Sensuous Stories (9 page)

“
Lift up your
dress.”

She bunched her dress in her hands and
inched it up to her waist. The air caught in his lungs when he saw
her pussy. It was so smooth, so innocent looking. Just a curving
slit hiding all her treasures. Exactly the same shape as a ripe
peach. He leant forward and with both thumbs, parted her lips. Out
popped her dark pink wrinkled clit shimmering with moisture.

He pushed his index finger slowly into her
and heard a low moan. Just as he thought, she was tight. He moved
his finger in and out and watched her face as she closed her eyes
and tipped back her head. Soon she moved her legs apart and started
fucking his finger, thrusting herself against it. She made little
mewling noises as he pushed in another finger, then another.

When he pulled his fingers out and stood up,
she snapped her head forward with glazed, slack eyes.

“
Take your dress off and sit
on the desk.”

She looked uncertainly at the window.

“
No one can see
us.”

She whipped off her dress in one fluid
movement and sat on the edge of the desk. Her body was like nothing
he’d ever seen, nothing he ever thought he’d want. Her breasts were
even smaller than he imagined with dark brown pointed nipples. She
wasn’t thin thank goodness, just small. As she sat there, blushing
again and glancing at him from under her lashes, he fought the need
to push her across the desk and impale her immediately. Something
about her made him want to see how much she could take, find out
how far she’d go. All that pale skin cried out to be marked and
used.

He opened the draw of his desk, rooted
around and pulled out a condom. “Open your legs.”

Her breath hitched when he stood between her
legs and unzipped himself. His cock sprung out hard and ready. At
the sound of the foil ripping, she jerked.

“
Lay back.”

She stared up at him with her wide blue
eyes. He lifted her legs and spread her wider. “I’m going to fuck
you now. Fuck you hard. It might hurt but you’ll like it,” he said
and thrust into her.

He wanted to rend her, fill her completely
so all she could feel, all she could think about was his cock,
ploughing into her. He wished he had more cocks, that he was some
kind of super being with cocks on demand that could fill all her
holes. He thrust harder, imagining her with his cock up her arse
and in her mouth, pinned, writhing.

She arched her back and whimpered as he
pounded into her. Soon her hips were pushing up to meet him. “Yes,”
she muttered. “Harder, yes!”

Her hands gripped the edge of the desk and
her ankles linked around his neck as he worked her. She was
incredible. Her cunt clutched around him like a fist. He looked
into her eyes then and saw it. She knew what she was doing. The
little girl act was just a put on. He could tell she liked to fuck
and fuck often. As he shot into her he knew it was going to be a
great week.

And it was. She was insatiable. Every
morning she’d come into his office, drop to her knees, unzip his
fly and take him into her mouth. She sucked like she wanted every
drop of semen in him. At morning tea, she’d make him a cup of
coffee and deliver it to his desk then climb onto his lap and fuck
him senseless.

He began to feel he was
caught in some kind of porn movie fantasy.
Cum Guzzling Office Sluts.
Not that
he minded. She stopped wearing knickers so any time he wanted he
could feel all the hot wetness of her cunt or tip her over a chair
and have her. At the end of the day she’d lie across his desk her
legs spread wide while he fucked her. Sometimes she’d beg him to
come all over her tits. The look of her brown nipples covered in
his cream made him hard again almost immediately.

She wasn’t innocent, far from it, but at the
same time that’s exactly what she was. The more he pushed her the
more she was like a child experiencing her first Christmas. When he
thrust into her arse for the first time, she screamed like she was
on a roller coaster. Delight and exhilaration and fear. There was
nothing she wouldn’t do, nothing she refused. He’d never been into
bondage and hitting but now wanted to do that to her, see her
trussed and bruised with his cum all over her.

As the week went on, the feeling of
unreality increased. He spent his days listening to clients beg him
to help them get residency or arrange for their families to apply
for immigration, interspersed with moments of frenzied thrusting
and spurting. His cock felt swollen and his balls tender and
sensitive.

On the Thursday, her second last day, she
sat on his cock riding him, while he sucked hard on her breast and
heard her whimper. He loved that sound. It meant she was about to
come. It shocked him to realise that soon he might never hear her
whimper again.

When his secretary called him with the news
she’d developed pneumonia, he wanted to howl with joy.

“
Can you stay for another
month?” He could hear the begging in his voice but didn’t care when
she smiled and unzipped his fly.

“
Of course. I’d like to stay
permanently. Is that possible? Apart from your gorgeous cock, I
like the work. Although I wouldn’t mind a pay rise. I need to save
my pennies to do some more travelling.”

She pulled out his cock and started
pumping.

“
You’re going overseas
again?” he gasped.

“
Eventually. Wanna come?”
She laughed. “I mean go overseas with me. We could go somewhere
cheap and hot. Would you like that?”

He’d go anywhere with her. “Sure.”

“
Maybe Bangkok. We could
hang out in some of those bars. I could learn how to smoke a ciggie
with my cunt.” She laughed and squeezed him harder. “Those girls
were amazing. I used to wonder what fucking one of them would be
like. Would you like that? Would you like to watch?”

She crouched in front of him and took him in
her mouth as he came with a hoarse cry imagining a golden skin
whore lapping at her cunt.

He fell back in his chair with a sigh.
“Yeah, I’d like that. But maybe we wouldn’t have to go to Bangkok
to do that.” He tried to clear his orgasm addled head while she
stayed on her knees and brushed her cheek against his thigh. “I
know where we could get some girls like that.”

“
Yeah? Cool. I guess you’d
know a lot of people.” She looked up at him and he saw something in
her eyes. Something avid and greedy. “I once knew a guy who said
the best Thai whores ended up in Sydney. Do you know any? You must
have done some application work for some.”

He licked his lips as she stood and climbed
onto his lap.

“
Come on,” she said bouncing
with excitement. “Where?”

“
There’s a place in
Cabramatta. They specialise in Asian girls. They’re very
exclusive.”

“
Do you do the paperwork for
them? You must get freebees in return.” She giggled and bounced
some more on his lap.

“
Yeah. You could say I
assist them with their work flow problems. In fact, there should be
some new girls there this weekend. If you like we could take a
look. I was going to go over and check them out anyway.”

She stilled and pinned him with a sharp
look. Avidity and something else. Something he didn’t
understand.

“
We don’t have to if you
don’t want to . . .”

“
No, no. I want to. Let’s do
it.”

He picked her up outside her apartment in
Marrickville late on Saturday night and drove out through the
western suburbs. It was a depressing drive during the day with
miles of car yards and boxy houses, but at night low menace hung in
the air. Car loads of young men were out, searching for something,
anything to keep the boredom away. They revved at the traffic
lights and peered into the car, sneering at Sandy.

She was quiet but kept shifting in her seat
and tapping against the car window with her finger nails.

“
Are you okay? You seem
nervous. Have you ever been with a woman before?”

“
Yeah, but not like
this.”

“
We don’t have to go ahead
if you don’t want to.”

“
No, I want to.” She shook
herself like a dog coming out of the surf and relaxed back into the
car seat. Turning to him, she smiled as she moved her hand to cover
his fly. She gave him a quick squeeze. “It’ll be fun.”

The house was dark as he cruised down the
street looking for a parking spot. He found one a block away. “Bit
of a walk, but parking’s always tight around here,” he said.

“
It’s fine,” she
muttered.

They walked down the street to the house.
“We’ll go round the back,” he said.

Branches from a huge flowering frangipani
hung over a narrow pathway leading to the back of an anonymous
suburban house. Nowadays he associated that smell with sex and
immediately got hard. He glanced at her and saw her work at her
lower lip with her teeth. Excitement surged through him. He knocked
on the door, knowing the camera above watched them. A soft click
and the door swung open to a dimly lit foyer.

“
This way,” he said to
her.

Turning a corner, they came to a sitting
room where several Asian women sat and stood. Most were naked
although some had skimpy lacy underwear on. Some looked bored and
some, particularly the young ones, looked terrified. He watched
them, trying to decide which one would be suitable.

“
What do you think?” he
said.

Her gaze skittered around the room finally
fixing on one of the scared ones. Long, straight, dark hair and
pale gold skin. The girl flinched and stepped back when Sandy
stretched out her hand to touch her. Another, older woman grabbed
the girl’s arm and spoke some harsh words in Thai, pulling her
forward. David could smell her fear. It was the same smell as his
office, rancid fat and lost dreams. She was one of the youngest
ones. He wanted to tell her they wouldn’t hurt her when a movement
from Sandy distracted him. She opened her purse, took out something
that looked like a tiny mobile phone and said something into
it.

“
What?” he said. “What did
you say?”

“
Now. I said
now.”

The front door slammed open. Somewhere else
in the house he heard thumping and the smash of glass. His heart
thumped painfully in his chest and he desperately wanted to piss as
he watched six cops in overalls and jackboots burst into the room.
The women screamed and tried to run to the back of the house.

He heard Sandy yell something in Thai. Some
of them stopped and quieted down.

He stared at her and saw the avid look in
her eyes again. It wasn’t lust he realised, it was
righteousness.

“
You fucking bitch,” he
whispered. “You set me up. You’re a whore just like
them.”

“
If that’s what it takes,
it’s a small price to pay. Unlike them I only had to fuck you, not
twelve men a night for no money.”

She turned to one of the cops. “Take
him.”

Toward dawn the moans stopped. He heard the
first clang of the day, as two hundred men woke and shifted and
pissed. Six months to go. Six months to think of a blonde,
blue-eyed avenging angel. Two could play at that game.

Finger Painting

“
Have you got it?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’s in.”

She sat across from him on the hard plastic
chair, the sharp edge biting into her bare thighs. The room was
cold and smelled of disinfectant and stale tobacco.

“
Come closer,” he said,
glancing over to the uniformed guard.

She shifted the chair next to him and leant
forward for a kiss. His mouth was hot and wide with the flat taste
of desperation. He worked hard against her lips, drawing her tongue
between his teeth. She pulled away and watched his grey eyes glaze
over with something that wasn’t quite lust and wasn’t quite pain.
Resignation. Maybe he’s realised what he’s lost. Who’d have
thought.

She shifted again, feeling the pressure in
her cunt. He better have a plan to get it out.

“
Take off your coat,” he
said.

She peeled off her dark jacket and smiled as
his eyes flared at the sight of her low cut, tight T-shirt. It
hugged her small breasts, the nipples sharp, distinct tips under
the soft cotton. She knew he liked small breasted women, he’d
fucked enough of them while she’d watched. She hadn’t minded too
much, some of them were gorgeous. Later, as he fucked her, she
would close her eyes and pretend she was the one fucking them, her
cock sliding in and out, glistening and smooth.

He’d hate that. Not that he minded her
fucking other women, but only if he was there and only if she
didn’t come. He was funny like that. He was the only one who was
allowed to get her off and he worked hard at it. Some strange quirk
in his ego, she supposed.

Most of the men she’d been with didn’t care
too much whether she came or not, but he was different. He seemed
to get off on watching her, wasn’t much interested in his own
pleasure until she’d come several times. She thought it was
strange, and asked him about it.

He’d looked at her with eyes empty and cold.
“You complaining?”

“
No,” she’d said and meant
it.

He was good. Early on he’d realised his cock
didn’t do it for her. Too wide and long. She felt nothing as he
thrust into her, all sensation blunted. He took up too much
space.

But his fingers, ah, those fingers! He had
the hands of a painter or a sculptor with long, pliable, graceful
fingers. He would open her wide and work them in, touching every
part of her, discovering every curve and fold. He’d use his finger
tips to lazily trace circles up and down the walls of her cunt,
sliding in deep and then just playing at the entrance as he almost
withdrew. She felt he was discovering something she’d kept hidden,
even from herself. It was as if his fingers were painting a
portrait of her cunt. Or giving her a road map for her own
pleasure.