Lust Under Licence (12 page)

Her mouth was
like molten honey, sweet and hot. The skin of her back burned into
his hands through her flimsy kimono. He ached to strip her and
explore her perfumed flesh but he held back. He knew he mustn't
rush at her. This was a woman to be pleasured on her own terms.

But she was
eager too. She pushed her tongue to the back of his throat and ran
her hands beneath his blood-soaked shirt across the planes of his
chest. 'Take it off,' she ordered him. 'Take everything off. Let me
see you.'

He did as he
was told, kicking his shoes off and flinging his clothes onto the
flagstones. She made him stand in front of her and turn round, her
eyes devouring his tall rangy frame, the hard white buttocks, the
lean thighs, the forest of black hair at the base of his belly. And
his cock.

'I might have
known Elvira wouldn't lie about that,' she said.

He stood over
her and ran his hands down her back under her kimono, the flesh
satin smooth to his touch. 'What do you mean?'

'She said you
had a big cock and she was right.'

'Oh!' cried
Tom as her hands sank into the rounds of his buttocks and her lips
closed over the tender knob of his penis. He felt perilously close
to coming just at the touch of her mouth. He lifted the veil of her
hair so he could look at her sucking him, at the incredible sight
of his long white bar of flesh disappearing between her wide red
lips. She sucked him hard, hollowing her cheeks, a blue vein
beating in her neck.

With his other
hand he reached into the neck of her robe and drew out a plump
pear-shaped breast, the long brown nipple nosing into his palm.

He hadn't
intended to come in her face but he had little choice in the
matter. She held his shaft in one hand and wanked him slyly,
pumping and squeezing, all the time mouthing the swollen plum of
his glans. He watched spellbound as she fellated him, her red lips
working and her opulent tit-flesh swinging. When a long finger was
insinuated between his buttocks, seeking out the sensitive pucker
of his anus, he knew he was lost. As she penetrated him to the
knuckle, his knees wobbled and he ejaculated into the hot cavern of
her mouth.

Maeve
collapsed on the sun-lounger, Tom's spunk glistening in the corner
of her mouth, her legs spread carelessly. As he watched, his head
still thick from the rush of orgasm, he saw her untie her robe and
slide forward, presenting the open gash of her sex to him. It was
clear where his duty lay.

He took his
time positioning himself between her firm bronzed thighs. He
admired the smooth sheen of the skin on her long legs, the slender
turn of her ankles and the titillating contrast of the white flesh
tones beneath her bikini line.

'You're very
brown,' he said.

'I've spent a
lot of time out here this summer.'

'Like this?'
he said, lightly brushing his hand over her bush of
chestnut-coloured pubic hair.

'No.'

'But you do go
topless, don't you? Your breasts are as brown as the rest of you.
It's just this fascinating triangle here that's quite white.' And
he traced the line of creamy skin across her belly with the tip of
his tongue. He could see a dewdrop of moisture pearling the inside
of her thigh. He licked it up and she shivered involuntarily.

Her vagina was
open before him like a rose in bloom, its fragrance as heady, its
petals quivering in anticipation. Her outer lips were long and
brown, a fascinating furl of flesh just begging to be kissed. Tom
obliged.

'Oh,' said
Maeve as he took her labia between his lips.

'Oh yes,' she
moaned as he separated them with his tongue and pushed gently into
her moist interior.

'Oh God,' she
shouted as he slid his tongue up the length of her crack to tickle
the throbbing pearl of her clitoris.

She twined her
fingers in his hair and jammed his mouth into her crack. He had
meant to tease her, to make her wait but now the juice was pouring
from her like water from a tap, and she was bucking her pelvis into
his bruised and battered face. Within seconds, it seemed, she was
coming all over him.

She was still
shivering like a jelly, her sumptuous breasts quivering on her
chest, when he crawled on top of her and sank his pulsating cock
into the hungry hole between her thighs.

He kissed the
spunk off her lips and she sucked the cunt juice from his tongue
while they fucked, feasting on each other's bodies like starving
people. As they came, together, the sun-lounger collapsed, pitching
them onto the stone floor and gashing Maeve's hand.

She laughed as
Tom helped her bind the wound. 'You realise I won't be able to sign
your contract now,' she said. 'You'll have to come back some other
time.'

'How about
tomorrow?' he suggested.

Kelvin
regained his senses to a tingling sensation on the skin of his
scrotum and the drone of a woman's voice. He looked down his
rubber-suited body to see Sergeant Gloria Just wiping foam from the
blade of a cutthroat razor. Across the room, Fiona of the long legs
and the purple mini was perched on a chair, orating the work of
Labiella De Cruz.

Gloria looked
up and caught Kelvin's panic-stricken stare. She smiled almost
kindly.

'Don't worry,'
she said, 'I'm just making you more presentable.'

Kelvin eyed
the mound of hair clippings on the floor and the glint of the razor
in her hand as she bent over his loins. The bloody woman was
shaving his bollocks! He jerked against his bonds in fury.

'Careful,'
said Gloria, 'or you might go out less of a man than when you came
in.'

Kelvin froze
as the razor descended. A tug of her fingers, the kiss of steel on
skin and another strip of white foam was deposited into the soapy
bowl at her side. In other circumstances, he might have felt a
frisson of excitement at these intimate attentions. But not now -
which was a pity from more than one point of view.

'What would be
most helpful,' said Gloria, 'would be an erection. Could you
possibly lend a hand, Fiona?'

The sound of
the blonde's breathy Cockney rose in pitch and the words she was
uttering suddenly began to impress themselves on Kelvin's
brain.

'"'More,
more,' pleaded Sanctimonia whimperingly as the ground glass pressed
into the sensitive skin of her womanly breasts. 'Thrash me, oh
Master, until my crimson gore mingles with the copious fluids of my
sensuous loins!'"'

'Get off your
bum, Fiona, and do something,' said Gloria. 'He's no bigger than a
cocktail sausage.'

Fiona was
aggrieved. 'I'm reading him his porn, aren't I? It's what turns him
on.'

'Turns you on,
you mean,' snapped Gloria.

Kelvin saw
that what she said was true. The way Fiona squirmed in her seat,
her eyes glued to the page, suggested that her interest was fully
engaged. And, as he followed the curve of her legs up to the
shadows below the hem of her tiny skirt, he remembered that she
wore no panties. Suddenly his interest was fully engaged too.

'Blimey,' said
Gloria, 'I think you may be right.'

'Told you,'
said Fiona, easing forward in her chair so that her long white
thighs pointed in an open vee towards Kelvin. Her mini was now a
band of purple around her waist and a goatee of dark pubic hair was
fully revealed in her spread crotch. Fiona, Kelvin could see, was
not a natural blonde.

The silken
whip fell again and again on the abraded skin of the beauteous
slave. Her Master's eyes were cruel slits, glinting in the leather
mask, obsidian and immutable. The tempests of orgasm echoed far off
in Sanctimonia's loins as she beseeched him for more.

Fiona's free
hand stroked the silky hairs of her pussy beard. Her fingers played
with the loose dark lips of her opening, pulling and pinching.
Kelvin was transfixed as she inserted a finger, her wetness
gleaming on the knuckle as she pushed in and out. Then she had
three digits inside and was rubbing the swollen peg of her clit
between thumb and forefinger. This was plainly a girl who knew how
to give herself a good time. By now Kelvin's penis was suitably
distended.

Gossamer timed
her entrance to perfection. As Fiona prepared to yield to the
Labiella-inspired tempests of orgasm and Gloria wiped the last
smudge of soap from the quivering tower of Kelvin's tool, the
Prosecutor flung wide the door.

'Goodness
gracious,' she cried. 'What on earth is going on?'

Kelvin's two
tormentors jumped to their feet.

'We're
preparing the prisoner,' said Gloria. 'He gave us a bit of trouble
at first but now he's as sweet as pie. You can see for
yourself.'

Gossamer was apoplectic. 'This man isn't a prisoner, you
stupid clod. He's my special
guest
, a reporter for a magazine with
a
significant
impact on the national consciousness!'

Fiona spoke up. 'He's a pervert like all the rest, Prosecutor.
We found this disgusting filth in his bag.' And she held up the
copy of
Beat Me to a Silken
Pulp
.

Gossamer
studied the volume for a moment. 'Not for sale to men,' she
muttered to herself. 'Oh dear.'

She looked
into Kelvin's eyes and his stomach flipped. God, she was
magnificent! Surely she didn't believe in this preposterous
rubbish?

'Get out of
here, you two idiots,' she said. 'I shall deal with him
myself.'

'Yes,
Prosecutor,' they muttered and backed out of the door.

'My poor, poor
darling,' cried Gossamer, rushing to the helpless Kelvin and
stripping the tape from his lips. He spat the cotton gag from his
mouth.

'Gossamer,
thank God!' he cried in a cracked voice. 'It was ghastly!'

She found him
some water and dried his mouth with the sleeve of her blouse when
it dribbled down his chin.

Before he
could say anything she kissed him. Gently at first, then in a
hungry, deep-throated tongue-rape that thrilled him to the toes of
his rubber-suited feet.

'My God,
Gossamer,' he spluttered when she let him up for air.

'I'm sorry,
darling, I get rather carried away when I'm with a man I find so
utterly scrummy.' And she squeezed the shaft of his recently
denuded penis with an enthusiasm that was almost overwhelming.

'Gossamer, you
really are the most fabulous creature. I would die for you, I
swear—'

'Oh good,' she
said, two hands now on his twitching genitals.

'—but aren't
you going to set me free?'

'I can't just
yet. Sergeant Just would be suspicious.'

'Suspicious of
what? For God's sake, Gossamer, I've been wrongfully imprisoned and
abused!'

'Did they
abuse you like this?' she asked, delicately running a finger up the
underside of his shaft. 'Or like this?' She bent her head and ran
her tongue lightly across the swollen helmet of his glans. The
sensation was exquisite. He jerked his loins upwards, wanting to
bury his burning tool in the warmth of her mouth, but his bonds
restrained him.

'Don't tease
me, Gossamer,' he cried. 'Set me free so I can hold you.'

But Gossamer
took no notice. She stepped back from the bed frame and began to
unbutton her blouse.

Kelvin's
protests died in his throat as he watched her strip down to a
basque of shiny black latex that offered up her big pink breasts to
his hungry gaze and left bare the white dome of her belly, down to
a hairless slit.

'Oh Gossamer,'
he breathed.

'How do you
like me?' she said, loosening her hair so it fell in a blonde cloud
across her satiny shoulders and taking a step towards him.

Kelvin did not
reply. The sight of those longed-for breasts soaring above him,
their jutting overhang accentuated by the upthrust of the basque,
was overwhelming. He longed to cup their soft weight in his hands,
to bury his face in that perfumed expanse of luscious tit-flesh, to
feed one by one those succulent brown nipples into his mouth... But
he couldn't, he was pinned down, utterly at her mercy. He almost
fountained his spunk at the thought.

She was
rearranging his legs, lowering his feet so he lay flat on the bed.
As he gorged his eyes on her naked hanging breasts, the rounded
curves elongating as she bent over, he was aware she was
refastening the bonds round his ankles. He did not fight her, the
visual rape of his senses had undermined all thought of
resistance.

When she was
satisfied with the arrangement, she produced a bottle of baby oil
and poured a handful onto his chest. She began to slick it into the
rubber surface of his skin, over his torso and up and down his legs
and arms, the great breasts swaying above him as she did so. She
paused at his cock and balls, examining them closely. Then she
lowered her head to his loins and suddenly a jolt of pain shot
through his shaft.

'Ow,' yelped
Kelvin.

'Sorry,
darling,' said Gossamer. 'Gloria missed a hair,' and she extracted
it from between her teeth. 'I can't abide any hair down there at
all. Look.' And she placed a foot on the frame of the bed by
Kelvin's head, displaying her pussy split in all its shaven
glory.

Kelvin gazed
at the shocking expanse of bare skin - the prominent pink pearl of
her clitoris, the wet crinkle of her labia and the moist dark
opening between - and gasped. This was the most naked vagina he had
ever seen. He had never wanted anything so badly in his life.

'Please,
Gossamer,' he croaked, 'please...' It was all he could manage.

Gossamer
smiled. She knew what he wanted and now she was prepared to give it
to him - on her own terms.

First she
oiled his cock, then she climbed on top of him, her broad thighs on
either side of his slim hips. She knelt up and placed the head of
his throbbing tool at the mouth of her pussy, a bare inch from her
wet lips.