Faye's Story

by Robin Gideon

  “We’ll take care of you,” Radburn promised.

  Dirk added, “We’ll take care of everything.”

  Faye looked up at the two big men, wanting desperately to believe them, knowing in her heart, though, that they had no good reason for getting personally involved in her troubles. It didn’t seem that sex was the explanation for their assistance. From what Faye had heard, these two men received more than their fair share of propositions from women who were more than willing. If it were just sex in which they were interested, Faye, with all the troubles in her life, was an unlikely candidate.

  “You don’t have to do this,” she said, her fingers idly caressing the brushed woolen lapel of Dirk’s jacket. “I can take care of myself.”

  Dirk’s kiss was firmer this time, more than commanding, actually demanding. He tightened his arm around Faye’s waist, bending her backward though she remained half-trapped between the two men. He pushed his tongue between her lips, entering her deeply. The dance of their tongues was supremely erotic. Tall, exotic, absurdly handsome, he bent Faye even further backward and forced her extravagantly curvaceous body to conform to his lean, solid figure.

  Faye’s emotions spun drunkenly. The reality that she was standing in her office in the arms of two men famous throughout England and the Continent for their promiscuity was too much for her to rationally comprehend. But her body understood what was happening. It responded with an alacrity that didn’t require explanations, that wasn’t looking for logical answers to unasked questions.

  Faye played her tongue against Dirk’s as Radburn explained in a granite-hard tone, “Faye, we’re going to take care of you now.”

  But instead of providing certainty, Radburn’s comment peaked Faye’s curiosity. What does that entail? If you take care of me, what do I owe you? If you make my troubles disappear, what will you demand of me?

  Even as her willpower slipped away, she wondered whether or not she was creating more trouble for herself by allowing men such as Radburn and Dirk into her life. In an effort to save herself, Faye wrenched her face aside, ending the intimate kiss, and pushed hard against both men, extricating herself from their collective grasp.

  “This has to stop,” she whispered hotly, lacing her burgeoning desperation through ever word. “It has to stop right now.”

  Chapter Four

  Faye had no experience with men like Dirk and Radburn. She had heard that there were men who were capable of making even the wisest of women behave foolishly, of course. And she knew there were suave men with easy charm that could make even the most chaste of women behave like harlots. But the only man of whom she’d had any carnal knowledge was her deceased husband, and for all of the emotions he had inspired, raw lust, so primal the wantonness flowed through a woman’s blood like a living thing, was not one of them.

  She put a trembling hand to her forehead, as though checking to see if a fever was what was making her so hot and flushed, and then closed her eyes and muttered, “This can’t be happening to me. Things like this don’t happen to women like me.”

  As though half in a daze, she squared up to Dirk, placed her hands on his chest, and tried to push him away. His smile was wolfish. In his eyes was an intense, blue fire. Looking up at him, Faye suddenly felt very small and feminine, in a way that was new to her.

  “Why…why me?” Faye asked Dirk as Radburn moved so that he stood directly behind her. “You can have any woman you want, all the women you could ever need. I’ve…I’ve heard stories of your…um—”

  Dirk raised an eyebrow almost mockingly and offered, “Adventures?”

  Radburn pulled back Faye’s left arm, slipped his own arm near her elbow, and then pushed his forearm behind her back. When he wrapped his fingers around Faye’s right elbow, he had her arms pinned back using a single arm. With her elbows forced into that position, her back arched, thrusting her breasts forward to strain against her blouse.

  “What are you—?”

  Being held captive by Radburn in such a manner did something other than just cause her breasts to be thrust into prominent display. Her hands, forced behind her back, were unintentionally but fortuitously directly in front of the swiftly expanding bulge in Radburn’s trousers. The long lump grew beneath Faye’s palm. She waited a couple seconds before pulling her hand away and felt a twinge of guilt at her hesitation. He seemed very large, and though Faye knew she shouldn’t even think of such things, the fact that the brawny Scotsman was well-endowed was an enticement to carnality to which her traitorously responsive body instantly reacted.

  When Radburn eased his right arm over Faye’s shoulder and cupped her chin in his palm, she flinched but didn’t resist as he tilted her face up and back. A moment later, when his lips sealed over hers, she uttered a soft, almost plaintive whimper as his tongue eased into her mouth.

  Faye was helpless with Radburn holding her prisoner using just a single arm. Though she had never before responded in such a way, it was the sensation of being in bondage, defenseless with two powerful and dangerous men, that made her heart pound in her chest and caused the slick dew of passionate arousal to moisten the tingling lips of her pussy. Her clitoris, awakened to the possibilities of unimaginable and never-before-experienced passion with a pair of deliciously wicked rogues, pulsed and throbbed in anticipation of the forbidden.

  Dirk’s hands roamed her breasts, pinching and tugging at her nipples through the barrier of her blouse and camisole. As she kissed Radburn, her tongue playing with his, Dirk’s warm, moist lips met her taut throat, his teeth sharp and dangerous when he nipped teasingly at her velvety skin.

  With hands as nimble as a surgeon’s, Dirk swiftly unfastened the row of pearl buttons running down the front of Faye’s blouse. Moments later, while Radburn continued to hold her arms behind her back, Dirk opened her blouse and made quick work of unfastening the camisole’s tiny buttons.

  “My God, she’s beautiful,” Dirk sighed upon seeing Faye’s bare breasts.

  Faye heard the words but did not look at the man who said them. She couldn’t because Radburn’s hand was still at her chin, turning her head so he could stand behind her and feast on her mouth. And though Faye knew she should scream, should at least make some attempt to defend herself against these men who simply wouldn’t take “no” for an answer, her resistance evaporated when the warmth and wetness of Dirk’s mouth engulfed the crest of her left breast while Radburn’s probing, questing tongue stripped her of willpower.

  One of them lifted her skirt. Sudden panic gripped Faye. So far, she had been kissed by the two wickedly tempting men, and they had fondled her breasts. But being foolish enough to allow them to kiss and caress her did not mean that she was immoral enough to allow them beneath her skirts.

  Wrenching her face aside, Faye ended her kiss with Radburn. She looked down and was shocked to see Dirk, still immaculately attired in his charcoal-gray suit with his crisp, white, high-collared shirt, on his knees, slowly pushing up her skirt and petticoat. The quivering mounds of her breasts were held up naked and high by the half-cups of her silk underbust corset, their pink areolas and erect nipples still moist from Dirk’s oral caresses.

  “Don’t,” she whispered, sure her expression starkly displayed the crosscurrent of emotions, both positive and negative, shuddering through her. “Please…please…don’t do this to me.” But she heard the uncertainty, the lack of conviction, in her tone.

  With ease, Dirk unknotted the drawstring of Faye’s mid-thigh silk drawers. They were sliding down her legs a moment later, eased lower by strong, masculine hands that caressed her with a feathery touch through her silk stockings.

  Dirk tilted his head back, and Faye looked into his eyes. The blue flames of passion in them were of such intensity that any rational woman would have been afraid. Only Faye wasn’t rational. She had been rational earlier in the day, and perhaps she would once again be rational at some later date. But at the present time, Radburn and Dirk had stripped away her ability to think coherently and
logically, just as they had, with their kisses and caresses and their devilishly tempting words, shredded her will to resist them.

  Dirk looked into Faye’s eyes and asked in a faintly sardonic voice, “Are you certain you don’t want me to do this?”

  He leaned into her and pressed his mouth against the tingling lips of her pussy. Without hurrying, he eased his tongue between her passion-enflamed labia and then licked upward until he captured her pink, erect clitoris between his lips. His gaze never once left Faye’s.

  She sucked in her breath and unconsciously held it, her mouth opening wide as though to scream, though she didn’t make so much as a single sound. In a split-second a thousand chaotic sensations shot through Faye’s system, each one disorienting, each one more dizzying than the last. Radburn’s arm, which was still horizontal against her back, held her elbows behind her. And beneath her right palm, the long, hard bulge of his erection strained against the fabric of his trousers. Dirk’s lips and tongue, as he sucked tenderly upon her clitoris, lavished the small, pink button of flesh with oral caresses delivered with consummate skill. His long-fingered hands were on her bottom, cupping the taut cheeks of her ass as he devoured her precious juices.

  It took a moment for Faye to realize she had squeezed her eyes tightly shut thirty seconds after Dirk’s hungry mouth opened upon her feminine temple. The hand that Radburn had used to hold her chin slipped downward until it held the lush extravagance of her right breast. When Radburn deftly pinched, tugged, and twisted the pink nipple, he used just the right amount of pressure to create maximum pleasure with the slightest, most erotic, hint of pain.

  Faye sank deeper and deeper into the emotional quicksand of lust. Never before had she ever allowed anything even remotely like this to happen. Never before had she come close to feeling the sensations Dirk and Radburn evoked from her with such effortless skill. Her passionately receptive body was bombarded by a myriad of sensations so intense they were as frightening as they were stimulating.

  When Radburn tried to tilt her face up again, Faye resisted. She couldn’t possibly kiss him while her breath was coming in such ragged, uneven gulps. Dirk’s lips and tongue caressed her into a frenzy. Though Faye had thought she couldn’t possibly feel more intensely aroused, when he eased a single finger between the pink lips of her pussy while his frisking tongue whipped her clitoris, she knew she was wrong. All of her previous perceptions of men and sensuality were rendered null and void by Radburn and Dirk.

  Blinking her eyes, Faye tried to regain some measure of composure. When she looked down at Dirk, a soft moan of delight escaped her. His eyes were closed, his nose buried in the small, oblong thatch of her ebony pubic hair as he sucked lightly on her clitoris, his right hand pumping slowly to ease a single finger between her tingling labia. It was, without question, the sexiest single image ever to etch itself into Faye’s memory.

  Faye was in a daze. She consciously tried to slow her breathing, to calm her galloping heart, to regain control of her own body. She blinked her eyes again and found herself staring at her own reflection in the oblong mirror her husband had placed in the office so he could admire his own reflection. What she saw startled her. She stood with her arms pinned behind her by a handsome, hulkish man, her blouse and camisole unbuttoned to show off her extravagant, pink-tipped breasts held up like a sacred offering by her silk underbust corset. Her legs, sheathed in white, silk stockings, were apart, and kneeling before her with his mouth pressed to her pussy was a man universally regarded as one of the most handsome men in all of England.

  The visual, tactile, and emotional stimulation came together as Faye looked at her own lewd reflection in the mirror, and her orgasm shivered through her. The contractions were powerful, jolting spasms from her voluptuous body, which had reached an overload of libidinous pleasure. Four strong spasms were followed by three more of lesser intensity before Faye began the slow descent from the lustful heights to which she had ascended.

  “S–Stop,” she whispered.

  Her legs were weak and could barely support her weight. Radburn continued to hold her arms, his hand at her elbow tight and showing no sign of loosening. Against her palm, Faye recognized the hard lump of his rigid cock fighting the constraints of trousers and underwear not designed to contain an erection of such dimensions.

  Dirk got to his feet, and when he did, Faye uttered a gasp. He towered over her, and the look in his eyes was so intense, a stab of fear slithered through her. His lips and cheeks shimmered with the nectar of her passion. The aroma of her own juices was damning evidence of her submission to desire.

  He cupped her chin in his palm and slanted his mouth harshly over hers. She tasted, for the first time in her life, the honey of her own excitement, and found it strangely erotic. Tasting her own pussy was lusty evidence of where Dirk’s mouth had been.

  Radburn moved behind her, and only then did Faye realize she had been squeezing and fondling his erection through his trousers while she kissed Dirk with an open mouth.

  As though suddenly becoming aware of her own intemperate, irrational behavior, Faye turned her face aside, ending the kiss.

  “Wait! Please! Oh, God, what is happening to me?” Her words were barely louder than a whisper. “How…how did this happen? This has…has to stop.”

  A post-orgasmic tremor went through her, and she shivered as though from the cold. She tried to keep her hand away from the prominent bulge in Radburn’s trousers, but whether it was because of how her arms were held or to satisfy her own lusty curiosity and passion, she found herself squeezing and measuring the erection with her fingers.

  “Beautiful…so beautiful,” Dirk purred, his voice as caressing as his hands. He bent low and captured Faye’s left nipple between his lips.

  And that was when the office door opened.

  Chapter Five

  Dirk was bent over at the waist, kissing Faye’s breast. He spun and found himself looking at a teenage girl dressed in a rather cheap, cotton dress. She stood in the doorway, openmouthed and ashen-faced with shock.

  “I…I…” the girl stammered.

  Before she had the chance to escape, Dirk crossed the room, grabbed her by the elbow, and pulled her firmly into the office. He closed the door behind her. He was already thinking of ways he might quash the rumors.

  Radburn had released his hold on Faye, and she was desperately trying to work the tiny buttons of her camisole. Her hands were shaking so badly the rebuttoning process was almost at a standstill. Her cheeks and ears were pink with embarrassment and getting darker by the second.

  “You should knock before you enter a room,” Dirk said to the girl.

  “I did knock. I guess you just didn’t hear me. I’m so sorry.” She turned to Faye. “I promise, ma’am, to go to my grave without telling a soul what I saw here.”

  Clearly frustrated by her own inability to straighten her dishabille, Faye put her face in her hands, and for a moment Dirk wondered if she was going to weep.

  “Who is this girl?” Dirk asked, his tone tinged with threat. He wasn’t beyond bribery or extortion to protect Faye’s reputation.

  “Her name is Annie.” The words came out muffled by Faye’s fingers. “She’s my new maid.”

  “Well then, Annie, will you please help your mistress? She seems to be having trouble with her buttons.”

  Dirk hoped his erection would diminish in size. While on his knees, his cock had grown to its full length and girth and now throbbed painfully inside clothing not designed to contain an erection. He glanced over at Radburn and saw that his friend was sporting a similar telltale bulge in his trousers.

  “How in hell did this happen?” Dirk asked.

  Radburn shrugged his massive shoulders. “I got jealous when she gave you a better kiss than she gave me. And, well, I guess things escalated.”

  Dirk watched Annie slowly and carefully rebutton Faye’s camisole, at last hiding from view her heavy breasts, which were extravagantly rounded and so visually stimulating that,
even now, a shiver went through him. Looking at Faye, he could tell she was suffering through abject embarrassment. As for himself, this wasn’t the first time he’d been caught in flagrante delicto with a woman. What was a first for him was that he’d never before shared a woman, not even with his best friend, Radburn. Though he’d been in quite a number of ménage à trois situations, he’d always been the only man involved.

  This time, when there was a soft rap of knuckles on the office door, Dirk heard it. Faye was just tucking the tails of her blouse into her skirt. Her face was very pale, and Dirk unexpectedly felt a pang of guilt for his actions. When Faye turned her lovely gaze upon him, he could see that she was torn with remorse.

  A second rap of knuckles prompted Faye to call out, “Come in,” as she sat in her chair behind her desk.

  Faye’s drawers were on the floor at Dirk’s feet. He picked them up quickly and hid the fine, white silk, with hand-embroidered lace edging, inside his jacket.

  Mr. McClusky stuck his head into the office and said, “Mrs. Smythe, Mr. Williams is here to see you.” The secretary’s gaze danced around the room. He didn’t like visitors without appointments. “Mr. Williams is on the schedule.”

  “Thank you, Mr. McClusky,” Faye said.

  Dirk was well acquainted with Mr. Norman Williams, who on occasion had done business with Dirk’s father and uncle. When he stepped into Faye’s office a moment later, Dirk smiled and extended a hand.

  “Good to see you again, my friend,” Dirk said, shaking Mr. Williams’s hand but more conscious of the silk undergarment he had pinned to his side beneath his suit coat with his elbow. If the drawers fell to the floor, he would need to come up with an excuse, and he couldn’t think of any that would be even remotely believable. “I’ll let my father know I’ve bumped into you.”