips reached his mouth. She kissed him gently and withdrew, just as he’d done to her.

‘Don’t be long,’ he growled. ‘And don’t try to run away. I’ll chase you and catch you if you do. Then I’ll spread you out on this table and tease you until you scream for me to make you come.’

She whispered back as she nipped his earlobe, ‘Promises like that will get you nothing, Mr Flanders. Remember, I’m your mistress. You do exactly as I want you to or you find another job.’

He smiled wryly. ‘Don’t threaten me, you vixen. Now get your clothes off or I’ll strip them for you.’

She rubbed his penis slowly and made him sigh, smiling widely as she kissed the tip. She went quickly to the door and beckoned. Sophie was at the sink in the kitchen. Then she put her finger to her lips to tell Sophie not to make a sound as she whispered in her ear, ‘Do you want to get your revenge on Todd Flanders for the way he treated you last night?’

Sophie put her head on one side. Then she nodded, clearly puzzled by Gael’s behaviour.

Gael drew the girl into the scullery, and put her hand
over the open mouth as Sophie spotted Flanders lying naked on the table, his eyes bound by the tea towel. She looked at Gael with astonishment as Gael raised his penis and sucked slowly on the glans. ‘I’ve taken all my clothes off, Mr Flanders,’ she said brightly, ‘but you’ll have to imagine what I look like naked. Perhaps if you’re very good, I’ll let you take the blindfold off later.’ She licked his testes. ‘Now I’m going to sit on top of you. I want to feel you slip inside me very slowly. Lie still.’

He sighed.

Gael slipped Sophie’s skirt off quickly, skimming the fair-skinned buttocks with her palm. She wanted to stroke the mons with its mass of ginger hair, but there was no time for that.

The nonplussed maid stood in her T-shirt, naked below the waist, her prominent mons pushed out as she swayed her hips.

Gael signed to her to get up on the table. Sophie caught on quickly to the game. Gael swallowed hard as the girl knelt over the gardener’s hips, the swelling vulva plainly visible between her legs. Its lips were already moist, the inner lining of her cleft a dark pink against the paleness of her thighs. Gael wanted to put her mouth to it and run her tongue deep between the lips. But Sophie spread her legs and lowered herself on to the man as she yanked his cock up hard. How Gael wanted to strip herself and press her own purse over that cock. She needed to feel its heat.

Sophie looked down between her legs. She grasped the girth of his shaft in both her hands and stroked it to make it harder. She held it, taut and straining as she lowered herself on to it, her eyes closed, her belly pulled in as she held her breath.

Gael whispered near his ear, ‘Feel me, Flanders. Feel me.’

‘When are you going to let me lick it?’ he whispered back hoarsely.

Gael slapped his arm. ‘Just be content to have your prick in me, will you. Perhaps I’ll let you lick me another time.’

He pushed up into Sophie. She still had her eyes tightly closed as she rode him, pressing her fingertips deep into his belly.

He pushed up again, clearly coming to his climax, which made Sophie open and close herself on him.

Gael trembled as she heard the redhead’s moistened parts sucking on Todd Flanders.

Sophie began to pant, making him thrust up even more, his belly going taut as his pelvis surged forward.

Gael thrust her hand between her own legs and began to work it over her clitoris.

Sophie moaned and clawed at Flanders’ skin, leaving tracks of pinkness over the sweating belly. He arched his back, lifting her high above him. Sophie gasped as she came, her breasts swelling, their nipples oozing milk.

Gael frigged steadily at herself, her inner thighs trembling as she neared her climax too. She watched with fascination as her housemaid’s vulva flooded, glazing the gardener’s phallus, his pubis and his sac.

He cried out loudly and drove up one more time, holding his shaft at full extension. Sophie set her head back, thrust out her breasts, and gasped for air as Gael sucked a nipple, running the flat of her hand over the redhead’s belly. She could feel the bulge of the man’s hard cock, deep inside the body of the girl. She could feel its pulse as it pumped its charge. And then Gael came in a flurry of little contractions which rippled up inside her. Her breasts swelled up, becoming ever more sensitive as they rubbed inside her blouse.

When Flanders relaxed, letting Sophie down, Gael pulled the blindfold off him and sidled to the door. As he opened his eyes it took him some seconds to focus. When he saw Sophie sitting astride him, grinning widely at his cock between her legs, his pleased expression turned to one of anger.

He looked round to see Gael leave the room.

She was busy at the sink when he stormed into the kitchen. He was still completely naked, his penis wagging as he stood with his legs apart, his fists clenched on his hips.

She turned to him slowly and scanned him up and down. He was a really horny brute and she wanted him more than ever. But she fixed his eyes with hers and stared him out.

‘Yes. What do you want? And why are you undressed?’ She nodded to his penis. ‘And do put that thing away. It doesn’t impress me in the least.’

He closed on her and glared into her eyes. ‘I expect you think you’re clever, don’t you?’

‘Clever?’

‘You know what I mean.’ His eyes became slits as he scowled. ‘You’d better close your windows and lock your bedroom door at night from now on. And I advise you not to walk in the grounds alone, especially in the woods.’

She slitted her own eyes, his anger firing her up again. Why was it that she got so horny when men were angry with her? ‘And why should I be careful of walking in the woods?’

He came closer still, the heat of his body reaching her, the scent of his cock mixed with Sophie’s musk wafting towards her.

‘Because –
miss
– if I find you out alone, I shall catch you and strip your knickers off and have you when you least expect it.’

Gael smirked and held herself up stiffly, even though her legs were trembling. ‘But I seldom wear knickers. You found that out when you grabbed me from the ladder.’

‘Then I’ll have to strip you naked, won’t I?’

‘But what if I catch you first?’ Gael was getting more excited by the second now that the challenge had been made.

A slight smile curved his lips. ‘I assure you, you wouldn’t find it easy to catch me out again.’

Gael threw her head back. ‘But if I did, I could have you any way at all?’

‘Any way you want me. But don’t think I’ll be so foolish as to let you trick me like you did this time.’ He kissed her cheek lightly, even lovingly, Gael thought. Had he genuinely been making love to her before? Her body trembled at the exchange. He’d accepted her challenge. Now she must be very careful to keep control. There was no way she was going to let the gardener get the best of her, in or out of bed, even though he had become virtually irresistible. But she knew she must have him soon – and fully – but on her own terms. She couldn’t stand this cat-and-mouse affair much longer.

She pulled away from him. ‘You’re on, Mr Flanders. I’ll catch you unawares and have you in whatever way I choose. So – be careful.’

Still stripped below the waist, with her T-shirt up to expose her breasts, Sophie was standing by the scullery door. Her eyes were wide as she listened to the exchange.

Flanders half turned, looked at her and then at Gael. His penis was fully hard again, Gael assumed from the stimulation of her challenge. She saw a fleeting glint of lust in his cold blue eyes.

‘Come here,’ he growled, pointing to the table.

Sophie came obediently.

‘Bend over,’ he hissed.

She bent, her breasts against the scrubbed-wood surface as she stretched her arms out.

‘Open your legs wide so I can see all of your pussy.’ He looked triumphantly at Gael as the housemaid did as he bid. The redhead pushed her feet apart as widely as she could. Now her sexual lips stood out from the stretched membranes of her loins, the opening between them gaping at the triumphant man.

He moved behind her, his eyes still fixed on Gael’s. He slapped the redhead’s bottom hard then sank his penis into her open cleft.

Gael sprang forward. She tried to pull him off her, but he was too strong and too determined. He simply grinned at her as he buried his cock deep inside Sophie’s moist channel.

‘What’s the matter, miss?’ he joked. ‘Do you want to take her place?’

Gael slapped him hard across the head but it seemed not to deter him. Then she glowered as Sophie began to moan, ‘Oh yes. Oh yes. Do me, Todd. Do me hard.’

Gael stepped back and glared.

Flanders spread the housemaid’s labia with his thumbs and pumped himself into her strongly, a wide grin on his face.

‘See, miss. She’s still my loyal slave.’ He slapped Sophie’s leg.

Gael glowered as the girl pushed out her vulva and sheathed his whole shaft with a sigh of deep-felt pleasure. As she pushed back at him, his testes jolted between her thighs, and she cried, ‘Yes. Oh yes. Fuck me, you bastard – fuck me.’

He took her steadily, making her jolt against the table, her nipples sliding on the wood. At the extremity of his stroke he thrust so deeply into the girl that her buttocks bulged out around his buried member.

Gael turned and strode away just as the girl let out another cry of ‘Yes’, and shuddered violently as she climaxed for a second time.

Gael couldn’t stop herself from turning at the doorway. As she fixed her eyes on Flanders’ face, he pulled out of the redhead, aimed his phallus at Gael and spurted into the air. It was a gesture of defiance as well as one of triumph and served to show her just how potent he was.

She slammed the kitchen door and stormed along the
passage. At that moment she knew that she had become jealous of Sophie. She guessed that he knew it too. His brashness and his strength and that subtle hint of romance had caught her off guard. But why was she resisting the temptation? She knew why. He’d taken her for granted and he’d challenged her. To drop her knickers and bend over the table for him to have her like Sophie would only feed his ego, and she would lose face. No – she would make him work hard for what she wanted him to do with her.

‘My God,’ she whispered to herself as she scampered up the stairs. ‘What the hell have I started now?’

THE LARGE DINING
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ROOM
looked magnificent. The buffet was set with hired silver and gilded plate. The chandeliers sent their sparkle downward to be reflected in crystal glasses.

The drawing-room was already crowded; couples standing closely while others sat and studied them. Singles scanned for someone they thought might please them or satisfy their needs.

Gael looked out into the sunken garden where several young women paraded, dressed in designer originals, petulant and spoilt. Eyed discreetly by handsome men from the windows of the rambling house, they pretended not to notice. But every one of them was charged-up and expectant.