After Hours: Black Lace Classics (17 page)

‘Oh, no,’ objected Venny teasingly. ‘Not until Dani takes off her robe.’

‘No problem,’ said Dani, and she pulled the tie free at the waist of the ice-blue silk robe. She knelt up on the sofa and shrugged the thing off in an instant, and remained kneeling there so that both Venny and Flora could look her over. Again, Venny was filled with admiration for Dani’s cherry-nippled and pert little breasts, her petite and neatly curving body, the thickness and lush darkness of her pubic hair. Flora too was clearly enraptured, reaching out a hand to caress a taut little nipple which flaunted a gold ring. Dani swayed into Flora’s touch as the redhead’s hand drifted from Dani’s breast, down over her waist, over her gold-ringed navel, down over the slope of her belly and into the thicket of her pubes.

‘Mm, that’s good,’ murmured Dani, parting her legs for Flora.

‘Hey, don’t get too distracted,’ Venny reminded the pair of them. Now it was Flora’s turn to obey the rules,
to draw back with regret the hand she had so eagerly reached out to Dani. ‘The deal was we all stripped naked, one at a time. So come on, Flora. Give.’

‘Ah, but you’re not naked, are you?’ said Flora, running a catlike gaze down over Venny’s curves. ‘And until you are, why should I keep my end of the deal?’

Venny had to admit that Flora had a point. Reaching behind her, she unhitched the straps of the PVC bra, then slipped her hands down and leaned forwards. The straps slipped down and over her arms until she freed them, one at a time, always keeping one arm over the heavy fall of her breasts. Finally she tossed the PVC bra aside and let them look.

The edges of the nipple-holes had chafed her teats a little, reddening them most attractively; and the way she was bending towards them, swinging her breasts just lightly, teasingly, made the two watching women think how nice it would be, how utterly wonderful, to just step behind Venny and push that obtrusive thong aside, lick a finger or two and just slip them into her.

‘Come on, Venny, get ’em off,’ encouraged Dani, her dark-red nipples standing out like crazy with the extent of her arousal.

Venny complied quite happily, pushing the black PVC briefs down her legs and stepping out of them. She still wore the high-heeled mules, and they seemed to emphasise her total nudity to the two watching women.

Naked now, Venny went over to the couch and stood beside the equally naked Dani, who reached up and
slipped a rather more than friendly arm around her flatmate’s waist. The arm dropped a little, and Dani was fondling Venny’s buttocks, fondling the hot peachlike curves of them before dropping down to ticklingly negotiate her bumslit.

‘Not yet,’ said Venny firmly, stepping slightly away despite the fact that she was enjoying Dani’s touch enormously. ‘First Flora’s got to get naked.’

‘Come on, we’ll help her,’ suggested Dani with a rakish grin. She leaned forwards on the couch while Venny bent over the red-haired woman; between them they shucked off the lime-green chiffon blouse Flora wore, and it was Venny who sat on the arm of the couch and unclipped Flora’s white lacy bra; her very heavy breasts spilled out from the confines of the garment in fleshy ripples, and each of the watching women gasped in admiration at such beauty.

‘Flora has a party trick too, don’t you, Flora?’ said Dani excitedly. ‘Show Venny, go on.’

Flora cupped a hand under each of her magnificent breasts and lifted them as far as they would go, which was pretty high. She then bent her head and stuck out her tongue – and licked her own cinnamon-coloured nipples!

‘That’s really cool,’ said Venny, slipping her hands around from behind Flora so that she could cup those lovely tits of hers, could feel the hard puckering nipples still moist from Flora’s own mouth. Flora leaned back against the pillow of Venny’s naked breasts with a sigh of pleasure while Dani leaned over Flora like some
dark female satyr and unzipped her black leather trousers.

Eagerly Dani pulled the tight trousers down, baring Flora’s lushly curving belly and the brilliant red flame of her pubic hair. With another sigh, a sigh of surrender, Flora lifted her hips from the couch and kicked off her ponyskin mules so that Dani’s progress should not be impeded. Her almost luminously white skin glowed richly against her red hair, and her two acolytes looked upon her in wonderment. This, Venny thought, was how a woman
should
look. She was fairly confident of her own attractiveness, and she knew that Dani was confident to the bone about hers, but Flora was truly beautiful, and she could easily understand now why Dani was so enthusiastic about bedding her.

And then they were all three naked and tangling together on the sofa in a bewildering but delicious tangle of arms and legs, breasts and thighs – and it was so different, Venny thought, so very different to making love with men; these two were the other part of her, they were soft, they were yielding, they were women.

‘Come on,’ said Dani, surfacing from Flora’s kiss to grab Venny’s hand. ‘Let’s make ourselves comfy in my bedroom.’

They stood, touching, kissing, fondling in wonder and affection, and made their way to the door leading to Dani’s bedroom – Dani only pausing at a drawer near the television to snatch up a huge penis-style vibrator. Giggling excitedly, they linked arms and hugged each other. The bedroom door was opened, and they stood
there, framed by the glow of a peachy-toned bedside light, three women, naked and entwined. And then the door from the hall burst open, and in tumbled Micky, Caspar and Jamie.

After the first mad flurry of alarm, Venny was able to see how funny the situation was, her and Flora and Dani standing there naked and wide-eyed with astonishment, the three men charging in unannounced. The scene it most closely resembled was Rubens’
Rape of the Sabine Women
, and she found herself very tickled to realise this, for it was a favourite erotic daydream of hers: to be abducted, carried away, kidnapped by some strong, horny Roman god.

She was pleased to note, amid the sudden confusion, that neither Dani nor Flora seemed particularly alarmed by this unexpected development either. In fact, Dani seemed quite titillated by the way Jamie grabbed her and dragged her on into the bedroom, decisively closing the door behind them. While that was going on, Micky had grabbed the rubber penis off Dani and was propelling Venny towards the hall, and her own bedroom. Glancing back as he pulled her
along by the wrist, she saw a very annoyed-looking Caspar haul the naked and lustfully quivering Flora into his arms in the instant before that door too was closed in her face.

‘Wait –’ she gasped at Micky, half-laughing, half-serious. Goodness, Micky looked quite annoyed too as he spun back towards her, his eyes raking over her naked body almost scathingly.

‘I expected Dani and Flora, but not you,’ he snapped. And where was that happy twinkle in the eye, that devilish, almost piratical glee now? He looked deadly serious.

Venny shrugged. Her breasts bobbed alluringly as she did so, and Micky’s eyes dipped to them irresistibly. ‘Dani invited me to join in.’

‘And of course you did,’ said Micky scornfully.

‘Yes.’ She looked at him in bewilderment. ‘Why not? I was curious. I’ve never done it before with even one woman, much less two, and I wanted to know what it was like.’

A glint of humour returned to Micky’s vivid blue eyes. He knew very well that he had started all this, set her on the road to sensuality; he had awakened her sexual curiosity, so it was churlish to be shocked, amazed – yes, even downright horrified – to find that she was not at her stuffy restaurateurs’ do but here, taking part in a threesome with two other women. She was right. Why shouldn’t she? It was up to him to enjoy her, and she certainly enjoyed him, but really, if she wanted to
experiment, to broaden her horizons, who was he to tell her otherwise?

Still, there was fun to be had here; fun for both of them in a little play-acting.

Abruptly Micky pushed Venny back against the wall. She hit it with a thump and a gasp of surprise. He followed her, pressing his body hard against the front of hers, staring into her startled eyes from inches away.

Venny could feel Micky’s erection pressing against her. ‘Do you know,’ he said softly, menacingly, ‘what I am going to do with this?’

He brandished the imitation penis under her nose. Venny nearly went cross-eyed trying to look at it. Her eyes went back to his.

‘No,’ she said with feigned wariness.

‘Use your imagination,’ he suggested, then stepped back and hauled her forwards, flipping her deftly over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift. All the air went out of Venny as her midriff hit his hard-muscled shoulder. She often forgot, because he was slim and compactly muscled, just how strong he was, how strong he had to be, to withstand the workload that was an everyday part of being a professional chef. But she was aware of it now, meltingly aware in every sinew and cell of her own body.

Micky went into her bedroom, still carrying her, kicking the door closed behind them. He dropped her across the bed, where she bounced judderingly. He stood over her, watching the quiver of her breasts until
the motion was stilled. Venny looked up at him. She was panting and her breasts rose and fell agitatedly with each quickened breath. She was enjoying herself, eager to see what he would do next, but she had to admit that the three men’s unexpected entrance had been a bit frightening, and she was using the adrenaline rush of fear to stoke the fire of her own lust for gratification, playing the weak and helpless female to his marauding warrior – and enjoying every second of it.

‘Please don’t hurt me,’ she whispered pleadingly, while her eyes danced and played lusty games with his.

‘Maybe I ought to,’ said Micky roughly, playing along too as he tossed the vibrator onto the bed and quickly stripped off his white shirt. Venny gazed admiringly at his sparingly muscled but gorgeously well-toned torso, his strong well-defined arms. Her eyes slipped lower.

‘God, you are such a randy little bitch,’ said Micky, seeing where her eyes were resting. They both looked down. His upright cock was pressing against the material of his trousers with an urgency that surprised neither of them. ‘You want it, don’t you? You want it up you, hard and hot.’

Venny nodded slowly.

‘Say it,’ hissed Micky.

‘I want it,’ said Venny softly, gazing up at him with her eyes all slumberous with desire.

Holding her eyes with his own, Micky undid the button at the waistband of his trousers. With a sharp movement he pulled down the zip on his fly; then he kicked off his shoes and pushed the trousers down
and off. When he straightened he was naked, but one hand concealed his balls and his tumescent cock from her hungry eyes. Cupping himself, Micky came down onto the bed, opening her legs with a rough movement and moving up between them. Exposed and wet with longing, Venny lay there and waited to see what he would do now. Still Micky kept himself hidden from her, and she wanted, wanted desperately, to see him, to touch him.

She reached out as if to do so, but Micky snapped: ‘No. Turn over.’

Hesitatingly, Venny did as she was told. She shivered with a delicious sense of dread at how cold he sounded, how very controlling. Almost brutal. She shivered again, her nipples rising to urgent peaks that tormented her so that as she turned face-down on the bed she rubbed them furtively on the dark red velvet throw that served as a bedcover. Um, she loved velvet. Particularly on her nipples when they were so hard, so desperately in need of stimulation.

‘Say it all. Say you want it up you, hard and hot,’ ordered Micky, yanking two pillows from under the cover and thrusting them under her pubes. Hopelessly aroused, she ground her pudenda into the pillows. ‘And stop that,’ he said. ‘I’m going to pleasure you; I don’t want you pleasuring yourself. Now say it.’

Venny squirmed, feeling his hard furred thighs moving in close behind her where she lay spread-eagled, her bottom hiked up in the air by the pillows. If she was any the less rabid for sex from him she would
have felt incredibly embarrassed. He must be able to see everything – her anus, her snatch, her lust-swollen labia, even surely a teasing glimpse of her clit, swelling hungrily within its little hood.

Suddenly she heard a steady humming start up. She saw Micky reach out for the lubricating jelly she kept on the bedside table, but she couldn’t see what was going on behind her and it was starting to worry her slightly. What was he going to do with her?

‘Say it,’ he ordered again, his voice husky with passion.

‘I want it,’ groaned Venny into the velvet cover. ‘I want it up me, hard and hot.’

‘Take it, then,’ he murmured, and she felt him slip between the widespread cheeks of her bottom. Oh, he was big. Hugely, satisfyingly big, and she wriggled back as far as she could, ready for him, more than ready. Micky easily found the waiting wetness of her and pushed in a little; and as he did so Venny abruptly realised from the strange rubbery feel of him that this in fact was not him at all, that this was the vibrator. She let out a faint moan of protest and pleasure as the steadily thrumming thing went deeper into her, deeper, and suddenly Micky pushed it hard, all the way into her, so that she was filled utterly, and the tiny protrusion at the base of the vibrator pressed firmly upon her clitoris.

She gasped and squirmed as the thing moved against all her most sensitive places, tears squeezing out from between her lashes as she screwed her eyes tight shut, becoming nothing but an entity designed for receiving
sensation. And such sensations. The vibrations from the fake penis seemed to generate sparks from everything it touched. Micky pushed it relentlessly in and out of her, as if this huge cock was his own, as if he personally was fucking her. At every thrust her clitoris was bombarded with startling shafts of pleasure.

Her soft inner walls, flowing with moisture to more ably accommodate this rubbery intruder, were pounded by wave after wave of almost unbearably exquisite feelings. Her G-spot was assailed time after time by the most excruciatingly intense stimulation until she couldn’t bear it a moment longer and her climax gripped her. She screamed once, loudly, and then caught in the grip of her orgasm pushed back in a desperate rhythm to milk every last drop of pleasure from it.