In Too Deep

by Roxane Beaufort

  'It's a deal,' Will growled, his voice no longer steady.

  'But you'll take shots of me clothed and write a sensible, career-oriented, non-salacious piece about me,' she went on. 'I may permit you to include Gus, or I may not.'

  'You call the shots.'

  'I always do. And now we'll play before we get down to business.' She left him abruptly and turned to Julia. 'Get up,' she ordered.

  Julia staggered to her feet. She was mortally ashamed of her appearance, convinced that she looked a mess. Her stockings were wrinkled, her torn skirt barely covered her thighs and, during the tussle with Roy, the ribbons tying her panties had snapped and she had been forced to step out of them. To her eternal shame, she had seen him pick them up and take a long sniff at the tiny bundle before thrusting it into his pocket.

  Theona had the advantage of height, even though shoeless, and Julia was forced to look up at her. 'We meant no harm―'

  'Of course you did!' Theona snapped. 'Invading my privacy! How dare you? What did you see, and how much?' She flung round to Roy, shouting, 'Destroy her camera, too. I won't be made the butt of the gutter-press.'

  'Hi Life isn't like that!' Julia exclaimed, remembering Denise and the pride they all took in the magazine.

  'I'll bet,' Theona scoffed, and narrowed her eyes, examining Julia with as much attention to detail as she had Will.

  Her stare was unnerving, embarrassing and exciting. Julia couldn't rid herself of the pictures of the singer being paddled by Gus. Her own buttocks stung as she remembered the red blotches spreading over the rounded hillocks, and she wondered if Theona felt pain every time she sat down. How long before such marks faded? These thoughts obsessed her and, with Theona so close and Gus not far away, she experienced an ache within her impossible to assuage by anything except orgasm.

  Then, suddenly, Theona hissed, 'Take your clothes off.'

  'Me?' Julia's eyes widened and her hands flew instinctively to her breasts.

  'Yes. I want to see what you're made of. You too, Mr Denton,' she added sarcastically.

  'Oh, please, no formality; call me Will,' he answered, equally caustic. 'Are you sure you're ready for this? Many women find me alarmingly well-endowed.'

  'I'm used to well-endowed,' she replied, and looked directly at his fly-closure. 'I'd be surprised if you had anything I haven't seen already.'

  Julia waited for his lead, but Theona's ringed fingers shot up under her ragged skirt and closed round her pussy. The shock of it was electrifying and she gave a long quivering sigh as Theona started to move her index finger. She was conscious of Will and the other men focusing on her. 'Oh, stop it,' she begged, but without much conviction.

  'You don't mean that,' Theona chuckled. 'Where are your panties?'

  'They fell down, Roy has them,' Julia managed to gasp, pleasure overwhelming her as Theona rubbed her swollen lips and bud. She couldn't help swaying her hips in time to that sensual motion, the tide of ecstasy rising, threatening to swamp her, destroying all reason and control.

  'Good, isn't it?' Theona mocked. 'I can tell you're a slave to your desires.'

  'I'm still a virgin,' she protested, helpless as, at a nod from his mistress, Roy eased off her bolero jacket and slid the straps of her dress and bra down, baring her breasts.

  'A virgin, eh? That's a rare commodity,' Theona cooed, and called to Gus, 'D'you hear that, lover-boy? Come over here and help me.'

  In an instant Julia was pressed against him, her naked back in contact with his wide chest. His hand came round, one huge palm holding her breasts, his sinewy fingers fondling the bare nipples. They stiffened eagerly. Sandwiched between Theona and the trainer, she felt dizzy, the feel of their skin, the fragrance emanating from their bodies, the pleasure they were lavishing on her almost too much to handle.

  Theona pressed harder on her clit, and, with his free hand, Gus began to explore her bottom, worming into the crack and homing in on the puckered mouth of her anus. Julia shook as she felt the pressure of his fingertip at her forbidden entrance, an entirely foreign invasion. He left it, and skirted round her juicy vulva, penetrating just a little.

  'She's telling the truth, Theona,' he opined, in dark chocolate tones. 'Close as a clam in both places. No one's been there.'

  'But someone's been here, I can tell. Her clit's used to being rubbed. Do you do it yourself, Julia?'

  'Y-yes,' she admitted in hushed tones.

  'And you haven't a lover?'

  'No. Men always leave when I won't let them go all the way.'

  'Not even Will?' Theona looked across at him, and a winged eyebrow shot up. 'Haven't you initiated your apprentice?'

  'No.' He returned her stare without flinching, though he was completely naked now, his clothes draped across a chair.

  'You've wanted to,' she answered, and smiled to see his cock pointing like a spear towards the ornate ceiling. 'You do now.'

  He shrugged, hands on his hips, legs widespread. 'I'm a red-blooded male. Who wouldn't?'

  'One doesn't have to own a pair of balls to appreciate her youthful freshness,' Theona reminded, and bent her head, her corn-coloured ringlets brushing Julia's breasts. The singer's tongue lapped over her aroused nipples and her fingers continued to palpate Julia's clit, sometimes with a speed and force that numbed yet made it burn, then with a caress as delicate as a butterfly's wing.

  Ken and Joe, large men with the battered faces of prize-fighters, had their hands down their tracksuit pants and were squeezing and pumping their cocks. Roy had gone even further, getting his out and working it, then lifting his testicles, toying with them, the ripe fruits enlarging, his prick hard as a broom handle.

  Julia was surrounded by sex, breathing it in, luxuriating in it. Wherever she looked it was there. Five men and a woman, all in a high state of arousal because of her. She thrilled with a sense of purpose and power, and it came to her in a flash that virgins had always had this effect on people. There was something mystical about that innocent condition. Deep magic, earth magic, fertility rites where the elders were eager to spill the virgin blood onto the earth. The victim had a few moments of being worshipped, and then she was handed over to be deflowered.

  Surely this couldn't be Theona's intention?

  Somehow her dress was removed but, 'Not the shoes,' Theona commanded. 'I like the look of them, but pull up those stockings.' Julia did as she was bidden, hauling at the lacy tops till they almost reached her pubes. It was worse than being completely bare, the stockings, her high shoes and untidy blonde curls making her look tarty.

  Gus had his fingers looped round her wrists, and Theona stepped back to view her, critical but smiling. 'Charming,' she said at last. 'She's like a young Marilyn Monroe. Vulnerable yet oozing sex appeal. Don't you think so, Will?'

  'Now you come to mention it... yes, I suppose there is a vague resemblance.'

  'And Marilyn was a naughty girl, just like you, Julia. But your luck is in. You've found me, and I can see you need to be chastised.' Theona raised a brow at Gus. He released Julia. Petrified, she put one arm across her breasts and covered her mound with the other hand. The bodyguards were still fumbling with their cocks, inspired by the sight of her, and Will maintained his impressive erection.

  'Put your hands on your head,' Theona instructed. 'There's no need to be coy.' Then, with a violent change of mood she rounded on her guards. 'You morons stop beating your meat! I don't want you coming all over my carpet. Stand against the wall and leave your cocks out, but don't touch them.'

  Huge bruisers though they were, reared in the tough school of the streets, they seemed to shrink under this tirade, obeying her meekly. Julia peeped at them, her arms aching from their position, hands linked on the crown of her head. Each was ugly, with shaven heads, tattoos and piercing, but their formidable appearance was rendered comical by the exposed erections with vein knotted stems and fiery helms wet with pre-come.

  Gus sat down on an upright chair, and Theona said to Julia, 'Lie across his lap, bum in the air.'<
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  'I can't, I've never...' Julia faltered.

  'Then it's high time you did,' Theona sneered, and propelled her forward.

  Gus, unsmiling, shifted to accommodate her, his legs parted, feet flat on the floor, phallus lifting towards his navel. He had a strap wrapped round his right hand. Gingerly, Julia lowered herself till she felt his strong thighs supporting her, her buttocks forced high. She was apprehensive and aroused. She could feel herself blushing as she thought of the lewd spectacle she presented.

  The heat increased as she recalled the vision of Theona squirming under the paddle and then being rammed by Gus's mighty weapon. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling the swell of her mons against his flesh, the length of the underside of his cock rubbing her side. She was wet, love-juice oozing with each pulse of renewed passion. And, to add to her discomfort, her bladder was full and she was dying to relieve it.

  'Please, before we start anything, can you direct me to the loo?' she asked meekly, gazing up at Theona. 'I need to spend a penny.'

  'You'll have to hold it. All part of your schooling. You should enjoy it all the more while struggling not to wet yourself.' Theona ran a hand under Julia's breasts, pulling at the nipples and smiling at her. 'And you'd better not spill a drop, my girl. This is a library, not a public lavatory. I shall be very angry if you piss everywhere.'

  She stood back, then beckoned to Will, and together they occupied the chesterfield. This was well within Julia's sight, and her excitement mounted as Theona threw off her robe and straddled Will, impaling herself on his cock and heaving up and down on it, her breasts bouncing. Then all thought was blocked out as searing pain shot through Julia. Gus had unfurled the strap and struck her viciously across the up-thrust curve of her buttocks.

  She screamed and tried to wriggle free, but Gus adroitly hit her again and again, agony shooting through her tortured backside. He didn't use his full strength, highly skilled at flagellation, going easy on her. Even so, hot tears ran down her cheeks, dripping on the rug, and her rump burned with a consuming fire that spread to her loins and aggravated her clit. She wanted to come most desperately, wanted him to stop, wanted to pee.

  Theona, even in the throes of sex with Will, watched her constantly, shouting encouragement. 'That's it, girl. Ride the pain, surrender to the pleasure.'

  Gus used enough force to make Julia leap at each stinging contact between leather strap and bare bottom. He moved down to the backs of her thighs and caught her across the underswell of her hinds. Her breath hissed out at every cruel blow. He stopped and passed his hands across the red marks branded on her skin, his fingers cool and soothing. Then, laying down the strap, he cupped her quim, palpating the protruding nubbin. Julia gritted her teeth, her pleasure mingling with the pain of her derrière and the ache in her bladder. Gus was insistent, rubbing her without mercy and this, coupled with the arousing sight of Theona and Will humping each other, was enough to lift her to the highest plateau of pleasure. But there she stuck, unable to progress to completion, terrified that, in so doing, she might void her bladder, drench the floor and add to her shame.

  'Come on, baby,' Gus murmured, playing with her stiff nipples and continuing to massage her clit. 'Do it, girl. Do it for me.'

  'I can't,' she moaned.

  'Oh, you will, indeed you will,' he said, and pinched her bud between his broad thumb and middle finger.

  Julia shuddered as orgasm ripped through her, and as soon as the spasms started to recede she scrambled from Gus's lap pleading, 'Where's the toilet - please?'

  'Across the hallway,' he said with a snigger, indicating a door.

  Julia hobbled, though needing to run, but having to keep her legs pressed tightly together in order not to dribble. She reached the cloakroom at last, just made the lavatory seat in time, sighing with relief as her urine flowed, though all too aware of the soreness of her bottom and thighs.

  Julia hoped Theona had finished toying with her, but when she returned it was to find that she had moved away from Will. He was propped up on cushions, smoking, and observing Julia with amused, mocking eyes.

  As soon as she stepped through the door Theona grabbed her and spun her round, examining the crimson roses blooming on her bottom. 'You did it well, Gus,' she said, and felt between Julia's thighs. 'You're very wet, my dear. I think Gus deserves a reward, don't you?' She pointed to where he was still seated on the chair, his penis thick and upright. 'Get your mouth round that.'

  Julia's eyes widened and her heart thumped. 'Lick him, d'you mean? I can't. I don't want to. It's disgusting.'

  He smiled and the bodyguards shook with laughter, their cocks twitching, but Theona was not so tolerant. 'Silly girl,' she said mercilessly, slapping Julia across the face. 'You'll do it, or I'll flay the skin off your arse!'

  'Will, can't you help me?' Julia pleaded, rubbing her assaulted cheek, but he shook his head.

  'Get on with it,' he advised, blowing smoke rings. 'Then we can get down to the serious business of the night.'

  Did no one realise just how offended she was by the suggestion that she suck Gus's cock? Arlene had talked of fellatio, even described what it was like to perform it, and been rhapsodic when she spoke of the delicious pleasure of having someone go down on her, orally stimulating her clit. Julia had cringed, hating the idea of either activity, and yet pictures had sprung into her mind. They were decidedly obscene images, making her sex wet and her mouth dry.

  Gus leant back in the chair, folded his arms behind his head and grinned at her. His cock mesmerised her, seeming to take on a life of its own. Slowly, Julia sank between his legs, her punished behind raised. She smelt the musty odour trapped in his crisp black pubic hair, spiced with sweat and cinnamon. She trembled, afraid to touch him, but her timid approach seemed to rouse him even more. His cock rose higher, like a serpent uncoiling to the snake charmer's flute. She stared, petrified yet fascinated at the sturdy, dark-skinned shaft, the fully emerged glans, juice seeping from the slit.

  She touched it tentatively, amazed at the warm, velvety feel. Now it didn't seem abhorrent, misshapen and ugly. Instead, she wanted to tend it and make it grow. Her lips opened and her tongue poked out, needing to taste the clear dew at its tip. She licked up the bead, surprised to find it no more tangy than saliva. At the caress his cock leapt into her face. Its heat was against her cheek, the helm seeking her mouth. She started, and her fingers fumbled as she held it, and then groped for the smoothness of his balls, the cock rearing up proudly.

  Gus dug his fingers in her hair, dragging her forward, holding her mouth to his prick. She steeled herself, stretched her lips wide and allowed the slippery, purple-red helm to penetrate between them. It was salt flavoured, the wet membranes of her inner cheeks and her taste buds accepting the invasion. After the first shock she overcame the fear that it might choke her. Thrills shivered through her as she instinctively serviced him with her tongue, and then dared to start sucking.

  Feeding at her mother's teat, lolly-pops and ice-cream; all these had prepared her for her task, and she tried out several angles, improving her skill, finding that she was doing what came naturally. Gus groaned, slumping low on his spine, surrendering to her greedy slurping. His hands stroked her rumpled curls, and she felt empowered, in control of this mighty man. He had become as pliable as putty in her hands. At that moment he would have done anything for her. She dipped up and down, never letting him force his glans to the back of her throat, using her tongue to caress his stalk, then sucking strongly, entranced by the ridge of his retracted foreskin and the smoothness of his cockhead.

  'Go for it, kid, you're good,' he muttered. 'Wow, that's it. Pinch my nipples. Yes, yes... pull 'em hard.'

  She reached up and seized the blue-black nubs, but didn't stop sucking. Her breath whistled through her nostrils. This wasn't enough. She withdrew to grab in a mouthful of air, then returned to her task. She was hot, her face bedewed with the sweat pooling in his groin, her mouth filled with her own spittle and his pre-come. She se
nsed his crisis was near, felt the throbbing of his stem, the pulsing of his helm. His fingers curled in her hair, forcing her closer, jabbing at her throat. She threshed, realising what was about to happen and not quite ready for it. She tried to pull her mouth away, but Gus was having none of it. He clamped her to him, holding her hard against his belly. She couldn't move, her face pressed to that wildly throbbing weapon. It soared and spasmed as he neared the pinnacle of bliss.

  A hot geyser of semen coated her face, her eyes, her nose, her mouth, spraying her hair and breasts as he came in powerful jerks. She tried to drag away, but he still held her, rigid in all-consuming ecstasy. She was helpless in his ruthless grip, bathed in his rapidly cloying libation. It cooled, mixing with her perspiration and tears, a pearly white trickle even managing to inch past her navel, heading for her delta.

  She sank down, exhausted, resting her head against his thigh, and his fingers were gentle now, fondling her hair. She wanted to wipe his come from her face and body, but was afraid to move.

  'Get cleaned up,' Theona said, linking her arm with Will's. 'Both of you dress, and then I'll get into my glad-rags and we'll do the interview.'

  'We don't have cameras,' Will reminded.

  'Worry not, my dear, I've equipment here that'll make your hair curl. You can borrow that. In fact, I'll make you a present of it. Come along, let's get started. I haven't got all night. Things to do, people to see.'

  It was like walking into a treasure house.

  As far as the eye could see the exhibition hall was filled with display stands. It was laid out like a glorified bazaar, a huge, beautiful expanse of exciting fabrics. It was the stuff of which dreams are made, samples of every conceivable material known to man - a jungle in which ardent travellers in the heady world of couture could lose themselves.

  Arlene Murphy almost had an orgasm when she stepped inside; fabrics had the same effect on her as sex. She could feel cold fingers crawling down her spine and tickling her nipples into stiffness. She knew that her panty gusset was damp.