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Attached is the first 2 chapters of a book I am currently writing called
'I, Suzanne'.
These chapters, indeed most of the book's chapters, can stand alone as
interesting stories. I warn that the writing contains stories of a
sexually explicit nature so if you are under the age of 18 go off and
read something else!
"I, Suzanne."
I sat on the broad sill of the first floor window, my, arms wrapped
around my right knee, my chin resting on the knee. I was nude except for
the flimsy gown I had thrown over my shoulders when I kissed him
goodbye.
I lifted my head as I heard the large door close beneath me and with the
edge of my hand widened the hole in the condensation on the inside of
the window. The movement must have caught his eye because he turned his
head and smiled and waved as he strode to his car. At the sight of his
face my pussy spasmed and deposited a glob of creamy liquid on the
polished surface of the sill. " God!", I thought, "He really turns me
on."
The BMW's engine caught immediately and he backed away from the stone
steps where he had left the car the night before and drove slowly down
the drive. It had rained during the night and the dead leaves of a
cottonwood had stuck to the car giving it quite a bizarre appearance.
I gazed down the front of my body at the little puddle beneath my
ginger-blonde pubic hair and giggled to myself and then, with the edge
of my left hand, scraped it up and rubbed it over my naked breasts and
belly. "I really stink of sex," I thought. I inhaled deeply , smelling
my own familiar juices , my 'Passion' perfume, now a brief ghost of its
last night's application under my breasts and behind my knees, a trace
of Alan's 'Aramis' after-shave and the strong smell of his semen, since
smeared and dried across my breasts.
Perhaps, dear Reader, I should introduce myself. My name is Suzanne. I
am thirty five years of age and a widow. My husband, who died 2 years
ago, was extremely wealthy and, indeed, I am Chairman of the Board of
the Company he left me. I was his Director of Personnel when he asked
me to marry him. Equipped with a degree in Psychology and by using well
researched profiles of my staff I was able to both employ, and later
enroll, certain members into a very discreet and exclusive group.
We are hedonists. There are about fifteen of us at present, of which
about two thirds of us are women. I think most of us are like me; I love
men best but still can be attracted to a pretty female. We have been
meeting for years. Numbers have risen and fallen . Some have moved away,
others have married and started families, still others have found other
interests. But the most important thing is that the confidentiality has
always been maintained. This is most essential as there are business
competitors who would really relish getting hold of such information.
Most of us are between 25 and 35. Perhaps I can describe myself. I am
about five seven tall, medium build but athletic. My breasts are one of
my best features, medium in size but with large coral-coloured nipples.
My hair is strawberry-blonde.
Alan is my most favoured partner. He is also widowed, my Director of
Marketing and a great lover.
Last night had been quite a night.
Alan and I had eaten briefly in a small Italian only a short drive away
and had hurried, running up the front steps laughing like school-kids,
tearing off our clothes as we headed for the bedroom. I switched on the
floodlights focusing on the huge king-sized bed, Kicked off my silk
French knickers and knelt across to switch on the video cameras. Two
muscular hands gripped my hips and I felt, briefly, the firmness of his
prick before it plunged into me, impaling me and causing an involuntary
scream. My body was ready for him, my cunt slick and wet with my
lubricating juices.
I wriggled my knees, getting myself comfortable to receive the
hammer-like blows of his thrusts and starting to contribute something
myself. I glanced down between my legs at his muscular thighs and his
tense round balls.
He was very urgent tonight. I was quickly turned over to my back and
raised my head to watch him re-insert his prick. It was big. No longer
than average, but very thick and with an upward bend and I felt again
the exquisite pleasure as it penetrated me, stretching my vaginal walls.
This was what I loved best in life! A healthy man holding me tightly and
fucking me wildly. Let others seek their pleasures in art and music;
mine were in more carnal pursuits! I had the money, any amount of it, to
indulge my pleasures and I did just that. I particularly loved the
visual side of sex - the clutchings and the thrustings of bodies, the
sweat and the passion, the ecstasy and pleasure on partners' faces, the
moanings and cries of lust. "Perhaps I'm a 'voyeuse'", I once mused.
Certainly, I loved observing the sex act, both my own and other
peoples'. That was the reason for the bright lights and the video
cameras over my bed and in other rooms in the house.
Alan was leaning over me now, taking his weight on his forearms, moving
his hips in a circular motion. I screamed in pleasure, bringing my knees
higher as his cock moved in new areas inside my cunt.
Then he whispered to me, "Don't look now, but we have company."
Still fucking, I raised my head carefully and looked in the big mirror
on the wall. It was difficult to see into the darkness from the centre
of the floodlights, but I could see a white face over two white legs
with a hand moving between the thighs. It was Moira, my new maid.
"It's Moira," I whispered to Alan, "She's watching us and diddling
herself." I moaned again as my partner started thrusting deeply.
"Let's give her a big finish then, shall we?"
I nodded, not really caring, as the big tool worked on inside me. We
were by the side of the bed with Alan's feet actually on the floor. With
a loud grunt he withdrew and stood up in one motion.
"What a magnificent sight!" I thought. He stood there, his glorious body
glistening with sweat, his abdominus muscles like a washboard above his
hand around his huge prick. His body was arched backwards as his hand
worked on the thick weapon, his face contorted with effort. Then he
grunted again, loudly. A huge jet of white spunk shot from his tool. The
stream arched into the air and, to me, seemed to hang there for ages in
a milky arc before splattering over my breasts and belly. Even though I
was expecting it, the sudden splash of the warm fluid on me made me
climax and I screamed. At the same time there was an involuntary cry
from the doorway.
Alan, his hand still on his cock , commanded ,"Moira! Come here!" His
voice boomed in the big room.
The figure in the doorway moved slowly and hesitantly across the room
and into the circle of light. She was tall and beautiful with a thick
mop of dark curly hair, but at the moment her dark blue eyes were
fearful. She stood in front of us both, Alan now sitting on the bed, and
a deep pink blush extended over her face and down her white neck.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," she said, "but I heard you scream a while ago and I
thought you might be in trouble. And then I saw the reason and I got
carried away myself. I really am sorry."
"That's no excuse," said Alan sternly, "You will have to be punished.
Take off your nightgown!"
At that she looked terrified. She looked at me. I nodded and said "Yes.
Do as you are told." I felt a sudden desire to see what the body was
like under the black gown.
Slowly the maid lifted her hands to her shoulders and tugged at the
shoestring straps. It was quite dramatic. The gown collapsed in a black
pool around her feet. She left her arms in the same position after
undoing her straps and they demurely covered her breasts.
"Put your hands down, Moira." Alan ordered.
Her hands moved to her sides, fists clenched in fear. Both Alan and I
were momentarily speechless. Her body was flawless, her skin milk-white.
Her breasts were not large but classically shaped. I noted that besides
the nipples being swollen and extended so was the aureolae they swelled
from. My pussy twitched as I thought what a beautiful mouthful each
breast would provide. The legs were long with beautifully muscled thighs
and calves and slim ankles. Her pubic hair was just a small dark tuft.
Alan, with an effort, and, in a stern voice, said, "You must be punished
for your misdemeanor. Come here , across my knees . You are going to be
spanked!" He grasped the girl's wrist and pulled her to him, her body
across his knees. She struggled and kicked and kicked and then squealed
as the muscular hand came down on the pristine splendour of her
buttocks. A red imprint of Alan's hand immediately appeared on the firm
white flesh and he momentarily hesitated. However, a nod and a grin from
me made him continue.
Moira screamed and cried squirming her buttocks around, almost sliding
off his knees, but still the loud slaps continued.
At last the man tired. "Stand up, Moira." The girl stood, sobbing, in
front of us. "That is enough for the moment. You can go!"
The girl bent and picked up her nightgown, her backside a bright red,
and disappeared out the door.
"Wow, is my hand sore!" Alan examined his right palm which was also
bright red.
I was a little perturbed. "I hope you weren't too rough with her. I do
like her and she is shaping up to being an excellent employee. You did
seem to go on a bit long with the spanking."
"Suzanne, you weren't very observant! The little minx was having a ball!
She loves to be spanked. She was writhing her hot little twat all over
my right knee all through the so-called punishment. Look!"
His right knee was glistening with juices.
"At the same time, she was rubbing her breasts all over my thighs and I
would say, at a rough count, she was having one orgasm for every two
slaps toward the finish! No, she has been well spanked before and
obviously gets off on it, too!"
He looked at the surprise on my face and grinned. "You women are not all
the same, you know. Thank God."
We turned out the lights, both completely exhausted. The last I remember
was the man's warm hard body cuddling up to my back. We slept.
Moira.
"Yes, ma'am. Mr Forbes is quite right. I do love being spanked and I do
have lovely big orgasms while it happens."
It was later that morning.
I had rung the Irish girl's room as soon as Alan had left, more to
reassure the girl that neither I nor my partner were really offended at
her watching.
Moira was already at her ease, her eyes bright and her face smiling. It
was her day off and she had just returned from her morning jog. She was
still wearing shorts and a cotton tee shirt and her joggers, with a
bright green head-band holding back her mass of curls. She exuded health
and vitality. She grinned a pixie-like smile. "I felt underneath that it
really was just a charade so I played along. It was really lovely. My
tears were genuine though. Mr Forbes has a heavy hand."
I had invited her to my room for coffee and my first chance for a really
good conversation with the beautiful Irish girl. We lay across the huge
bed , chattering and giggling at what had transpired the night before.
"Tell me about yourself," I said, "All about yourself. When did you find
you love being spanked?"
"It was my Sean," she replied. Her voice was soft, her brogue pronounced
but gentle. Momentarily, her deep blue eyes clouded. "He was my husband,
well, at least I thought he was, but it turned out he also had a wife in
County Clare and one in Waterford. The Irish courts take a dim view of
polygamy and though all three of us spoke for him at the trial, he got
four years."
She hesitated, memories obviously flooding back.
"He was a lovely man. He was a salesman who travelled around Ireland
selling steel products, mainly to architects and engineers. That gave
him the excuse for being away from home for so long from each of us,
while spending time with the others. We "wives" compared notes after the
trial - we all became good friends - and everyone reported how fantastic
he was in bed."
The smile was back now.
"My job at the University was in research and I could work at my own
pace. While he was gone I would work nights so that I had no compunction
in taking two or three days off when he came home. What days they were!
We would stay in bed for days on end fucking, occasionally going out at
night to a restaurant to eat, then running home to jump into bed and
fuck some more."
"What was he like? Was he a big man?"
"No. He stood about 5'8" which is about an inch shorter than me. He was
about Mr Forbes build but more sinewy. His prick was long and had an
upward curve when it was hard and, oh, he knew how to use it! My pussy
is doing flip-flops just thinking about it again. But he taught me
everything. Some things I used to be hesitant at first, my Catholic
upbringing, I suppose, but then I grew to follow his credo "If it feels
nice, do it."
"My sort of girl!" I thought to myself.
"He used to spank me often and I'd go through the play-acting - begging
for mercy, wriggling and screaming and crying - but enjoying every
minute of it. Yes, Mr Forbes picked it. He's a very intuitive man."
She had been lying on the bed, hands behind her head, while she
reminisced. Now she sprang and said, "I'm still sweaty. I must go and
have a shower."
"Use my bathroom," I said, indicating the ensuite door. "You can use one
of my gowns." I felt a vague stirring in my loins at the thought of
seeing my maid nude again.
I moved around the room again tidying, smoothing the fresh sheets with
which I had remade the bed, replacing last night's stained and semen
-spotted ones. Black satin did show the cum marks but provided the
perfect background for the videos, with the white bodies contrasting
against the colour of the material.
I checked the four video cameras, taking out the cassettes and replacing
them with fresh ones. I smiled to myself, wondering if the girl in the
shower would like to see herself being spanked.
I would take the tapes to my little editing room later, play them all
and edit the best views and action onto one tape. I was building quite
an erotic library with those tapes My partners, both male and female,
always enjoyed watching them and they always provided a spur to further
libidinous activities.
The tall brunette, curly ringlets now framing her heart-shaped face,
stepped back into the room wearing a light see-through gown of mine.
"I have a confession to make. I came across your video room one day when
you were away interstate, and I had a look at a lot of the video tapes,
showing you with your partners, both the males and the females."
She looked directly at me, one eyebrow raised quizzically.
"Yes, it is no secret among my friends that I love male cocks, but that
I also enjoy love-making with attractive women."
I felt a small twinge of annoyance that the privacy of my collection had
been invaded.
"I got terribly excited," said the maid. "When I finished my work for
the day I showered and put on a gown and came back to the room and
played a lot of the tapes through. I was masturbating madly. I've never
had any contact with another woman, sexually that is, and at first I
found the images of two women making love disturbing, but then I found
myself getting very aroused, particularly with the video of you and that
short blonde lady."
'That would be Connie," I thought. "The hot little Constance, with a
rapacious sexual appetite and an inclination to play to the cameras."
The younger woman moved closer to me. Her gaze was very direct, her
voice very soft.
"Would you show me?" Her gown fell open.
I felt a shock. "Good God! Who was seducing who?" I thought.
I stood up and faced the girl. God, she was beautiful! "Of course," I
said and took her in my arms.
Moira responded and our lips met. I felt the familiar surge in my
genitals as the maid's tongue invaded my mouth, spearing in and around
inside it. I responded in the same way.
We stepped away briefly from each other and our gowns fell to the floor
before we resumed our embrace, this time with me taking the initiative.
I turned the brunette and we fell across the bed still locked together.
Moira was going crazy. Her hands were running all over my body,
touching, rubbing, squeezing. It was very obvious it had been a long
time since she had had any sexual contact with anyone.
At last I was able to calm her down. I pushed her into the desired
position on the bed then opened the beautiful white legs as I knelt on
the floor between them. Her legs were perfect, the colour of alabaster,
firm and muscular. There was not a hair to be seen anywhere. She was
apparently one of those lucky women who never had to shave or wax. Her
pussy was totally devoid of hair. Except for the small tuft on her mons
the organ was nude. I moved my face closer.
I first began with light kisses and caresses around the insides of the
thighs, each time stopping short of contact with the labia, which by now
were swollen and open and starting to twitch. Little puddles of vaginal
lubricant lay in the folds of the lips. The girl was getting very hot
indeed!
I breathed in deeply - the smell was of scented soap mixed with the
heady musky scent of the girl's hungry cunt.
I gently blew on the engorged lips and the girl moaned loudly and
endeavoured to press to my face.
I held her head back then resumed the kissing and licking of her thighs,
working my way to the now-opening organ.
I gently pulled aside the labia and the girl's clitoris appeared,
glistening like a small pearl.
Leaning forward, I flicked the little button with my tongue. Moira
jumped and squealed and her juices poured out around the lips.
This was what I loved. I now muzzled the entire cunt with my mouth,
drinking my lover's juices, my cheeks, mouth and nose covered with the
girl's secretions.
I then stood up and leant over Moira's body face to face.
The girl seized my head in her hands and began to kiss and suck and lick
the juices from my face.
We then went into a long session of deep tongue kissing. I could feel my
left leg clamped between Moira's and the girl's slippery wet cunt
masturbating against my thigh. With an effort, I pushed myself away and
sat back.
"Now it's your turn to work on me."
I leaned back against the bed-head and held my legs apart, knees bent,
so that Moira could have best access to my love-hole.
"Now, not too fast. Remember how I did it. Always remember -
anticipation of what is going to happen is the greatest stimulant."
I gasped as the girl started working on my pussy. "She's a natural," I
thought. "How convenient it is going to be having someone this good so
close to hand."
Gradually I lead the Irish girl through all the intricacies of female
lovemaking - feeling many times the glorious sudden kicks of orgasms and
knowing my partner was climaxing many times herself.
"Now I'm going to show you the best way to finish a fuck session with a
woman," I said. "It's best towards the end when both our cunts are wet
and swollen."
I laid Moira on her back, slightly on her left side and raised the
girl's shapely right leg, knee slightly bent. Then, on my knees, I slid
my right knee under the raised thigh and straddled the girl's left leg.
Our pussies were together.
Slowly at first, I started to rub my cunt over the girl's. My organ was
streaming juice as was the younger woman's.
"Oh, God," I thought, "This is perfect."
We clung to each other, screaming and moaning as our cunts ground at
each other's, the slurping, squishing sounds driving us on to even
greater delirious action.
Eventually, we both climaxed again, this time together, and collapsed in
each other's arms.
"I, Suzanne."
I sat on the broad sill of the first floor window, my arms wrapped
around my right knee, my chin resting on the knee. I was nude except for
the flimsy gown I had thrown over my shoulders when I kissed him
goodbye.
I lifted my head as I heard the large door close beneath me and with the
edge of my hand widened the hole in the condensation on the inside of
the window. The movement must have caught his eye because he turned his
head and smiled and waved as he strode to his car. At the sight of his
face my pussy spasmed and deposited a glob of creamy liquid on the
polished surface of the sill. " God!", I thought, "He really turns me
on."
The BMW's engine caught immediately and he backed away from the stone
steps where he had left the car the night before and drove slowly down
the drive. It had rained during the night and the dead leaves of a
cottonwood had stuck to the car giving it quite a bizarre appearance.
I gazed down the front of my body at the little puddle beneath my
ginger-blonde pubic hair and giggled to myself and then, with the edge
of my left hand, scraped it up and rubbed it over my naked breasts and
belly. "I really stink of sex," I thought. I inhaled deeply , smelling
my own familiar juices , my 'Passion' perfume, now a brief ghost of its
last night's application under my breasts and behind my knees, a trace
of Alan's 'Aramis' after-shave and the strong smell of his semen, since
smeared and dried across my breasts.
Perhaps, dear Reader, I should introduce myself. My name is Suzanne. I
am thirty five years of age and a widow. My husband, who died 2 years
ago, was extremely wealthy and, indeed, I am Chairman of the Board of
the Company he left me. I was his Director of Personnel when he asked
me to marry him. Equipped with a degree in Psychology and by using well
researched profiles of my staff I was able to both employ, and later
enroll, certain members into a very discreet and exclusive group.
We are hedonists. There are about fifteen of us at present, of which
about two thirds of us are women. I think most of us are like me; I love
men best but still can be attracted to a pretty female. We have been
meeting for years. Numbers have risen and fallen . Some have moved away,
others have married and started families, still others have found other
interests. But the most important thing is that the confidentiality has
always been maintained. This is most essential as there are business
competitors who would really relish getting hold of such information.
Most of us are between 25 and 35. Perhaps I can describe myself. I am
about five seven tall, medium build but athletic. My breasts are one of
my best features, medium in size but with large coral-coloured nipples.
My hair is strawberry-blonde.
Alan is my most favoured partner. He is also widowed, my Director of
Marketing and a great lover.
Last night had been quite a night.
Alan and I had eaten briefly in a small Italian only a short drive away
and had hurried, running up the front steps laughing like school-kids,
tearing off our clothes as we headed for the bedroom. I switched on the
floodlights focusing on the huge king-sized bed, Kicked off my silk
French knickers and knelt across to switch on the video cameras. Two
muscular hands gripped my hips and I felt, briefly, the firmness of his
prick before it plunged into me, impaling me and causing an involuntary
scream. My body was ready for him, my cunt slick and wet with my
lubricating juices.
I wriggled my knees, getting myself comfortable to receive the
hammer-like blows of his thrusts and starting to contribute something
myself. I glanced down between my legs at his muscular thighs and his
tense round balls.
He was very urgent tonight. I was quickly turned over to my back and
raised my head to watch him re-insert his prick. It was big. No longer
than average, but very thick and with an upward bend and I felt again
the exquisite pleasure as it penetrated me, stretching my vaginal walls.
This was what I loved best in life! A healthy man holding me tightly and
fucking me wildly. Let others seek their pleasures in art and music;
mine were in more carnal pursuits! I had the money, any amount of it, to
indulge my pleasures and I did just that. I particularly loved the
visual side of sex - the clutchings and the thrustings of bodies, the
sweat and the passion, the ecstasy and pleasure on partners' faces, the
moanings and cries of lust. "Perhaps I'm a 'voyeuse'", I once mused.
Certainly, I loved observing the sex act, both my own and other
peoples'. That was the reason for the bright lights and the video
cameras over my bed and in other rooms in the house.
Alan was leaning over me now, taking his weight on his forearms, moving
his hips in a circular motion. I screamed in pleasure, bringing my knees
higher as his cock moved in new areas inside my cunt.
Then he whispered to me, "Don't look now, but we have company."
Still fucking, I raised my head carefully and looked in the big mirror
on the wall. It was difficult to see into the darkness from the centre
of the floodlights, but I could see a white face over two white legs
with a hand moving between the thighs. It was Moira, my new maid.
"It's Moira," I whispered to Alan, "She's watching us and diddling
herself." I moaned again as my partner started thrusting deeply.
"Let's give her a big finish then, shall we?"
I nodded, not really caring, as the big tool worked on inside me. We
were by the side of the bed with Alan's feet actually on the floor. With
a loud grunt he withdrew and stood up in one motion.
"What a magnificent sight!" I thought. He stood there, his glorious body
glistening with sweat, his abdominus muscles like a washboard above his
hand around his huge prick. His body was arched backwards as his hand
worked on the thick weapon, his face contorted with effort. Then he
grunted again, loudly. A huge jet of white spunk shot from his tool. The
stream arched into the air and, to me, seemed to hang there for ages in
a milky arc before splattering over my breasts and belly. Even though I
was expecting it, the sudden splash of the warm fluid on me made me
climax and I screamed. At the same time there was an involuntary cry
from the doorway.
Alan, his hand still on his cock , commanded ,"Moira! Come here!" His
voice boomed in the big room.
The figure in the doorway moved slowly and hesitantly across the room
and into the circle of light. She was tall and beautiful with a thick
mop of dark curly hair, but at the moment her dark blue eyes were
fearful. She stood in front of us both, Alan now sitting on the bed, and
a deep pink blush extended over her face and down her white neck.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," she said, "but I heard you scream a while ago and I
thought you might be in trouble. And then I saw the reason and I got
carried away myself. I really am sorry."
"That's no excuse," said Alan sternly, "You will have to be punished.
Take off your nightgown!"
At that she looked terrified. She looked at me. I nodded and said "Yes.
Do as you are told." I felt a sudden desire to see what the body was
like under the black gown.
Slowly the maid lifted her hands to her shoulders and tugged at the
shoestring straps. It was quite dramatic. The gown collapsed in a black
pool around her feet. She left her arms in the same position after
undoing her straps and they demurely covered her breasts.
"Put your hands down, Moira." Alan ordered.
Her hands moved to her sides, fists clenched in fear. Both Alan and I
were momentarily speechless. Her body was flawless, her skin milk-white.
Her breasts were not large but classically shaped. I noted that besides
the nipples being swollen and extended so was the aureolae they swelled
from. My pussy twitched as I thought what a beautiful mouthful each
breast would provide. The legs were long with beautifully muscled thighs
and calves and slim ankles. Her pubic hair was just a small dark tuft.
Alan, with an effort, and, in a stern voice, said, "You must be punished
for your misdemeanor. Come here , across my knees . You are going to be
spanked!" He grasped the girl's wrist and pulled her to him, her body
across his knees. She struggled and kicked and kicked and then squealed
as the muscular hand came down on the pristine splendour of her
buttocks. A red imprint of Alan's hand immediately appeared on the firm
white flesh and he momentarily hesitated. However, a nod and a grin from
me made him continue.
Moira screamed and cried squirming her buttocks around, almost sliding
off his knees, but still the loud slaps continued.
At last the man tired. "Stand up, Moira." The girl stood, sobbing, in
front of us. "That is enough for the moment. You can go!"
The girl bent and picked up her nightgown, her backside a bright red,
and disappeared out the door.
"Wow, is my hand sore!" Alan examined his right palm which was also
bright red.
I was a little perturbed. "I hope you weren't too rough with her. I do
like her and she is shaping up to being an excellent employee. You did
seem to go on a bit long with the spanking."
"Suzanne, you weren't very observant! The little minx was having a ball!
She loves to be spanked. She was writhing her hot little twat all over
my right knee all through the so-called punishment. Look!"
His right knee was glistening with juices.
"At the same time, she was rubbing her breasts all over my thighs and I
would say, at a rough count, she was having one orgasm for every two
slaps toward the finish! No, she has been well spanked before and
obviously gets off on it, too!"
He looked at the surprise on my face and grinned. "You women are not all
the same, you know. Thank God."
We turned out the lights, both completely exhausted. The last I remember
was the man's warm hard body cuddling up to my back. We slept.
Moira.
"Yes, ma'am. Mr Forbes is quite right. I do love being spanked and I do
have lovely big orgasms while it happens."
It was later that morning.
I had rung the Irish girl's room as soon as Alan had left, more to
reassure the girl that neither I nor my partner were really offended at
her watching.
Moira was already at her ease, her eyes bright and her face smiling. It
was her day off and she had just returned from her morning jog. She was
still wearing shorts and a cotton tee shirt and her joggers, with a
bright green head-band holding back her mass of curls. She exuded health
and vitality. She grinned a pixie-like smile. "I felt underneath that it
really was just a charade so I played along. It was really lovely. My
tears were genuine though. Mr Forbes has a heavy hand."
I had invited her to my room for coffee and my first chance for a really
good conversation with the beautiful Irish girl. We lay across the huge
bed , chattering and giggling at what had transpired the night before.
"Tell me about yourself," I said, "All about yourself. When did you find
you love being spanked?"
"It was my Sean," she replied. Her voice was soft, her brogue pronounced
but gentle. Momentarily, her deep blue eyes clouded. "He was my husband,
well, at least I thought he was, but it turned out he also had a wife in
County Clare and one in Waterford. The Irish courts take a dim view of
polygamy and though all three of us spoke for him at the trial, he got
four years."
She hesitated, memories obviously flooding back.
"He was a lovely man. He was a salesman who travelled around Ireland
selling steel products, mainly to architects and engineers. That gave
him the excuse for being away from home for so long from each of us,
while spending time with the others. We "wives" compared notes after the
trial - we all became good friends - and everyone reported how fantastic
he was in bed."
The smile was back now.
"My job at the University was in research and I could work at my own
pace. While he was gone I would work nights so that I had no compunction
in taking two or three days off when he came home. What days they were!
We would stay in bed for days on end fucking, occasionally going out at
night to a restaurant to eat, then running home to jump into bed and
fuck some more."
"What was he like? Was he a big man?"
"No. He stood about 5'8" which is about an inch shorter than me. He was
about Mr Forbes build but more sinewy. His prick was long and had an
upward curve when it was hard and, oh, he knew how to use it! My pussy
is doing flip-flops just thinking about it again. But he taught me
everything. Some things I used to be hesitant at first, my Catholic
upbringing, I suppose, but then I grew to follow his credo "If it feels
nice, do it."
"My sort of girl!" I thought to myself.
"He used to spank me often and I'd go through the play-acting - begging
for mercy, wriggling and screaming and crying - but enjoying every
minute of it. Yes, Mr Forbes picked it. He's a very intuitive man."
She had been lying on the bed, hands behind her head, while she
reminisced. Now she sprang and said, "I'm still sweaty. I must go and
have a shower."
"Use my bathroom," I said, indicating the ensuite door. "You can use one
of my gowns." I felt a vague stirring in my loins at the thought of
seeing my maid nude again.
I moved around the room again tidying, smoothing the fresh sheets with
which I had remade the bed, replacing last night's stained and semen
-spotted ones. Black satin did show the cum marks but provided the
perfect background for the videos, with the white bodies contrasting
against the colour of the material.
I checked the four video cameras, taking out the cassettes and replacing
them with fresh ones. I smiled to myself, wondering if the girl in the
shower would like to see herself being spanked.
I would take the tapes to my little editing room later, play them all
and edit the best views and action onto one tape. I was building quite
an erotic library with those tapes My partners, both male and female,
always enjoyed watching them and they always provided a spur to further
libidinous activities.
The tall brunette, curly ringlets now framing her heart-shaped face,
stepped back into the room wearing a light see-through gown of mine.
"I have a confession to make. I came across your video room one day when
you were away interstate, and I had a look at a lot of the video tapes,
showing you with your partners, both the males and the females."
She looked directly at me, one eyebrow raised quizzically.
"Yes, it is no secret among my friends that I love male cocks, but that
I also enjoy love-making with attractive women."
I felt a small twinge of annoyance that the privacy of my collection had
been invaded.
"I got terribly excited," said the maid. "When I finished my work for
the day I showered and put on a gown and came back to the room and
played a lot of the tapes through. I was masturbating madly. I've never
had any contact with another woman, sexually that is, and at first I
found the images of two women making love disturbing, but then I found
myself getting very aroused, particularly with the video of you and that
short blonde lady."
'That would be Connie," I thought. "The hot little Constance, with a
rapacious sexual appetite and an inclination to play to the cameras."
The younger woman moved closer to me. Her gaze was very direct, her
voice very soft.
"Would you show me?" Her gown fell open.
I felt a shock. "Good God! Who was seducing who?" I thought.
I stood up and faced the girl. God, she was beautiful! "Of course," I
said and took her in my arms.
Moira responded and our lips met. I felt the familiar surge in my
genitals as the maid's tongue invaded my mouth, spearing in and around
inside it. I responded in the same way.
We stepped away briefly from each other and our gowns fell to the floor
before we resumed our embrace, this time with me taking the initiative.
I turned the brunette and we fell across the bed still locked together.
Moira was going crazy. Her hands were running all over my body,
touching, rubbing, squeezing. It was very obvious it had been a long
time since she had had any sexual contact with anyone.
At last I was able to calm her down. I pushed her into the desired
position on the bed then opened the beautiful white legs as I knelt on
the floor between them. Her legs were perfect, the colour of alabaster,
firm and muscular. There was not a hair to be seen anywhere. She was
apparently one of those lucky women who never had to shave or wax. Her
pussy was totally devoid of hair. Except for the small tuft on her mons
the organ was nude. I moved my face closer.
I first began with light kisses and caresses around the insides of the
thighs, each time stopping short of contact with the labia, which by now
were swollen and open and starting to twitch. Little puddles of vaginal
lubricant lay in the folds of the lips. The girl was getting very hot
indeed!
I breathed in deeply - the smell was of scented soap mixed with the
heady musky scent of the girl's hungry cunt.
I gently blew on the engorged lips and the girl moaned loudly and
endeavoured to press to my face.
I held her head back then resumed the kissing and licking of her thighs,
working my way to the now-opening organ.
I gently pulled aside the labia and the girl's clitoris appeared,
glistening like a small pearl.
Leaning forward, I flicked the little button with my tongue. Moira
jumped and squealed and her juices poured out around the lips.
This was what I loved. I now muzzled the entire cunt with my mouth,
drinking my lover's juices, my cheeks, mouth and nose covered with the
girl's secretions.
I then stood up and leant over Moira's body face to face.
The girl seized my head in her hands and began to kiss and suck and lick
the juices from my face.
We then went into a long session of deep tongue kissing. I could feel my
left leg clamped between Moira's and the girl's slippery wet cunt
masturbating against my thigh. With an effort, I pushed myself away and
sat back.
"Now it's your turn to work on me."
I leaned back against the bed-head and held my legs apart, knees bent,
so that Moira could have best access to my love-hole.
"Now, not too fast. Remember how I did it. Always remember -
anticipation of what is going to happen is the greatest stimulant."
I gasped as the girl started working on my pussy. "She's a natural," I
thought. "How convenient it is going to be having someone this good so
close to hand."
Gradually I lead the Irish girl through all the intricacies of female
lovemaking - feeling many times the glorious sudden kicks of orgasms and
knowing my partner was climaxing many times herself.
"Now I'm going to show you the best way to finish a fuck session with a
woman," I said. "It's best towards the end when both our cunts are wet
and swollen."
I laid Moira on her back, slightly on her left side and raised the
girl's shapely right leg, knee slightly bent. Then, on my knees, I slid
my right knee under the raised thigh and straddled the girl's left leg.
Our pussies were together.
Slowly at first, I started to rub my cunt over the girl's. My organ was
streaming juice as was the younger woman's.
"Oh, God," I thought, "This is perfect."
We clung to each other, screaming and moaning as our cunts ground at
each other's, the slurping, squishing sounds driving us on to even
greater delirious action.
Eventually, we both climaxed again, this time together, and collapsed in
each other's arms.
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