by Primula Bond
Mimi and Jeremy had danced into the far corner of the room by now. It was difficult to see them by the light of one solitary candle. Their flamenco had slowed and they were circling each other slowly like combatants, a few inches apart. Mimi had pulled her dress right up her legs until it barely covered her pubes, and Jeremy was licking his lips, his hands itching to touch her. She continued to twitch herself out of his reach until he grabbed her roughly, his big hands digging into the soft flesh of her upper thighs, and lifted her so that she was wrapped round him. He was big and strong, and carried her like a feather, but he hadn’t bargained for her determination. Even in the flickering light of the tall candle I could see her face harden as he tried to take control. She started to struggle, and it was then that she glanced round the room, assessing the scene, and saw me standing by one of the long curtains, watching. Our eyes locked and I held my breath.
Mimi stopped struggling in Jeremy’s grip and let herself go weak, and he lowered her to her feet again. She rewarded him by putting her hands on his shoulders. He obviously thought she was going to kiss him because he closed his eyes. But it was me she was looking at. She gave me a sly wink and ran her tongue slowly over her lower lip in a gesture so sensual that I could almost feel her warm, wet lips fastening onto mine, and I gripped the back of a sofa.
Then she pushed Jeremy down until he was on his knees. She hitched her dress up to show him her startling black bush, straddled his head, and pushed herself into his face. I gasped, but no one else appeared to notice. I was aware of one of the waiters hovering next to me. I thought he said something, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from what Mimi was doing. She tensed her legs to angle her goods against Jeremy’s mouth, and I saw his tongue come out and start lapping at her, his fingers scrabbling to part her sex-lips and get to the fruit inside.
‘Do you think madame la hostess is aware?’ a voice asked. The waiter was still beside me, presumably repeating what he’d said before. I didn’t look at him, but frowned, as if he’d woken me up. I was so wrapped up in the scene with Mimi. I wanted to feel a wet tongue lapping at me. Her tongue, anyone’s tongue. My fanny was hot and prickling with frustration, ignored and abandoned under my velvet dress, while Mimi’s was tongued ferociously by the lusty Jeremy.
The waiter pointed and I tore my eyes away from Mimi. On the other side of the room, Chrissie was now tossing herself wildly back and forth between the two men, rubbing herself up and down their groins, her slashed dress giving easy access to her bare, ready cunt. She wasn’t interested in taking anything more from them. She was lost in her own abandoned pleasure. Both men were sweating. The boy swallowed hard as Chrissie thrust her hips against him. Jacques looked more composed, a smile fixed on his face. I glanced at his trousers and saw an enormous bulge outlined there. One of his hands was inside, clamped round his penis, bringing it to life while Chrissie parted her legs, wrapped one round the younger man’s leg, and swept herself up and down. Her buttocks clenched and her head fell back as she started to thrash wildly against him, her throat bulging as she moaned out loud, ‘Somebody screw me, while I’m hot.’
There was an electric silence in the room. All at once she arched herself away from him as her climax overwhelmed her. The boy just stared at her as she started to fall backwards. Another woman had crept up behind him to get a closer look and now, tired of Chrissie’s hogging the limelight, she snaked a thin white hand down the boy’s trousers and whipped out his fully erect penis. The boy rocked on his heels as the woman pulled him out to his full length, enticing the rounded end of his cock from its foreskin until it stretched out for more. The woman pulled and stroked for a moment or two more, then started to pull him backwards. Most of the other guests formed a circle and closed round the pair of them, clapping and cheering as if they were at a bullfight, so that they were lost from view.
It was up to Jacques to catch the falling Chrissie. He was a lot stronger than he looked because, as he caught her, he deftly flicked her onto a big sofa, where she fell, still twitching, onto her back, arms and legs splayed open. The little man lost no time. He clambered between her legs, arranged her against the cushions until she was in a suitably inviting position, and then unzipped his black trousers.
‘Aren’t you tired of watching?’ the waiter murmured in my ear.
‘I get my fair share of the action,’ I replied absently, keeping my eyes on what was going on in the room. ‘Sometimes it’s a turn-on just to watch.’
Over in the corner, Mimi had Jeremy’s hair tangled in her fingers as she kept his head clamped between her strong brown thighs. But they were equally matched as far as control went. Mimi’s pelvis tipped and twisted and her long throat was stretched with pleasure as he lapped and sucked at her. His big hands had pulled her buttocks apart and his fingers were probing and prodding inside that dark crack. He must have located his target because the long rope of black hair swung across her back as Mimi, like Chrissie had done, started to buck and thrash against Jeremy’s face. I saw flashes of his wet mouth as he tongued and nibbled her remorselessly and finger-fucked the hidden hole of her arse at the same time. She hammered her fists on his back and then she, like Chrissie, was falling, and Jeremy was catching her, and they were in a heap on the floor.
‘By the looks of him he thinks he can give her a fucking she’ll never forget,’ the waiter commented, as Jeremy pulled the collapsed Mimi across the floor towards him. ‘But how do you fuck the woman who’s already had the best?’
The small man, his dinner jacket still buttoned up, was humping his hostess with vigorous thrusts of his neat bottom, his eyes and mouth closed and silent while her arms and legs waved like tentacles around him and her blonde curls tossed happily against the sofa.
The waiter had melted away again. He’d left his silver tray on the table next to me. I reached for a full glass, and drained it. The music seemed to have faded and the sounds of sexual ecstasy and the applause of the voyeurs clamoured around me. I glanced from one madly rutting couple to the other, two cocks momentarily visible as they drew back to ram again and again in to the two waiting pussies. I felt a weird mixture of randy desire and dull emptiness.
I was off my guard because someone suddenly nudged me from behind, pushing me out of sight into the dark alcove provided by the window seat and the tall curtains. I half stumbled, half fell, with my knees on the window seat and my hands up against the windowpane. Outside the sweeping drive was lit by flickering torches and the moon cast mysterious tree-shadows beyond the ring of light.
‘They won’t notice we’ve vanished,’ the person said. The heavy curtains fell shut behind him and we were enclosed in a kind of tent, with the windows making a mirror in front of us. The squeals and laughter of the other guests were instantly muffled.
‘Shouldn’t you be handing round the drinks?’ I asked stupidly as a pair of strong arms trapped me in front of a taut body and a warm tongue gave tiny laps at the edges of my ear.
‘So I get sacked,’ he said and laughed softly, blowing the nape of my neck. ‘But I get to screw the horniest person here.’
I tried to twist round to see him, but it was all I could do to retain my balance. The waiter’s warm hands stroked over my bare shoulders and spine. I gave up and looked back at the window. The effect of his touch on my skin was mesmerising. His hands came to rest on my waist and I flattened my palms on his hips, pulling his stomach in to my back. We paused, as if waiting for the next step of the dance.
Very subtly, so that I had to concentrate to be sure he was doing it, he pressed his groin against me, moving slightly from side to side so as to edge my butt cheeks open. Then he stopped, only moving his hands up my velvet ribcage towards my breasts. I pulled the focus of my eyes in from the world outside, and stared at our reflection in the window. My eyes were wide and dark, still half hidden by the veil, and he was just a shadow behind me, eyes whose colour I couldn’t determine glittering in the half-light.
He leaned over my shoulder, trapping my ref
lected eyes in his, and then we both watched as his fingers slid easily down the front of my dress in search of my breasts. I held my breath as he drew one out. The air shrank my flesh into little bumps and the rosy nipple sharpened up instantly.
‘Juicy as ever,’ he breathed, massaging the soft mound and tweaking the hard nipple with his thumb. I couldn’t breathe, let alone ask him what he was talking about. The questions were knocked out of me as he scooped my other breast out of my dress. He started to knead them both together so roughly that I rocked back and forth against him. Seeing my own naked breasts hanging there in the window sent new shocks of excitement through me and I rocked harder against his caressing hands.
As my nipples hardened I felt the thick shaft of his cock stiffen between my buttocks and we swayed together, backwards and forwards, my legs starting to melt apart and faltering on my heels as he continued to flick his fingers across my nipples while grinding his pelvis harder against my bottom until his cock was hard as a rock.
I reached behind and felt it bulging painfully against his tight waiter’s trousers. I started to rub myself against the lewd shape, but he bent me forwards onto the window seat so that I was forced to catch my weight with my hands. This way I couldn’t touch him, but I could steady my wobbling knees. I was aching and wet with excitement now, and all I could do was watch my shadowy lover as he released my breasts, letting them brush against the window cushion. He pushed my dress up to my waist and my legs trembled even more.
‘Like unwrapping a delicious parcel,’ he murmured into my neck. So far I had only heard him whisper. ‘Do your employers really have a clue how good you are?’
‘Who are you?’ I gasped. ‘How do you know who my employers are?’
‘Well, I’d say you’ve shagged at least one of them already. Mimi, was it? She’s on heat all the year round,’ he said.
He hooked my French knickers down my legs and cupped my moist bush. One finger led the way into the wet crack and started circling my wet lips, and I moaned loudly.
‘Don’t talk about her like that.’
‘Not going to deny it, then?’
Two fingers slid up me. My breath blew clouds on the cold windowpane and he held me impaled while he unzipped his trousers with his free hand. I tried to bring one knee up onto the seat so that I could balance myself and turn round, but he simply pushed me forwards so that I fell on all fours, my butt waving naked before him.
My befuddled mind wondered if anyone had missed us. Mimi, perhaps, or the butler rounding up his staff. All it would need now was someone to fling back the curtains to get some air into the room.
My thoughts were snuffed out by the blunt knob of the waiter’s cock pushing into the crevice of my bottom. My face was almost crushed into the cushion. I reached up to cup the soft balls dangling beneath the solid shaft nudging into my flesh and they retracted slightly at my touch.
‘Let’s do it while they’re not looking,’ he ordered roughly, lifting my hips up. With his fingers still diving into my snatch and his stiff cock probing underneath me, I was more than halfway there, stimulated by everything I’d seen that evening, by the promise of unadulterated lust idling behind me like an engine, and by the constant threat of discovery by an accidental, or deliberate, voyeur.
The thick muscle found its target at last and started to nudge blindly in between my waiting lips. I flung myself greedily on to him. His fingers stayed where they were, plunging in alongside his cock, filling me to bursting point, one or two of them tweaking at my clitoris, playing every tiny part of me.
‘If they don’t see what you’re up to, then you won’t get into trouble,’ he crooned. I was pinned by his fingers and his cock, helpless. All my thoughts were centred on what he was doing to me. I gave up trying to see his reflection clearly, to make out his features. I should have paid more attention to what he looked like when he was waving the silver tray in front of me. All I could recall was a dark, piratical beard. But who cared about his face? He was inside me now.
But then something caught my eye in the glass. A movement. It wasn’t him and it wasn’t me. It wasn’t coming from inside, either. There was someone outside the window. Looking in at us. Two people, in fact. I could see their faces rising in the moonlight a few inches away from mine and, as I watched with a mixture of horror and fascination, they came right up close and stared boldly in.
‘Stop!’ I squeaked. ‘Look!’
The two spindly lads from the stables, wearing thick jackets, were shivering in the night air, but remained open-mouthed, practically dribbling as they watched what the posh guests were doing inside the Hall.
‘Stop?’ he muttered, starting deliberately, slowly, to slide himself up me, pushing my face closer to the window as he did so. ‘You must be bloody joking.’
They might already have had a good look at Mimi and Chrissie’s antics. They ogled me and I gaped at them and, as I worked out what exactly they could see, my shock turned to wicked excitement. I wondered if the waiter could see our new audience. If he could, he didn’t care. He didn’t alter his rhythm. And I didn’t want him to. I wanted my lads to see. Being watched, not by a group of world-weary adults but by a couple of hot-blooded, randy youths was thrilling. They would be able to see my tits dangling out of my beautiful green dress, my hands spread out on the window seat to keep my balance, my body being rocked forwards as the man rammed me from behind. God, they might even know him! He might have arranged to do this, talked about it with them earlier, told them he’d pick one of the randy female guests and fuck her in front of the window at a certain time of the evening so they could see.
‘Those boys. They can see us,’ I gasped. ‘What about those boys?’
‘How about we give them a show they’ll never forget? You’re good at that.’
Their young pricks would be shifting and stiffening inside their grubby jeans. Their hands would be in their pockets, rubbing themselves. They would be muttering obscene comments to each other, but finding it harder to speak as the sight of me and the waiter rutting got to them, made them impossibly horny, and the spunk started rising, ready to pump uselessly over their hands.
The waiter and I were totally locked on to each other now. His cock pushed on up me until it could go no further. I slid down on to him until I could go no further. And then he held my hips totally still, forcing us both to pause again.
‘Suki Summers,’ he murmured, as we hovered on the brink. I couldn’t struggle, let alone demand to know how he knew my name. I didn’t want to lose the momentum. He murmured something else, but I couldn’t hear him. He pulled out the pins that Mimi had secured in my hair so that it unwound over my shoulders. He stroked it for a moment, smoothing it against my back as if I was a horse, and I felt a jolt of recognition. I tried to focus my mind, but then he started thrusting violently, ramming full length inside me, lifting me off my knees with the force of his thrusting.
‘How do you know my name?’
‘It’s more polite that way, don’t you think? Now, just concentrate on the boys all cold and hungry out there. Give them the thrill of their little teenage lives.’
I let myself go limp and managed to find a way to slip my hand down between my legs. The sight must have blown the minds of the young voyeurs outside, and it certainly did the trick for me. His cock jerked faster and faster into my cunt. The rhythm overtook me, overtook us both. Every nerve centred on the desire and pleasure spreading wherever he penetrated, and wherever I rubbed, setting fire to me until finally the ecstasy burst as I came and shrieked and moaned into the cushion.
With two huge thrusts he was juddering to orgasm as well, gripping my hips so as not to slip out of me. His cock stayed stiff as gradually I let him draw out of me. There was another pause, and then he lifted his hands away from my hips, letting me wriggle forwards on my knees, juice running down my thighs, to crumple into a heap by the window
The boys ran off into the darkness, and behind me the waiter pulled aside the curtains. The noise
from the other guests spilled into our secret alcove. I sat up, pulled my dress down and turned to face him.
But he had slipped away. I jumped to my feet and hurtled through the curtains after him. Everyone was still milling about as if nothing had happened. More music was playing. I was too confused to make out the individual faces of Mimi or Chrissie in the melee, let alone speak to either of them. I dashed from the room. I didn’t want to speak to anyone.
The silver tray was left on the hall table at the bottom of the stairs, with one solitary glass on it. I picked up the glass to take it up to my bedroom, and then I saw, lying beside it, a tiny earring, in the shape of a horse’s head.
14
The coldness of the dawn put paid to any more efforts to sleep, and I got up. All night I had heard laughter and music echoing round the Hall. Someone had tried my door several times, but I had locked it. It was out of character for me to be on the fringes of a party, but that night I didn’t want to join in. In the few dreams I snatched, all I could see was the waiter’s indistinct reflection and his eyes glittering in the window as he screwed me.
I dressed in yesterday’s clothes, leaving my velvet finery on the bed. I took my bag and went downstairs. The Hall was silent with sleep, but there were shoes and scarves and even the odd pair of knickers strewn about the corridors and stairs. I remembered that my own magenta knickers would still be in the alcove, where the waiter had ripped them off, but although I searched at every single window in the salon, I couldn’t find them.
The early morning air was freezing, and I pulled my camel coat tight around me. I had no idea how I was going to get home, but I wanted to leave, right away. Something about last night’s deception made me feel awful. Chrissie was my oldest friend and, through Club Crème, I’d ended up sliding up and down her fiancé’s pole. I wanted to speak to her, sort things out, but I didn’t know what to say. How could I talk my way out of her inevitable conclusion that my new job had changed me into some sort of boyfriend-stealing bitch?