Hot Sheets (42 page)

Deciding to
deal with Miss Chaste when the statements had been taken and the
dust settled, Mike left the girls chatting to Mr Gloom about the
shooting. Sitting at his desk, he pondered on his incredible good
fortune. Goldie and Trudie emerging from the bar, he scrutinized
their shapely thighs, imagining their swollen pussy lips engulfing
his hungry mouth, his tongue tasting their sweet honeypots.

"Sex!" he
cried, leaping up from the desk. "Let's have an orgy to
celebrate!"

"I'm game,
mate!" Trudie grinned as Goldie answered the doorbell and led the
ambulance men into the bar.

"When Harold's
gone, we'll have an orgy in the bar," Mike whispered. "Wine
bottles, whips, handcuffs... we'll celebrate our victory over
Belinda by fucking and whipping and sucking and... oh, good luck,
Harold!" he called as the ambulance crew helped the wounded man out
of the building. "Come back when you've been fixed up."

"I might," the
mishap replied, pausing in the doorway. "There again, I might go
home and shoot my wife and her lover."

Shaking his
head and chuckling as Harold left, Mike rubbed his hands together
gleefully. Was this the beginning of a new era? he wondered. His
luck, it seemed, was changing. Deciding to take bookings for that
evening, regardless of a possible raid, he pondered on WPC
Widegroin. After all she'd endured in his hands, she'd be back with
Dickwipe, he was sure. But he had to take the risk of continuing
with room sixty-nine. Watching the waitresses unbuttoning each
other's blouses, he sensed a gut feeling that he was taking the
right path - the path to sexual debauchery and buckets full of
cash! Smiling as the colonel stumbled down the stairs, he crossed
the foyer to meet him.

"Colonel,
where have you been?" he asked.

"By Jove,
naked girls!" the old man snorted, eyeing Goldie's elongated milk
buds, her yawning vaginal slit. "Do you know, back in
fifty-five..."

"You've missed
all the fun, Colonel. There's been a shooting, attempted murder,
even."

"Attempted
murder?"

"Yes, Mr Gloom
was shot in the arm. Anyway, we're about to have a celebratory
orgy, if you'd care to join in."

"Celebrate an
attempted murder? I don't get it, old boy."

"No, we're
going to celebrate the arrest of the would-be assassin. Go through
to the bar and prepare for several hours of rampant sex!"

"Prepare?
What, take my clothes off?"

God forbid
. "Er... yes, Colonel, if
you wish."

"By gad! I'm
looking forward to this!" the randy old devil chortled, twisting
his waxed moustache as he made a beeline for the bar. "A
celebratory orgy, by Jove!"

Emerging from
the lift, Paul told Mike that he'd cleared the fourth floor and
dumped the sex equipment in the basement. "There's no evidence at
all," he grinned triumphantly. "Not a whip, a dildo or a spunk
stain in sight!"

"Put it all
back," Mike said blandly.

"But I've only
just..."

"Put it back
and then join us in the bar for an orgy. I'll explain later."

"God, clear
the stuff out, put it back... there's no pleasing some people!" the
barman groaned, taking the lift.

Following the
naked girls into the bar, Mike ordered Nancy and Cecilia to strip.
This was going to be the mother of all orgies! he decided, stepping
out of his trousers as Dave wandered into the bar. Fists, wine
bottles, fingers, cocks - the girls were going to have anything and
everything pushed into their wet cunts, their tight arseholes! The
mother fucker of all fucking orgies!

"OK, girls, lean over the bar and show us what beautiful
delights you have between your legs!" Mike ordered his harlots as
he finished undressing. Complying with his crude demand, the girls
took their positions, their long legs spread wide, their bulging
pussy lips perfectly displayed beneath their tightly closed anal
portals.
The epitome of
filth
.

The naked
colonel shambling across the room and standing behind Goldie with
his erect penis in his hand, he looked at Mike for permission to
enter the delectable beauty's vaginal sheath and shoot his spunk
over her cervix. Nodding, Mike watched the excited man push his
solid glans deep into the girl's wet cunt until he'd completely
impaled her on his valiant member.

"We'll do them
one at a time," Mike grinned, standing behind Trudie with his erect
cock waving from side to side, eager for the wet heat of her tight
roost. "Half-a- dozen thrusts into one cunt, and then we'll move
along to the next, and so on. Come on, Dave, you can begin with
Cecilia. And no spunking until I say so."

Their bellies
slapping the naked girls' buttocks, the men thrust their girl-wet
cocks in and out of the hot female orifices to the accompaniment of
whimpers and gasps of pleasure. Withdrawing their glistening
penises, the girls' inner lips dripping, furling to protect their
sex ducts, the men moved along to the next girl and drove their
organs home, thrusting several times before moving along to the
next tight vagina.

"Musical
cunts!" Mike chuckled. "We need someone to turn the music on and
off! The man who wins gets to spunk!"

"I'll do it,"
Nancy volunteered, standing up and moving behind the bar to the
stereo. Pressing the play button on the cassette deck,
Tchaikovsky's Fifth blasting from the speakers, the scene was
set.

"We've got
three girls and three men," Mike said, stilling his painfully hard
cock within Goldie's tight vaginal sheath. "Cecilia, you'll have to
take a seat for this round."

Settling on
the sofa as the music played on, Cecilia watched the men walk up
and down behind the young waitress's projected buttocks, their
stiff penises in their hands, ready to drive into the nearest cunt
when the music stopped. The colonel grabbing Trudie's shapely hips
and penetrating her tight sheath with his huge member as the music
stopped, Mike and Dave fought to shove their ballooning knobs into
Goldie's vagina.

"I'm almost
in!" Dave cried, his bulbous glans pressing against Mike's as he
tried to force his shaft into the girl's inflamed lust hole.

"No, you're
not!" Mike argued, his heavy balls swinging as his knob slipped
past Dave's and drove into the girl's accommodating pussy sheath.
"Jesus, she's tight! I win!"

The music
continuing as Dave and Goldie sat next to Cecilia, Mike and the
colonel walked up and down behind Trudie with their cunny-wet
weapons pointing skyward. Projecting her buttocks out further,
offering the open centre of her sex to them, Trudie giggled,
waiting impatiently for the music to cease, cueing her cuntal
fucking.

"Whoever
shoves his cock in her cunt gets to spunk up her!" Mike laughed as
the music stopped. "Come on, Colonel, give it your best shot!"

"By gad, old
boy!" the colonel panted, desperately trying to gain access to the
girl's sex hole as Mike did his best to impale her on his lust
staff. "I think I'm going to spunk whether I win or not!"

"May the best
cock win!"

Allowing the
frustrated old trooper to penetrate Trudie's gaping sex hole, Mike
stood back and watched him grab her shapely hips. Pumping for all
he was worth, the colonel groaned and grunted, his heavy balls
swinging to and fro as his spunk coursed along his cockshaft. "By
Jove!" he cried, his paunch slapping the quivering girl's bum
cheeks as his sperm gushed from his pulsating glans, drenching her
spasming vagina. "By gad, I'm there!"

Moving behind
the bar and lining up a row of wine bottles as the colonel
continued his grunting and groaning, Mike ordered the girls to bend
over the bar. "A wine tasting contest!" he grinned as the doorbell
rang out. "I'll fill your bums with a different wine. We'll suck
the wine from each of your arseholes, the winner being the man who
correctly determines which wine is which."

As the colonel
finished his fucking, draining his rolling balls and sliding his
dripping cock out of Trudie's overflowing vaginal duct, the girls
took their positions. Taking a bottle, Mike pushed the open end
into Nancy's tight anal entrance, the wine decanting into her hot
bowels.

"As I know
which wine is which, I'll be the adjudicator!" he chuckled, filling
Cecilia's bowels with a white medium dry. Moving to Goldie's
splayed buttocks, he grabbed another bottle and forced the neck
deep into her anal canal, the wine flowing, cooling her hot lust
sheath. The four girls ready, the wine swirling within their
bowels, the contestants began their bottom-hole sucking, their
heady arsehole tasting.

"Oh my
goodness!" Miss Chaste cried as she hobbled into the bar and stared
in disbelief at the lewd wine tasting. "Oh, oh! You're naked, Mr
Hunt!"

"Ah! Er...
Miss Chaste, what are you doing down here?"

"I... I came
down for a... a cup of tea!" she stammered, shocked as the anal
wine tasting continued unabated. "Whatever are they doing to those
girls' bottoms?"

"Ah, Paul!"
Mike grinned sheepishly as the young man entered the bar. "Would
you take Miss Chaste to her room, please? She's having a bad
dream."

"I'm not
dreaming!"

"Yes, you are,
Miss Chaste. This is a dreadful nightmare. Go back to your room and
you'll wake up and find that you've been sound asleep."

The girls
whimpering as their anal caverns were drained, Paul led Miss Chaste
out of the bar and ushered her upstairs to her room. This was all
he needed, Mike thought as the men swapped places and the anal
slurping continued. One problem solved and another appears.

Wondering
whether he'd ever be free to run his business and enjoy his life,
he downed a large vodka. Why couldn't Miss Chaste have been like
the colonel and joined in with the debauchery rather than... on
second thoughts, no! Pouring another vodka, he looked down at his
erect penis. The time had come for the girls to be arse-fucked, he
decided as Paul wandered into the bar and hurriedly removed his
clothes.

"OK!" Mike
decreed. "No more wine tasting, we're going to give the girls a
good bum fuck! Right, four men and four girls - four cocks and four
arseholes."

"We don't know
who's won the competition," Dave said, licking his lips as he moved
away from Goldie's wine-drenched brown ring.

"That one's a
claret," the colonel declared, pointing to Nancy's glistening anal
portal. "And I'd say that one's a Liebfraumilch - possibly
ninety-three."

"We'll resume
the competition when we've spunked up their arses," Mike laughed.
"It'll make the competition that little bit harder! OK, choose your
bottom-hole and let the anal shafting commence!"

Standing
behind the expectant girls, the men drove their solid penises deep
into their anal canals, impaling them completely. Their heavy balls
resting against the girls' rubicund vaginal lips, they began their
penile thrusting, their swollen knobs driving in and out of the
tight anal ducts. Bellies slapping buttocks, swinging balls
battering dripping pussy lips, knobs pistoning into hot bowels, the
men continued their anal fucking until their sperm coursed up their
shafts and exploded from their orgasming knobs.

"By gad!" the
colonel gasped in his second coming. "There's nothing like a
rear-ender!"

"God, you're
right there!" Mike breathed, ramming his veined shaft deep into
Nancy's rectal duct.

"Christ,
Trudie, do I love fucking your arse!" Paul cried as his spunk
gushed, lubricating the debased union.

The four girls
gasping as the men reached between their legs and massaged their
pulsating clitorises to fruition, the sexual debauchery continued.
Well into the afternoon and early evening, Stokepot Towers
reverberated with orgasmic gasps and cries, the girls having each
orifice fucked by each man in turn until their abused and exhausted
bodies were sated with spunk.

"OK, let the
whipping begin!" Mike ordered the men as each stood behind a girl,
wielding a cane. Their cocks wet and sore, standing to attention,
the men began the naked buttock thrashing, accompanied by anguished
cries and gasps of pleasure and pain. Loud cracks resounding around
the bar as the canes struck the girls' burning buttocks, the
debauchery was set to run well into the night, the men's cocks ever
ready, the girls' cunts ever juiced, and yearning for jism. This
was the life! Mike thought happily, thrashing Nancy's scarlet
buttocks for all he was worth. And with the money flowing as freely
as the cunt juice, life could only get better!

"So, the filth
never ends at Stokepot Towers!" WPC Widegroin observed as she
walked into the bar.

"Fucking
hell!" Mike gasped, dropping the cane as the WPC approached wearing
her neat uniform, her police-issue hat. "How on earth did you get
in?"

"I have my
ways," the prim blonde replied, frowning as she focused her
inquisitive eyes on the colonel's erect, cunny-wet cock. "So, Mr
Hunt, you really are bent on running a brothel, a vile and
disgusting den of iniquity."

"I don't
believe that it was wise of you to return, Miss Widelegs!" Mike
grinned, moving towards her with his solid penis in his hand. The
others gathering behind him, the men wielding canes, the girls
licking their lips provocatively, Mike decided that the charismatic
constable wouldn't escape this time. "You're going to endure a
night of..." he began, taking her arm.

"I'm not
alone, Mr Hunt," she grinned triumphantly. "You've committed quite
a list of offences, wouldn't you agree? Not to mention the picture
of you in the local paper."

Releasing her
arm, his penis deflating, Mike knew that the end had come - that
his end wouldn't come again for a long time! Grabbing his clothes
as Wendy moved to the door, he tugged his trousers up his legs.
"Would you come in, please, Inspector Dickwipe?" she called, her
face beaming triumphantly.