The Training of Fallen Angels (20 page)

They reached Madam Stone’s room and Lisa knocked loudly on the door. ‘Enter!’ commanded the voice from within. She looked down at the young man’s cock. His erection was so fierce that his superb shaft was pressed firmly against his muscular stomach with the bulbous, damp head covering his navel. Lisa swallowed hard as she strove to ignore the sight and opened the door.

Madam Stone was standing in the centre of the room. She had removed all her clothing, save for a pair of high-heeled, PVC thigh-boots that stretched to barely an inch below her crotch. She was clutching a multi-stranded whip. The sight of her instructress in such an erotic pose made Lisa feel quite faint. She
drank
in the vision of the flawless, ebony sheen of her skin, her massive, heaving breasts and the visibly damp hair between her legs. For a moment she wished that it was she who was about to be punished. Then she looked again at the whip. Perhaps not, she thought. This was going to hurt.

She glanced back at the young man. His erection hadn’t subsided in the slightest and his eyes were ablaze with lust. ‘Take him to the bed,’ ordered Madam Stone, ‘force him to lie on his stomach and shackle him to the chains.’ Lisa led the youth to the large bed. She regarded the chains that were fixed to the headboard with some amusement. They were clearly a permanent fixture.

‘Lie down on your stomach,’ she whispered. The man obeyed immediately and sprawled across the bed with his arms and legs outstretched. He had obviously found himself in this predicament before. Lisa fixed the shackles around his wrists and ankles and then stepped back. Madam Stone moved forward and stood close to the young man’s face. She played the vicious strands of leather across the palm of her hand. His eyes widened in anticipation of the delights to come.

Lisa felt a familiar throbbing between her legs as she watched her instructress move to stand at the side of the bed with her back turned to her. She looked longingly at the perfect, sable buttocks and yearned to run her tongue between them. Automatically, her hand went between her own legs and she fingered herself through the thick material of her trousers. There was a long pause. The youth buried his face in one of the sumptuous pillows. Madam Stone raised the whip. It was clear that there was going to be no teasing nor any titillation on this occasion.

She brought the lash down on her victim’s
backside
, her buttocks rippling with the effort. Lisa bit her lip and tore her gaze away from Madam Stone’s behind to look at the young man. Numerous, red stripes splayed across his bottom to form a leaf-like pattern. He had barely uttered a sound. The lash was brought down again, then again, and the marks were becoming angry and haphazard. Madam Stone administered a final, fierce stroke and, at last, he yelped with the pain.

‘Untie him!’ she commanded. Lisa rushed to free him from his bonds. He turned his body and lay partly on his back whilst he rubbed his bottom. His cock was as hard as ever, the end purple and weeping with lust. Madam Stone dropped the whip and knelt on the foot of the bed. She glared at the prone form before her. ‘In future,’ she said, ‘you will control your feelings. Is that clear?’

‘Yes, Madam,’ whimpered the youth.

She looked at his hard erection. ‘
Now
you may come,’ she commanded.

Lisa watched in astonishment as he stiffened the muscles of his lower body and his face broke into a grimace. Suddenly, he gasped loudly and the sperm jetted from his swollen cock to soak his chest and the pillows behind him. Lisa remembered how Mr Gee had forced Janet to orgasm without the slightest touch, and recalled how powerful she had said her release had been. From the expression on the young man’s face, it was more than apparent that he was experiencing a similar sensation.

At last, he was done, and his breathing became easier as he lay his head back on the soaked pillow. ‘Now go!’ ordered Madam Stone. He leapt from the bed immediately and scurried from the room. ‘He is very disobedient, that one. I am forever having to punish him. No doubt he will be back again
tomorrow
, for more.’ She grinned broadly, and Lisa laughed out loud. Madam Stone slipped her arm around her shoulders. Lisa felt her hot breath on her cheek and turned to face her. They kissed. Lisa trembled as the thick, spongy lips engulfed her mouth and the long tongue probed inside. She wrapped her arms around the naked woman and stroked her large, firm bottom. She detected the faint, musky odour of her mentor’s arousal and she took a deep breath in order to savour the delightful scent.

Madam Stone pressed her naked mound hard against Lisa’s crotch and rubbed it from side to side. Lisa responded by pushing her hips forward. They gripped each other’s buttocks and moved together in a sensual dance of delight. Their tongues circled and slithered against each other as their kiss became more and more urgent. Thoughts of big cocks vanished from Lisa’s consciousness. Now all that she yearned for was the feel of Madam Stone’s long tongue slipping inside her aching pussy and the exquisite taste of her mentor’s sweet juices.

She released her grip of the big, pert bottom and wrenched her top off to release her otherwise unfettered breasts. Madam Stone smiled and cupped the huge mounds in both hands. ‘You have beautiful breasts, Lisa,’ she breathed. Lisa closed her eyes as her lover put her mouth to one of her long nipples and sucked the tender flesh, rasping her teeth gently against the hard bud. She felt Madam Stone unfasten her trousers and then peel them down to her ankles without once removing her mouth from her breast. Then she watched as she knelt down and tugged them from her feet, along with her trainers. Her face was inches from Lisa’s soaked mound. ‘Such a beautiful little thing,’ her tutor breathed. ‘It looks so small, so vulnerable, and yet
we
know that it has accommodated many, many thick, long cocks.’ She moved her head forward and kissed Lisa’s throbbing pussy gently. Lisa gritted her teeth as she waited for the silky touch of her wet tongue. There was another kiss, this time deeper and more passionate. Lisa felt the tip of Madam Stone’s tongue trace the line between her sex-lips. Then it was pushed inside, a tongue as long as any cock, deep and probing, slithering and sliding within her whilst the thick lips of her lover’s mouth sucked her aching cunt.

She gripped the hair on Madam Stone’s head tightly and pressed her face against her groin. She was close, so very close. Soon her juices would flood from her body to soak the face of her beautiful instructress. The tongue began to move rapidly in and out of her, as if her lover sensed her impending release. Her sex-lips were sucked into Madam Stone’s loving mouth as her tongue darted backwards and forwards. Lisa’s knees began to tremble as the ache grew between her legs, building incessantly to her inevitable climax.

Suddenly, the sharp, stabbing sensations of sensual release tore at her groin and tremors of joyous electricity shot through her thighs. Lisa cried out loud and felt her juices flow. Madam Stone sucked Lisa’s hot lips and lapped her long tongue feverishly around their pulsating shape. She drank from her like a woman who was dying of thirst and swallowed everything that Lisa could give. Finally, she pushed her tongue deep inside Lisa’s cunt and kissed her with a passion normally shared by true lovers. It was a long, all-consuming kiss. The thickly pouting lips engulfed her throbbing sex completely and sucked her tenderly. Lisa felt Madam Stone’s tongue snake along her open cleft and jumped as it touched her clitoris. She could take no more.

Her knees gave way and she collapsed to the floor. The two women sat facing each other, breathing heavily. Madam Stone’s ebony features were soaked with Lisa’s juices and shone with the reflected sunlight that streamed in from the window. She grinned broadly. ‘I think you needed that,’ she said, simply. She stood up and helped Lisa to her feet. ‘Come, we must dress and return to the class.’

Janet sat quietly on the lounger and gazed at the shimmering surface of the pool. The lesson had been enjoyable, and the punishment of the two wayward pupils had been a joy to witness. Serita and Kelly were both very beautiful girls and, when they had been stripped naked for their punishment, Janet had found it difficult to control her desire to bury her face within the warmth of their young thighs.

The discussion had continued in much the same way as before, each student relating experiences from their diverse pasts. Janet had taken advantage of Madam Stone’s brief absence to steer the conversation to her favourite subject, the pleasures and techniques of anal arousal. She had been delighted with the pupils’ response, and congratulated herself on her apparent teaching abilities. She considered, with some pride, that perhaps she had found her true vocation.

The sight of the two girls’ bottoms quivering as Lisa had administered the lash had thrilled her, and she had been more than happy when Madam Stone instructed her to smooth cool oil on to the naked buttocks. Slipping a finger into each tight little hole at the same time had made the girls groan with pleasure, and she knew that they too would soon become willing pupils.

She heard a sound coming from behind her. She
looked
round and saw Mr Gee step out on to the patio. He didn’t seem to see her as he stood looking out into the distance whilst he sipped on a long drink. Janet swallowed hard as she regarded the handsome figure of her host. There was something about him that intrigued her. He possessed an aura of power and of mystery and, whatever dark secrets he held, she knew that she wanted him.

‘It’s a lovely day, Mr Gee,’ she said, weakly. He turned and looked at her. His dark eyes appeared cold as he clinically regarded her seated form. Apart from a tiny, black thong she was naked but his expression failed to register the fact. She lay back and smiled. She could feel her nipples hardening and knew that he would be able to sense her arousal as they lengthened visibly. To her dismay he looked away.

‘Beautiful,’ he said, presently. ‘There is no place better than England on such a day.’

His words seemed like poetry to Janet’s ears. She eased herself from the lounger and moved over to stand next to him. She gazed in the same direction and saw the same hills and the trees. But her mind was on other things. She searched her mind desperately for something profound to say. ‘I would be happy to spend the rest of my life here,’ she said, finally. He turned and looked at her, but there was no warmth showing in the handsome features of his face. He looked down at her near-nakedness, then turned his head and stared out at the landscape, as if unimpressed.

She was standing as close to him as possible without actually touching him. She reached up and gripped his arm gently. ‘Have you lived here long?’ she asked.

‘Many, many years,’ he replied. Janet moved her
body
against him. Her naked breast touched his bare forearm lightly. Mr Gee moved away nonchalantly and sat on a nearby barstool. It was clear to Janet that she would have to make all the moves.

‘Do you like me, Mr Gee?’ she pouted.

‘Of course, Janet, you are one of my guests.’

‘But do you
like
me?’ she repeated, walking towards him. He said nothing. He was looking at her through those fierce, cold eyes, and it made her want him badly. Without taking her gaze from his, she curled her thumbs under the thin sides of her thong and slipped it slowly down to her ankles, then stepped out of it. She stood erect with her legs slightly apart and her hands resting on her hips.

‘I want you to make love to me, Mr Gee,’ she whispered. ‘I want you to fuck me.’

There was a long silence as he looked her up and down, as if considering an expensive purchase. Despite her arousal she began to feel distinctly uncomfortable. He turned his head and looked out at the horizon.

‘Put it on, Janet,’ he said.

‘Don’t you want me?’ she breathed, walking towards him.

He rose from the stool and walked towards the house. ‘I said, put it on, Janet.’

In anger and disbelief she watched him disappear through the patio doors. She had never been refused before, and she didn’t like it. She felt stupid, standing there naked and alone. Furiously, she grabbed the thong and pulled it on, then covered her upper body with a flimsy T-shirt. She was just about to go into the house when she heard the patio door slide open. She looked up expectantly but, instead of the hoped-for return of Mr Gee, she saw the tall, dark form of Peter, one of Grantham Manor’s older guests.

He must have noticed her look of disappointment. ‘Why so glum, young lady?’ he drawled.

‘I’m sorry,’ she fumbled. ‘I, I think I’ve got a headache coming on.’ He moved to her and stroked her head gently.

‘Can I get you something?’ he said, with genuine concern in his voice.

‘No, no, it’s all right. I’ll be fine.’ She looked into his deep, brown eyes and forced a smile. He put his hand under her chin.

‘That’s better,’ he said. ‘You have a beautiful smile.’

He was easily the best looking of the men at the manor. He was tall, slim but muscular and with skin that was as black as the night. He was wearing a small pair of white swimming trunks and a singlet top that showed off the perfection of his physique. Janet felt her anger melting away as she looked into his soft, brown eyes.

‘Where’s your wife?’ she asked.

‘She’s being well looked after by a couple of the servants. She’ll be fine.’

‘Don’t you mind?’

‘Of course not. We wouldn’t be here if either of us minded what the other got up to. We’ll go to bed tonight, and she’ll tell me everything that happened in the smallest detail and, by the time she’s finished, we’ll be fucking like animals.’

‘Do you tell her what you do?’

‘Yep.’

‘I thought all the guests had a hang-up, you know, something wrong with their sex lives. You two don’t seem to have any problems.’

‘Jeannie is a diagnosed nymphomaniac.’ Peter spoke quite nonchalantly, as though it was the most normal thing in the world to speak about a wife in
this
way. ‘We fuck every day, but it’s never enough for her, so we use places like this. It’s better than having her wandering the streets, looking for guys.’