Stephanie's Castle

by Susanna Hughes

  Venetia concentrated on the clitoris now, licking and flicking at it alternately with her tongue. At the same time she plunged, hard and fast, two fingers into the depths of Stephanie's cunt, making Stephanie moan. The fingers went in and out like a cock, establishing a pattern with the movement of the tongue. Stephanie felt her orgasm beginning, the first signs were always the same, like the first notes of a symphony known by heart. She knew it would build, rise, rest on a plateau, rise again and finally swamp her. She knew she could hold it back deliciously for a while, holding it at bay with some little mental trick, though enjoying the pleasure of it being there. Then she would give in to it as she did now. Take all the mental brakes off and let it pick up full speed until it careered downhill out of control, until it destroyed any sensation but itself.

  Stephanie sat up and pulled Venetia up too. She took her cheeks between her hands and kissed her mouth; not just kissed but licked it, licked up all her own juices, savouring them like some expensive delicacy. Venetia did not stop her. She let her lick around her mouth as well as in it. Venetia liked to do this too. It was exciting to taste yourself on the mouth of another. Her chance would come.

  As if reading her mind Stephanie broke away from Venetia's mouth and trailed the kiss down her body until she reached her breasts. She took one nipple in her hand and the other in her mouth. She sucked it, squeezed it hard between her teeth, pulled it away from the breast with her teeth, imitating each action of her mouth on one breast with her hand on the other. Each bite, each tug, made Venetia let out a little cry of mock pain. She let herself slide back to lay on the bed. Then Stephanie left her breasts and licked her navel. She looked down at Venetia's sparsely haired pubis, only inches away now. It was only the second time Stephanie had ever touched or licked another woman. She was still excited, still hot, still wet and still breathing in the way only sexual fever can induce. Her lips were on Venetia's nether lips now. At first she kissed them just as though they were a mouth, darting her tongue out between her lips to find the clitoris, then back in again as though experimenting with a French kiss for the first time. Then she probed deeper with her tongue trying to get it deep into Venetia's cunt.

  As she did this she felt Venetia pulling at her ankle, so she would open her legs and allow Venetia to get her face under her body and up between her legs. She cooperated in the movement until she suddenly felt Venetia's hot mouth clamp itself on to her still wet cunt.

  They were the perfect combination, in perfect harmony. Every movement of tongue on clitoris, tongue on cunt, mirrored and matched. Stephanie moved her mouth to bite playfully on Venetia's thigh; Venetia did the same. They could feel each other perfectly. They could feel their erect nipples pressed against each other's navels; their soft, smooth flesh so close the two bodies seemed to become one. Venetia's orgasm started first, making her pant for breath as she tried to keep her mouth locked on Stephanie's cunt despite the waves of feeling coursing through her. And this extra heat from Venetia's mouth made Stephanie come too, making their breath harder and hotter, setting up a chain reaction as they came together, feeling the other's orgasm as much as each felt her own, a shattering double orgasm wrenching through every nerve, every sense of body and mind.

  Venetia rolled Stephanie over and kissed her mouth, determined not to miss that pleasure. Her juices tasted sweet on the mouth of this stranger, on the mouth of Devlin's woman. The thought of Devlin sent a shudder through Venetia. It was a shudder of pleasure certainly but there was an element of pain too. She had not been told what Stephanie meant to Devlin or what their relationship had been. But she knew what was going to happen now, knew it better than anyone. She had been through it herself. Through it and out the other side. An experience she would never forget. Now she was Devlin's faithful messenger, performing her tasks to the letter as she was obliged to do. Now it was Stephanie's turn.

  Chapter Two

  At precisely ten minutes to six on Friday the telephone on Stephanie's desk rang. The receptionist, obviously highly amused by the situation, judging by her suppressed giggles, informed Stephanie that a car was waiting for her. Stephanie picked up the case, which had been standing by her desk all day attracting admiring comments from those in the know, and headed downstairs. The last hour had seemed interminable. Now at last she was off.

  Outside a surprise awaited her. Parked in front of the building was not the Mercedes coupé but one of the largest black stretch Cadillacs Stephanie had ever seen. Standing by the passenger door was not the trim figure of Venetia, but a tall, powerful-looking man in grey chauffeur's uniform and cap. As she approached he took the case from her hand and opened the large rear door to the car.

  'Good evening, madam,' he said formally.

  'Good evening.' Stephanie got into the huge interior of the Cadillac and settled down into the deep leather seat. The chauffeur, having deposited the case in the boot, got into the car and immediately pressed a control button to wind up the division between the passenger compartment and the driver. Obviously talking to the driver was not to be encouraged.

  In the back Stephanie looked around the car. It had everything. Built into a panel on each side of the backseat were controls for radio, air conditioning, windows and electric seat adjustment. On one side, at the back of the driver's seat, was a built-in cocktail cabinet, and on the other, a unit containing a television and video recorder - all this in highly polished walnut. There was a telephone mounted on each side of the car. The carpet was deep-pile pure wool. The suspension of the car matched the interior comfort; it seemed to glide over the road as though suspended on a cushion of air.

  Suddenly the television came to life and she saw the video recorder begin to turn too. A picture appeared on the set. It was Devlin.

  'Sorry I can't be with you in person. Business, I'm afraid. But I'll be waiting for you at the lake. I'm so glad you could join me. Enjoy the champagne.' The picture went blank and the recorder and television were turned off, presumably by the driver.

  Stephanie saw that there was a well at the side of the cocktail cabinet which held a silver wine cooler with a bottle of Louis Roederer Crystal champagne and a champagne flute all swathed in ice. Well, she thought, might as well enjoy myself. She popped the cork and poured herself a glass. Then she sat back, sipped at the delicious wine and watched the people of the street fighting their way home. She could see them perfectly through the windows of the car but they could not see her as the windows were blacked out on the outside. Occasionally at a traffic light she would see some curious passer-by trying to look in to see who on earth the big car contained. A film star, a politician, a tennis player? Stephanie sat back in the plush seat and enjoyed it. This was certainly a new experience.

  She was wearing Devlin's clothes. The practical cotton dress, ideal for travel - designed by Yves Saint Laurent, she had seen on the label. And the luxurious cream silk underwear - a soft-cup bra, bikini knickers and a suspender belt. She was wearing very sheer cream stockings. As there had been no tights in the suitcase she imagined Devlin had a preference for stockings and given what was happening to her at the moment she was only too happy to oblige. In fact she had packed almost nothing of her own. Venetia had been right: the case contained every prerequisite for a weekend, right down to a toothbrush. Devlin had thought of everything. She had packed a little jewellery. There had been none in the case, for which she was grateful. That would have been too much. And yesterday she had gone shopping and purchased something she hoped Devlin would appreciate.

  So where was Venetia? Stephanie had expected her to be there tonight to pick her up. She had to admit she was disappointed not to see her. Finding the control in the side panel by the seat she pressed the button to wind down the window between her and the driver.

  'Where's Mr Devlin's chauffeur?'

  'I'm Mr Devlin's chauffeur, madam,' he replied frostily.

  'Where's Venetia, then?' she persisted.

  'I don't know, madam.'

  Stephanie hesitated, questi
ons crowding into her mind. But she decided she would play Devlin's game, and pressed the control button in the opposite direction, watching as the glass panel whirred back up into position.

  Would Venetia be at the lake? Or was it just going to be Devlin? If she was absolutely honest with herself, she didn't really care. If Devlin's intentions had been to sweep her off her feet, make her careless of what was going to happen to her, he had succeeded completely. In her affair with Martin she had allowed herself to be taken to new levels of sexual awareness. Whether this weekend with Devlin would produce equally new experiences she had no idea. But her affair with Martin had taught her to be open-minded and not to shy away from the unknown. She sipped at the vintage champagne, then refilled her glass. One thing was for sure: this was definitely the way to travel.

  The car pulled through the gates of a private airfield. Stephanie watched as it drove up to a series of prefabricated buildings. The chauffeur stopped the car and came round to open the passenger door.

  'You'll need your passport, madam,' he said. A uniformed officer had come out of one of the buildings, clipboard in hand. He quickly examined the passport Stephanie produced, made a note on his clipboard, and smiled.

  'All in order. Have a good trip, miss,' he said, handing her back the passport.

  Back in the Cadillac the chauffeur drove around the buildings to a line of hangars. Parked outside one of them was a white Learjet, obviously being readied for take-off, its landing steps extended from the passenger compartment. The chauffeur drove right up to the steps. From the plane a Malaysian woman wearing a tight, white rough silk Kheong-Sam high to the neck but split to well above the knee, came down. Her thick black hair was cut short and parted in the middle, a style which perfectly suited her round face and green jade eyes. She opened the car door for Stephanie.

  'Good evening, madam. I'm Susie, your flight attendant this evening.' She smiled. The chauffeur had taken the suitcase from the boot and put it aboard the plane. 'Have a good flight, madam,' he said, touching his hand to his cap in what passed for a salute.

  'Thank you.'

  'This way, madam,' Susie said, leading the way up the steps and into the main cabin of the plane.

  If the inside of the Cadillac had been luxurious, the inside of the plane was palatial. In the main cabin there was a cocktail bar, comfortable sofas, leather armchairs and a dining table with four chairs, all upholstered in the finest materials - wild silk, the softest leather, burr walnut.

  'We will be taking off in four minutes, madam. If you would please choose your seat and fasten your seatbelt.'

  Stephanie chose one of the leather chairs. She could hear the noise of the engines increase but the interior of the cabin was still remarkably quiet.

  'Can I get you a drink before take off?'

  Stephanie refused. She had already drunk most of the bottle of champagne on the drive and did not wish to arrive in Italy the worse for wear. That is not what Devlin would want. But she did order Perrier, which was brought at once in a tall glass with ice and lemon. Then Susie disappeared into the forward cabin.

  Stephanie felt the plane moving and moments later, with no queuing for runway slots as in a commercial airport, the engines roared and they were airborne, turning immediately to head south, the whole of London spread out beneath them.

  Susie returned as soon as the plane had levelled out. 'It is perfectly all right to remove your seatbelt now, madam.'

  'How long is the flight?'

  'One hour and ten minutes.'

  'Am I the only passenger?' For a second Stephanie saw that Susie hesitated before answering the question.

  'Some cargo,' she said, not looking Stephanie in the eyes.

  After showing her the call buttons should there be anything she required, she disappeared into the forward cabin again.

  Intrigued at Susie's response, Stephanie roamed the cabin enjoying the feeling of being able to walk freely about in a plane. She looked out the windows on the other side of the cabin. It was still light outside and she could pick out details of buildings on the ground below. Her feeling of excitement had not decreased since the moment she had stepped into the car. She had never been in a private plane before. It was quite an experience, she decided, something she could easily get used to.

  At the end of the main cabin was a door in the bulkhead. Ever-curious, Stephanie tried it and found it was locked. But there on the floor in front of the door was a small brass key.

  Stephanie picked it up and fitted it into the lock of the door. For a second she hesitated. If it were locked it must be locked for a reason. Then curiosity overcame caution - as it so often had with her - and she turned the key and opened the door.

  The cabin beyond was dark. From the light flooding in from the main cabin it appeared to be an empty space stacked with a few wooden crates.

  Stephanie found a switch and lights came on. Then she saw why Susie had hesitated.

  There was another passenger.

  On the bulkhead wall next to the door a man was strapped. He was spreadeagled against the wall and fastened to it with heavily padded leather straps at his wrists and ankles. He was completely naked, but his face was covered with what looked like a carnival mask. It had small holes behind which Stephanie could see the man's blue eyes moving rapidly, trying to see what was going on, but there was no mouthpiece and as she looked closer she could see that behind the mask a gag was strapped tightly into the man's mouth.

  For a moment she thought she'd better leave, turn the lights off again and go back to the main cabin: pretend she had never seen the 'cargo'. But the feelings this apparition had aroused in her were too strong. It was like a magnet pulling her forward, impossible to resist.

  The man's body was good, well muscled and firm. Closing the door Stephanie stood in front of him, looking into his eyes through the small holes in the mask. As she did his penis stirred. He was getting an erection. Tentatively at first she ran her hand down his chest as far as his waist, then up again. There was nothing he could do to stop her. She could do anything she wanted with him. The idea made her feel instantly hot. She could feel her cunt beginning to cream, or was that her imagination? She circled the man's cock lightly with her hand and it sprung to full erection. The man moaned through the gag. It sounded as though he was trying to say 'please' but she could not tell for sure. She trailed her other hand across his chest again, then pinched at one of his nipples. He moaned again. She pinched alternatively and saw his penis swell each time she did so.

  She could feel her knickers clinging to her now, hot and damp. It was not her imagination. She hitched up her skirt and pulled her knickers down over her stockings. The man's eyes tried to follow her movements as far as his restricted vision would allow. Stephanie's excitement was beginning to supersede any other feeling. She did not care what happened. No doubt the champagne she had consumed emboldened her. This whole trip was so bizarre, so extraordinary she could only follow her instincts. There would be time for regret later. Now she wanted an orgasm. She wanted to take this man.

  Kneeling in front of the man she used her hand on her clitoris, then pushed two fingers into her cunt. There was no resistance. The feelings of excitement she had experienced in her mind had been perfectly communicated to her body and her cunt was already wet. As she was only inches from it anyway, she opened her mouth and sucked his cock in, producing another, louder moan. His cock was hot and very hard. She ran her tongue around the tip then took her mouth away and licked instead his big hairy balls.

  This was like a fantasy, like the games she'd played with Martin. The helpless man, his cock hard and available for her pleasure. Her fingers weren't big enough to satisfy her. She needed cock in her, his cock. Pulling her skirt up over her waist she held his cock in one hand down between her legs and pushed her backside into his navel. It was not the ideal position but it would just work. She guided the cock between the lips of her cunt then bent forward to increase the angle. Yes, it was beginning to push between
her labia and into her. She could feel all her juices running over him. She pushed back further and then he was home, a good few inches into her, and she gasped at his heat. It was as though his cock were on fire. She started to fuck him by pushing her backside up and down on him while she wanked her clitoris. He was moaning regularly now what sounded like 'thank you, thank you.'

  'No!' Susie stood in the doorway. 'You must not.' With a strength that belied her fragile appearance she pushed Stephanie forward and off the man's cock.

  'How dare you!' Stephanie was furious at the interruption.

  'He's on punishment. It is not allowed.'

  Stephanie stared into the cold, angry eyes of the Malaysian woman. For a second neither woman moved.

  'I want him.'

  'It is not allowed for him to come.' Stephanie was too aroused and too excited to leave it at that. Then she realised she had a trump card to play.

  'Devlin told you I was to have everything I wanted, didn't he?'

  'Yes.' A look of uncertainty entered Susie's eyes.

  'Yes, madam.' Stephanie corrected.

  'Yes, madam,' Susie repeated obediently.

  'Everything I wanted?'

  'Yes, madam, but...'

  'I am telling you I want this. Now.' Without waiting for a response Stephanie pulled off her dress. She reached behind her back to unclip her bra, then stopped. She was beginning to realise she had a certain power. 'Undo this for me.'

  Susie hesitated then moved forward and unclipped the bra. Stephanie did nothing. 'Well take it off me then,' she ordered testily.

  Susie obeyed, leaving Stephanie standing in the cabin in her dark grey suspender belt, sheer cream stockings and high heels.

  Stephanie could see the man's eyes staring at her body. The altercation had not diminished his erection. She was enjoying herself. She was in charge. Somewhere behind all this, she knew, was Devlin, but for the moment she was in charge, flying at 35,000 feet and six hundred miles an hour, and she knew she could do and have anything she wanted.