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Chapter 1

The club was hotter than hell but as the temperature climbed so did the decibels. The mix master segued in a track by Leftfield and the crowd bellowed in appreciation. My two friends were taking their chances on the dance floor but I had had enough. I bought myself another bottle of outrageously expensive mineral water and went through into the chill out lounge. Even here, the ambient music was loud but it was a haven compared to the bear pit outside.

It took a second or two for my eyes to adjust to the subdued lighting and, as they did, I began to think I had made a mistake. Most of the sofas were taken up by couples getting to know one another better and, in one or two cases, not much was left to the imagination. I decided that I would simply call it a night but, as I turned to leave, I saw her. She was alone, her friends now nowhere to be seen, and for the second time that evening I tried to put my finger on what it was that I found so attractive about her.

I usually liked my women petite and she was anything but. She was only a couple of inches shy of my own six foot and her short tight skirt and cropped top gave her a sporty appearance but, as I allowed my look to linger, I could appreciate that she was nicely curved. Her dark hair, now suffering the ravages of the Clubs humid atmosphere, framed a face that was, at the same time, both innocent and worldly. Taken as a whole her features expressed a certain naiveté but her discerning eyes, now turned upon me, betrayed a shrewd intelligence.

She held my gaze steadily and. almost without thinking, I walked over to join her. I gestured towards the door which led through to the Club room.

"Too much for you?"

"Not really my thing."

"I'm Chris."

"Suzanne ..."

It turned out that Suzanne was at the Club on sufferance in much the same way as I was. It further transpired that we shared a love of theatre and the following week she allowed me to take her to see an Athol Fugard revival at the National. After that we became inseparable seeing each other most nights and I began to wonder if I was in love. Suzanne was everything I could have wanted in a woman, intelligent, spirited and, whilst she might not be termed classically beautiful, she had something about her that never failed to turn men's heads. The problem was that I was still only twenty three and Suzanne a year younger. I had always thought that I would use my twenties to see the world and sow my wild oats but here I was giving serious thought to settling down.

After three months I asked her to move in with me. I had my own house, bequeathed to me when my mother and father were tragically killed by an earthquake whilst trekking in Turkey, and I decided that I had rattled around alone in it for too long. I needed to know if this was the real deal but Suzanne surprised me by gently refusing my offer. She did not want to end the relationship but she felt that we needed to slow the pace. In retrospect I guess she was right and looking back I wonder if my offer was simply motivated by sex.

Despite an ever greater yearning on my part Suzanne and I had still not slept together. I knew that she had had some bad experiences in a past relationship but she was not prepared to discuss the details and it was left to me to act the chivalrous knight and tell her that we would only do it when she was completely ready. So, she continued to share a flat with two friends and I formed an ever more intimate relationship with my own right hand.

After a year I knew I was in love and was as certain as I could be that Suzanne felt the same way. It almost felt as if I had regained my virginity and I was now prepared to hold it in trust for her. On my twenty-fifth birthday I asked her to marry me. She accepted my proposal and, to my surprise, she suggested that we went to bed together.

I had often imagined the first time with Suzanne but the reality proved entirely different. Where I had conjured thoughts of joyful animal passion our lovemaking was slow, almost languid, but, as we finally reached a climax together it was the most exultant moment of my life. After that we slept together almost every night with each night much like the first, a slow discovery of one another's bodies leading, sometimes hours later, to orgasms the like of which I could only have dreamt of.

We never discussed her past experiences but I began to get an inkling. Wonderful as our lovemaking was it retained an almost straight laced quality and I wanted Suzanne to trust me enough to broaden our horizons. More particularly I wanted her to go down on me. I was not so crass as to come straight out with it but I thought that if I paid her the favour first she would reciprocate. The problem was that every time I kissed my way south she would shift her body and bring my mouth back to hers.

I had reached the point where I decided that I would have to broach the subject as tactfully as I could when the fateful day dawned. My job as a graphic designer allowed me to work from home and that morning I lazed in bed whilst Suzanne took a shower. When she emerged, with her body seductively wrapped in a short satin night gown, I snuggled down under the duvet so that just my head was visible.

"Think of me while you're out there in the cold."

She hated the cold and I knew that there was a hard frost outside. Trying not to smile she ran at me in mock anger and sprang onto the bed.

"Get up you lazy bugger."

"Nope, I'm staying right where I am."

"Well I'm staying right here too."

So saying, she straddled my upper body, pinning me under the duvet, and I began to struggle playfully. I could not move my arms and so I tried to buck her off but all I managed to do was to shift her a little further forward. Since childhood I have always been a little claustrophobic and for a second or two I felt a mild panic rising. My instinctive reaction was to bridge my body but that was possibly the worse thing I could have done. Shrieking with laughter Suzanne tried to stay put but, try as she might, she slid the last few inches until she was resting on my face. She immediately stopped laughing and for a second or two there was an awkward silence. Panic was still lurking in the recesses of my mind but my thoughts now had a new point of focus. Suzanne retained a reasonably lush growth of pubic hair and at that moment it was nestled directly over my nose and mouth. Almost without thinking I sniffed gently. Her pubis was still damp from the shower and the subtle scent of sandalwood told me that she had been using my favourite shower gel.

Up above me she laughed once more.

"Do you give up?"

The greater part of me wanted to do just that. I could feel a prickle of sweat on my forehead which had nothing to do with the temperature but I was being driven by cruder instincts. I dropped my chin slightly and, opening my mouth, I pushed my tongue into the thicket of dark curls. Suzanne jerked slightly, as though unable to believe what had just happened, and then she remained frozen. I kept my tongue in place for the space of half a dozen heartbeats and then began to move it slowly, almost imperceptibly. I pushed the tip deeper into the undergrowth until I grazed her labia and got my bearings.

Each second I feared that she would take fright but in the closed darkness beneath her I could feel her labia slowly beginning to swell and with that came the first hint of her scent. Emboldened by this modest success I moved my tongue gently through the chasm and then I caught the first sharp taste of her. Somewhere above me she whispered the word "No..." but she did not move away. She hovered barely an inch above me, taking her weight on her knees, as I slowly prised her apart.

Suzanne has very prominent labia and at one time I wondered if she was embarrassed by them but only now, as my tongue went deeper, did I appreciate just how tangible they were. They hugged my tongue with a firm welcome and it was like an invitation to an oasis. She had become wet in an unseemly short time and I swallowed reflexively as a first single drop of her moisture ran over my tongue to coat the back of my throat.

One of the many things about Suzanne that turned me on was the smell of her arousal. It could quickly pervade the room, imprisoning my senses, and was guaranteed to elicit a Pavlovian response from my manhood; but now I could add to this her taste. It was strong, but not in an unpleasant way, and whilst some men will tell you that all women taste the same I knew that it was not true. Yes, I knew that things like diet had a bearing on it but the essence of it is subtly different and that first true taste of her hit the back of my brain like a blow to the head. At the same time my cock strained to an erection so powerful it almost hurt.

She stayed perfectly still, as though unwilling to acknowledge her own highly charged state, but her body could not lie. That first droplet was followed by wet tattoo as I worked my tongue deep inside her and then I gave an involuntary groan as I began to greedily suck at her. Some rational section of my brain told me to move to her clitoris, to try and make this first time as memorable for her as I possibly could but it was overwhelmed but some more primal instinct that had me snuffling like an animal.

In the event, it was of no consequence. In spite of my clumsy approach Suzanne reached an orgasm.

"AAAIIIEEEeeeee..."

It was a keening, animal, sound and with it came fresh flood of moisture and a pounding for my face as she rode out the involuntary contractions. In the silence immediately afterwards it was hard to say which of us was breathing the hardest

Suzanne lifted herself from me almost apologetically and my thoughts immediately turned to my own unfulfilled needs but any hopes I had were quickly dashed.

"Look, I'm sorry, I'm going to be late. We'll talk about this this evening."

With that she picked up her clothes and took them with her into the bathroom. Less than ten minutes later she reappeared fully dressed and made up. She blew me a kiss, said goodbye, and then she was gone. For a moment or two I pondered this gesture and then reasoned that she was hardly going to kiss my face which was coated with a mixture of my perspiration and her outpouring. I closed my eyes and smiled at the progress that had been made. Suzanne could hardly deny that she had enjoyed it and, as I took myself in hand I suspected that the next time I reached an orgasm it would very likely be with her lips fastened tightly around my cock.

That day I could not keep my mind focused on work. I sat in front of the computer in my study but my thoughts kept turning to the mornings' events and I spent most of the time with a burgeoning erection. In the afternoon I determined to be more disciplined but I soon found myself surfing porn sites and waiting impatiently for Suzanne to return. By mid afternoon I gave up and I went downstairs to start preparing dinner. A quick trip to the fishmongers for some salmon and the deli for some fresh pasta and I was ready to be creative. When Suzanne arrived home I greeted her with a glass of chilled Chablis and she set about the simple, but flavoursome, food with a relish. I had prepared a fresh lemon sorbet for dessert and then, after she had gone upstairs to change out of her work outfit, I served coffee in the lounge.

I took it as an encouragement when she came back dressed in the same satin night gown that she had worn that morning but I told myself to take it slowly. She wanted to watch the documentary on the pre-Raphaelites that we had videoed the previous evening and so she sat down on the sofa whilst I sat on the floor and did battle with the VCR. The remote control was playing up and it only wanted to work from close range. After a minute or two everything seemed okay but I was in no hurry to get up from the floor. As the programme started I rested my back against the sofa and idly ran the back of my finger across her bare calf. Under other circumstances the documentary would have interested me but my mind was elsewhere entirely. I grew bolder in my attentions and began to rub the back of her legs whilst seemingly engrossed but if my attention to the TV was feigned Suzanne's most certainly was not. She moved her legs slightly, suggesting that my attentions were an unwanted distraction, but at the same time she reached down and tousled my hair

I gave it a moment or two and then half-turned and gently kissed her on the outside of her knee. If she noticed she did not react and so I pecked a second kiss a little higher up on her thigh. Almost reflexively she drew her leg up out of my reach and hugged her own arms around it as she continued to watch.

My heart began to beat harder and I felt my cock slipping the confines of my under shorts to tent my trousers; if lifting her leg was designed to discourage me it was having completely the opposite effect. I kept my gaze fixed on the screen which suddenly flashed up a still image of Arthur Hughes' portrait of Ophelia. My eyes took in the familiar painting but then, suddenly, my point of focus shifted. I realized that I could see Suzanne's reflected image on the now darkened screen and, more particularly, her sex blatantly displayed.

I guess, more than anything, it was the fact that she was totally unaware that took me beyond breaking point. In a single movement I turned myself and, before she could react, I pressed my mouth against her pubis and began to lick. There was no delicacy about it. I reached under her with broad, feverish, sweeps of my tongue and within seconds her pubic hair was sodden.

For her part Suzanne stayed frozen with shock but then I felt her hand on the top of my head.

"Please ..."

I do not know if it was a plea or an admonition but I was too far gone to care. I worked my tongue inwards and upwards seeking out her clitoris. She applied more pressure and I still did not know if it was a signal to stop or simply to slow down but I was now latched on to my target. My fingers had long since told me that she had a prominent clitoris but I had not realized just how prominent until I paid oral tribute. As I coaxed it from its fleshy home it felt like a child's marble beneath my tongue. It was smooth and firm with distinct hemispheres and, as I deliberately started to tease first one side and then the other,

she began to melt. I could sense her vagina relaxing as she surrendered to my attentions and then I felt something on the back of my hand and I realized that she was dripping. I glanced up and found that she was looking towards the television but it was a glazed look and I revelled in my success.

Her scent enveloped me like an invisible shroud and it heightened my madness. I licked her whole sex, pausing at the apex each time to work her clitoris, and then she began to groan. At first it was an almost inaudible sound at the back of her throat but as she came to the edge it became a mantra which grew ever louder.

"fuck...fuck...Fuck...FUCK!"

Suzanne swore from time to time but I had never heard anything like this and the sheer crudity of it spurred me on. Her body began to spasm and I had a hard time staying with her as she went into freefall. Each time I thought it was over she was wrenched by another aftershock until, finally, she had no more to give.

I turned away from her to get my breath back and I tried, surreptitiously, to adjust my erection which was crying out for some long overdue attention. After a moment or two the silence grew awkward and so I knelt up and opened my arms for a hug. Suzanne had to make an effort to focus but, when she did, I could not read her expression. She looked at my face rather than into my eyes and, for a split second, it seemed like a look of disdain. I immediately dismissed the thought and gave her my best boyish smile. She, for her part, dropped her gaze to my crotch where my own need was self evident.

I was willing her to come to her knees and return the favour, but it was not to be. Instead, she gently but insistently pushed me down onto the floor until I was lying prone and then, in a single movement, she tugged my trousers and under shorts down my legs so that they were bunched around my ankles. It actually hurt my erection as she did it but, even as I opened my mouth to chide her, she straddled my hips and, without preamble, she took hold of my cock and lowered herself onto me. Her pubis was cool and damp but that only served to intensify the sensation as she took me deep inside where the heat of her passion was almost too great.

Her face was set as she worked herself up and down on me. She started slowly but once she had found a rhythm she quickly gained speed until she was bouncing almost painfully. This was not the way I wanted it but at that moment my cock was going to take anything it could get; the only problem was that Suzanne was already approaching her second climax. As it started to take hold I feared that I would be left behind and I reached my hands towards her hips to try and exert some control but she was having none of it. She brushed my hands aside and her movements became even faster. Seconds later she started to pant and then I felt the walls of her sex gripping my manhood. Reading this familiar signal I began to thrust at her as best I could and I started to come just as she reached her own zenith.

When it was over she lifted herself on unsteady legs and allowed me to slip from her. Shattering as my climax had been, after a whole day's anticipation, I knew that I would be good to go again shortly but Suzanne said that she was tired and that she needed an early night. So, it was with disappointment that I waited for her to finish her shower and by the time I had taken my own she was already asleep.

The following morning she had already left for work by the time I awoke and I lay in bed alone with my own thoughts. The previous evening Suzanne had hinted at an animal passion that had hitherto remained hidden and I found the prospect exciting but there came with it a sense of unease. This was the woman I loved, the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, and I had convinced myself that I knew everything about her. At the finish I laughed it off; after all, everything in the garden was rosy and even oral sex was back on the menu.

I made up my mind that, when she came home, I was going to suggest an early night. I was still not prepared to ask her straight out to go down on me but I was sure that, with a little careful contrivance, I could lull her into a little soixante-neuf. In the event she phoned after lunch to say that she was going back to her own flat that evening. I was disappointed but her argument, that she had to pick up her correspondence and organize a change of laundry, was irrefutable. I said that I would come over and pick her up later but she declined on the basis that she needed to mend a few fences with her flatmates who were getting a little pissed off with her for using the place as little more than a walk-in wardrobe.

Things got worse. She had to spend two further nights at the flat to meet a deadline for work. I suggested that she work at my place but she laughed and said there were too many obvious distractions. Having made that argument it was hard for me to turn up at her place unannounced which was one thought that ran through my head. Three nights was the longest we had been apart for many months.

We finally got together for dinner and I could hardly wait to get her out of the restaurant and back to the flat. Once home it became obvious that she had missed me as much as I had missed her. As soon as we were in the hall she locked me in a passionate embrace and we were both half undressed by the time we stumbled into the bedroom. We were still locked together as we fell on to the bed and, as I unceremoniously pulled down her panties, I felt a new charge. They were already sodden and I held onto them a fraction longer than might be deemed polite. Suzanne made a grab for them but, continuing to play the fool, I held them up to my face and took an audible sniff.

For a second or two I thought that I had made a faux pas as Suzanne stopped still and looked at me in an odd way but I was certainly not prepared for what came next. Before I could react she reached forward and grabbed a hank of my hair. I was already off balance and it was a simple matter for her to pull me down. At one moment I was trying to read her expression and the next I sprawled between her parted legs with my mouth on her sex. I needed no second bidding. I put out my tongue and began to lick and I could taste that she had been aroused for quite some time. It made the present task slightly unedifying but as I worked my tongue deeper into the gorge the taste became stronger but fresher.

I wanted to take advantage of this new show of forwardness on her part and I brought my knees up under me as a prelude to shifting my position. I wanted to get my crotch over her face and trusted that she would get the message thereafter. Keeping my tongue deep inside her I made the first move towards crabbing sideways but even as I tried her grip on my hair tightened ever so slightly. I took this as a sign that she was getting close and so I stayed with it but after a few seconds her grip relaxed and there was no other obvious sign of an impending orgasm. I carried on with long licks of my tongue working almost from her anus to her clitoris lapping up the rivulet of saliva and juices that was steadily leaking from her. Minutes passed and, whilst I was enjoying it, my own needs were growing more urgent.

I decided to try again. To start with I turned my head so that I could push my tongue even deeper inside her and this met with a growl of approval but as soon as I tried to straighten myself by twisting my body her fingers tightened in my hair once more. I felt a stab of irrational anger but it passed in an instant and I told myself not to be so impatient. I settled back down between her legs and resumed my duties.

It was hard to judge the passing of time but my tongue was getting tired and, in an inverse relationship, the needy ache in my cock was getting worse. The only thing for it was to bring her to a climax as quickly as possible. I shifted slightly so that I could concentrate on her clitoris but she immediately applied a gentle downward pressure on my head.

"Not yet ..."

She spoke sotto voce and it was hard to read the intonation. A part of me wanted to rebel, not least because my face was sore from having been wet so long, but I also felt proud that she was pleased with my ministrations. I bent to it once more and, if anything, she was wetter still. Over the next few minutes she began to purr and, when I tried for a second time to engage her clitoris, she did not resist.

It was so firm that I could feel the pulse of it and, with a few gentle strokes, she came to a screaming orgasm but the sound was lost to me as her thighs pressed painfully against the sides of my head. She held me so tight that I was wrenched by her every contraction and only when it was finally all over did she release me.

I was definitely not feeling my best. My face was hot and my hair was plastered to my head. Suzanne, by contrast, looked totally alluring. She was still breathing hard and her lips were slightly parted but it was her eyes that captured me. There was a light of lust in them that I had never seen before and her pupils were so dilated that the deep blue irises appeared almost black.

Seeing her like that fired me up once more and I rose up over her. The head of my cock was a livid purple and her mouth had never looked so tempting but no sooner was the thought formed than she reached out and took hold of my erection.

"I want to feel you inside me ..."

In the next few seconds I felt both desire and frustration in equal measure but as she reeled me in, opening her legs wide in the process, I was lost. I entered her with all the subtlety of a rutting stag and pumped like a mad man.

"Yes!...More!...Harder!"

She urged me on, exacting even greater effort, and the sweat dripped from my body.

"Fuck me!"

This was not the Suzanne of old. She took hold of my buttocks, her nails biting in painfully, and I tried harder still. Normally, when I come, I slow down to savour the moment but not this time. I came in a frenzy and kept on going through my own climax until, seconds later, she reached a second orgasm. As I rolled off of her we were both gulping air and I felt shattered. Minutes later my mind was still racing but when I turned to speak to her she was already asleep.

The next morning she had already left the room by the time I awoke. I slowly stretched myself, working some life into aching muscles that I did not know that I had, and then stepped into the shower. My face still felt clammy from the night before and I rinsed my mouth in the running water to rid myself of the dry musty cotton taste resulting from my failure to brush my teeth after our bout of lovemaking.

I felt slightly more human as I sauntered into the breakfast room to find Suzanne eating a slice of toast and reading the arts column of the paper. She smiled up at me as I walked in.

"Morning lover, how are you feeling?..."

Without thinking I ran my sore tongue around the inside of my mouth and her smile immediately broadened.

"...You were insatiable last night."

It seemed an odd choice of words given that her appetite had clearly been the greater but I dismissed it as I took a seat and reached for the sports section of the paper.

"Is there any more toast on the go?"

"After all you ate last night?"

The double entendre took me by surprise, not being her usual style of humour, but I smiled notwithstanding and she immediately got up to slip another couple of slices of bread into the toaster. She was wearing one of her dark business suits which pulled off the trick of being both formal and sexy at the same time but, more particularly, I noticed that she was not wearing pantyhose. She always waited until the very last minute to put them on which meant that she probably had a few minutes in hand. Something had definitely changed in our relationship and I desperately wanted to discuss things with her but I could find no easy way to broach the subject.

I was still staring at her legs, lost in my thoughts, when I realized she was talking to me.

"Is my skirt too short?"

"No, of course not, you look great."

"Then what?...Oh,...did you want something else for breakfast?"

She sat back down but she did not pull her chair under the table. She cocked her head slightly, raised an eyebrow, and slowly parted her legs.

In the next few seconds I underwent a transformation, from rational human being to a Cro-Magnon on heat. My heart was beating like a trip hammer as she smiled and slowly slipped her fresh panties down her legs.

"Come and get it ..."

I was a puppet with someone else pulling the strings as I went down on my knees before her lost in a single moment of depravity. Her sex was lewdly displayed with her dusky pink labia opening like a flower in the sun but the scent was not so much English country garden as jungle tropic. It was difficult to believe that she had become aroused so quickly but I was hardly one to talk. I had an erection that a pole dancer could have used as a tool of her trade.

I moved between her thighs, using my head to nudge her skirt out of the way, and I opened my mouth wide.

"Yessss..."

I felt her hand at the back of my head as, with a single thrust, I pushed my tongue deep inside her.

"...right there!"

Her muscles squeezed my tongue coaxing me towards her g spot and I did the best I could but I was already being reminded of my exertions the night before. The root of my tongue was more sore than I thought but I worked gamely as she gave me further encouragement.

"Do it harder...that's nice...suck it!...now!..I'm coming!"

In the short time it took her to reach a climax my initial blind lust abated and I found myself simply trying to get her there so that I could address my own needs. As soon as it was over I knelt away from her to find her smiling down at me. She picked up a table napkin and began to tenderly wipe her juices from my face and then mopped my glistening forehead.

"Thank you..."

Now was my moment. I stood up in front of her letting my gown slip open to reveal my needy erection and she immediately took hold of it enfolding it in the napkin that she was still had in her hand. It was just inches from her face and I gently, but insistently, pressed forward but she held me just where I was. For the next few seconds we were poised awkwardly; I would draw back slightly and then make another hopeful thrust but Suzanne would not yield. I was getting desperate and was about to ask for what I wanted when I was struck by a most ungentlemanly thought.

As always, Suzanne had applied her makeup impeccably and I was suddenly overcome by the urge to come, not in her mouth, but all over her face. I had seen enough porn movies in my time and the facial cum shot had always struck me as rather corny but that was what I wanted right then. I do not know if it was an empowerment thing or an element of "serves you right" but the mere fleeting thought brought me to the edge. I began to thrust more purposefully against her steady hand until the dam broke but, at that very moment, she used her thumb to deftly flick the napkin over the end of my cock.

I gasped and jerked spastically as I pumped wastefully into the napkin and as soon as it was over she took my limp hand in hers and guided it to my cock. She then got up from the chair, leaving me holding the sodden napkin to my wilting erection, pecked a kiss on my cheek and headed to the door.

"I'll leave you to clean up. I have to rush."

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Chapter 2

She left the house shortly afterwards but I was in a daze for some time to come. It was not that I felt cheated per se, after all I had not made my wishes clear, but I did feel, in some way, short changed.

I could not concentrate on work for the remainder of the morning and my frustration grew so great that I phoned Suzanne to see if we could meet for lunch. She said she would have loved to but she was already booked to meet clients and she further compounded my misery by saying that she had to go back to her flat that evening.

I slept badly that night and another less than productive day passed with each ensuing hour seeming longer than the last. I knew what I wanted to say and rehearsed a hundred different ways of saying it but none of them seemed right. In the end I reminded myself that we were in love and I should be able to say anything I wanted.

When Suzanne finally arrived I bit the bullet. After a welcoming hug and kiss I led her by the hand to the sofa. Her expression told me that she thought something was wrong but she relaxed when I sat down next to her and gave a reassuring smile.

"Suze, I want to talk about yesterday morning."

For a second or two she seemed lost but then memory served and her eyes twinkled mischievously.

"Certainly a nice start to the day.|"

"It's just that..."

Her expression changed in an instant to one of concern.

"I'm sorry! Was I too forward?"

"No, of course not."

I squeezed her hand gently and she relaxed again.

"I know that some guys don't like to do it... but you really seem to enjoy it."

The conversation was veering from the course that I had in mind but at least we were having a discussion.

"Of course I do. I love you. I'd do anything for you..."

She gave me a heart melting smile and I pressed my advantage.

"...and I thought that you would do anything for me."

"I would...except..."

She paused for a moment, seemingly lost for words, but then picked up again.

"...I thought we were okay, you know, as we were...but then you seemed so insistent, I didn't want to deprive you."

Her reply was not one that I had allowed for in my many rehearsals for this conversation and I blurted my response.

"Don't you like it?"

"Of course I do silly. Can't you tell?"

The truth was that I suspected that she enjoyed better orgasms when I went down on her than when I actually entered her which, whilst in one sense flattering, was, in another, deflating. I decided to go for broke.

"Have you had a problem?...You know...With other men."

What followed was probably the most awkward silence that had ever passed between us. For fully a minute she looked deep into my eyes and it felt as though she was searching out my soul. When she finally spoke she was choked up and she made a couple of false starts.

"When I was a teenager I had...problems...with my stepfather."

I tried to fill in the blanks.

"He forced himself on you?"

"He tried, on and off for about two years. I always managed to fend him off but I could not tell my mother. It would have devastated her...or so I thought."

"One evening, he cornered me in the kitchen. Mum was out and he had been drinking. It was the first time he ever exposed himself to me...then he grabbed my hair and forced me down to my knees..."

She could not continue. For a few moments she sobbed into my shoulder and then she found her voice again.

"...I was screaming so loud he didn't hear my mother come back. She summed it up in an instant and she didn't hesitate. She hit him just once but she used a cast iron saucepan. He went out for the count."

At this point in her story she smiled and then laughed a little.

"I had been afraid for so long and my mum solved all my problems with a single blow. She locked him in the kitchen and called the police but by the time they arrived he'd gone through the window and neither of us has ever seen him since."

As I gently stroked her hair I felt relief. Her reluctance was now fully understandable but I was certain that I could win her round eventually. We sat quietly for the next quarter of an hour with me continuing to sooth her and then I asked quietly.

"Do you want me to stop doing it?"

Her reply was not quite what I had expected. She freed herself from my embrace and in a single movement she lounged back against the arm of the sofa and lifted her leg onto the seat. This served to ruck up her skirt and I found myself staring between her legs. She waited a couple of seconds for the surprise to register and then, with studied deliberation, she used her immaculately manicured nails to shred her pantyhose and pulled her translucent pink panties to one side.

I could not help myself, I could not think, I was drawn to her like filings to a magnet. As I bowed down between her legs I was conscious that she was still in clothes that she had worn for the whole day but I was not put off. Her sheer brazenness excited me and overcame any qualms I might have had. As I closed my mouth over her sex the remnants of her hose snagged on the tiny bristles of my five o'clock shadow but, following her own lead, I ripped them aside and started to devour her.

She was incredibly aroused and her taste quickly filled my mouth. At first it was strong,, almost unpleasant, but as I slipped my tongue inside her flow was hotter and fresher and I swallowed greedily. At some point the awkwardness of her panties grew too great and she pushed me away for a second or two until she had divested herself of them in a frenzy of limbs. Once free, she opened her legs even wider and pulled me back into place.

I went back to work but her pubic hair, now free of restraint, slowly uncoiled and tickled my nose bringing with it the fusty odours of the day. Once again nagging doubts about the equilibrium of our relationship seeped insidiously into my mind but I was about to reassert myself with the mother of all erections.

I used my thumbs to open her up and set upon her engorged clitoris. Within a few seconds, her body began to shudder and then, to my astonishment, she ejaculated. A gush of moisture hit me square in the face followed quickly by another more copious jet. My instincts made me recoil but she held my head anxiously.

"Not yet!"

She pulled me back into her using her own fingers to rub her clitoris as she continued to come coating my face with her outpouring. When she was finally spent moisture was literally dripping from my face and I wished that I had a towel to hand but I was not prepared for what came next. As I slowly rose from between her thighs she grabbed the front of my shirt and drew me towards her. We remained posed with our faces just inches apart and then she licked me. She was like a cat, running her tongue slowly over my whole face, and at the back of her throat she sounded a pleasurable growl.

I have had my share of girlfriends and I like to think of myself as a man of the world but nothing could have prepared me for this act of wanton behaviour. My erection, already straining, seemed to swell to even greater proportions but then with a sudden tightening of my balls I started to come. For a second or two I tried to fight it back but it was far too late. I felt myself pumping endlessly as a warm wet stain started to discolour my trousers. I was shamefully reminded of the wet dreams I had as a schoolboy and I felt my face flushing with embarrassment.

"Get undressed. Let's see if we can coax him back to life ..."

Her tone was gentle, sympathetic, but I found it hard to meet her eyes. I took off my shirt and then peeled my sticky pants down my legs. I wanted to shower, to get clean and make a fresh start but Suzanne had other ideas. She quickly removed the remainder of her own clothing and drew me back onto the sofa. I lay on top of her as we started to kiss and she scissored her legs around my waist. Under other circumstances this would have been enough to excite me but my climax had taken more out of me than I realized. I tried valiantly but my manhood could only make a half-hearted effort to rise to the occasion. She sensed my unease and, as she relaxed her legs, she whispered playfully in my ear.

"There's no rush...we've got all night."

"Just give me a few minutes ..."

"Okay...but while we're waiting..."

She slid from under me, moving upwards so that she was perched on the arm of the sofa with her legs spread and where, at one moment, my mouth had been on hers it was now scant inches from her sex.

"Come and lick me ..."

I was to become very familiar with that phrase in the weeks to come. If anything our lovemaking grew in intensity during that period but it somehow became assumed that I would always go down on Suzanne as a prelude to penetrative sex. Nor was this simply foreplay; she wanted to be brought to climax before we began in earnest and, at her most relaxed, it could sometimes take more than half an hour to make her come. If I am truthful, I found it a little irksome but I did not begrudge her. She started to drop subtle hints that the door had closed on her past and that, by implication, another door was opening on a brighter future in which her inhibitions would be shed.

I think that, subconsciously, I formed the idea that if we were finally married then her fears, however they were grounded, would all be calmed. To that end I pressed her to name a day but she refused to be hurried. She made the very valid point that I had yet to meet her mother, who had returned to live in her native Argentina after the formalities of a divorce from Suzanne's stepfather, and it was difficult to get her to commit to a visit. Whilst I could rationalize this I found it less easy to come to terms with Suzanne's refusal to move in with me in the interim. She said that when she did move in she wanted it to be into her marital home but I was damned if I could see the difference.

When I reviewed things in the cold light of day I knew that I should have been more than happy. I was engaged to a beautiful woman with whom, with one notable exception, I was enjoying wonderful sex and there were other things besides. Suzanne had introduced me to her circle of friends which was much larger than my own and I revelled in her popularity. Everyone loved her and, amongst the males, I was sure that I detected a friendly jealously which only served to boost my ego.

The other, unexpected, bonus was the boost to my income. Suzanne's job on the magazine had opened the door to all sorts of new contacts and I was now receiving more challenging and lucrative commissions. I was even considering renting a bigger studio and taking on an assistant and, in truth, this new found ambition gave me more of a buzz than I could have imagined.

I decided that I should be thankful for what I had and that showing a little more patience was not too much to ask of myself – but my castle of dreams was about to come tumbling down.

It started with the resignation of Suzanne's editor. At first this seemed like a wonderful development as it left the door open for Suzanne to apply for the vacancy but there was a stumbling block in the shape of Gillian. She had been a colleague of Suzanne's for nearly two years and it was clear to the whole staff that they were the only two who were realistically in the running. The overnight change from friends to potential rivals put a strain on Suzanne. She started to get stressed and our love life suffered. We would cuddle for hours as I tried to comfort her but she could not get in the mood for sex.

We had gone seven days without making love, which easily qualified as our longest ever fallow period, when Suzanne came to the house in a foul mood. I guess that physical frustration had something to do with it but I lost my temper and told her to pull herself together. For the next half an hour we tore into one another, and I said things that I would later regret, but I badly underestimated the strength of her feelings.

"If you're going to be such a total shit then perhaps it's time we took a break from each other."

In the following few seconds a myriad of confused thoughts entered my mind.

"Suze...you don't mean that."

As if to prove her point she rose quickly from the sofa and reached towards her discarded jacket.

"Suze!..." I stretched out to take hold of her wrist "...You're tense, you just need to relax."

She paused to look at me with the spark of anger obvious in her eyes.

"Let me use your face."

"What?"

"You said I need to relax, let me use your face."

I was in no doubt about what she meant but she had never before asked anything of me in such an offensive manner. My immediate instinct was to swear at her but then it occurred to me that she might be goading me. If I were to resort to expletives then she could flounce out having taken charge of the moral high ground. I fought down my anger and decided that, galling as it might be, I would play her at her own game.

Without another word I knelt down in front of her and, reaching up under her skirt, I tugged her pantyhose and panties down her legs in one piece so that they hobbled her ankles. I was betting that she was bluffing and now I had called it. There was a long silence as I waited for her to make the next move fully expecting her to kneel down and give me a conciliatory hug. It never came.

With slow deliberation she kicked off her shoes and stepped out of her underwear.

I wanted to see the look in her eyes but I dare not look up. I had already abased myself and I was afraid of what I might find. Without another word she put her hand behind my head and, with the other, she lifted her skirt. I was confronted with the all too familiar sight of her thick black triangle of curls and, within, the proud protuberance of her labia.

She held me there for a second or two, as if allowing me to appreciate a shrine, and then she stepped forward. There was no subtlety. In a single graceful move she pulled my head back and then she settled on my face.

I was aware of several things at once; the immediate strain on my neck, the coarseness of her pubic hair as it chaffed my skin but most noticeable of all the fact that she was extremely aroused. She shifted her position so that her sex was over my mouth and, in doing so, I was smeared with her sap.

I was overwhelmed by conflicting emotions. On the one hand the macho part of my nature wanted to push her away but, on the other, her audaciousness was pushing buttons and I was already coming to erection.

There was no way back but at least there was the prospect of making love at long last at which point I hoped our argument would be forgotten. I stretched my tongue and lapped at her as best I could but the awkwardness of my position made it a clumsy effort. Nevertheless, it seemed to have the desired effect.

"Yessss!...lick me!"

She started to move, at first almost imperceptibly as she applied more pressure and spread herself so that I had access to her inner lips and then more determinedly as she grew more demanding.

"Get your tongue inside me!"

It was as though she was seeing how far she could push me and whilst, instinctively, I knew I should have drawn a line there was something oddly comforting and somehow exciting about relinquishing the decision making process.

I pushed my tongue inside and was almost choked by her tart outpouring before I regained control of my gag reflex but she was heedless of my discomfort.

"That's it!...Don't stop!"

In fact I was doing very little. In her excitement she had bent my head even further back and it was all I could do to stay with her. At some point she had released her skirt and I was now trapped in a hot steamy darkness where every breath seemed heavy with her moisture. For some minutes she seemed content to rock herself gently back and forth, groaning in contentment every now and again, but the pain in my neck was becoming too much to bear.

She must have realized that I had reached the limit because her movements suddenly became more urgent. My tongue was now slack, held in place only by her tensed muscles but she now had a new focus. She rode herself upwards so that she could use the bridge of my nose to apply pressure to her clitoris and, seconds later, she started to come.

It was a frenzied climax that threatened to do permanent damage to my neck but, even before it was over, she relaxed her grip on the back of my head and took a step back. She made no move to lift her skirt. Instead, she held the side of my face against her sex as she strove to bring her breathing back under control. Her scent was strong, almost unpleasantly so, and I could feel a trickle of moisture on my cheek.

I could wait no longer, Notwithstanding a half hearted attempt to keep me in place I struggled to my feet and used my handkerchief to wipe off my face. I hoped to see something of a guilty conscience in her expression but she looked like the cat that got the cream. I could not help myself, I resorted to sarcasm.

"Fully relaxed now?"

"Not quite. Take a couple of minutes break and then we'll see if you can do it again."

And I did. She undressed fully, sat comfortably on the sofa, and I went to work between her legs. It took an age and when it was finally over she consented to make love and it was my turn to be selfish. I came quickly, almost forcefully, and afterwards I immediately regretted it. Suzanne said nothing but her disdain was self evident.

The following night I tried to apologize but she her mood had hardly cooled. Somehow, I found myself guilted into performing cunnilingus on her, with no thought of my own satisfaction, and that became the pattern of things for the next few days. She was always too tired for coitus but expected me to help her "relax".

I knew I was a fool, but even a besotted fool has his limits. Something had to change...and it did.

[xtreme]

Chapter 3

Suzanne broke the news that Ruth, her New York managing editor, was flying over to spend a couple of weeks in the London office. It was obvious that she was coming to cast a personal eye over the two potential candidates and it increased the strain that Suzanne felt that she was under.

In the middle of the second week she caught me off guard by announcing that Ruth wanted to take the pair of us to dinner. Apparently, Ruth liked to meet partners so that she could get a more rounded picture. Whilst I was not averse to this part of the process I was a little concerned that I might turn out second best to Gillian's fiancé. From what Suzanne had told me he was a City high-flyer who had turned name dropping into a high art.

Suzanne soothed my ego by telling me that Ruth liked to mix with more arty types and that my background was a positive advantage. Nevertheless, I still found something intimidating about Ruth when we were finally introduced. She was not as brash as some Americans that I had met but I was left in no doubt who had hold of the reins.

Suzanne had described her well. She was about average height and kept herself in shape. I knew she was in her late thirties but she could have knocked ten years off her age if asked and got away with it. She made no attempt to play down her Jewish heritage, if anything, she made an advantage of it. She was good looking, not a natural beauty, but she used cosmetics to great effect. She used a bright red lipstick which, on someone else, might have looked tarty, but, when set in contrast with her large dark eyes and perfectly sculpted eyebrows a pleasing balance was struck.

Throughout the meal she was easy company and her questions, whilst probing, were not intrusive. She had a clever way of appearing slightly naïve and she coaxed answers in a disarming way.

She had chosen the restaurant of the hotel in which she was staying and, after the meal, she invited us to take coffee in her suite with its spectacular views across the park to Kensington palace.

I thought that the evening had gone well, and was quietly congratulating myself, when Ruth turned the conversation back to business.

"Suzanne, I'm sorry to impose, but I didn't get a chance earlier this evening, do you think you could pop downstairs and make sure everything is okay for tomorrow morning."

"Of course, no problem, Chris can have another coffee."

After the splendid meal we had just enjoyed I thought that it was stretching a point to remind Suzanne that she was still on duty but she seemed genuinely happy to help. The magazine was hosting a marketing seminar at the hotel first thing in the morning and the conference room, audio visuals and buffet menu needed a final check.

As Suzanne left the room I was slightly uneasy. I had no wish to answer questions without her being present but Ruth smiled pleasantly.

"I hear that you are quite talented."

I wondered if this was a loaded question. We had not discussed my graphic design contributions to the magazine and I was not altogether sure if Ruth approved of Suzanne bringing me on board.

"I make a living."

"I think you misunderstand me. There's a lot of girl talk around the office

...sometimes one overhears."

"I'm sorry?"

"Chris, let's be frank. You know that I had dinner with Gillian and her fiancé and I must tell you that I found him to be a most impressive young man, a little overbearing but someone who knows what he wants. Now I find you to be equally capable, in your own way, but how are you going to give yourself the edge?"

I was not sure where this was going; did she want me to offer my design services at some sort of discount rate? She registered my puzzlement and then seemed to reach a decision.

We were sitting opposite one another on a pair of matching sofas and, before I could appreciate what was happening, she stood up and unfastened her dress. The black silk hissed to the floor and she stood proudly in a very expensive matched pair of bra and panties with her legs sheathed by dark stay up stockings.

Once or twice during the meal I had cast a surreptitious glance at her impressive cleavage but I could now see that her breasts were even fuller than I had painted them in my imagination. Having taken in the view I cast my eyes down guiltily but I found myself admiring her legs which were accentuated by a pair of stiletto heeled Jimmy Choo's

"Now, Chris, if what Suzanne tells her friends is true then you have a very talented tongue. For my part, I have not had sex since I arrived in London, and, to be quite honest, I am dripping. Perhaps you ought to think of it as an oral test."

I was totally stunned. Ruth was not unattractive, albeit somewhat older than my usual tastes, but she was Suzanne's boss!

"Ruth, don't get me wrong, you are a very beautiful woman, but Suzanne and I are serious about one another."

"And so you should be. She is a very desirable young lady, and, if you please me, she might well find herself to be our London editor."

My mind was in turmoil and the room suddenly felt several degrees warmer. I could feel my pulse pounding in my temples and, for a brief moment, I thought I might faint. The last thing on earth that I wanted was to be unfaithful but was it a greater betrayal not to secure the job for Suzanne?

Ruth seemed to read my mind. She sat back down on the sofa and spread her legs.

"I'm not asking you to make love to me. I just want to make use of that cute little mouth of yours."

I stood for a moment, desperately seeking salvation, and then took half a pace forward.

"Ruth, you have to get dressed, Suzanne might be back at any moment."

She smiled and looked at me as though I was a simpleton.

"There are one or two unforeseen "difficulties" with tomorrows function. Suzanne will be back when I phone down to the manager and let him know I am satisfied...if you'll pardon the pun."

She had me by the balls and she knew it.

"Suzanne will never know?"

"Of course not. We have a professional relationship to maintain."

In the next few seconds I twisted my thinking to fit the circumstances,: if I did this one thing then Suzanne would get what she most desired and we could get our love life back on track. Hopefully, she would even be prepared to name the day.

My heart was heavy as I moved towards Ruth but I told myself that it was just five minutes out of my life which would guarantee the future that I dreamed of. She, for her part, recognized my submission, and there was a glint of triumph in her eyes.

"Kneel down."

I went to my knees between her legs and I could see that she had not been joking. The crotch of her panties was dark with moisture and, even as I watched, the stain grew more obvious. She made no move to remove them and so I reached forward tentatively.

"No hands."

She smiled as she said it but there was no doubt that she was serious. I sighed, dropped my arms, and leant forward. I opened my mouth and she laughed as I clumsily tried to get a grip of the delicate waistband. She closed her legs slightly to make my task a little easier but as I started to peel them down I was breathing through my nose and her scent almost overwhelmed me. She had clearly been aroused for hours and the only surprise was that I had not noticed before that moment. It was a musky, almost exotic, odour which seemed to hint at her Middle Eastern heritage.

She brought her feet together so that I could remove her panties altogether and then she opened her legs once again. I took a deep breath and braced myself. Her pubis was fringed by a dark, immaculate Mohican. It was about an inch and a half wide at the top and then tapered almost to a point at the base of her sex. The flesh to either side was completely bare and I guessed that she used electrolysis and an expensive depilatory. There was no doubt that it was very high maintenance and I had certainly never seen such a perfect result outside of an airbrushed photograph. But that did not make my task any easier.

As I drew closer I saw that the dark streak was glistening and I wondered if she applied some sort of oil but then I realized that it was simply the product of her extreme arousal.

"Keep your eyes open. I don't go to all this time and expense not to be appreciated"

I had closed my eyes without a thought and I was surprised that she had noticed. I put out my tongue and gave a first tentative lick. Her pubic hair was more springy than it at first appeared and, as I ran my tongue over it, it yielded moisture like dewy grass. The taste of her was in keeping with her scent. It had a sharp tang that bit at my tongue before rounding out into a rich peaty taste at the back of the throat.

I pressed firmly, seeking out her labia, but I was surprised to find that she had a tight, almost childlike, slit. I knew that she was sexually mature, having had two husbands who had both subsequently been sacrificed on the altar of her career ambitions, and I suppose that I expected something more yielding. I continued to lick over her mound and it seemed to work the trick.

"MMMmmmm...Chrissie...your fiancée wasn't lying...you are a clever little boy."

Buoyed up by this modicum of success I pointed my tongue and tried to work it inside at which point she opened like a flower. It happened quickly, almost like time lapse photography, at one moment her sex was virginally coy and the next it was fully open to my tongue.

This unveiling brought with it a fresh outpouring of her juices and added to the heady scent that already filled my nostrils but I took no time for pause. I licked at the pink gash that was revealed only breaking my rhythm to swallow from time to time.

"Do I taste nice?...Of course I do...Drink it all up baby..."

Once or twice I ventured upwards but she was not having it,

"Take your time honey...you're bringing me nicely to the boil"

So saying she slipped her hand inside her bra cup and I sensed, rather than saw, that she was rubbing her nipple. For my part I fixed my attention on the small tattoo which she had just above her pubis. Close to, I could see that it was a red, smiling, imp complete with tiny devils horns and a trident. I guess that it was supposed to be in good humour but I could not shake the irrational notion that the malevolent little bastard was mocking me.

"Now Chris..."

I knew what she wanted. She slipped down slightly, opening her legs wider still, so that her clitoris invited my attention. The nub of flesh was small, and certainly less prominent than Suzanne's, but her reaction, as I started to lick, suggested that there might have been some compensation in having that wonderful bundle of nerve endings concentrated in a smaller area. She went off almost immediately draping her legs over my shoulders so that she could pull me closer.

"Yesss!....Don't stop!...Suck it!"

I tried hard but her movements had become so frantic that I was no more than a passenger as she rode the roller coaster of her orgasm. Fortunately she did not seem to care. She slumped her head and then laughed.

"Holy shit! That was fucking marvellous."

I could have happily strangled her. At least my travails with Suzanne were taking place within the context of a formal relationship whereas Ruth had simply used me and everything in her demeanour was designed to let me know it. She still had her legs splayed across my shoulders as she came down from on high and I was left to try and clean myself as best I could with my handkerchief.

At long last she reached for the telephone and I cast a surreptitious glance at my watch. I was horrified to find that I had been down on my knees for the best part of half an hour.

"This is suite four. Put me through to the duty manager...Hi, yes everything is fine, but there's an extra hundred in it for you if can spin it out for another twenty minutes."

"Whatever you are thinking...don't"

The words were out of my mouth even before the phone was back on the hook.

"Don't be a spoilsport Chrissie...I can see Suzanne's name on the editors door right now. The view is just a little hazy but I'm sure that one more orgasm will clear the picture."

With that she used the weight of her legs to draw me in, assuming my inevitable submission, and I meekly put out my tongue.

By the time Suzanne finally returned Ruth was dressed and had her make-up fixed and I just had time to sluice myself down in the bathroom. I felt as though the guilt was radiating from me but ironically it was Suzanne who was offering profuse apologies for taking so long.

"I'm so sorry..."

"No problem, Chris has kept me amused, you just give him a subject and he can give tongue to it."

We took a cab home and it was clear that Suzanne felt that I had made a good impression. I hoped that my reward would come in bed but she pleaded tiredness after a long day and I contented myself with spooning up against her naked back. I found it hard to drop off and my mind kept returning to thoughts of Ruth. Eventually, I got up to get a drink of water and when I returned it was to find that Suzanne was asleep on her back having sprawled herself across the whole bed. For a few moments I contemplated her naked form in the half light and I was filled with a warmth that only true love can bring.

Without thinking I bent between her legs and slowly began to lick. I suppose it was a form of catharsis, a way to try and rid myself of the guilt I felt over Ruth. The familiarity of the unruly nest of curls was oddly comforting and, as I gently ministered to her she rested a sleepy hand on the back of my head. My tongue was sore and so I stopped every now again only to resume with the same gossamer touch. I made no attempt to push inside and simply contented myself with caressing her labia. At some point she began to leach moisture, almost like a fine perspiration, and I collected it on my tongue and swallowed it as though it was precious ambrosia. Time seemed to stand still but the dawn chorus had started when she finally shivered into a deep, lazy, orgasm that barely disturbed her sleep.

The next morning we travelled into the office together. Suzanne had connected me with a major advertiser who was going to run an expensive campaign in the magazine. I had done some work for them previously and now they were paying for my advice on the lay out and positioning of the new ads.

Suzanne kissed me goodbye outside her office and I made my way up to the next floor to the board room. The clients were already there and we exchanged pleasantries whilst we awaited the arrival of the magazine's advertising manager. I was a little taken aback, therefore, when Gillian came into the room.

"I'm sorry to keep you gentleman. Unfortunately Dana has phoned in sick but I'm sure that I can cover all of the issues."

I had met Gillian on a number of occasions but this was the first time since she and Suzanne had become potential rivals. I must admit that this made me a little uneasy but, in the event, she was the consummate professional. In fact I would have to say that she did a remarkable job for someone filling in at such short notice and the clients were clearly impressed. This was helped, in part, by her sheer presence.

The magazine Christmas party had had a film star fancy dress theme and, with a clever application of lipstick and a little judicious padding, Suzanne had made a more than creditable job of impersonating Angelina Jolie in Lara Croft mode; but Gillian had outdone everyone as Renee Zellweger's Bridget Jones.

Suzanne bears a strong resemblance to Angelina but with Gillian the resemblance to Renee is almost uncanny. She has the same blonde hair framing a face in which her chipmunk cheeks almost cause her eyes to close when she smiles, which she does a lot of the time, showing her perfect teeth. In reality Gillian is some pounds heavier than the film character but she always wears expensive tailored clothes which serve to show off her body to its advantage.

During the course of the meeting she had flirted playfully when it suited her purposes and the clients were putty in her hands. I wondered, not without a little jealousy, if Suzanne adopted similar tactics if the need arose but we had agreed, from the outset, that, because of the ethical considerations, I would have no direct dealings with her on matters pertaining to my work for the magazine. I had, therefore, never seen her in action.

As the secretary ushered us from the board room at the close of the meeting Gillian called me back.

"Chris, could you spare me a couple of moments?"

I told my colleagues that I would catch up with them later and sat down again. Gillian came round to my side of the table and took the seat next to me.

"I understand that your meeting with Gillian went well."

I said nothing and waited for her to continue.

"I've decided to ask Suzanne to step aside."

She must have seen the instinctive flash of anger in my eyes.

"Hear me out. Claudette's husband is running for mayor next year and I know that she is going to resign so that she can support his campaign. That means that there will be a vacancy for an editor in Paris and Ruth has always made it clear that she wants the European titles to be run by Europeans."

I suddenly felt very uneasy. The prospect of Suzanne working abroad had never occurred to me.

"So why don't you stand aside and wait for the Paris vacancy?"

She looked at me as she appeared to ponder this for a moment and I felt as if she was looking into my mind.

"I suppose I could...Paris is generally considered to be the most prestigious of the European titles...wouldn't you like Suzanne to have it?"

The honest answer was no. Unlike Suzanne I could not speak French nor did I have any great love for the French as a people. The idea of relocating held absolutely no appeal and I knew that if I was engaged in a long distance relationship I would be eaten up with jealousy.

Gillian smiled, as though I had expressed these thoughts out loud, and then spoke again without waiting for my answer.

"Well, I suppose I could be induced ...why don't you try and tempt me...I understand that you have wonderful powers of oral persuasion."

I wondered if I had heard correctly but the look of the wicked amusement in her eyes left no room for doubt. I felt a tight knot in my stomach. I am as guilty as the next man of bragging about my sexual prowess amongst friends but I wondered just what Suzanne had disclosed about our love life and to whom.

I remained frozen for the next few seconds until Gillian grew impatient.

"The door is over there. Either go through it or lock it. It's up to you, Paris or London?"

As she said it she parted her legs and allowed her short skirt to ride up. Her legs were nicely tanned and she had eschewed pantyhose but I was stunned to see that she was not wearing panties either. The thought, that she had been like that throughout the whole meeting just feet away from me, was guiltily arousing.

Yet again I faced a moral dilemma. If I did what Gillian so obviously wanted Suzanne would get the London job but would she want the Paris job even more were she to become aware of the possibility? In the end my selfishness got the better of me. I got up slowly, walked to the door, and slipped the lock.

When I turned back to her she was smiling broadly.

"Let's just hope that you're as good as I hear you are."

"How do I know you'll keep your word?"

"You don't. You'll just have to trust me."

It was galling. Given a choice Gillian was almost certain to go for the more prestigious of the two jobs but I could not take the chance. I tried to muster as much dignity as I could before going down to my knees but Gillian was struck by a new idea.

"Wait!" She got up from the chair and unfastened her skirt allowing it to fall to the floor. Then, with a grace that her size belied, she eased herself up onto the boardroom table.

"I'll be able to picture this moment when Suzanne hosts her first editorial board meeting."

She leaned back, taking her weight on her forearms and opened her legs wide and I appreciated, for the first time, just how voluptuous she was. She had the toned thighs of a woman who exercised regularly but the deep creases which formed the plateau of her pudenda suggested that she would never quite convert all her body fat to muscle. Likewise, now that she had propped herself up, her clothes could no longer fully disguise the hint of plumpness around her waist.

I am not normally drawn to larger women but seeing Gillian like that I began to see what the attraction might be.

"Come on, I haven't got all day."

In keeping with her general physique her sex itself seemed larger than life. At some point she had had a Brazilian but she was allowing the hair to grow back in and her pubis was dressed with a fine haze of blonde hair that caught the overhead lights. Her long labia were already swollen and were slightly parted to reveal a glistening coral interior.

I readied myself and bowed down between her legs catching the, by now familiar, scent of a woman who had been aroused for a long time. I was left to wonder just how premeditated all this had been. Was she so sure of herself? Did she know, every time she caught my eye during the meeting, that at the end of it she would have that same face down in between her thighs?

I drew nearer and it quickly became clear that she was going to wring every ounce out of the situation.

"Kiss it...gently."

I did as she asked pecking tiny kisses across her whole mound.

"Good boy...now lick...keep it gentle."

I guessed that she wanted me to focus my attention on her labia and so I licked along each one in turn using just the tip of my tongue.

"That's nice...keep doing that."

I continued, running my tongue over the slick folds of flesh, feeling them yield at my passing, and then swelling once more as though in contentment. No further orders came for some minutes and I kept to my task with only the occasional "Oh Yes!" from Gillian to punctuate the stillness in the room.

"...use your lips"

I turned my head so that I could take each of her labia, in turn, between my lips and then, having stretched them very slightly, I used my tongue to arouse them once more. She seemed to like this and she cast her eyes heavenwards as she surrendered to the stimulation.

I was stooped awkwardly and my neck was beginning to ache but despite her apparent hurry earlier on she was certainly intent on taking a more leisurely approach now.

"...inside...slowly..."

I was pleased to be able to change my position, if only slightly, as I braced my tongue and pushed gently but firmly against her inner lips.

"...more...all the way..."

I pressed more deeply and was rewarded with a rivulet of moisture which oozed from her to dribble down my chin.

"...eat me..."

Keeping my tongue in place I opened my mouth wide and clamped myself to her. I could do little more than wiggle my tongue slightly but this seemed to have the desired effect as my mouth quickly became filled with the taste of her.

She kept me like that for some minutes but my discomfort quickly grew. My jaw began to protest and I could feel beads of sweat forming at my temples. In part this was due to the mild claustrophobia induced by valley of her powerful thighs in which I was forced to labour.

"...you know what to do..."

I took this as an instruction to finish her off and I was pleased to be able to close my mouth as I used my tongue to seek out her clitoris.

"...there!...that's it!...not too quickly!"

The tiny pleasure dome had already shed it's fleshy cloak and, following her instructions, I licked slowly. I worked patiently, sensing that she was inevitably approaching the point of no return, and then I froze. Behind me someone was trying the door.

"Don't stop!"

She pressed a hand to my head and held me with her thighs just to reinforce the message.

I increased the tempo, desperate to get free, and she immediately started to respond to the faster, more positive, movement of my tongue.

"...Yesss!...More!...Do it!"

With each exhortation she squeezed my head more tightly until, finally, the dam broke. Her ample body began to rock with the rhythm of her convulsions.

"Don't move!...Suck it!"

There was little choice my mouth was being squeezed hermetically to her sex and it was swallow or drown. She was flooding moisture and I drank it all. Off I the distance, in another world it seemed, I heard the door again but whoever it was gave up and the loudest sound in the room was Gillian's panting as she finally started to recover.

"Suzanne's a very lucky woman. If you and she ever decide to call it a day you can always look me up..."

Her mischievous smile did little to dissipate the anger I was feeling but at least I had the satisfaction of knowing that Suzanne's future was secured.

"...There's a mens room just outside."

I grasped this invitation to escape and headed for the door half hoping that whoever had tried to get in earlier might come back and catch Gillian whilst she was dressing. With this image in mind I went to clean myself up.

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Chapter 4

Suzanne got the London job.

Everything in the garden should have been rosy. Our love life was still not back on track but I put that down to the worrying number of hours that she worked in the days immediately following her appointment as she tried to put her personal stamp on things. To some degree matters were worse. She would come to the house expecting me to 'relax' her but then she would not spend the night. Her shared flat was far more convenient for the office and facilitated her very early starts.

I still believed that if we were only to be married everything would get back to the way it once was and to this end I kept pressing her to ask her mother over for a holiday so that at least one hurdle would be cleared. Suzanne promised that she would try but nothing materialized.

It was two weeks after her appointment that things really nosedived. It was announced that Gillian was transferring to the Paris office and it did not take long for Suzanne to put the pieces together. She was absolutely livid and it appeared that, wilfully or not, I had badly underestimated her desire for the Paris editorship.

As a result things took an unexpected turn. Suzanne knew that she had nearly a year before Claudette resigned and Gillian ascended to the throne. She determined that, in those months, she was going to make such a success of the London edition that her New York bosses would have little option other than to offer her Paris when the time came.

She threw herself into it with an almost superhuman energy and I found myself dragged along on her coat tails. My contributions to the magazine had been well received and I was getting sounded out by a couple of rival publications. My personal loyalty was never in doubt but Suzanne pushed even more work my way and I began to feel that the particular ambience that I brought to my work contributed, in some measure, to the magazine's rapidly increasing circulation figures.

Unfortunately, it meant that I was working long into the night and I had little energy left for my personal life and, physically, I was of little use to Suzanne. By the time the February edition went to press we had gone a fortnight where we had only seen one another at the office and it had been weeks before that since we had last shared a bed.

I finally took a stand when I simply fell asleep over the computer at two in the afternoon and did not wake until ten in the evening. When I awoke I could not even remember what day it was and I decided enough was enough. I did not need the punishing work schedule and Suzanne and I deserved some time to ourselves.

I decided that I was going to her flat. I could not remember the last time that I had made love to her, properly, as a man but that was going to change. I took a shower and found myself coming to an erection that still stood proud as I struggled into a fresh pair of trousers.

There was half chance that she was still working, dinners with clients having become the norm, and so I looked out the spare key which I eventually found, long abandoned, at the back of a kitchen drawer.

Having taken this positive decision I felt as though a burden had been lifted and my spirits were raised further when I drew up in the car and saw that the lights in the flat were on.

I was about to ring the doorbell when I thought why should I? I was her fiancé after all. I unlocked the door and then crept along the hall ready to surprise her.

I was brought up short by a long drawn out groan and it was certainly not the sound of someone in pain. I stood there feeling like an intruder. In my state of tunnel vision I just had not given thought to the prospect that Suzanne might not yet be home.

"Please...let me come...it's been more than an hour."

It was Gwen's voice and as I heard the words my heart began to hammer and, to my shame, it was much a matter of arousal as of guilt. Gwen, one of the flat mates, was Suzanne's friend from University, a vivacious Irish redhead who was as universally popular in her own way as Suzanne was in hers.

I felt a little better knowing it was Gwen, I knew that she would see the funny side. Had it been Irene I would not have been so sure. Irene actually owned the flat that they shared. She was in her early thirties and taught at a private girl's school. We got along but we were never going to be bosom buddies. I sometimes got the impression that she resented me because I was going to break up their cosy domestic arrangement

I started to back down the hall and I had taken just a single step when I was brought to a halt.

"Stop!...Don't you dare!...Take your hand away."

The new voice was Irene's and I was halted as much by the natural tone of authority as by what she had said. In the next few seconds my imagination painted a number of lurid pictures and I found myself waiting for something else to be said but there was nothing but a tantalizing silence.

The door to the living room was just three feet away and it was temptingly ajar. My conscience was telling me to leave immediately but it was slowly being overwhelmed by my naturally voyeuristic instincts. I told myself that one quick peek would do no harm and, having made my decision, I took a stealthy step forward and put my eye to the gap between the door and the frame.

What I saw caused me to take a sharp intake of breath. Gwen was completely naked. She was sitting in an armchair with her legs spread and draped over the arms allowing me an almost gynecological view. Her sex, with its neatly trimmed bush of red hair, was an angry pink and the fingers of her hand, where they rested on her thigh, glistened with moisture. In fact, her whole body glowed with a fine sheen of perspiration and her normally immaculate hair hung somewhat limply. Her chest was heaving and her nipples appeared to be almost painfully erect with the surrounding redness suggesting that they had been subject to some vigourous attention. Overall, she appeared exhausted.

"Get up."

"Please...let me rest."

"Don't be silly. We're just getting started. Now don't make me tell you again."

Gwen winced as she brought her legs together and, as she slowly got to her feet, it was clear that her muscles were badly cramped. She stood unsteadily with an arm across her chest and her hand covering her sex.

I had not taken a breath since taking in the scene and I now found myself trying to breathe slowly and deliberately. As I continued to watch Irene stepped into view. She was fully dressed in her usual simple and conservative mode. In typical male fashion I had often wondered how she would appear when naked even though she was not my type. She made good use of the schools expensive gym facilities and she obviously had a hard body. I had joked about this with Suzanne and, for a while, I had nicknamed her Demi referring to the character in the film "GI Jane". The impression was reinforced as she had, for some while, worn her brunette hair in a short, almost severe style.

If I had not known better I would have pegged her as a lesbian but she had been in a long term relationship with Rory ever since I knew her. That is what made this present situation all the more incredible. Gwen, too, had recently got engaged to a Danish colleague who worked at the same firm of investment brokers.

In the next few seconds I began to think that I had a genie granting me wishes. Irene was standing directly in front of me with her back turned and, without another word she reached round and unfastened her skirt. She stood for a second or two and, I had to admit, she had a great pair of legs with a tight peach of a bum made all the more desirable because she was wearing black stockings and suspenders.

"Please,...I don't want to do it."

"What you do or do not want to do has no bearing."

So saying, Irene slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slipped them down her legs.

"I hate doing it."

"I know you do...and that just makes it all the sweeter."

She moved around Gwen and took a seat on the armchair and now it was her turn to unwittingly put herself on display albeit not quite so blatantly. With her legs parted I could see that she was completely shaved and this sent more blood coursing south to my already impressive erection.

"Get yourself a cushion for your knees...this might take some time."

Gwen docilely retrieved a cushion and placed it carefully on the floor at Irene's feet and I wondered what the hell was going on. Gwen is a sassy, intelligent woman holding down a high powered job and yet here she was acting like a harem slave.

"Let me come..."

"Make a good job of it and we will see..."

As Gwen dropped to her knees my hand involuntarily dropped to my crotch and I was nearly overcome by the urge to unfasten my trousers.

"...come on, I'm dripping...I want you to lap me up."

Gwen had her back to me but I could tell by her body language that she was fighting to overcome some inner resistance. She almost willed herself forward as she surrendered and bowed her head. As soon as she was engaged Irene closed her eyes, growled, and gave a beatific smile.

"...yes...that's where you belong..."

For the next few minutes I watched as Gwen carried out her appointed task. I could see nothing but the back of her head bobbing gently and moving slightly every now and again as she changed her point of attack but Irene's running commentary left no doubts in my mind.

"...let me feel your tongue...yes, that's nice...suck it...."

I could not imagine the set of circumstances that had brought them to this moment but the sweat of excitement was making my clothes damp and the fierceness of my erection was painful.

As Irene's climax drew near she hooked one leg over the arm of the chair stretching herself even wider and I sensed that Gwen wanted to pull away when that moment arrived but she was not to be spared. Irene joined her hands behind Gwen's head and pulled her in tight.

"You sweet little bitch!...Drink it!"

At that moment she started to come, a long, powerful, shuddering orgasm that had her grunting with effort. Gwen was clearly in distress but that was of no consequence. She was forced to endure until the final shivers slowly diminished.

Irene released her and slumped back in a state of sated exhaustion.

"Finger yourself again."

"Please, I..."

"Don't question me, just do it, and just remember what will happen if you come without my permission."

I watched in bemused fascination as Gwen did as she was told. Her shoulders were slumped in tired resignation but after a moment or two I could see the tension growing in her neck muscles.

"Play with your nipples, I want to see them nice and pert."

The exchanges were unreal, almost theatrical, but there was no doubt that Gwen was genuinely reaching a peak of excitement. Through the back of her legs I could just see her hand as she began to stimulate herself more vigourously.

"Stop!"

"No...not now...just a little more...please."

"Stop!"

To reinforce the command Irene leaned forward and slapped Gwen's hand away from her breasts. It was not a heavy slap but it had the desired effect. Gwen dropped both hands to her side and, when she spoke again, her tone was almost petulant.

"Why? Why do you make me do this?"

"It keeps you on edge; and, besides, all the time that there is a chance that I might allow you to come, it keeps you nicely attentive to my needs...speaking of which..."

She leant forward and used the fingers of both hands to open herself obscenely wide.

"Get your tongue in, as deep as you can..."

Again I sensed Gwen's reluctance and it was hardly surprising. She was confronted with raw, wet, cavern which almost threatened to swallow her up. She braced herself and then, like a beginner hesitating on the high board, she finally took the plunge.

"Deeper...you can do better than that."

From where I stood it appeared that Gwen was trying her best. Her mouth was pressed tightly to the maw and she moaned with effort as she strained her tongue.

Out of her sight Irene's face bore a cruel smile and I knew then that this particular act of the play had more to do with humiliation than stimulation. She allowed Gwen to struggle valiantly for a moment or two but after that she could hold off no longer.

"Suck my clit."

She continued to hold herself open and Gwen obediently, and, I guessed, with relief switched her attention.

She was either very good or Irene was very aroused either way it was not very long before she started to scale the peaks once again. As before she kept control by taking a grip of Gwen's hair and guiding her tongue just where she wanted it as she greeted this fresh climax with a string of expletives.

I decided that the time had come for me to make a move. I had been standing still for so long that my body ached and my erection was clamouring for urgent attention. I took a last look and my heart went out to Gwen. I could see her trying to work some life into her tired tongue and recent experience had taught me exactly how she felt. Behind her Irene got up from the chair and stretched and yawned lazily affording me a last look at her desirable legs.

I eased away from door but, as I did so, I heard a slow handclap.

"That was quite a performance."

For a second my heart literally stopped and there was a sharp pain before it picked up again and started to beat furiously. The voice was unmistakable, it was Suzanne.

I pressed my eye back against the gap with such force that it hurt but I had to know what was going on. Gwen was still on her knees with Suzanne standing over her. My immediate thought was that she had come into the room and caught them in the act but then I remembered, with a jolt, that the room only had one door and I was peering through it. That could only mean that she had been in the room the whole time and I could barely digest the implications.

I had to keep shifting my position in order to see all three of them. Irene had retrieved her skirt and panties and was in the process of getting dressed and Suzanne was gently stroking Gwen's hair.

"Please Suze, not tonight ...I've had enough."

Gwen's voice was only just loud enough to hear but there was something in its tone. Only later, thinking back on it, did I realize that she was afraid.

"Well that's hardly fair now is it? I've sat here patiently watching you two having all the fun; are you going to deny me mine?"

"Please. Tomorrow...I'll do it tomorrow."

"Sorry Gwen, but you do put on such a good show; the fact is you've really got me hot and bothered."

My brain could not take it in. I just could not string coherent thoughts together. When I replayed the scene, as I would for many years to come, I saw myself storming into the room demanding explanations but in reality I stood there mutely feeling seedier than I had ever done in all my life.

"Come on Gwen...you know how I like it."

Irene laughed at this but for me it was the final damning affirmation that this was not the first time.

Gwen turned around so that she was facing me and I could see that her face was flushed and wet. I thought, for a moment, that she might rebel but the very fact that she had stayed on her knees betokened her submission. She looked up at Suzanne with pleading eyes but it was to no avail.

"Lie back."

She allowed herself to fall back, almost in slow motion, until her head was resting on the seat of the armchair and she was staring up at the ceiling. Suzanne looked down at her for a few seconds and then she hitched her skirt. She was still wearing a smart, two-piece, business suit and, like a furtive schoolboy, I tried to spot if she was wearing underwear.

With feline grace she took up a kneeling position on the seat facing the back of the chair. She was now straddling Gwen's face and she smiled down at her one last time before she allowed her skirt to fall. She remained poised for a few seconds and then, with an audible sigh, she slowly descended and let her weight settle.

I should have been feeling disgust, betrayal, instead I felt an inner numbness and through it all my erection remained bone hard.

Suzanne wiggled her hips slightly as she squirmed into a comfortable position and then she remained perfectly still for a moment or two. I found myself holding my breath and when, at last, she rose slightly, I heard a muffled, almost panicked, gasp from beneath her skirt causing me to draw in a deep sympathetic draught of air.

She settled once more, pressing the back of Gwen's head deeper into the cushion, and then she began to rock gently, almost imperceptibly. It was a rhythmic movement that meant that her upper body stayed still and then she began to hum. It was a sound I knew well and it meant that she was starting the slow ride towards a long lazy orgasm.

In the event I stood stock still for nearly half an hour during which time Suzanne kept up the same easy tempo pausing only now and then to allow Gwen a full lungful of air. Her orgasm, when it hit, was almost muted. She joined her hands and lifted the hair from the nape of her neck but the real evidence was Gwen's heaving chest as she fought the smothering embrace of Suzanne's sex.

Irene, now fully dressed, moved back into view.

"How was it?"

"Delicious..."

"Do you think we should give her a break?"

"Not just yet. Put some music on. I think I'll have another one whilst I settled here..."

Which was more than I could manage. At some point in the proceedings I had unfastened my trousers and I was now wondering what to do with my sodden handkerchief.

Reluctantly, I moved away. I was left with a final image of Gwen struggling to get away but with her legs folded beneath her and Suzanne's not inconsiderable weight on her face she had no choice but to endure.

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Chapter 5

Over the following two days I thought I would go insane. I wanted to confront Suzanne with what I knew and to get some sort of explanation. She was denying me coitus whilst expecting oral favours and it seemed that even this was not enough for her. In the end it came down to a simple question. If I did confront her, and I was not happy with what she had to say, would I be prepared to split up with her?

In my heart of hearts I knew the answer was no. My love for her was now so deeply entwined with my own fabric that to part from her would change me forever. She had opened up my life in a way that I could never have imagined and there could be no going back; but it was this belief, in the inner strength of our relationship, that finally gave me the impetus to confront her. We had both been going through a stressful period but, now that she had achieved her immediate goal, things could be different. I simply needed to put the relationship back on an equal footing.

Screwing my courage to the sticking place I put through a call to her at the office and as good as demanded that she cleared any appointments that she might have so that we could have dinner together at my place. To my surprise she immediately agreed and sounded happy to do so. Could it be that she was looking to me to be assertive? Did she need some help to get her work back into some sort of perspective?

The meal was just like old times. We were more relaxed together than we had been for weeks and my heart was soaring. I even dared hope that we would end up making love as we had in the early days with that same free spirited passion. But lurking there, knotted in my stomach, was a desperate need to know what I had witnessed.

"Suze, will you be truthful with me?"

"That's an odd thing to say."

"Hear me out. If there was...someone else. Would you tell me?"

"Are you suggesting something?"

There was a sudden glint of anger in her eyes.

"No...of course not."

"Then why ask? Do you think I just pretend to work late at the office?"

Her cheeks were flushed and the situation was threatening to get out of control. I knew that I had to stop being circumspect.

"I came by the flat the other night. I used the spare key. I saw you ...with Gwen."

She stared into my eyes and then, after a pause, she burst out laughing.

"Suze, this is serious. I saw what you did with her. It was ..."

"....girly fun."

"I saw it. It was more than that."

"Look, it was just the three of us blowing off a little steam."

"It didn't look as though Gwen was enjoying it."

"It was just role play, What the hell do you take us for?"

I was determined not to be put on the back foot.

"How long has it been going on?"

"Look, I've known Irene and Gwen a long time. Before you were even a part of my life."

"That's not an answer."

"If you're asking if I'm a lesbian then the answer is no. You saw for yourself, there was no kissing."

That was true but I'm not sure what it proved or even if it made me feel any better. She continued.

"Look, you hadn't exactly been attentive to my needs in the past few days. It was just a way of relieving a little stress."

"Are you saying it's over?"

"I suppose I'm saying it shouldn't be necessary."

Somehow I was being skilfully outmanoeuvred.

"Suze, you can't blame me. Our love life has not exactly been a meeting of equals of late."

She took a moment to weigh this up and then she took my face in her hands.

"Chris, I love you. I want to marry you but I want the ceremony to have meaning in the truest sense. We could be like other couples that just move in together and simply coalesce. I want more than that. I want a proper wedding night."

This was not what I was expecting.

"Are you saying that we can't have sex again until we are married?"

"Would that be a hardship? I promise you that once we are married there will be no inhibitions."

In one sense it was everything I wanted to hear but in another it was a body blow. I needed something more positive.

"When would we get married?"

"Well I think I've finally got my mother pinned down and we are agreed on a simple ceremony so why not next month?"

With those few words I forgave her everything. We even agreed on two potential dates and Suzanne said that she would try and sort out the registry office. I cleared the table and brought a bottle of Cava from the fridge. It was not quite Champagne but it was enough to celebrate the euphoria I was feeling.

"So...did it turn you on?"

"What?"

She moved a little closer and smiled at me.

"Did it turn you on?...watching me...riding Gwen's face..."

The truth was that I wanted to put the episode out of my mind. I wanted to move forward but Suzanne would not let it drop.

"...Did you come?"

I could not tell her a lie.

"...Yes"

"Did it make you jealous?"

"I suppose so..."

"Oh, you poor boy. Nobody does it quite like you. Nobody makes me feel quite so special."

As she said it she slowly opened her legs and, as she knew I would, I dropped to my knees.

The next few weeks became even more frantic. The first date that we had set drifted by and we could not get booked for the second. I found myself back in the familiar regime. Suzanne would drop by when she could and I would spend my time between her thighs. The perversity of it was that I tried harder than ever to please her. She promised that there would be no more fooling around with Irene and Gwen but she still continued to share the flat and I found it ever more difficult to rein in my jealousy.

I seemed to be confronted with two different versions of Suzanne, One was the outgoing open-hearted woman with whom I had fallen in love who seemed to be trying her damnedest to organize our wedding but, on other occasions, she was the ambitious business woman with no time to spare.

There was also a lot more work coming my way culminating in a three day trip to New York where one of the big perfumeries wanted to run a campaign in the magazine. I was given to understand that the material was to be more "edgy" and I was to be there to advise on house standards. I hoped the break would help to clear my mind but I could not have been more wrong.

I had now attended a number of shoots but this was to be the first time with an all female crew. As I discussed the story board with the director and photographer my mind was set in a strictly professional mode until the two models came back onto the set.

When they first arrived they were both without make-up and dressed casually in jeans and trainers. Now they had been transformed. Katya, the dark haired girl was dressed in black latex which appeared to have been sprayed on, It covered her from her ankles to her neck and served to emphasis her height which was already above average. Her make up was designed to make her face look severe and, to that end, the artist had been entirely successful.

With Emily, the blonde, the look was vulnerable but alluring. Her hair and make up had been styled to make her look young but the flimsy white bra and panties she was wearing were straight out of Agent Provocateur. When I was first introduced to her I guessed she was about twenty two maybe twenty three but now, having removed her engagement ring, she could easily pass for teens.

In the centre of the studio, under the lights, was an old fashioned bed with a high mattress and a wrought iron head board. The story board called for Emily to be handcuffed to the bed and there was much giggling as the director spread her arms above her head and fastened them in place.

As soon as she was secure I felt butterflies in my stomach. She was achingly beautiful and for a brief moment I almost forgot that we were not alone.

"Nipples, Katya."

The director's tone was very matter-of-fact and Katya knew exactly what was wanted. The latex was moulded so tightly to her skin that it looked as though she was wearing a breastplate but as she brought her hands up and began to pinch gently her nipples quickly perked up and I have to confess that they were very impressive specimens. Had I been a gentleman I would have looked away but I could not help but look and, as she caught my eye, she gave me a conspiratorial wink.

They were promoting a perfume called "Taste" and they wanted an image that suggested oral rape. To this end Katya duly took up a position between Emily's legs and over the next twenty minutes they experimented with various angles. The girls giggled throughout but the photographer was growing more and more perplexed. It was hard to strike a balance that allowed the best light for Katya's costume without bleaching out Emily's.

When, at last, they found a pose that everyone was happy with I was tempted to intervene. Katya's mouth was poised scant centimetres above the crotch of Emily's panties and I knew that such a photo would never get past the editorial board.

"I can't see her nipples."

This was from the photographer who, with her eyes fixed on the view finder, had just exhorted Katya to remain perfectly still.


Completely unabashed the director turned in my direction.

"Go and perk them up."

"Me?"

"Just do it."

I resented the terseness of her tone but her company was paying the wages. I took up an awkward position behind Katya's stooped form and then gingerly reached my hands round.

I found myself with my crotch pressed against the drum-tight latex covering her buttocks and that, taken together with the opportunity to legitimately fondle her breasts had an obvious and immediate effect.

Katya could not fail to notice but far from protesting she wriggled her buttocks playfully.

"Am I turning you on? How about this?"

As I watched she leant forward and swept her tongue across Emily's crotch. The blonde squealed in protest but Katya did it again. My eyes were riveted and my erection gave another lurch.

"That's good! Keep shooting! You! Get out of the fucking shot!"

Stung by the director's command I moved away from Katya who now had Emily's panties between her teeth.

"Katya! Don't!"

Emily's protest did not sound feigned and she reinforced it by trying to kick out but the bigger girl simply grabbed her legs before tearing a gaping hole in the silky material of the panties.

"Stop! Don't do that!"

Emily was almost shrieking but Katya was not to be put off. She shrugged Emily's legs over her shoulders and curled her arms over them to hold them in place then, with an animal growl, she fell upon Emily's sex.

"No!...Stop it!"

Emily was trying to thrash her body but she was held too firmly as Katya continued to gorge on her like some ravening beast. I did not know what to do but, as I turned to the director, it was to find that she was right at the shoulder of the photographer. All the subtleties of lighting now seemed to be forgotten as she shot off film as quickly as the camera would allow.

"Please..."

This new entreaty was more of a whimper as Katya now licked at her more languorously. The clicking of the camera came to a stop and we were now silent spectators.

Emily was turning her head from side to side as if she was trying to say no but her body suddenly seemed less tense.

Katya recognized the moment and she released her grip on Emily's legs. She lowered them on to the bed and gently eased them apart. Emily no longer fought her and Katya resumed her assault in more tender fashion.

I could watch no longer. I was still sporting a guilty erection and I felt that I ought to be protesting in some way. In the end I elected to leave the studio with a show of dudgeon.

When I returned a couple of hours later both the models had left and the director was at pains to soothe my ruffled feathers.

"What did I just witness?"

"It was spontaneous. The girls just got caught up in the moment. Besides, we got some great shots."

"Are you trying to tell me that Emily was a willing participant?"

"In these sub/dom scenes it's invariably the sub who has the control. They get what they want and use a safe word if things are not to their liking."

I tried to keep the sarcasm from my voice as I replied.

"So what was Emily's safe word?'

She bridled at this.

"Let me show you something."

She walked me over to the bed and retrieved a pair of handcuffs.

"Give me your wrist."

I hesitated but then did as she asked. She fastened a cuff around my wrist and closed it tightly. It felt both heavy and solid.

"You will see that there are no locks. Now flick your wrist."

As I did the cuff flew open.

"You see, Emily could have escaped at any time she wanted. So you tell me who was the used and who the user?"

I felt a little stupid but there was no harm done. We met the following day to review the rushes and we were able to settle on a shot that we were all happy with. It was near the mark but with some artful shadowing and the careful placement of dialogue blocks I reckoned we could get it passed.

I returned home and was pleased, just a few days later, when I received a parcel from New York. In it was a framed copy of the final print and, in a separate padded package, the two pairs of handcuffs with a little note that simply said "A souvenir."

I half thought about mounting them on the wall along with the print but then the whole business about the sub being in control came back to my mind. Was there a grain of truth in it and, if so, could I turn in to my advantage? If cunnilingus was allowed before our wedding day then why not fellatio?

Once the seed was planted it was as good as grown. I went into the bedroom and made my preparations not the least of which was to practice the quick release technique I had been shown. I felt sure that, even if Suzanne did not want to enter into the spirit of it, she would have a good laugh about it and that in itself would be no bad thing.

Once everything was ready I stripped off and sat up on the bed. I had no idea what time Suzanne would finish work and so I had a book to read. I would be able to hear her key in the lock and that would give me the few seconds I needed to secure myself.

In the event the lock proved more of a struggle than it usually did that evening and I had more than enough time to fasten one wrist and then press the other against the bedpost to

secure it in its turn. Then it was just a matter of lying down flat and waiting. I could hear Suzanne as she moved around downstairs and I felt strangely tense. She would normally come straight upstairs and check the study as the next port of call but it was nearly fifteen minutes before I heard the sharp clack of her heels in the hall.

I held my breath as she mounted the stairs but then I was taken by surprise as she went straight past the study and suddenly appeared at the bedroom door. For a second or two I thought it was a trick of the light but she looked different. I craned my neck to see better.

"Oh my God."

Suzanne had no siblings but this could have been her older sister. She was not quite as tall but shared the same beautiful features.

"You must be Chris...I'm Luisa, Suzanne's mother."

She seemed unfazed by the sight that confronted her, so much so that she stepped into the room.

"I'm sorry, this isn't what it seems."

"You don't need to explain to me. My second husband, Suzanne's stepfather, had certain "tastes" but no doubt you know about him."

This suggestion, very vague though it was, that I might have something in common with Suzanne's stepfather was unsettling.

"Look...Luisa...as you can see your visit is somewhat unexpected. Wait for me downstairs and we'll get better acquainted."

She made no immediate move to leave.

"Suzanne wanted it to be a surprise. She met me at the airport but, unfortunately, she had to go on to a meeting. She wanted me to hang around but I could not wait to meet this young man who has stolen my daughter's heart."

She spoke English with a slightly Hispanic accent. As a result she spoke slowly giving herself a seductive tone and, for a split second, I had to remind myself that this was my prospective mother-in-law but when she resumed there was an edge to her voice.

"I should have killed Suzanne's step father. I was happy to indulge his little vices but how was I to know where it would lead?"

The conversation was taking an uncomfortable turn. I looked towards the handcuffs.

"Look, this was just a little fun. Suze and I have never done anything like this before."

She moved even closer to the bed making me feel even more uncomfortable.

"It can be nice...when you make yourself available to your woman like this..."

I began to tug at the handcuffs, at first tentatively but then more insistently. Whilst standing up the trick with the flick of the wrist had seemed so simple but now I realized that I should have practiced whilst lying down as the restraints stubbornly refused to give.

"...but I don't think that you have made yourself sufficiently vulnerable."

"What are you doing?"

She had reached up under her skirt and began to remove her pantyhose.

"I'll show you how it should be done."

"Please, Luisa, just give me ten minutes and I'll come downstairs and fix us a drink."

She simply smiled and before I could react she tied one leg of the hose around my left ankle.

"What are you doing?"

She stepped back and drew the hose around one of the corner posts at the end of the bed and then stretched them so that she could pull them around the other. The tug against my ankle was firm but easily resisted.

"Please, stop this right now. Suzanne could be home any minute."

"I think not. She gave me your key and told me she would be a couple of hours."

"Please, this isn't appropriate."

She paid me no heed and tied the other end of the hose around my right ankle. As a method of restraint it was nothing more than a token. The stretchy material meant that I could still move my legs and I was confident that I could rip it apart if needs be.

"Luisa, how am I supposed to explain it if she finds me tied with another woman's underwear?"

She ignored me as she cast her eye around the room and then she smiled when she spotted one of my drawing holders. It was a narrow aluminium tube, about a metre long with a webbing sling so that it could be carried on my shoulder. She collected it from the corner of the room and brought it back to the end of the bed. As I watched she slipped it through the looped pantyhose and then she began to turn it.

"What are you doing?"

I tried to keep a little levity in my voice but there was a sinister aspect to the way in which she went about her work

"That's making me uncomfortable."

"That would be the general idea."

As she continued to rotate the tube the pull on my ankles became inexorable and my feet were being slowly drawn towards the corner posts. I began to resist in earnest figuring to tear the material apart but I had not reckoned on the inherent tensile strength.

"Stop this right now!"

She ignored me and carried on slowly and methodically until I began to feel the tug on my wrists as well as my ankles. When, at last, she stopped I was fixed firm between the four posts of the bed. She finished off by pushing the end of the tube down into space between the mattress and the footboard so that it would not untwist.

"Luisa, this is absurd."

"You think so? I haven't had a man like this for quite some time. I'm surprised how much I miss it."

To my utter amazement she started to get undressed.

"Don't do that!"

She continued to remove her clothes and even looked out a clothes hanger to keep them from getting creased.

Once she was naked I looked away from her but not before appreciating what good shape she was in. There was a little thickening of the waist and her thighs were heavier than her daughters but she still had a pair of breasts of which any woman would be proud.

"Don't be shy."

"Suzanne's your daughter for Christ's sake!"

"So she is and I guess that means that you want to make a good impression on me."

"This has to stop."

I tried tugging at the handcuffs again but they were now stretched tightly and there was no way of flicking my way free.

"Don't tire yourself...you're going to need all your energy."

I felt the onset of panic and with it an ever rising anger.

"Let me go! Right now!"

"All in good time. Now, how good are you with that tongue of yours?"

This was the final straw.

"If you come anywhere near me you perverted bitch I'll tear you apart!"

I bared my teeth and left her in no doubt that I harboured a genuine desire to hurt her. I could not conceive of a mother betraying her daughter in this way.

She seemed completely unfazed by my outburst.

"Well, it was your choice. I guess we just have to do it the hard way."

"What the hell are you doing!?"

By the side the bed was a roll of two inch gaffer tape; I had put some around the pine bedposts so that handcuffs would not do any damage. She picked up the roll and cut off a six inch length.

"Don't even think about it! If you...MMmmffff"

She pressed the sticky tape over my mouth and despite my desperate efforts I could not dislodge it. I tried swearing but all I could manage was a muted grunt.

"You could have spared yourself this..."

Sitting next to the gaffer tape was a jar of vaseline and she now opened it. One of the tips I had picked up from the New York photo shoot was to apply some Vaseline to the wrists to prevent them being chaffed by the handcuffs but Luisa had another use in mind.

She scooped up a generous amount of the clear lubricant and wiped it off on the bridge of my nose.

"Close your eyes..."

At first I refused but as she started to spread the lubricant evenly all over my face I had little choice. She applied it slowly and carefully going right up into my hairline. I tried to protest but she just laughed at the incoherent nonsense which was the best I could manage.

When she was satisfied she scooped up some more from the jar and I wondered what the hell was coming next. I did not have to wait long. With a lascivious smile she put her hand between her legs and rubbed lubricant over her pudenda, her inner thighs and buttocks.

"Ready baby?"

She climbed onto the bed and I started to jerk my body but it was all too easy for her to straddle me. She knelt there, with her weight on my chest, her knees pinning my arms and smiled down at me. I shook my head in the negative but she slowly inched forward and pinned me between her thighs.

"Let's ride..."

She moved onto my face and literally slid down into place swallowing me in a suffocating darkness. She paused for a moment to let me get used to her weight but the truth was I was terrified. My whole body went into spasm but she simply closed her thighs even tighter and patted me gently on the top of my head.

Such breaths as I could take were very shallow and in my panic my face burned with heat. I would have done anything at that moment to get her off but I could not convey it. Like her daughter she allowed her dark pubic hair to flourish and, now that it was greased, it was like an animal with a mind of its own as it slowly moulded itself to me. I tried to fight as I felt my nose sliding between her labia into to a wet pit where, finally, there was no air to be had.

I thought I was going to die, drowning in her essence, but as darkness threatened to take me she relented. She shifted herself forward and I drew a heaving lungful of air through my nostrils.

I gave thanks but I was premature. She settled back once more pinching my nose closed again and in my struggles I managed to catch a glimpse of her face. I wanted to beg but her eyes were closed as she gently teased her nipples into hard rubbery prominences. Time ceased to have any meaning as she repeated the movement over and over again making me breathe to her rhythm.

I prayed for Suzanne to come home. I did not care what she would think I simply wanted the nightmare to be over but it had only just begun. Slowly her cadence changed. Each time she moved forward she went a tiny bit further until, after a few minutes, she was sliding across my whole face. It was a relentless back and forth motion driven from the hips and now the lubrication was thinning as it became commingled with the product of her arousal.

She was making a low keening noise but I could only just hear it as her thighs effectively muffled my ears. I hoped that it meant that she was getting close because her every movement was forcing more and more goo into my nostrils. It made her scent incredibly strong and heady and it seemed that the little air I could get was itself starved of oxygen.

It may have been this that caused the dull but growing pain in my head but it was more likely the sheer weight of her as she pressed down on my skull in the relentless pursuit of her own release.

Every now and again I tripped out but each time I regained a hold on reality it was to find that the stifling closeness was an even hotter and wetter place than before. I could feel my claustrophobia growing and I feared that I was reaching the point of delirium. Fortunately, at that moment, she began to work herself even more quickly, showing remarkable fitness, and then, suddenly, she stopped. My nose was buried deep inside her sex but I could feel her beginning to slowly deliquesce.

It lasted perhaps two minutes but it was one hundred and twenty seconds without air and I counted every one thinking, as the count rose, that each one would be my last.

When it was over she got off of me and I hoped that my look conveyed the hatred that I was feeling but she did not even spare me a glance. She left the room, still naked, with me making a futile attempt to call after her. She was gone for nearly fifteen minutes during which time I desperately tried to clean my face of the remembrance of her but the greasy scented residue remained and I began to wonder if it had been worked irretrievably deep into my skin

When she finally returned she was holding a glass of wine.

"I hope you don't mind. I found a wine box in the fridge."

I tried another fruitless verbal assault but she simply smiled as she sipped at her drink. Eventually she put the glass down and returned to the foot of the bed. In the course of my struggles I had managed to stretch my makeshift leg restraints but it was a simple matter to give the tube a few more twists to take up the slack that I had gained. I remained silent wondering what the hell was to come as she was clearly in no hurry to let me go.

"It's time to play again."

She came and sat on the bed and casually reached down to take hold of my cock. I immediately began to thrash my body wanting her nowhere near me.

"You probably hate me right now but, hate me or not, you can't resist me."

Regrettably, she was not lying. Her hand was cool from the wine glass and her touch was exquisitely skillful. In a matter of seconds, despite my best endeavours, she had brought me to full erection.

"See what you can do when you try?"

Without letting go of me she got up on to the bed and straddled my thighs.

"Are we ready?"

I jerked my body and gave a pitiful growl but it achieved nothing. With a single refined movement she lifted herself forward and put the head of my cock at the entrance to her sex; then she simply relaxed and allowed herself to sink down on to me.

It seemed disgusting, incestuous almost, to be like this with my prospective mother-in-law but the feeling was delicious. It had been so long since the last time with Suzanne and I could not help but groan as the warm velvety walls enfolded me. Once she had me fully home she leaned forward and whispered in my ear.

"Can any of your young women do this?"

With that she knelt upright again and remained perfectly still, and then I felt it. The muscles of her sex began to pulse, but not randomly. It felt like a rippling motion along the whole length of my shaft moving from the base to the tip and then repeating the cycle. It was the most extraordinary thing I had ever experienced. She displayed no outward sign of effort but the internal massage continued unabated.

Now I put up a new resistance. I realized that it was not going to take very much more to make me come and I did want to give her that pleasure but the look in her eyes told me that she could read my mind. She was, in her own way, impressing upon me just how weak I was and I found that I was frightened by the obvious wealth of her experience.

In just a few seconds it was all over. I came like a virgin and, as I did, her skilful muscles milked me of every drop. It had probably taken less than a minute from beginning to end.

"The impetuosity of youth. Have you never heard the saying 'ladies first'?"

Her choice of words only served to compound my humiliation and, in my shallow macho way, I found myself wanting another try to show what I could really do.

She lifted herself off of my limp manhood and scooted forward to take her place on my chest once again.

"Now, you have two choices. I'll give you a second chance to lick my pussy or we can leave the tape in place and I'll ride you face again. What's it to be?"

I had never tasted my own cum, not even with Suzanne, and I certainly did not want to start now but I knew that I could not survive another session beneath her with my mouth taped. If I had any final doubts she dispelled them.

"If I have to ride your face again I can promise you it will take a lot lot longer second time around."

There was clearly no choice. If I licked her at least I could get it over with.

"If you want to lick me nod your head."

I hesitated for a second and then nodded.

"Good boy. Now, when I remove the tape I do not want to hear a word. You will lick and suck me until you get every drop and then you will make me come. Just one word and the tape goes back on. If you even think of hurting me the tape will go back on; and if you imagine that you suffered under my pussy it will be as nothing if I have to use my arse."

The expressions that she used sounded odd in her cultured tones but she was once again letting me know that she had been to places that I could only imagine. She wasted no more time. She reached forward took hold of the tape and then ripped it off in a single motion. For a second or two the pain was excruciating and I feared that she had taken away layers of skin but it quickly passed and I was able to draw my first full breath for a long time.

I could not help myself. I wanted to berate her but she put a single finger to her lips cautioning me to silence.

"If you had only done what I wanted in the first place you could have spared yourself all this."

There were no more words. She slid forward and positioned her sex over my mouth and I reluctantly put out my tongue. I shuddered as I made the first tentative contact and she laughed as I withdrew as though scalded, but she could afford to laugh. She knew that, however reluctantly, I was going to do exactly what was wanted of me.

There was a thin trail of ejaculate on her pubic hair and I decided that I would start there until I summoned further resolve. I was surprised to find that she had washed and there was now no trace of Vaseline. She smelt of scented soap and that made things slightly easier but my stomach still lurched as I caught the first salty taste.

I licked her nest of curls all over but I knew that I was simply procrastinating. In the end I closed my eyes and simply plunged my tongue inside her. The immediate creamy outpouring slid to the back of my throat and I felt myself gag but I decided to get it over and done with as soon as possible. I sucked at her and swallowed quickly but there was no avoiding the saline lactic taste.

"You are eager. Perhaps I ought to chat to Suzanne. My ex husband knew that he could only come inside me if he was prepared to lick it all out afterwards."

I ignored her taunting and brought my honed oral skills to bear. I licked along her, now clean, labia and reached my tongue to seek out her prominent clitoris. This clearly got to her because she lowered herself fractionally to allow me a firmer contact. There now ensued a battle of wills. She wanted to hold back her climax but, in a perverse fashion, I wanted revenge on her for making me come so quickly.

I licked frantically flashing the tip of my tongue across the retracted hood of her clitoris and I was pleased as her breathing quickly became uneven. After that she could not hold back. Suddenly, I was being crushed beneath her full weight as she spread herself over my mouth and I responded by pressing my tongue deep inside her. Seconds later she started to come and I found myself swallowing again.

When it was over she was in no hurry to dismount but simply remained there allowing the final dribbles to flow down my throat. For my part I was planning revenge but I could do nothing until I was free. Eventually, she got to her feet but she almost immediately disappeared into the en suite bathroom, She came back with a face cloth and towel and , to my surprise, she began to clean me off. I desperately wanted to ask what she thought she was doing but instead kept a dogged silence; I was still too vulnerable.

When she was finished she retrieved her clothes and started to dress. I allowed myself to dare to believe that my ordeal was over and the more so when she took hold of the tube and started to loosen off my bindings. The knots around my ankles had become too tight to unfasten and so she simply cut them off with the scissors.

I worked my legs to try and restore some circulation and the rattled the handcuffs.

"I'll need your help with these."

"Don't be silly...they stay just where they are; after all, we wouldn't want to spoil Suzanne's wonderful surprise."

[xtreme]

Chapter 6

I tried everything I could think of over the next twenty minutes to try and shake off my shackles but it was all to no avail. I was just at the point of shouting out to Luisa when the front door bell rang.

From the noisy sound of a shared welcome I assumed that Suzanne had arrived but the voices trailed off as they moved into the living room. I strained to hear and caught the sound of a raised voice at one stage but then I heard the distinctive sound of somebody leaving through the front door.

After that I could hear movement around the house and then I was on tenterhooks as I heard footfalls on the stairs. In the next few, agonizing, seconds I was not sure what I feared most, trying to explain to Suzanne or the return of Luisa.

I turned my head, following the footsteps as they moved into the study, and then the bedroom door opened.

"What the hell is going on?!"

"Suze, I can explain."

"My mother has been waiting downstairs to meet you. She thought you were out."Luisa had lied to her daughter but I was under no illusions that she had done so only to protect herself.

"I'm sorry it was supposed to be a bit of fun."

"Why didn't you get up when she arrived? What in God's name was she going to think if she came upstairs and caught you like this?"

"I'm sorry. The bloody handcuffs got stuck."

At that point she began to laugh, at first it was just a giggle but it developed into a full blown belly laugh that left her with tears in her eyes.

"Very funny I'm sure. Now will you please give me a hand?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh; no really, I'm touched by your little gesture."

She came to the head of the bed and examined the handcuffs.

"You really put yourself in quite a spot didn't you?"

"Please, just undo them."

"Not just yet. It's nice that you were prepared to surrender yourself to me..."

She stood away from the bed and, with her eyes holding mine, she began to slowly get undressed.

"Suze, not now...your mother might come back."

"She'll be out for a couple of hours. She's gone off to look up her old neighbours."

"Suze, I'm not in the mood anymore"

"Are you sure about that?"

She was deliciously naked and, as she came and sat midway down the bed, she gently took hold of my manhood. Her hand was warm and the grip of her fingers was assured as she pulled back my foreskin and began to stroke the bulbous head with the pad of her thumb. It had been such a long time, and I had almost forgotten just how skilful she was as a masturbatrix, but the fact was that Luisa had left me, quite literally, drained and despite Suzanne's best efforts and any amount of willpower on my part I could not come to erection again.

"I'm sorry. Help me to get free; we can try again later."

"That's a pity. Seeing you like this is a bit of a turn on."

"Suze, please, I'm not in the mood."

She had already half risen and turned sinuously so that she was straddling my chest."Well that's hardly fair. You go out of your way to arouse me and then you tell me that you can't deliver." Her tone was playful but there was an edge to it. "Just lick me for a little while."

My mouth and jaw were still aching from my earlier exertions but I could hardly tell her that.

"Suze, not right nommmfff..."

She was not to be denied. Her thighs slid smoothly forward to pin my ears and her sex found its home over my mouth.

In the next few seconds I lost it. The bottled up anger of the Luisa incident taken with the casual manner in which Suzanne had ignored my clear wishes became too much for me. I began to thrash my body and twisted my head violently to the extent that I was able. Suzanne was taken by surprise initially and I almost managed to unseat her but once she was over the initial shock she began to laugh but that only served to fuel my anger.

I struggled even more violently but was, naturally, hampered by my imprisoned wrists and this just caused her to laugh more loudly. She tightened the grip of her thighs and, with one hand pressed to my chest for added support, she raised the other into the air and began to ride me like a bronco.

The humiliation and frustration of knowing I could not win gave me a few seconds of insane strength but she was simply too heavy and too firmly settled for me to achieve anything. Within a few seconds I was breathing heavily but in a new, sinister, development she changed her position so that she was covering both my mouth and nose. My lungs were screaming for air but there was none to be had.

In our time together she had partially suffocated me a few times but it had always been unwittingly as she sought out her own pleasure. This time, I had no doubt, it was totally premeditated. My struggles now were no longer violent but panicked as I tried to transmit to her the fragility of my situation.

She was unmoved. She stayed in place until I felt consciousness slipping away and only then did she relent and allow me to draw breath but the relief was only fleeting. As soon as I had drawn a deep gasping lungful of air she sealed me off again. It continued like this for some minutes. My lungs would start to burn and I would get progressively more light-headed until, at last, she would allow me a single breath. I tried to reason with her but my words were snuffed out along with my oxygen supply.

Finally, she eased back and I was able to breathe more easily but the look in her eyes as she gazed down into mine was totally cold.

"Lick me."

"Suze, be reasonablmmmfff..."

And so the cycle recommenced. Her weight pressed back down onto my face and I guess that I was allowed one breath a minute but I knew that I was getting ever weaker. It was ten breaths later before she issued the command once more.

"Lick me."

I had no other choice. There would be a reckoning, she could be certain of that, but first I had to end my current torment. I reached out my tongue and she accepted my surrender. She shifted slightly, making herself more available to me, and I began to lick.

I knew she was aroused, the sticky wetness on my face told me that, but I did not appreciate just to what degree. As my tongue brushed against her labia a dribble of moisture broke over my chin and she gave a deep sigh. It did not take much more and I was still contemplating the possibility that it was an act of downright sadism that might have brought her to this point, when she started to climax; she bore down on my chin to make sure that my mouth was fully open as the floodgates opened and I was forced to accept her libation.

When it was over she climbed off me and I fought back the urge to shout at her. I still needed to be freed from the handcuffs but as I waited my anger grew. For her part she stood with her back to me as she touched her toes a few times to stretch out her hamstrings.

She eventually turned around to me and her face was lit with a mischievous smile.

"Undo me. We have some serious talking to do."

It took a huge effort on my part to keep it polite but she was completely unfazed. She moved towards the head of the bed but then caught me by surprise as she quickly straddled me once more.

"Suze! Don't make me hurt you."

This time she was facing down my body towards my feet and I found myself staring up at the perfection of her sculpted buttocks.

"Lick me."

We had tried it this way a couple of times before but it worked for neither her nor me. In this position I had to strain my tongue painfully and I could not stimulate her clitoris to her satisfaction. Knowing this, I had absolutely no intention of cooperating.

I remained stubbornly immobile and then she spoke.

"As you wish. It's your choice."

It took a second or two for me to register what was happening but, by then, it was too late. Her buttocks closed over my face with the darkness of a coffin lid. Once again, I could not breathe but this time it was so much worse. She used her honed gluteus muscles to suck in my features and painfully press them.

My sometimes nightmare of being buried alive came unbidden to my mind and I jerked up my knee reflexively in an effort to hurt her but she seemed to anticipate my move and took hold of my leg as I raised it. The result was that her weight seemed to bear down even more heavily and I thought that my nose would break.

She held the position until my distress was obvious from my uncontrolled shuddering and then she gave me a scant second to draw half a breath. And so it continued. She would lift herself, sometimes after only a few seconds but, more often, only after a minute or more, but each time she ensured that I did not manage to get a lungful of air.

It was not long before my whole body was sharing the anguish of my face and head as muscles starved of oxygen began to complain. Finally, I used what precious air I had to issue a single muffled scream.

I was rewarded as she lifted herself three or four inches allowing me a few gasped breaths.

"Lick me."

What little was left of my manhood screamed out at me to defy her but I knew that, minute by minute, I was weakening and I found myself in genuine fear of just how far she would go. She was a woman possessed and certainly not the same woman with whom I had fallen so deeply in love; but only by summoning up that lost image of Suzanne as she had once been was I able to submit once more. I extended my weary tongue and licked tentatively at the base of her sex.

"Not there....here"

In the next few seconds I watched a new nightmare unfold. She leaned forward slightly and, at the same time, she reached back with both hands to slowly part the cheeks of her arse.

This was something I had never done, something I did not want to do. I thought myself a man of the world but this was an act that I regarded as completely unnatural even within a loving relationship. Susanne knew this and she had never before requested it from me by way of word or deed.

"Suzanne! Get off me now! We're finished!"

"I don't think you understand. We're finished when I say so..."

I shook my head in violent denial and braced myself for one final attempt to buck her off but I was hers and she knew it. She clamped my head still with her calves and then, with her buttocks still spread, she slowly descended.

"NOOooo!"

My scream was cut off along with the light and then she was upon me. Her deep cleft was slick with musky perspiration and she seemed to slide onto my face finding the contours and forming an airtight seal.

In some manner she seemed heavier than ever and I felt the blood flow pounding in my head as I was, by tiny degrees, being crushed into extinction. All manner of irrational thoughts crowded in upon me as I put up one final titanic struggle genuinely believing that she had gone insane and was intent on killing me.

My struggle was over almost before it began. I was weaker than I knew and my first attempt was almost pitiful but as I relaxed, believing that I was girding myself once more, I realized that I was like a drowning man letting go of the floating spar. I guess that consciousness slipped away because when I next became aware she was hovering above me again. Her spread buttocks, now imbued with a hideous menace, filled my field of vision and even the atmosphere was oppressive saturated as it was with the smell of her arousal and a darker underlying scent.

"Do it."

The command was simple, direct and absolutely clear and I had lost the will to resist. I had never felt more claustrophobic in my life and I would have done anything at that moment to get away. I put out my tongue, almost without thinking, and raised my head to reach her cleft.

The immediate taste was the familiar tang of her juices which were flowing freely but as I worked upwards, as I knew I must, I experienced the tainted salt of her perspiration. Once I had broken my taboo it became easier. I licked rhythmically but I studiously avoided the grey pink rosette that she proudly revealed. For a few moments I dared believe that I had done enough but she was simply toying with me.

"Lick it."

As she said it she knelt back just slightly but the implied threat was not lost on me. For a second or two I focused on her impeccably varnished finger nails as they kept her peeled apart but I knew I could not put it off any longer. Taking a deep breath, as much to steady my stomach as anything else, I leaned in and allowed the tip of my tongue to dance across the ribbed ring. Its texture was curiously pliable and it was, in an odd way, reminiscent of playing my tongue across her nipple but she was so much more sensitive here. I was aware that she had stopped breathing, as though she dare not believe it was happening, but as my tongue lingered she gave a deep heartfelt groan.

I thought I was holding myself together well but, as she finally began to breathe once more, I felt the ring begin to slowly distend.. I instinctively pulled back but she followed me down.

"Push it in ..."

I could taste bile at the back of my throat but her ever increasing weight on my face held a sinister menace. I could not do it yet I knew I had to; I could not bear another crushing session beneath her.

I closed my eyes tightly, firmed my tongue, and speared it upwards. She jolted away as though surprised but quickly settled back and I resumed my hateful task. I put the tip of my tongue into the centre of the ring and pushed but it was unyielding. I began to hope that, despite what I believed to be true, it would not possible to do as she wanted. For some seconds we remained frozen but then, almost frighteningly, the portal started to relax. It seemed to be gradually surrendering to my tongues assault but then with a suddenness which caught me off guard I found myself drawn deep inside.

"YESSsss!"

Her exultant cry was accompanied by a sudden tightening of the sheath of muscle and my tongue was painfully squeezed but I knew I must not withdraw. We remained fused together for some moments as she revelled in new sensations and then there was movement.

I had done all she asked and now deserved release but then I heard her moan and I realized that the movement I felt was the play of her fingers on her excited sex. She was masturbating whilst sitting on my face and she cared nothing for my discomfort which increased as she began a gentle rise and fall in order to maximize the sensation of my tongue rooted inside her.

"Get it deeper damn you!"

She bore down viciously to reinforce the message and I did the best I could. My sorely tested tongue gained another couple of millimetres and I swallowed sour tasting saliva.

Fortunately, her climax came quickly but she rode it out with her full weight on my face and with my tongue being painfully crushed. When it was over she was panting like a marathon runner and did not have the strength to lift herself off of me. I lay there with my hatred growing second by second and when she finally deigned to rise the dam burst.


"Get away from here as quickly and as far as you can because, as God is my witness, I am going to kill you."

For a second she looked astonished but then, before I could say another word, she left the room laughing as she went.

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Chapter 7

Notwithstanding my imprecation I still had to get free and I was put in the humbling position of having to shout for assistance. In fact I bellowed for over an hour, using language that would have embarrassed a trooper, until my throat was raw.

She did not return and at some point I fell into an exhausted sleep. When I awoke it was daylight and it was to find that my wrists had been freed. I thrust my legs into a pair of trousers and ran downstairs but there was no sign of Suzanne or her mother. In my frustration I picked up the Murano glass statuette of two entwined lovers that Suzanne had given me for my birthday and hurled it across the room where it smashed spectacularly against the wall.

I knew that Suzanne and I were finished: she had pushed me over the edge and there was no coming back but I needed time to think. I took an instant decision and looked out my hiking boots. Less than an hour later I was on the road heading towards the lakes.

I found lodging at a small family run hotel and stayed for three days. Each morning I set out on a strenuous hike and tried to put my thoughts in order. Once or twice, I admit, I did contemplate the possibility of seeking a reconciliation but even I could see that I had been strung along and the final humiliation I had suffered could never be forgiven.

By the third day my anger had cooled a little and the urge to visit physical harm upon her began to wane but a new idea came to mind. I had been feted by a number of her professional competitors over time and I decided that I would now take up some of the offers. The best way to get at her would be to take my talents to rival magazines.

When I returned to the house there was a final affirmation. Suzanne had removed all of her possessions leaving empty spaces in the wardrobe, the bathroom cabinets and even the DVD shelves. For a few moments I felt a sense of loss but I told myself it was a new beginning and I started to make a few phone calls.

Within two months I was as busy as ever and I noted with a certain smugness that Suzanne's official circulation figures were down. I was sure that this was not immediately attributable to me but it was pleasing to see that the two magazines to which I was now contributing both had an increasing readership.

I did not date anyone in the weeks immediately afterwards but my now regular trips to the gym probably had as much to do with the presence of one particularly attractive Asian woman as much as any thoughts about personal fitness. She seemed to be there most days but I was yet to engineer a coming together. The gym was very close to Suzanne's office, which was why I joined it in the first place, and there was a chance that I would run into someone I knew but I was damned if I was going to allow that to influence me. I even kept up my habit of going to the Starbucks next door after a session.

It was whilst sitting there one day that I saw a familiar face. In fact it was the red hair I noticed first but as she turned towards me there was no mistaking Gwen's lightly freckled smiling features. As soon as she saw me she waved and came to join me on the sofa.

"Chris! Nice to see you. How's things?"

"Great, thanks. And you?"

"Not so good. Eric and I split."

"I'm sorry. I thought you two were good together. What happened?"

I began to fear that my question was impudent as she did not answer immediately but when she looked at me again her eyes were tearful.

"It was Suzanne..."

As she said it I felt an irrational jolt of jealousy but she could see I had misconstrued.

"No, she didn't steal him."

"Then what?"

It seemed to take her a long time to summon up the courage to speak again.

"Look, you know better than anyone what a bitch she can be...she's blackmailing me."

As she said it the words sounded melodramatic, almost absurd, but, if true, it explained a number of things.

"For money?"

"...for favours."

Knowing the nature of those "favours" my next question was almost blurted.

"What the hell does she have on you?"

There was another lengthy pause before she started again.

"I was at a party. I had sex with a guy from another brokerage house. Somebody managed to shoot some video."

"And that's bad?"

"He was a business rival. If my bosses got to hear of it my career would be finished. It's a close knit community and it's hard enough as it is being a woman."

"Was it Suzanne?"

"She was certainly at the party but it doesn't matter; one way or another she has the tape now. She keeps it in her office safe."

I wanted to know more but Gwen was too overcome. She refused my offer of another coffee and I saw her, still tearful, into a taxi. After she left I felt that I had suddenly gotten a real insight into Suzanne's true nature and it confirmed my worse fears. Gwen's anguish plagued me for the rest of the day and that evening I took a decision.

I waited until after midnight and drove to Suzanne's office. I had not been asked to return my pass and when I showed it to the security guard I was waved through without question; it was not unusual for staff to work through the night to meet a tight deadline. I made my way up to the fourth floor and found all in darkness but the corridor lighting came on automatically as I made my way to the editor's office.

Once inside I was sorely tempted to go through Suzanne's desk but I resisted the temptation and concentrated on the job in hand. The safe was a small floor stander in the corner of the room and I knelt down in front of it. It had a numeric keypad and I knew that it was a four digit combination. I had seen Suzanne open it on a number of occasions and, whilst I had never tried to discern the combination I could take a good guess.

I had been told that after three failed attempts the failsafe kicked in and the safe could then only be opened after a time delay but I was banking on Suzanne's laziness with numbers.

She used the same four digit PIN number wherever she could, including credit cards, and so it was with a fair degree of certainty that I tapped in the year of her birth.

The locks clicked and I pulled open the door. The interior light came on and I saw what I wanted immediately. There were just three bundles of documents, a petty cash tin, and a padded envelope. I took the envelope, checked inside to make sure it contained the tape, and then relocked the safe.

When I got back home I was euphoric at having got one over on Suzanne and I could hardly wait for morning to come so that I could give Gwen the good news. In the event Gwen did not go into work and I was told that she had phoned in unwell. I was loathe to phone her at the flat but I figured that there was little likelihood of Suzanne or Irene being there during the day time and I could simply put the phone down if needs be.

Gwen answered after a few rings and I explained in excited terms what I had done. She sounded as happy as I hoped she might and I agreed to drive over and give her the tape to dispose of as she wished. When she opened the door to me she looked anything but unwell. She was wearing a gauzy nightdress which shimmered as she moved and I found it hard to keep my eyes fixed at face level. She was also wearing make-up befitting a night out rather than a day stuck indoors. I began to wonder if she had designs on me and whilst I would have been extremely flattered the last thing I needed at this stage was complications.

She led me through to the living room and had me sit in the chair on which I had seen her being abused by Suzanne.

"I guess we had better check to see if it's the right tape."

I replied gallantly.

"You don't have to. Not whilst I'm here."

She seemed unfazed as she knelt down and fiddled with a camcorder which was already plugged into the TV. As the screen flickered into life the voyeur in me felt a twinge of excitement and I began to wonder just how explicit the footage might be.

The opening shot showed a darkened room in which it was hard to pick out any detail but then a figure moved in the foreground. It was clearly a man and, as I watched, he walked across the room, and went down slowly to his knees. My mind painted in a picture of Gwen standing in front of him but I had it wrong. Suddenly the screen was bathed with light and all became clear. I recognized my own face caught in the light from the safe.

"What the hell is going on!"

I lunged at Gwen but the reply to my question came from behind me.

"I would say it was a thief caught in the act."

Suzanne stood in the doorway with a smile on her face that could only be described as triumphant. I looked back at Gwen who was now holding two identical tapes in her hand.

"Suzanne planned it. She knew if I sold you a sob story you would go into your white knight routine."

I felt my heart lurch. I had been set up, but for what?

"You see Chris it seems I need you after all."

"Forget it Suzanne. We're finished."

"Don't flatter yourself. It's your professional competence I need. You're going to help me get my circulation figures back on track."

"You must be joking!"

"I'm deadly serious. You'll do exactly what you're told or else I go to the police. A former employee robbing his company ...the courts appear to be coming down hard on industrial espionage right now."

"That's not the way it was!"

"Really? So how do you intend to prove otherwise?"

She had me by the balls and she knew it.

"Gwen, you'll support me. I was doing it to help you."

Even as I made my entreaty an odd smile crossed her face.

"Can I have him now?"

I got to my feet and spoke through gritted teeth.

"I'm leaving."

"If you do, I'm going to the police. My lawyers tell me that industrial espionage mixed in with a motive of petty revenge will get you a one year jail term. Given your clean record it will probably be commuted to six months but, believe me, you are going to prison.

I could not believe that it was Suzanne saying this. We had once had a discussion about our greatest fears and I had confessed to a terror of incarceration. I felt sure that my claustrophobia, mild as it was, would drive me insane if I was locked in a cell for any length of time. I needed time to think.

"What do you want from me?"

"It's simple. I want those six months. In that time you will do anything and everything that I ask of you. Once I get the Paris job you can go your own way."

"What would I have to do?"

"To start with I owe my thanks to Gwen. I think she wants you to get undressed."

With those few words the true implication of "anything and everything" came home to me. It has to be said that the prospect of having sex with Gwen was not entirely unattractive but the truth was that I was being bartered like a piece of meat. The only comfort I could draw from it was the hope that it might spark a twinge of jealousy in Suzanne and that she might come to realize just what she had sacrificed.

I knew then that I wanted to spite her. With my mind still racing I started to strip out of my clothes wondering if it was Suzanne's intention to stay and watch. Oddly, the prospect of her acting as a voyeur added to my steadily growing excitement and, by the time I was down to my boxer shorts, I was sporting an impressive erection.

"I want it the way we discussed."

There was something a little off kilter about the way in which Gwen spoke these words to Suzanne but I was soon to be enlightened.

"I told Gwen about your touching gesture. She thought the prospect of having a man totally helpless to do with as she wished sounded very appealing,"

Seemingly from nowhere Gwen had produced a pair of handcuffs and she allowed them to dangle from her finger.

"Now look, I'll fuck you, if that's what you want, but that's all."

Gwen got to her feet and gestured towards the coffee table.

"Come and lie down."

"Fuck this. I'm out of here."

"As you wish. Gwen, pass me the phone."

"Suzanne, be reasonable. Look, I'll work for you again, for six months, but that's as far as it goes."

"I don't think you're in a position to dictate terms. Now, do as Gwen says or I phone the police."

The look in her eyes told me that she was in deadly earnest and I suppose, from her standpoint, if I was not going to work for her she was going to make damn sure that I did not work for anyone else. I needed time to think and I needed to consult with my own lawyer but, in the meanwhile, I had no options.

With obvious reluctance I walked across to the fireplace in front of which the space was dominated by a long low coffee table with a mosaic tiled surface. I laid down awkwardly and found that the table was just long enough to support my head and buttocks but Gwen was not satisfied.

"Shift yourself up."

I did as she asked and she positioned a cushioned footstool beneath my head.

"Join your hands underneath."

It took a great effort of will to obey but Suzanne picked up the telephone and the implied threat was sufficient. The table's width meant that I could not actually join my hands but it was enough for Gwen's purposes. She closed the first cuff around my wrist and then, with a painful strain on my shoulders, she tugged my other wrist close enough to finally secure me in place.

Even at that moment I still believed that she simply wanted to fuck me but, looking back on it, I suppose I was being wilfully blind to her true intentions. She took a turn around the table and rubbed her hands in glee like a child finding exactly the present she wanted beneath the tree. I bit back the urge to tell her to simply get on with it but she did not keep me waiting long. She lifted her nightdress to reveal that she was not wearing anything underneath and then eased into position straddling the footstool.

I found myself staring up at the red fringed slit of her sex and beyond that the beaming smile on her face.

"Are you ready?"

She was goading me but I refused to rise to it. I simply wanted it over. I braced myself as she relaxed her leg muscles and slowly let herself fall but she stopped just a couple of inches above my face.

"I have so been looking forward to this...don't you think it's pretty?"

She used two fingers to part herself and I could see and smell that she was extremely turned on.

"I restrained myself. As soon as I knew I could have you I wanted to bring myself off but I resisted the temptation and saved it all for you...aren't you pleased?"

She pressed her middle finger into the folds of her labia and it disappeared up to the second knuckle with an audible squelch. I shut my eyes in disgust but only to feel her finger trailing across my tightly closed lips.

"Taste me..."

I kept my eyes closed and resisted but I heard a dark sucking noise as she sank her finger deep inside herself for a second time.

"Doesn't it taste beautiful..."

This time she pressed her finger more firmly against my mouth and the tip slid between my lips.

"Come on...don't be coy...taste my pussy...you know you want to."

Short of biting her I had little choice other than to accept her finger.

"There's a good boy."

She worked her finger around the inside of my mouth and it was filled by the taste with which I had become so familiar.

"There's more...see how turned on I am for you."

This time she pushed two fingers inside herself and gave a moan as she worked them as deep as she could.

"Open your eyes..."

I did as she asked and she smiled as she held her fingers just in front of my face and then slowly parted them to reveal glistening web-like strands.

"Suck them for me..."

She pushed them into my mouth but at first I could not bring myself to do as she asked. She gave me a second or two and then she took the initiative. She pressed her fingers onto my tongue and then smeared my gums and teeth.

It seemed worse this way than actually having to eat her out and she laughed as I used my tongue to try and clean the inside of my mouth.

"See, you do like it...show me how much."

With that she eased all the way down and her sopping sex came to rest over my mouth. Had it been Suzanne I would have brought her to the boil slowly using all the oral skills that she demanded of me but I was banking on this being a new experience for Gwen and I decided to plunge straight in.

I firmed my tongue and accepted her initial inundation before homing in on her clitoris which turned out to be surprisingly large. It had the desired effect.

"Oh fuck me! Yes! Right there!...Lick me!..."

The downside of her inexperience was her total disregard for my wellbeing. She took hold of my hair in both hands and tore my head from side to side as she gave herself up to the seemingly unique pleasure of riding out her orgasm on a helpless man's face.

It had probably taken no longer than fifteen minutes from beginning to end but, as she dismounted from my face, I felt as though I had gone three rounds with Tyson.

"Bravo!"

Suzanne gave a mock round of applause and Gwen acknowledged it with an equally mock bow. The truth was, in my struggle for survival, I had forgotten that she was still in the room but now I looked across at her fearing that she might take the opportunity to join in.

"I have to get back to the office. I have a meeting."

My relief at hearing Suzanne excuse herself was short lived.

"Stay, just a minute, I want to show you my new toy."

Gwen left the room but was back seconds later carrying a nondescript cardboard box. She opened it and impatiently cast the tissue paper packaging onto the floor. Suzanne laughed out loud and I strained to see what it was that Gwen was showing her.

"It feels odd."

"Let me have it back. It will be easier if I demonstrate."

Now Gwen came towards me and for the first time I could see what she was holding. It was a black phallus, about eight inches long and thick in proportion. I could also see that it had a strap hanging from it and I felt the muscles in my buttocks tensing involuntarily. This was a step too far and I prepared myself to fend her off but she came and knelt beside the footstool.

"I want you to open your mouth for me."

I could see now that the phallus had a flared base like an inverted funnel and there was no way in the world I was going to let her put it into my month. I gritted my teeth and shook my head like a child refusing a mouthful of food.

"Come on...don't be a spoilsport...pretty please..."

She playfully pinched my nostrils closed but I breathed through my clenched teeth and refused to give in. Then, I felt it, a moment of blinding pain. Whilst I was engaged in a battle of wills Suzanne had moved closer and now she had my balls pinned beneath the sole of her shoe. As the pressure gradually increased I cried out for her to stop and Gwen seized her chance. She slipped the phallus into my mouth giving it a deft twist so that the flange was behind my teeth. It was then all too easy for her to slip the elasticated strap behind my head and pull it tight

Without the use of my hands there was no way I could push it out with my tongue and the more I tried the drier my mouth became. I found that I could not produce saliva and I felt the onset of panic. Suzanne looked down into my widened eyes with curiosity.

"What's going on?"

Gwen seemed delighted to illuminate her.

"It made from a material called 'Moisture Magnet'. It was developed as a watering aid for house plants but this woman, Heike Stellgarten found another use for it. She's an artist, active on the Dutch fetish scene. These things cost a small fortune but when I heard about him I had to have one. Right now it's sucking up all the moisture his mouth can produce into a central reservoir. When the reservoir is full it will start to drip out at the base."

She smiled at that point and took hold of the phallus which was now protruding obscenely from my mouth.

"Along here, you can see little dots of the same material. Let me show you."

Without any further preamble she took up her position over my face once again and, knowing what was to come, I started to wrench my head back and forth, but she simply took hold of the shaft and it was all too easy to hold me still.

"Once I'm settled you can struggle all you want, in fact, I shall be disappointed if you don't."

I watched with horror as she guided to tip of the shaft to her opening and then, very slowly, she relaxed and allowed gravity to take over. It disappeared inch by inch and I could see her labia stretching to accommodate the welcomed intrusion but, as my face took more of her weight, it felt as though my jaw was going to break. When she finally came to rest she squeezed the sides of my face with her inner thighs and then she spoke once more.

"It will start to take up my juices and then, very shortly, they will be fed directly into his mouth."

To illustrate her point she eased herself up along the shaft and I could see that it was coated but, even as I watched, tiny dry circles appeared as the accursed material did its work. Within seconds cool drips began to fall to the back of my throat. To start with there was no obvious taste but then, as she slipped down the shaft for a second time, my mouth began to fill with a familiar musky tang.

It might not have been so bad if I could have controlled my swallow reflex but, with my jaw forced open and her weight bearing down it was a test of endurance. Her voice sounded like something from another world as she spoke to Suzanne with casual disdain.

"I've always thought of myself as something of a juicy bitch and now my little boy is going to drink it all down."

She rose and fell with metronomic precision pistoning the shaft deep inside and the tube continued to feed me. It was only a matter of drops but in my agitated state I began to feel as if I was drowning. I tried twisting my head to try and illicit some mercy from her but the sound of her laughter told me that I was achieving completely the opposite effect.

To make matters worse, each time her taut labia eased down the shaft they formed a noticeable bow wave of creamy spume and this too was now finding it's way around the flange and into my mouth.

I wanted her to speed up. I desperately needed some evidence that the nightmare had an end, but, when the finish came, I was to regret my desire. She did increase the pace, just a little, but this had no appreciable effect on the rate of flow. The droplets fell onto my tongue and oozed down my throat with a rhythmic inevitability and, as time passed, each droplet seemed to bear a stronger taste than the last.

She signaled the end by taking the top of my head in her hands and I braced myself for a final lunging sprint to the finish but it was not to be. She slid down the shaft one final time and then she relaxed, completely. She held herself there, poised on my face, and ground out her climax in a series of tiny, shunting, movements. I did not think that I could take any more. My face, and particularly my mouth and nose, felt pummelled, but, as her climax took her to its pinnacle, she tensed her legs and lifted them from the floor holding them out in a wide vee.

The pain was almost indescribable as she held herself for the long lingering seconds that it took for the sensations to run their course and it was only the elasticated strap that stopped the shaft from being driven to the back of my throat.

Finally, she eased herself off of the shaft in a leisurely fashion but for some seconds my face still registered her phantom weight. When I eventually recovered some feeling it was only to find that the dripping had not stopped and, as she started to speak to Suzanne once more, I was left neglected as I continued to swallow.

"You'll have to tell me how I go about getting one of those."

"It's easy. She has a web site. I'd ordered mine over the net."

"Perhaps I can order a larger size."

The remark was intended for my ears and they both laughed as they noted my shocked reaction.

"Well, much as I am enjoying myself, I have to get to the office. I'll leave him in your capable hands, but don't wear him out."

I was not sure whether or not to be relieved or worried by Suzanne's departure but once she was gone Gwen wasted no time. I tried to reason with her but she just laughed at my muted pleas and then she left the room. When she returned she was holding a tube which might have contained toothpaste but as she squeezed some out into the palm of her hand I could see that it was a clear gel.

"It's edible lube...chocolate flavour."

Once again, I shook my head but she simply took hold of the shaft and my actions only helped to smear the gel over the surface. I hoped that the channels would become clogged but, within seconds, I could taste the distinctive flavour of chocolate albeit artificial.

The fact that she had used lube suggested that my ordeal was far from over but I could not take any more. As she moved into place above me once again, this time facing down my body, I had tears in my eyes as I tried to beg.

I shook my head as vigourously as I could but she stilled me by the simple expedient of lodging the tip of the shaft between the taut cheeks of her arse. Then, and only then, did I realize. Her hands came into view as she used them to spread her cheeks and I looked up in terror as she let her weight drive the shaft slowly and deeply inside.

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Chapter 8

I have tried, without total success, to erase from my memory those final hours in which I was left at Gwen's mercy. At the finish she released me and I simply walked away without a word. I could have murdered her. I would not thought myself capable of it but after what she had put me through I knew that I did, after all, have it in me. The only thing that stopped me was the slender possibility that, if I employed a solicitor, she might just be sufficiently shaken to tell the truth about the blackmail video tape.

The following morning I was surprised to find that my face showed no obvious signs of the abuse that I had suffered but internally it was a different matter; all of my teeth ached, my gums were tender and my throat was raw. I had brushed my teeth repeatedly but I could still taste her.

I was filled with anger as I looked up the telephone number of my solicitor but, just as I was about to dial, the phone rang.

"Good morning. How are you feeling?"

At the sound of Suzanne's voice I was tempted to slam the phone down but I needed to know what she had to say. I replied tersely.

"I think you can guess."

"What I'm guessing is that you are about to get in contact with your solicitor. I wouldn't if I were you. For a start she specializes in copyright issues so she is only going to refer you to one of the other partners who will be a stranger to you. I can also assure you that Gwen is not going to support your story.

Your case is indefensible. You are a former contractor for the magazine. We apprised you of your termination in writing and paid you everything that was due to you. On the personal front I shall simply say that the break up of our relationship was brought about by you recent aberrant behaviour. If it ever gets to court it will be a clear case of industrial espionage motivated by jealousy, spite and petty revenge."

I knew I was trapped but my instincts made me fight.

"You can't prove 'aberrant behaviour'"

"You think not? My mother is prepared to say that she arrived at your house to find you handcuffed to the bed..."

I found it hard to think. Had Luisa told Suzanne the truth or was she simply prepared to say whatever was necessary in support of her daughter? I was still trying to digest the implications when the next blow came.

"...and a certain photo has come to light."

"Photo?"

"Of you, in the boardroom. You seem to be having a very good time with an old friend of mind."

Had my infidelity really been witnessed? Is this what had brought about such a change in Suzanne? When had she found out? I felt a desperate need to explain but how would it sound? In the final analysis I had acted more in my own interests than hers.

"Take a couple of days to recover. Be in the office on Friday at nine sharp."

In the end I did not consult a solicitor. I hated to admit it but I had been stupid and she had me cold. I did do a little research into recent industrial espionage claims and, as far as I could see, she was not lying. The courts were coming down hard and a jail term looked inevitable. As a white collar crime it would probably be time served in an open prison but that made the prospect no more attractive.

On Friday I found myself standing in front of her desk like a recalcitrant schoolboy.

"Did you mean what you said?"

"It's simple. You give me your best and six months from now, when I get the Paris job, we need never see one another again."

She handed me a portfolio.

"You can start by casting an eye over the layout for this New York piece."

"I've still got a commission to finish for Dorothea."

I had spoken without thinking and the mention of one of her publishing rivals brought a glint of anger to her eyes.

"I hadn't intended to make a start quite so early but I think you need a lesson. Come around here and get yourself under the desk."

"I'm sorry?"

"Don't make me say it again. Just do it."

I opened my mouth to speak but she cautioned me to silence by putting a finger to her lips.

"Don't question me. Just understand that if, at any time in the next six months, you do not do exactly what I say I will have you prosecuted."

"Suze, doesn't what we had mean anything?"

The cold look on her face, with just a hint of a cruel smile, told me, as no words could, that she felt nothing for me but disdain.

I had no cards left to play. I got down on all fours and crawled under the desk like a beast in a kennel. Any lingering hopes that I may have entertained about only being required for my professional artistic talents were finally dashed.

She waited until I was in place and then she quickly slipped her panties down her bare, tanned legs and stepped out of them.

"Don't rush it."

With that she wheeled her chair back into place and sealed my cell. The confined space was soon redolent of her arousal and I leaned forward to begin the familiar, but hateful task.

I had barely started before she picked up the phone.

"Dorothea? It's Suzanne. I'll come straight to the point. Chris has decided that he wants to come back into the fold....I really couldn't say... I guess he just prefers the working conditions here...poor man was on his bended knees almost as soon as he came through the door...I believe that he would do almost anything for me...Yes I'll be sure to tell him...Sure, lunch, I'll have our secretaries arrange it. Bye for now"

She put down the phone and her disembodied voice floated down to me.

"She put a brave face on it but I think she was angry. Somehow I think you are going to have to whistle for your money."

It was yet another cruel twist of the knife. The work I had completed to date for Dorothea was worth thousands but if I walked out on her for no good reason why should she pay?

As she imparted the bad news she became more obviously aroused and her sex grew warmer but I carried on licking gently at her labia knowing better than to venture further without some indication.

She kept me there for the rest of the morning, during which time there were many comings and goings, but I was not allowed to rest. I even had to lick her through a lengthy session of dictation and I wondered what her secretary would think were she to know what was happening just in front of her feet separated only by the desks' modesty board.

Towards lunch time the air beneath the desk had become rank and my clothes were plastered to my body by perspiration. My back, neck and mouth were all crying for mercy but I could find no relief in the confined space.

I had just reached the point where I knew I would have to ask for a break when I heard her secretary's voice once again.

"James Fisher is in reception."

"Good. Bring him up."

When her secretary had left she spoke again.

"You remember James? The bastard is almost too handsome for his own good. Forever coming on to me even when he knew you and I were together. He's taking me for lunch but I'm going to stall him for ten minutes. During that time I want you to make me come."

Without warning she got up allowing her skirt to drop back into place.

"James! Take a seat. I just need to finish something here. No more than ten minutes I promise. You can talk to me whilst I read."

I heard the sound of a chaste kiss and then the newcomer sat down in the seat just behind me. At the same time Suzanne took her seat again deftly raising her skirt as she did so.

I found it hard to believe that the scent that had surrounded me for hours, which had permeated my clothes and my skin, could not be sensed throughout the room.

This time she opened her legs wider making her raw pink gorge more apparent within the dark wet undergrowth. Knowing now that the end of my ordeal was in sight I set to work as discretely as possible tonguing her clitoris which had swelled to an almost painful firmness after hours of stimulation.

Predictably her guest started to flirt with her and I was surprised to feel a frisson of jealousy not least when Suzanne began to lead him on whilst all the while growing more aroused.

"James, I just need to adjust my make-up. Wait for me outside and I'll just be two shakes."

She could just about string the words together coherently. As soon as he had left the room she surrendered to the pent up sexual tension that had built up over the hours. It was a noisy, violent orgasm that refused to ebb away. I kept my tongue in place as she reached a series of plateaux each just a little higher than the last and then commenced a juddering descent.

By the time she had finished her legs were slick with perspiration and the heat almost made me faint.

"Clean me up."

I knew exactly what she wanted. With long sweeps of my tongue I licked the salty residue from her skin starting at her calves and working my way up to her thighs until I reached the apex and I could preen her sodden pubis.

I could tell by her body language that she wanted to go again but she had already kept her lunch companion waiting for an uncomfortably long time and so she made a quick trip to the en suite washroom and then walked out without another word.

After that my life settled into a nightmarish pattern. The hours spent on publishing work were long and hard as Suzanne set her staff a punishing schedule in her effort to stay ahead. The hours spent between her legs seemed longer still. She made use of me every day and sometimes twice a day. She would barely acknowledge me and would often carry on working as I went about my duty; I was simply a means to an end.

On two occasions she accompanied me home. Both times she was slightly the worse for alcohol and she insisted on tying me to the bed before she proceeded to ride my face. She took hours over it and I knew that she was turned on almost as much by my humiliation as she was by the physical sensations.

From then on humiliation became very much part of the ritual. Suzanne got wind of the fact that there had been some innocent flirting between me and a woman from a photo agency that the magazine used regularly. She was a year younger than me, intelligent and had classic English rose good looks. I knew that I could not take it further until I was free of Suzanne and I think that my reticence only served to pique her interest.

One morning Suzanne called me into the office and I locked the door behind me as had become my habit. I waited to see if she wanted me to attend to her beneath the desk or if she wanted to be more relaxed on the leather guest sofa. For a moment or two I was left guessing as, unusually, she stood up to remove her skirt and underwear. Normally she kept her skirt on and I would be forced to make as good a job of it as I could.

"Come here. Kneel behind me."

I did as she asked and watched as she bent forward over the desk blatantly showing off the creamy perfection of her arse.

"I am going to make a phone call and you are going to rim me as enthusiastically as you can."

She knew I hated it but generally she would only make this demand of me when she was in a particularly vicious mood. It was not so much the physical act, I had become adept and insensate at the same time, but more the symbolism; it was her unspoken way of letting me know me that I was beneath contempt.

I carefully spread her cheeks to reveal her tight rosette which was already pouting in anticipation. I started slowly, in the way that she liked, with long sweeps of the tip of my tongue along the whole of her furrow picking up the saline taste of slightly stale perspiration.

Once I had started she picked up the phone and dialed.

"Can I speak to Faye please..."

When I heard the name I stopped what I was doing but Suzanne reached back and grabbed a hank of my hair to pull me back into place. Faye was the girl from the photo agency.

"Faye...it's Suzanne...can you hold for just one second?"

She put her hand over the receiver and looked at me over your shoulder.

"What I say to her is entirely up to you but I want to feel your tongue deeper than you've ever managed before."

I was tempted to tell her to do her worst, after all it was not as though I was smitten with Faye, but I would not have put it past Suzanne, in her present mood, to say something that might get back to the marketplace and put my professional reputation in jeopardy.

I had no pride left to swallow. I braced my tongue and, using its new found skill, I pushed it past the initial resistance and then deep inside where it was held in an unyielding embrace.

"Sorry Faye...no it's a purely social call."

She reached across and, replacing the handset, put the call on speaker.

"A little birdie tells me that you've been taking an interest in Chris."

"I heard you guy's had split."

"Don't get me wrong. He and I are through. He's a free agent."

"I wasn't sure...with him still working for you."

Suzanne gave a conspiratorial laugh.

"The truth is, even though its over, I think he's still a little besotted with me."

"Look, if you guys are getting back together, I'll back off."

"No it's over. He was getting a little too demanding."

"Demanding?"

"Look, I shouldn't really say this but he has a bit of a fixation."

"Do go on."

"Straight sex is not his thing."

At this point I nearly choked but she used her well trained muscles to keep me fixed in place.

"Are you telling me he's gay?

"No, no. He's a real ladies man. It's just that he loves going down on me. He'll do it for hours and then, in the morning, I'll wake up and find him right back down there."

"And that's a problem!"

I wanted Faye to be offended by Suzanne's brazenness but all I could hear in her voice was disbelief coloured with an anticipatory excitement.

"No problem. He's very good at it, but a girl likes something a little more conventional now and again."

They both laughed and then Faye spoke.

"Well if you've finished with him he sounds like a good man to have around if only for a few weeks."

I knew than that Suzanne had made a far better reading of Faye than I and that female intuition was not something to be taken lightly. They laughed again and Suzanne brought her hand down to her sex and her fingers began a familiar dance.

"By the way, if he asks you to sit on his face make sure you've got a good magazine handy."

"You're not serious!"

"There's nothing he likes more. The more violently you come on his face the better""Oh, this sounds just too good!"

As Suzanne grew more amused her fingers moved more quickly. She began to rub her clitoris with a firm circular motion and I found my tongue being squeezed rhythmically as she drove herself on towards her inevitable orgasm.

"It gets better. He can get his tongue into all sorts of places."

"You don't mean...?"

"You just try stopping him."

They both broke into laughter with Suzanne's growing more shrill as she reached a climax crushing my tongue painfully in the process. When she finally calmed down she had difficulty in modulating her voice.

"I hope I haven't put you off him."

"Far from it. Certainly doesn't sound like a keeper but I don't see why I shouldn't amuse myself for a while."

"Well he's all yours, but I would beg just one favour of you. Can you hold off for a few weeks? It suits me to have him around at the moment; it's a critical time for the magazine."

"After what you've just told me it will be hard to wait, but of course I will. Thank you for being so candid with me."

"You're welcome. I'm sure you'll enjoy him."

Suzanne relaxed her muscles and allowed me to slip my tongue free as they made their goodbyes. I could feel my face red with anger.

"Does the whole world have to know?"

Suzanne laughed.

"Don't worry. She is not going to tell anyone. She is going to want you all to herself."

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Chapter 9

The only positive that I could take from it was the fact that I had now seen Faye as the woman she truly was. I still had to deal with her on a day to day basis, in the context of the magazine, and her flirting now took on a far more sinister aspect but I was determined to have nothing more to do with her when the time came

After three months I thought I would go insane. I seriously considered selling up and leaving the country. My offence was not an extradition matter and I figured that I could quietly return after a year or two. I had even got to the point of checking property values when Claudette put her cards on the table and gave three months notice.

Finally, the end was in sight. The Paris vacancy was official but Suzanne was not going to rest on her laurels. Circulation was up but now she wanted an increase in advertising unit profits. I knew that the advertising editor and her two assistants were already feeling the strain but Suzanne wanted another turn of the screw.

She called a meeting of the advertising team in the boardroom to which I was surprised to be invited. We sat and made small talk whilst we waited for Suzanne to arrive and I reflected on how different the three of them were. Dana, the department head, was an advertising professional. Now, somewhere in her thirties, she had worked in magazine advertising ever since university and was highly thought of in the industry. Like many women in the magazine industry she was blessed with better than average looks which she was able to enhance by courtesy of the various free health and beauty treatments that advertisers offered as inducements.

Tracy, her number two, had been in the job for less than two years but it was generally considered that she was going places. I guessed she was about twenty four but never seemed to have time for boyfriends. She poured herself heart and soul into the job much to the chagrin of the young males on the staff who she was forever rebuffing. The fact was that the young blonde could easily have graced the inside pages of the magazine herself if she had a mind to.

The third member of the trio was Kim an American educated Vietnamese girl who was something of an enigma. She was working in advertising but it was clear that she was too was destined for greater things. She had degrees in both finance and media and I would not have bet against her owning her own title at some point in the future. She was in her early twenties but could have passed for a teenager were it not for her ample chest which was unusual in itself in a Vietnamese. She was so also something of a honey pot for the boys but I had no clues about her social life.

Suzanne arrived and got down to business straight away. Revenues and campaigns were discussed and after nearly an hour I was in danger of dozing off. Only when the conversation grew heated did I tune back in. Dana was making her point.

"It's not a question of money; you're paying overtime and you've been generous with bonuses. It's just that the long hours leave us no time for ourselves. I've worked seven days a week for a month now and it's no secret that my boyfriend has moved out."

Suzanne paused for a moment before replying.

"Let's be frank with one another. You know that I'm going for the Paris job but it's not stopping there. I want to go all the way to the top and loyalty will always be rewarded"

I could see a spark in their eyes as she said this. Even Dana's interest was piqued but she still had an axe to grind.

"It's okay for you Suzanne. You keep your former boyfriend on the team and your office door is suspiciously locked a lot of the time."

There was a long silence and I feared for Dana as we awaited Suzanne's response but when she finally spoke it was with a measured calmness.

"You're right Dana. He was my boyfriend but the emphasis is now very much on the 'ex' and I intend to show you why I have my door locked."

I looked up in shocked surprise as the implications suddenly hit me.

"Now if any of you want to leave I will fully understand but I simply look upon it as an incentive scheme."

As she spoke she got up from the chair. She hitched her skirt and, with her back to her three colleagues, she sat on the edge of the table.

"Suzanne, not like this. Make them leave."

"Don't be silly. Come here and show them what you do."

"I...can't"

"Don't make me ask for a second time...especially as you don't know the current whereabouts of your passport."

She knew! The witch knew what I had been thinking but of more immediate concern was my passport. I kept it at home in an unlocked drawer of my desk and with what I knew now I would not have put it past her to have stolen it.

She might have been bluffing but my only choice was to do as she wanted and get it over with as quickly as possible; I could then slip away and check for myself. I looked at the three women in turn hoping to shame them into leaving but all I could see in their faces was an excited curiosity.

As I moved round in front of her and went down to my knees she gave me a victorious smile and I heard Tracy give a gasp. It occurred to me, in that instant, that what they were witnessing was, for them, extraordinary but I had come to accept it as the natural order of things. For the first time I began to consider, as a real possibility, that I may have been psychologically damaged.

Suzanne parted her bare legs but I was surprised to see that she was still wearing panties. They were white, filmy and evidencing a growing damp spot. I reached towards them only to be rebuffed.

"Just do it."

She had made me do it like this once or twice before, only as a prelude to the real thing, but this time it was different. I leaned in and licked hesitantly at the slick material but she put a hand to the back of my head and pulled me closer.

"Lick me."

I did as she asked sweeping my tongue in wide strokes and tasting her juices as they seeped through the ever damper fabric.

"Put your tongue inside."

She still gave no indication that I was to remove her panties and so I simply pushed with my tongue and found little resistance; the fibres yielded enough to allow me some way in but it was an odd sensation. The landscape of her sex was so familiar to me. I knew every contour, every aspect, and the pleasure each could bring her but now I felt like a stranger as I licked against the unnatural smoothness.

There was no respite. She kept me toiling for several minutes as she gave a running commentary for the benefit of her rapt audience.

"Lick harder...that's nice...I'm so wet...suck me."

At long last I was commanded to bring proceedings to a close.

"Lick my clit."

I withdrew my tongue from the steamy confines of her sex and, as I did so, she pulled the panties tight against her pudendum. Her sex was crudely exposed by the sodden transparent material and her clitoris formed a swollen disk. I began to lick it with the flat of my tongue and it was only a matter of seconds before her body started to go into spasm. She opened her legs wider as she hit the peak and a mist of ejaculate escaped the fine weave. I breathed it in unthinkingly, drawing it deep into my lungs.

She was still riding the high as she got off of the table and adjusted her skirt.

"Who's next?"

"Suzanne, I'm not..."

"You will do exactly what you're told!"

The three women were intelligent enough. They could see that she had some sort of hold over me but none spoke up in my defence. Instead, they sat there weighing up options and in the next few seconds I could see that they had all reached the same, almost inevitable, conclusion. It was simply a matter of who dared.

Dana would have naturally taken the lead but she was still slightly wary and I could almost hear her brain as she tried to focus on the whole picture. Tracy looked the most eager. She was almost squirming in her seat as she willed herself to take the plunge but then, to everyone's surprise, not least Suzanne's, Kim stood up.

"He can do me."

Her American education had imbued her with a certain degree of chutzpah when it came to her career but I still thought of her as an archetypal Vietnamese when it came to personal relationships. I was to be proved horribly wrong. As she started to unfasten the pants of her business suit she was clearly no shrinking violet.

She stepped out of the pants, folded them carefully over the back of the chair, and then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her white tanga panties. I had never seen her in a skirt or dress but now I could see that her slim legs were everything I had imagined they would be. She allowed me to look for a moment before she slipped her panties down with a slinky grace.

"Come here."

She said it quietly but with authority and I got up from my aching knees and approached her. She was a good twelve inches shorter than me and, as I drew nearer, I towered over her but she held my gaze unflinchingly.

"Get down, on your haunches."

There was something about the way she said it. It was with a confidence that could only have been borne of experience and I was aware of the other three almost holding their breath. Even so, I saw it as a battle of wills. I felt sure that now it was a reality she would have second thoughts but, as I went to my knees once more, she placed her hands on her hips allowing her blouse and jacket to ride up.

In the space of seconds I felt myself coming to erection. Her sex was the most perfect thing I had ever seen. Her pubic hair was, straight, blue black and razor cut to form a fine pelt within which her labia lay. They were almost perfectly symmetrical, tight to one another at the base and then unfurling gradually as they opened to reveal her hooded clitoris at the apex.

I could not help but stare. I saw in her sex the shape of a coy woman her hooded head bowed and her heavy cloak pulled tightly about her. I sensed that I was not the first to be awestruck but I was allowed no time for reverie. She took a step forward and, at the same time, she took hold of my hair and pulled my head back. The strain on my spine was painful and immediate but, to her, it was of no matter. She slinked forward and settled herself over my mouth and my erection wilted as quickly as it had arisen.

To look at her you would think that she carried no weight at all but as she relaxed and bent my neck even further back it felt as if she had suddenly gained pounds. I opened my mouth and accepted her sex which was already hot and moist but the scent that invaded my nostrils was odd. I guessed that she must have applied some perfume to her inner thighs and the combined fragrance had the heavy, mossy overtones of patchouli. It wrapped itself around me and seemed to saturate the air.

Our roles were now reversed as she towered over me and smiled down into my eyes.

"Lick it."

I pushed out my tongue and slid it easily into her tight, slick confines praying that she could keep control; any violent movement looked certain to break my neck but she seemed to know exactly where the limits were. She used her tight grip on my hair to help her ride my face and nothing more was asked of me than to keep my tongue braced and firmly in place.

It continued for some minutes during which time she did not make a sound. She kept up a steady tempo and gave no sign that she was close. I was sweating profusely but this only served to provide more lubrication as she commenced a series of circular movements that would not have shamed an erotic dancer.

As far as I could tell she did not climax but without warning she simply let me go. I rolled my head on my shoulders to ease the tension in my neck but as I did so I saw that Dana

had overcome any qualms that she may have been having. She had removed her underwear which lay in a small heap at the side of her chair and now she opened her legs.

I ignored her and turned to Suzanne.

"I need a break."

"You'll get one when I say so. Now don't keep Dana waiting."

I looked back at Dana to find that she had a sickening smirk on her face.

"Come and get it..."

I was nearly overcome by the ever increasing urge to strike her. My hands were already painfully balled into fists and I could almost feel her cheek being pulped but I pulled back from the brink. Such temporary satisfaction as it would afford had to be weighed against the possible ruin that Suzanne could visit upon me.

I calmed myself down and told myself I was halfway there. Even if she had my passport it would be a simple matter to report it missing and to get a replacement. Increasingly, I believed that my salvation lay somewhere abroad which had a bitter irony given that I may have gotten myself into this situation by trying to avoid moving to France.

I did not even get up from my knees. I shuffled forward the few feet to where Dana was waiting and she lifted her skirt in welcome. Her pale thighs were shapely but looked heavy when compared to Kim's dusky perfection and they seemed to close in on me like canyon walls as I moved in between them. There was no doubt now that she was a natural blonde, she kept a neatly trimmed tuft of hair, but this left her sex totally exposed.

If Kim's sex was a thing of splendour Dana's was a faded beauty. It was shapeless and the heavy wattles were something that I would have associated with a woman who had given birth. I knew that she was childless which only made me think, illogically, that perhaps she was more sexually active than I might have imagined and this had been the result.

Even her scent seemed somehow mustier and even though I knew this was nonsense it still made it more difficult for me to do what was demanded of me.

"Taste me..."

I had stopped, hesitantly, inches from my goal and now she used her fingers to part her outer portal. As her lips parted I watched as a silvery strand was stretched until it reluctantly broke to leave a creamy spot of cum on either side. I felt my gorge rising but I managed to fight back the wave of nausea.

I knew I had to do it quickly, before I totally lost my nerve, and so I closed my eyes and applied my mouth.

"Look at him! He just loves it."

I ignored Dana's taunt and allowed my tongue to seek out the spots that would get her there as soon as possible. Now that I was engaged the act followed its familiar pattern but, with my eyes closed, my imagination painted a more lurid picture. Her inner labia seemed too pliant and there was a wet looseness about her. I had to swallow as she became more excited and this only turned her on even more.

I tried counting to myself to make time go more quickly. My knees were numb and my neck felt tense enough to snap but my tongue and jaw had the worst of it. My mouth had remained slack for so long that I wondered if I would be able close it again properly and my tongue felt swollen but this seemed only to heighten her pleasure.

She was clearly in no hurry and she had me slow down twice when the dam threatened to break but after I had counted to one hundred several times I felt her relax ready for the grand finale.

"Lick my clit..."

It took just a few seconds for the familiar signs to manifest themselves and then she gave one last hoarse command.

"Keep your mouth open...!"

She pressed herself forwards so that her sex filled my mouth and then I was aware of her fingers as she worked her own clitoris at a blurring speed.

As she came it was like having my head tipped up, open mouthed, in a shower of rain. Her juices spurted with a steamy aggression filling my mouth and coating my throat as I desperately tried to swallow. Her body rocked in the throes of ecstasy and she was not shy about screaming obscenities as she drained herself of every last drop.

I fell away from her and heard Tracy ask.

"Is he okay?"

Her question had nothing to do with my welfare, she was simply concerned about her own gratification, and I saw that she had already started to get undressed. It was hard to believe that, less than an hour previously, they had regarded me as a respected business colleague and how now they treated me, with casual disdain, as some form of body slave.

The truth was that I felt totally washed out. My face was flushed and sore from repeated wetting and I could not straighten my neck. I was a wreck and especially compared to Tracy who, to everyone's surprise, had stripped completely naked. My observation, that she could have become a model herself, was totally vindicated and she clearly did not lack for self confidence.

She looked tall and willowy even without her high heels and my eyes were drawn up from her coltish legs, across the flat plane of her stomach, to where her pert breasts pointed proudly upwards. Her rosy nipples were already erect and she stood teasing them nonchalantly.

Suzanne must have registered something of the admiration in my eyes, notwithstanding my predicament, and she knew exactly what she was going to do about it. The board room had an oriel window with a seat to take in the panoramic view of the city. She walked across and retrieved one of several scatter cushions which she then laid on the board table.

"Lie down flat."

I knew exactly what was intended but it was a few seconds before the others tuned in.

She knew that this was more demeaning than being on my knees but, for once, I welcomed it if only to spare my neck any more undue strain. I climbed onto the table and lay with my head on the cushion. As soon as I was in place Tracy gave an almost girlish squeal and seconds later she was kneeling over my face.

"I've never done this before."

Suzanne laughed.

"Just enjoy the ride."

Tracy kept her sex completely shaved, and it formed a welcome contrast to Dana's primal offering, but she had no interest in my tongue. She settled her weight and then started to rub herself all over my face screaming like a rodeo rider every now and again.

The cushion helped but she seemed to have no awareness of her own weight as bucked her hips egged on by raucous cries from the others. It went on for long minutes but finally she eased up a little and made herself available to be licked and I set about my task methodically. She was not as wet as the others but the bizarre circumstances acted as spur and I was able to bring her quickly to a climax.


She rested on my face, her thighs clamping me in place, until it was over and from somewhere I heard Suzanne ask.

"Enough?"

I waited for her to rise but she stayed exactly where she was and said.

"Come and help me."

I wanted to know what was going on but I could not move my head and then I heard something that might have been the rustle of clothing.

The mystery was solved when, seconds later, I was terrified to see Kim clamber onto the table. I barely had time to register that she was completely naked before she sat down on my face and twined her legs around Kim's waist.

Their sinuous movements suggested that they were kissing but any arousal that this engendered in me was extinguished immediately as I felt myself crushed beneath their combined weight. I began to panic but as I tightened my muscles, ready to kick out I felt another pressure on my legs.

I guess that Dana had joined in the fun but it was of no matter. I suddenly felt unbearably hot and the combined scent of their arousal filled the tiny space from which I was trying to draw oxygen. I tried to cry out but that only seemed to excite them more as their movements grew more pronounced and my head felt as if it was caught in a vice.

I had a momentary hallucination in which Suzanne was transformed into a giantess and, ignoring my pleas for mercy, she caught me up in her hand and, with only my head and shoulders visible, she slowly and deliberately brought me closer to her gaping sex.

It was at that point that I must have passed out.

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Chapter 10

When I arrived home my passport had gone but my mind was made up. The following day I had the locks changed and then I tried to telephone the passport office. Only then did I remember about the civil service work to rule. The industrial dispute had been in the news for days but it had been of no interest. Now it was very much my concern.

I drove to the main office only to find a queue stretching for hundreds of yards. There seemed no prospect of everyone in the queue being seen before close of business and so I took a leaflet and returned home. It seemed that, as I could not evidence advance travel plans, my application would not get a high priority. My forms would be sent out to one of the regional offices and I could expect to wait about three weeks.

Once home there was a message on my answering machine from Suzanne demanding to know why I was not in the office. She gave a deadline for me to get in touch with her or else she was going to call the police.

It was bitterly frustrating. I had decided that I would get a new passport and take a cheap flight down to Lanzarote. I would find some bar work and bide my time until Suzanne went to Paris. Now my plans had turned to ashes. That same afternoon she laid it out for me. I was to make myself available to the advertising team and I was to do whatever they wanted of me.

The next three weeks were my real nadir. Thankfully Suzanne seemed to have tired of me but to the Dana, Tracy and Kim I was a delicious novelty. They worked hard and they played hard and I was their plaything.

Dana used me at least twice a day, usually in the privacy of her own office, but Tracy and Kim liked to pair up. I was reasonably sure that they were not in a relationship but they enjoyed sex with one another and having me to humiliate just added to their fun. Kim's favourite position was to sit on my face with my tongue stuck as deeply into her arse as I could manage whilst Tracy licked her to a series of crashing orgasms.

So, I was euphoric when I finally arrived home one evening to find my new passport in with the mail. Within minutes I was on line and booking a cheap flight for the following afternoon and, as I packed my bags, it felt it felt like a catharsis.

That night I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow and, for the first time in months, I did not have nightmares. I slept so well that morning came far too quickly but then I realised that it was not daylight that had woken me.

"Wakey, wakey sleepyhead..."

All of the bedroom lights were on and my eyes slowly focussed on Suzanne as she loomed over me.

"You weren't going to run out on me were you?"

"How the hell did you get in?"

"A little tip. If you're going to change the locks don't bring your new keys to the office and leave them in your jacket pocket. I had them copied."

The heat of anger rose in me like magma and I wanted to strangle her but she had come prepared. My wrists and ankles were tied off to the corners of the bed with silk stockings and I knew from bitter experience that any attempt to extricate myself would be futile.

"Suzanne, it's over. Go to the police if you like but I'm through."

She gave me a smile that I had come to recognize all too well. It was a smile that told me that, once again, she was about to trump my ace.

"So near, and yet so far. Well, you'll be pleased to hear that I've got the Paris job. I had a meeting with Ruth this afternoon. She told me that I was the only woman for the job and she wants me over there as soon as possible. I'm going to work in tandem with Claudette until she leaves."

"So do I get the tape?"

I could not keep the hatred from my voice but she continued unfazed.

"I want to use you one last time, just for old times sake."

I was taken by surprise.

"You mean it?"

"As good as you are I think it's time for a little variety. Do as I ask now and you can go away on your little holiday."

"How did you know I was going?"

"It was obvious that you would try and replace your passport. I had my secretary come round each morning and check your mail after you left home just to see what you were up to. I also had one of the computer boys network your computer; by the way; I see your interest in porn seems to have waned."

She laughed at the shocked look on my face.

"Consider yourself flattered. I also wanted to make sure that you were not doing any work for my competitors on the sly."

As she spoke she started to strip out of the slinky evening dress that she was wearing to reveal expensive white underwear that I had not seen before. She posed for a few seconds and, for the briefest instant, I was once again struck by her beauty and with it came an evocation of the love I once had for her.

"Do you like them? James bought them for me. He and I are becoming something of an item."

I tried not to show it but she picked up on the tiniest hint of jealousy in my expression. She came towards me and pinched my cheek playfully.

"Don't envy him. I might have grown tired of you but I have got plans for James. I need a new lapdog and I already have his cute little mouth in training. He's coming to Paris with me but not quite on the terms he imagines."

I felt a sense of relief that my ordeal was over and I wanted to gloat over James' coming misfortune but, in the end, I pitied him. She stood away from me and finished undressing and her smile told me that she knew that, somewhere deep inside, I still lusted for her.

I waited, resignedly, for her to mount my face but she reached for her handbag.

"Do you remember that fetish artist that Gwen told me about? I had a look at her website; it's a real revelation. I bought myself one of these."

I feared that she was about to produce one of the dreaded phalluses but what she had in her hand looked liked a set of novelty false teeth.

"Open wide."

I kept my mouth clamped closed but that simply made her laugh. Before I could react she reached forward and pinched my nostrils closed with a divers nose clip. It was a simple but effective device. I kept my teeth closed but I was forced to breath through my mouth.

For the next few seconds we were engaged in a standoff but I had no chance.

"Do you remember the last time?"

As she said it she took my balls in her hand and gave them a playful, but meaningful squeeze. I did not yield immediately but a slow increase in pressure made me open my mouth in a gasp. With a magician's legerdemain she slipped the device into my mouth and, as soon as she let go of it, it sprang open. I instinctively tried to close my mouth but my teeth engaged in the upper and lower grooves of the artificial jaws. I could close the device partially but there was no way of spitting it out.

"I suppose you're wondering why this is necessary?"

As she spoke she eased her way onto the bed and manoeuvred herself until her knees were pinning my shoulders and she was able to look down into my face.

"You see, James has been very patient and very frustrated. I haven't let him fuck me...until this evening."

My eyes widened as I took this in and I shook my head but she simply reached down and ruffled my hair.

"He made up in enthusiasm what he lacked in technique, twice in fact, and now my little pussy needs your special attention."

She moved forward, her thighs closing in about the sides of my head, and still I tried to resist but she was toying with me. She left me just enough space to shake my head frantically but then, like something out of Edgar Allan Poe, she slowly brought her legs together giving less and less space until, at last, I was clamped tight.

"Clean me up."

With those three words darkness descended as she took her place on her familiar throne and her sex came to rest over my mouth. Somehow the device seemed to provide for a tighter seal as my lips were squashed painfully against the rubbery compound and I strained to get my mouth closed. I could only close it about half way before my jaw muscles gave up the unequal struggle against the internal spring and I was back to square one. Worst still, my repeated efforts only seemed to increase her arousal.

"That's nice. Keep doing that..."

As she squirmed the saliva in my mouth began to collect and, slowly but surely, it began to take on a frightening taint. It was a taste that I had only experienced once but as the fluid in my mouth became more obviously viscous it grew stronger and I had to fight down an increasing nausea.

"I think he saved himself for me...it felt like he filled me right up."

Her taunt was no hollow boast. Now the flow had started there was no stopping it I had no choice but to swallow down the salty syrupy offering.

I felt my stomach heave but Suzanne was so aroused I was not sure that she would even be aware if I chocked on my own vomit. I did the only thing I could. I began to suck it out of her to get it over with. It helped as she reached an orgasm and it felt almost refreshing as my mouth was filled with her strong and familiar juices

As was her habit, she stayed on my face whilst her climax slowly subsided and I was forced to drink down the last dribbles until she finally deigned to rise; her thighs were clammy with perspiration and she had to peel herself away from my face.

I felt an almost overwhelming sense of relief as she stood up and stretched herself. If she was true to her word my torment was at an end but she had devised one last turn of the screw.

She reached towards my mouth and I readied myself for the device to be removed but, instead, she put her finger under my tongue and pressed something. I had been aware of the nub beneath my tongue as soon as she had fitted the thing in the first place but it added nothing to the general discomfort that I had to endure. My fears were realised and she moved up onto the bed once more.

"I want you to be my little test bunny. This thing comes fitted with a hearing aid battery and a capacitor. We're only talking millivolts but I am assured that the tongue is remarkably sensitive."

She gave me no time to ponder this as she settled on my face once again and for a stretch of time she remained still and nothing happened. I could hear my own heartbeat and I drew noisy laboured breaths though the mouthpiece but, by now, I was used to the fact that any air that I got was to be impregnated with her essence.

I was just beginning to believe, to hope, that the thing was not working when I received the first jolt. It was as though my tongue had been pricked with a vibrating needle and it seemed to stretch out of my mouth of its own volition.

Suzanne accepted the sudden intrusion and rode with it.

"Oh yes!"

After that the jolts came at ten second intervals and each time there was nothing I could do about it as my tongue, beyond my control, speared out.

She positioned herself so that my tongue lashed her clitoris each time and I could feel, as no doubt she could, that when it was at full stretch it was juddering uncontrollably.

After the first minute it felt as if my tongue was being pulled out by the root but I found that, if I lifted it, I could I avoid contact with the nub. But this, of course, was all part of its sinister design. My tongue was now perfectly presented for her to use as she would and she made sure that her clitoris was totally available.

I do not know how long it went on for. As the minutes passed I found that I was weakening and my tongue relaxed at shorter and shorter intervals only to be shocked back to rigidity. This, fortunately, had the effect of bringing on her second climax but my relief was short lived. As my mouth filled with her juices again they seemed to act as an electrolyte and the shocks became more pronounced.

When she finally knelt up from me I was gibbering like an idiot as I tried to beg her to remove it but she was only just starting. Even as I watched she turned herself through one hundred and eighty degrees and parted her cheeks as she settled once more.

When it was finally over she showered and dressed herself. Then, just before leaving, she removed the device from my mouth and put a pair of manicure scissors into my hand.

"Try not to drop them."

I wanted to swear at her but I could hardly move my jaw. I set about the silk stocking with the scissors but, given my awkward position, it took minutes to cut through it by which time she was long gone.

I boarded the flight to Lanzarote the following afternoon and for the next two weeks I did nothing except swim in the sea and read on the beach. I had enough money to enjoy the luxury of doing nothing for the foreseeable future but I wanted to establish a routine. So it was that I found a job as a barman in a beach bar which was popular with young tourists who wanted to get well oiled before hitting the clubs.

As the summer stretched on I arranged for my belongings at home to be put into storage and I put my house onto the market. It held too many unhappy memories and I wanted a fresh start. In the first few days my mind was filled with plans for revenge but as the lazy days slowly passed my mood mellowed and I tried to put Suzanne out of my thoughts.

Fortunately my situation, surrounded by tanned young women hell bent on having a good time, made things easier but I was disturbed by my own state of mind. I found myself looking at women in a different way, literally from the bottom up. I would gaze at them as they lazed on the beach wondering if they shaved or picturing the musculature of their buttocks.

On two occasions I took young girls back to my apartment but, to my dismay, I found that I could not sustain an erection. On both occasions I ended up going down on them and they both professed that I was the best ever and wanted more.

I decided that the problem with my libido was only temporary and that, given enough time, things would return to normal but I doubted myself when I met Rosalind. I guess that she was in her forties but she still turned heads on the beach. She was separated from her husband and was taking a holiday with her teenage daughter.

Her daughter soon fell in with a group of friends and, whilst they all would all go off to a club in the evening, Rosalind would stay at the bar. Lots of men tried their luck with her, when they saw her sitting alone, but she rebuffed them all. Instead, she would chat with me and I came to enjoy her company and the sound of her worldly laugh.

It seemed almost inevitable that we would wind up back at my apartment at some point but when the moment came I felt oddly overawed. Rosalind had a presence about her and it was if she could read my inner thoughts.

She allowed me to undress her and her body had a beguiling maturity. As we lay on the bed together she began to fondle me with knowing fingers and I rejoiced in a fierce erection but as she continued to stroke me she propped herself up on one elbow and looked down into my eyes.

"Do you want me to sit on your face?"

At that moment I wanted nothing more than to be enveloped beneath her, to be suffocated by her womanly essence, to be abused.

I knew then there was no going back.

Rosalind used me, there is no other way of putting it, until her holiday was over and I even drove her and her daughter to the airport where she discretely slipped me her address.

I stayed on the island for another six weeks until the summer season started to wind down but, in that time, I found no other women that appealed to me. I even began to think that I was giving off some sort of subliminal signals which only the right women could pick up on.

I had arranged for my mail to be forwarded and it was a letter from home that finally triggered my return. It was an invitation from the proprietor of a new magazine who professed to be impressed with my work. They were breaking new ground by appointing an artistic director and he was offering an interview with the editor.

It sounded very appealing. It offered a large degree of autonomy, a generous salary and bonus scheme but most importantly it was a new city which sat well with my thoughts of a fresh start.

I was impressed with their brand new offices at first glance and I felt a good vibe as I waited to be ushered into the editor's office.

Should I have been surprised?

Sitting behind the desk in the editor's chair, looking more than ever like Rene Zellweger, was Gillian.

"Good morning. Not a shock surely? You didn't think that I would stay in Paris did you? Suzanne and I will remain friends but there was no way I was going to work for her."

I stood there mouth agape steeling myself to turn on my heel and leave.

"Please sit down. We have so much to discuss."

As she said it she smiled broadly and placed on the desk in front of her a pair of handcuffs and a videotape...

[Jerre]

A story ? This is a whole book ! And it's great ! I only read it till chapter 5, but I love it :)

[Foools]

Its from
http://english.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=73129&page=submissions

He is the best. Writes a story about every 6 months. Though he has gotten away from facesitting and is writing more lesbian stuff. But there are 4-5 LONG stories which involve facesitting.

[Durango24]

Great story!

[Lone Stranger]

That was a very long story, but it was well written. It held my imagination all the way through.

Well done!

Later~

[Argus69]

Thanks for pointing me in that direction the quality is exceptional. If you could tell me of others even nearly as good as krr1957 I would appreciate it and no doubt so would others. Thanks again Foools

[Legmandu]

GREAT STORY!!!

I really like the detailed descriptions of the settings and of the action! All the different women involved in the story and the different situations in performing his service are exciting to read. Enjoy all the variety!

I would love to find more long stories with this high level of quality writing!

Excellent job! Thanks!

Legmandu