Hot Sheets (36 page)

"A drainpipe?
Jesus Christ!"

"Yes, I
wanted... ah, God! I wanted to look at my cervix so I... God,
that's heavenly! I squatted over a mirror and shoved a piece of
drainpipe up my cunt and had a look at my cervix."

As if inspired
by the devil, Mike leapt over the bar and kicked Paul in the
bollocks. Groaning, the young man rolled onto his side, clinging to
the bar as he dragged his alcohol-sated body up. Focusing his
bloodshot eyes on Cecilia, her blatantly abused pussy, he rubbed
his aching head, turning and frowning at his boss.

"What
the..."

"Paul, you
piss-headed wanker!" Mike bellowed. "Go and get the video camera
from room eleven and set it up in here with the recorder. We're
going to make a dirty video of Cecilia masturbating with a
drainpipe."

"A drainpipe?"
the bemused barman echoed, gazing longingly at Cecilia's hairless,
taut cunny lips rolling along the wet bottle as she continued her
vaginal thrusting.

"Yes, a
drainpipe."

"We haven't
got a drainpipe."

"Have you no
initiative? Find a piece of drainpipe, for Christ's sake! Rip a
length off the wall outside."

"I once
managed to get a wine bottle up my bum!" Cecilia gasped.

"Bloody
brilliant!" Mike grinned. "This is going to be a really filthy
video. Christ, are we going to make some money! Go on, Paul, get a
camera and set it up in here. And remind me to tear your cock off
for your blatant lack of initiative!"

Chortling as Paul staggered into the foyer, Mike decided to
import Wendy to the bar, lay her naked body over the counter - and
shove a wine bottle up her arse! Slipping ever deeper into his pool
of sexual corruption, he imagined all the girls over the bar with
bottles advertising their bottom-holes.
Am
I going to make some money!

Grabbing the
wine bottle as Cecilia lay down with her legs hanging either side
of the bar, her sex centre blatantly exposed, Mike began his
vaginal thrusting. The bottle glistening with her copious cunt
milk, her clitoris forced from its pink bonnet, her naked body
rocked with the beautifully obscene pussy pummelling. Gasping, lost
in her sexual depravity, she massaged her exposed clitoris, rubbing
her sex nodule to fruition as Mike sucked her erect nipple into his
hot mouth.

"Coming!" she
finally cried, her lithe, glistening body shaking violently as her
orgasm welled from her contracting womb and exploded within her
throbbing clitoris. "God, my cunt! Ah, ah! Come... coming! Please,
don't stop! Ah, it's... it's beautiful!"

"I won't
stop," Mike grinned, gazing at her flushing face as he slipped her
sensitive nipple from his mouth.

Cecilia Squeezeasy was going to be a first-class porn star, he
mused, watching her sex milk oozing from her inflamed cunt. Two
cocks up her bum would be quite an arousing sight, he thought,
wondering whether it was possible.
Anything's possible with determination
.

Finishing the
woman off as Paul staggered into the bar with the video recorder
and a camera, Mike decided that Paul would operate the camera. He
and Dave would simultaneously fuck Cecilia's arse, both spunk into
her bowels while Paul captured the lewd scene on tape.

"How would I
position Cecilia so that Dave and I can both get our cocks up her
arse?" he asked Paul as the female sex fiend tossed her head from
side to side, gasping in her coming.

"Christ
knows!" Paul chuckled, holding his aching head. "I don't think
it'll be possible, Mike."

"She's had a
wine bottle up her bum before, so I don't see why she can't
accommodate two fucking great pricks!" Mike laughed, slipping the
bottle out of the woman's inflamed sex sheath and placing it on the
bar.

Lapping up her
cunt cream as Cecilia lay gasping, Mike peeled her fleshy vaginal
lips apart, exposing her inflamed inner flesh to his sweeping
tongue. Her clitoris swelling as she neared her second climax, she
gripped Mike's head, grinding her open cunt hard into his wet face.
Her orgasmic milk pouring in torrents from her inner nectaries, she
began to whimper, her breasts heaving, her smooth stomach
rhythmically rising and falling.

"God, I'm
coming again!" she cried in her depraved ecstasy.

"She's coming
again!" Paul chuckled, setting the equipment up.

"God, don't
stop! Keep licking my clit!"

"She doesn't
want you to stop, Mike. Keep licking her clit."

"Finger me,
finger my cunt!"

"Finger her
cunt, Mike."

"Shut up,
Paul!" Mike yelled, momentarily halting his clit licking.

"OK, I'll shut
up."

Slowing his
rhythmical tonguing, Mike brought out the last ripples of sex from
Cecilia's pleasure button. Bending and twisting his fingers within
her hot, creamy cunt, he brought her gently down from her sexual
heaven. Finally stilling her trembling body, she lay with her eyes
closed, her pretty mouth open, her abused cunt inflamed. She was
ready for anything now, Mike knew, slipping his fingers out of her
drenched vagina and sitting her up.

Manoeuvring
her perspiring body, he managed to lay her face-down over the bar
with her spread legs hanging down one side and her head the other -
her delectable bottom-hole exposed, her wet cunt lips bloating
between her thighs. Nodding at Paul, indicating for him to start
recording the obscenities, Mike grabbed the slippery wine bottle
and parted the gasping woman's taut buttocks.

"Ah, God!"
Cecilia cried as she sensed the thick end of the bottle between her
buttocks. "You'll have to use Vaseline!"

"I haven't got
any," Mike replied, wondering what to use as a lubricant. "I know,
how about some Baileys? That's nice and creamy," he grinned,
leaping behind the bar.

Taking the
enticing liqueur from the shelf, he unscrewed the cap and
positioned himself by Cecilia's rounded buttocks, pressing the thin
end of the bottle against her brown ring. The creamy liquid
covering her delicate anal flesh, he slipped the bottle into her
tight rectal canal, the liquid decanting, filling her bowels.

"Oh, it's
cold!" Cecilia gasped as the bottle drained. "Oh, it's... it's
heavenly!"

"Right, now
for the thick end of the wine bottle!" Mike chuckled, slipping the
Baileys out. Grabbing the wine bottle, he glanced at Paul. "Here
goes!"

Her sphincter
muscles stretching to capacity as he pushed and twisted the bottle,
he gasped as the huge phallus suddenly sank into her tight duct as
if being sucked in. Her delicate brown tissue incredibly taut,
gripping the cunny-wet bottle, her buttocks obscenely splayed, Paul
focused the camera on the crudity. The video recorder running, Mike
stood back, holding the woman's buttocks wide apart as Paul panned
in, capturing the anal abuse on tape.

"My cunt!"
Cecilia gasped, projecting her buttocks, exposing the dripping
portal to her neglected vagina. "Another bottle! I want
another..."

"You want one
up your cunt as well?" Mike asked incredulously.

"Yes, I've
done it before."

"Anything you
say!" he chuckled, taking another bottle from the shelf.

Parting her
wet vaginal lips with his fingers, Mike slipped the neck of the
bottle into her tight cunt. "The other end!" Cecilia ordered him,
jutting her buttocks out further. Complying with her incredible
request, Mike was sure that he'd not be able to slip the monster
phallus into her cunt. "Yes, that's it! Push!" she cried as he
pressed the bottle against her engorged inner flesh. "Push!"

The bottle
suddenly gliding into her sex duct, Mike's eyes widened. Gazing at
her distended cunt lips, her delicate brown ring taut around the
other bottle, he could hardly believe that he'd achieved the
incredible feat. Widegroin was going to endure the same sexual
abuse, he decided as Paul moved closer to the degrading spectacle.
Kneeling as Cecilia opened her legs further, Paul focused on her
clitoris, crudely forced from its hide, unkindly exposed.

"Shit, who's
that?" Mike breathed as the doorbell rang. "Don't go away, Cecilia,
I'll be back in a minute." Dashing to the foyer, he opened the main
doors, shocked to see the Reverend Hardick standing on the step.
"Oh, Father! Er... how can I help you?"

"I... I was
wondering whether it would be possible for me to..."

"Yes, yes of
course - come in," Mike invited the cleric, closing the door as he
stepped into the foyer. "As it happens, you've called at just the
right time. Come through to the bar."

The man of
God's eyes almost popping out of his head as he gazed at the
bottles emerging from Cecilia's rudely bloated sex holes, he held
his hand to his mouth. Grinning, Mike decided to have Paul record
the priest's inevitable sin, his obscene anal shafting, his
forbidden spunking. Gently slipping the bottle out of the woman's
bottom-hole, he watched the delicate brown tissue slowly shrink, as
if defending the fortress to her illicit castle, her secret
dungeon. Her arsehole bared, remaining open, he suggested that the
cleric slip his unholy wick into her snug candleholder.

"I want to be
alone with her," the priest confessed, his face reddening as his
penis stiffened, tenting his cassock.

"No, we're
staying," Mike asserted. "Go on, do her arse! She's got a bum full
of Baileys, nice and creamy, ready for your cock."

"Well, I... I
don't know that I want an audience."

"Can you deny
yourself the pleasure of her bum?" Mike tempted, parting Cecilia's
feminine buttocks. "Look, her cunt lips are stretched round a wine
bottle and her bum's neglected, dying for your cock. Go on, really
give it to her."

"Yes, please,
give it to me!" Cecilia begged, projecting her buttocks, offering
her inflamed anal entrance for the priest's communion as the creamy
anointment dribbled from her overflowing chalice.

Lifting his
cassock, the cleric took his rock-hard organ in his hand and stood
behind the sacrificial lamb. Pressing his purple knob against her
open hole, he drove his shaft deep into her rectal duct, his balls
resting on the bottle emerging from her bloated cuntal sheath.
Gasping as he withdrew his fleshpole, he drove into her again, his
belly slapping her taut buttocks, jolting her quivering body.

Again
wondering how to position Cecilia for a double bum fucking as Paul
focused the camera on the priest's thrusting cock, Mike moved
behind the bar and stood before the woman's lowered head. Whipping
his erect penis out as she lifted her flushed face, he offered his
swollen knob to her gasping mouth. Eagerly taking his silky plum
between her wet lips, she began her fervent sucking, desperate for
his spunk to gush from his slit and fill her cheeks.

Rocking his
hips back and forth, fucking Cecilia's delectable mouth as the
priest shafted her tight bottom-hole, Mike closed his eyes. His
sperm rising, his glans swelling, throbbing, he gasped as his jism
shot to the back of Cecilia's throat. The priest groaning as he
loosed his unholy spunk, filling the woman's tight sanctum, Cecilia
swallowed hard, shuddering in the grip of her own coming. The lewd
three-way coupling taking the woman to hitherto unknown heights of
pure sexual bliss, she ran her tongue over Mike's silky-smooth
knob, drinking from his fountainhead as her anal duct oozed with
the cleric's blasphemous offering.

Capturing the
obscenities on video tape, Paul sensed his penis stiffen, yearning
for a hot, wet orifice to thrust into. Perhaps he'd slip the wine
bottle out of Cecilia's stretched cunt and thrust his cock into her
sex duct after the priest had finished abusing her bottom-hole, he
speculated. Focusing on the woman's taut brown ring as the unholy
organ glided in and out of her arse, he decided to suggest to Mike
that she receive a damned good thrashing. Anal sex, bottle sex and
a buttock caning would ensure that the tapes sold like hot
cakes!

"God, that was
good!" Mike gasped, massaging his veined shaft, squeezing the last
of his spunk into Cecilia's thirsty mouth. "How was it for you,
Father?"

"Heavenly!"
the man breathed as he slowly slipped his member out of the woman's
baptized bottom sheath. "Goodness me, that really was heaven!"

"Take the
bottle out now," Cecilia murmured as her vaginal muscles spasmed,
painfully gripping the massive phallus.

Slipping the
wine bottle out of her abused cuntal duct, the priest stood back,
lowering his cassock as he gazed at her gaping lust holes. What his
next sermon would be about, he had no idea! The pleasures of the
flesh? Yes, pleasures of the anal flesh! Wondering why the
beautiful act of anal fucking was frowned upon, he silently prayed
for forgiveness.

"Well, Father,
you've had your fun," Mike smiled, zipping his trousers and helping
Cecilia off the bar.

"Yes, indeed I
have! Er... how much do I owe you?"

"Fifty pounds,
please."

"Right," the
priest grinned, taking the money from his top pocket and passing
the notes over. "I'll come again. Oh, er, excuse the pun!"

"Yes, please
do, Father. Come as often as you want to! What about your friends?
You said that they might like to have some fun."

"Yes, I've
told them about... about your sideline. No doubt they'll be in
touch. Well, thank you for having me, as they say," he smiled,
winking at Cecilia as she leaned for support on the bar, swaying on
her trembling legs.

"Any time,
Father!" she panted. "Any time!"

"Well, I'll
see myself out. Thank you once again."

Waiting until
the priest had disappeared, Mike stuffed the cash into his trouser
pocket. What with the girls earning him eight hundred pounds on the
top floor, things were definitely looking up! he thought happily.
Leaving Cecilia to recover from her beautiful sexual abuse, he
dashed into the foyer as the phone rang.