Erotic Amusements (12 page)

She remembered with a pleasant shiver the time he had met Charles in the hotel one morning.

“Can I get you anything?” she had asked.

He had looked her up and down from under those soot-black eyelashes. “Depends, love. What are you offering?”

She had giggled like a schoolgirl and later Charles had whipped her for flirting without permission. At the time, she had taken this as evidence of Charles’s jealousy and revelled in her welcome punishment. But now she was not so sure. Not now that Charles sat, watching her fellate Trewin with detached disinterest, as if she were a PowerPoint presentation in a dull office meeting.

Trewin grunted and filled her mouth with semen, which she swallowed dutifully before turning her attentions to Charles. He wasn’t even hard. She had to stroke him to tumescence before she was able to begin gumming at his dear cock.

He’s always been hard before
, she thought in anguish, tears springing into her eyes.
He really doesn’t want me anymore
. She gave him the most savagely intense blow job of her life, gorging on him as if she was starving for his cock. He tried to carry on a conversation with Trewin about tax returns but was forced to retire from it to pull Michelle’s hair and groan obscenities at her.

“Oh, you dirty little fuck-whore,” he whispered, beginning to thrust into her mouth. “Eat it, swallow it down, fill your belly with spunk. That’s what you’re made for, isn’t it? What you need? You’re going to get fucked so hard tonight.”

Michelle’s surge of jubilation spurred her on. She still had it. She could still take that little piece of control from him, just by using her lips and tongue. He still wanted her. She squeezed his balls and he spurted jets of warm salty semen into her mouth, adding to the taste of Trewin that lingered there.

“We can discuss details later,” Cordwainer said to Trewin in a wrung-out rasp. “First of all, I think our little friend here needs a good hard fucking to show her what’s what. Shall we take her to bed?”

“I’m ready,” said Trewin, hard again after watching her perform on Cordwainer. “Slut, get up to the bedroom and wait for us on the bed, arms and legs spread. You can warm yourself up with a toy if you like. I just want to finish this glass of wine a minute.”

Michelle rose to unsteady feet, murmured, “Yes, sir,” and took her leave, climbing to her bedroom in the attic of the hotel.

She took a clitoral stimulator from a drawer stuffed with sex toys, lay down on the bed and switched it on, letting the low, slow thrum send waves through her. She imagined that the vibe was Rocky’s tongue and that the strapping young man was crouching between her thighs. Or maybe she was flipped over the seat of his bike, getting ready to be skewered on the end of his cock. What was Rocky into? Was he a spanker? She thought he was, but the erotic, slap-and-tickle kind of spanking rather than Charles’s more formal tastes. He would hold her down, she thought, rather than use ropes or chains. Between Charles’s intelligence and Rocky’s strength, Charles’s sadistic imagination and Rocky’s passion, they would make the perfect man. But she could only have one of them, and maybe not even him. The vibrator buzzed between her pussy lips and she imagined Charles overseeing Rocky’s fucking of her, giving him instructions, urging her to work harder, milk that cock, take that pounding…She was close to coming when the door opened and her two masters stood in its frame, watching her.

“Very nice,” said Trewin.

“Please, sir,” she panted, “may I come?”

“No,” decreed Cordwainer, but then he turned to Trewin. “Sorry, Phil. It’s habit. Of course the decision is yours.”

“Put the toy away, slut,” said Trewin, coming into the room and looming over the bedside. “You’ll get your orgasm, but it’ll be with my cock in you, understood?”

“Yes, sir.” She put the vibe down and stretched her arms out, lying exposed in her harness.

“So, how do you want to play this?” Trewin asked Cordwainer. “Should we tie her, or…No, I suppose we need to be able to move her about a bit.”

“I suggest we tie her once we’ve finished with her. Do you want to take turns or perhaps try some double penetration?”

“Double penetration,” mused Trewin, stroking his chin. “Is there enough room for three of us on that bed?”

“She’s taken four on that mattress before now.”

“Four? How the heck did that work?”

“One at the front, one at the back, one in her mouth and she was tossing off the fourth man with a free hand. She was on fire that night. I’ll show you the film sometime.”

“I’d love to see it. Okay. Let me think. What do you want, Charles? Pussy, arse or mouth?”

“I think you get first dibs, Phil.”

“Oh, thanks. Very well, I’ll take her arse. Did you hear that, slut? You’re going to get your arse fucked tonight, and I’m going to make sure you feel it. What do you say to that?”

“Thank you, sir. You’re very good to me.”

“I am, aren’t I? Get on your hands and knees and show me that bum. I want a good look at what I’m getting.”

Michelle obeyed, resting her head on her forearms in order to thrust her backside out as far as possible. The more her skin stretched, the more the cane marks came back to life, throbbing a rhythmic reminder of her earlier punishment.

Trewin gave the presented mounds a good squeeze, feeling them comprehensively before taking a bottle of lube from the toy drawer and unbuckling the harness strap that ran between Michelle’s cheeks.

“What are you going to do?” he asked Cordwainer. “Pussy? How would we work that?”

“I’ve done it in several positions,” said Cordwainer, smiling as Trewin pushed a greased thumb against Michelle’s anus. “She can sit on my cock while you pump her arse. Or you can have her lower herself onto your cock and lie back while I fuck her in the missionary. Or variations thereof.”

“Okay,” said Trewin, slapping Michelle’s bottom as she squirmed involuntarily beneath the insistent probing of his thumb. “It all sounds a bit gymnastic for me. Do you mind if one of us fucks her at a time, while the other plays with her?”

“It’s your decision,” Cordwainer murmured. “Very well. Why don’t you start fucking her arse and I’ll take her mouth. She looks good on all fours, doesn’t she?”

“It’s her natural position,” said Trewin. “Little slut bitches need to stay on their knees, don’t they, slut?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Right, then. I’m going to get undressed and then you can prepare for an arseful of cock as well as a mouthful.”

The men shed their clothes, and Michelle waited. Usually they were more vocal than this, almost chatty in a self-conscious way with each other, but tonight the rules were different. Trewin was in charge, and Cordwainer would follow his lead. It felt unnatural to Michelle, but perhaps it was just something they were trying out for the sake of novelty. She pressed her palms into the duvet and hoped.

Trewin’s hands were first on her, holding her hips while the end of his cock began to push, gently at first, between her bottom cheeks. Then she saw Charles’s flat abdomen and revived cock beneath her nose and she bent obediently to take her third helping of spunk for the evening.

“Here,” said Cordwainer roughly, putting a large dildo down in front of her. “Fill your pussy with this. You need to have all your holes stuffed tonight.”

Michelle worked the dildo in underneath her, trying not to throw Trewin off his stride as he edged farther and farther into her back passage. The feeling of fullness caused her to moan over the head of Charles’s cock. She managed to find the on switch and flick it, feeling the waves of sensation pulse inside her pussy while her arsehole stretched to fit her new master’s length and girth. It began to hurt and she gyrated her hips, whimpering around the fat fullness in her mouth, but soon it was all the way in and Trewin’s cock tip pushed up against the head of the vibrator, making everything wobble and unravel inside her, turning her mind to mush. Oh, here she was, a dirty slut filled with cock and vibrations, Trewin’s stomach covering her bum and making the cane strokes sizzle with soreness. Here, at last, the intensity she always craved, making her forget herself and who she was and what she was outside the bedroom, making her this elemental creature of sex who just needed it constantly, needed so badly to be fucked into oblivion.

Charles possessed her mouth, thrusting urgently into her wailing throat, while Trewin began a slow, sliding up-down inside her arse. She wanted to ask for permission to come, but she couldn’t, so she came anyway, three times in total through a combination of the relentless vibrator and the feeling of utter submission and degradation. Trewin used her bum hard and then came all over her cheeks, hot splashes dripping along her welts while Charles withdrew from her mouth to decorate her breasts with pearly drops.

She remained in that position, the vibrator still humming inside her pussy, her bum and breasts sticky and cold and sore, waiting for permission to move.

But permission did not come, and she had to remain on her hands and knees, taking the vibrations and climaxing one more time while her masters sipped at schooners of sherry and talked business for half an hour.

When they were ready, Charles ordered her onto her back, removed the vibrator and fucked her pussy, holding her legs vertically in the air to stretch her as wide as possible until he was finally spent. Trewin moved in after him and repeated the process, pulling out shortly before orgasm to shower her stomach with his seed.

Trewin cuffed her to the bed and got in beside her then, while Cordwainer politely took his leave.

“You like artichokes, then?” he asked, shifting on his side to look at her face in the half-light.

“Of course I do, sir. They’re expensive, though. I only offer them to favoured guests.”

“I see. Well, I’d rather you didn’t offer them to me again. Good honest fare, that’s what I like.”

Good honest trans fats
, thought Michelle scornfully.
No wonder your trousers are so tight.

“Charles, I mean Mr. Cordwainer, likes them.”

“Never mind what he likes. He only pretends to be sophisticated anyway. At heart, he’s a plain man, like me.”

Nothing like you
.

“Do you really think so?”

“I know so. From the way he does business. Takes no prisoners, does our Mr. C.”

“He ought to get rid of his handcuffs, then.”

Trewin guffawed. “You’re a game lass, Michelle. I can see what he saw in you.”

Saw?

“Thank you, sir.”

“So, come on, then. How did you get mixed up with him? I bet that’s a good story.”

“It’s nothing glamorous. I was working in one of his guesthouses—the Ocean Breeze, do you know it? By the pier. Just a little B and B, nothing like this place. Of course, I was married at the time and my husband was the manager. I did the accounts, though, and ran the domestic side of things. Cooking breakfasts, making beds. That seemed to be all I did, day in, day out. And things were stale in the bedroom department—more than stale, to be honest.”

“Was he kinky?”

“No. He was barely up to the monthly shag. I think he was seeing someone else, actually. At least, he shacked up with some tart soon enough after I left him.”

“So you left him for Cordwainer?”

“I suppose so. Business started to drop off and the books weren’t balancing. I found out later that Jim had had his hands in the till but I couldn’t understand it at the time. If you know Mr. Cordwainer, you’ll also know that there’s nothing he likes less than losing money. He hauled me into his office for a private meeting about the finances.”

“Oh.” Trewin perked up, propping himself on an elbow. “What happened at the meeting?”

“Oh, that meeting.” Michelle shut her eyes for a moment, rapt in memory. “He gave me two options. One, Jim and I get out of the guesthouse and pay him back his money, or he goes to the police.”

Trewin snorted. “The police. Cordwainer. Right.”

“Well, I thought he was on the level. I didn’t know any better back then. Though he could’ve got one of his tame cops to put the frighteners on, I suppose. Anyway, the second option was more interesting.”

“I’ll bet.”

“The second option was that I pay him back…in kind.”

“And what did you think of that?”

“I have to admit, I’d always fancied him. Thought about him in bed at night while Jim snored next to me. I mean, he made it clear it would be a long-term debt and I wouldn’t be able to pay it with a one-off shag. I would be his mistress, basically, for as long as he wanted me.”

“So that was what you chose.”

“Yeah. That was what I chose. It was vanilla at first, just for a little while. I think Charles got off on thinking I wasn’t a willing partner, even though I was. I used to pretend I was angry and upset about it. I’m not sure why. Perhaps it made me feel like less of a whore. Perhaps because I knew it turned him on. Perhaps because it turned
me
on. After a couple of weeks, he worked out that I was getting just as much pleasure from the arrangement as he was. My orgasms couldn’t lie.”

“If you’re faking it, you should go on the stage,” commented Trewin.

“That’s when everything went up a level. He started spanking me and tying me up. I liked it. It went further and further. In the end, he insisted that I tell Jim. Because Jim was still on the rob, and Cordwainer knew it, he made Jim watch us at it. Poor old Jim had to sit there and watch Charles whip and fuck his wife, all night long. In the morning he was sent on his way with a broken jaw and the clothes he stood up in. I don’t think he’ll cross Charles again. I haven’t seen him since, just hear a bit of gossip here and there about him and his new floozy. I ought to file for divorce, really, but I kind of want to forget all about that part of my life.”

“You should get a divorce. I know a good lawyer. Sorted me out after Babs deserted us.”

Michelle sighed. “Maybe I will.”

“So how long ago was all that?”

“It’s been two years since the meeting. Two amazing years. Belonging to Charles has woken me up. I feel as if I was sleeping before I met him. Do you know what I mean? Did you always know you were kinky?”