I lay her back down and gently slide down her shorts exposing her beautiful, clean shaven pussy. Just the way I like it. I part her legs and slide my tongue along her youthful labial flesh as I savour her pouring juices. I move to the very tip of her clitoris. She digs her nails into the wood of the seat and lets out a pleasured moan.
I continue to lick her like ice-cream on a cone—full tongue, soft and entirely. She squirms about and I wrap my arms around her legs so she can’t move. I want her to deal with it and take what she gets!
I pull them apart even further, now pushing them as far out as she can handle. She’s bloody flexible. I glide my tongue deep inside her dripping pussy.
“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god,” she says as she keeps tugging at my hair.
I then slip my middle and index fingers inside and fuck her with them. I lift myself from the ground and straddle her as I place my soaking fingers inside her mouth and kiss her simultaneously. I want her to taste the succulent juices that I’m savouring.
I lift her from the bench and guide her into the shower cubicle. I turn the taps to hot and the steam quickly fills the room. So much so, we can barely see one another. The mirror is completely misted. I slam her up against the cold shower tiles pushing her arms high above her head as I dig my nails into her wrists and down her arms whilst running my tongue along the middle her of body until it reaches her belly button. I stand up and kiss her passionately as our nipples flick against the other’s.
“Shit, your body is out of this world,” I compliment.
“And yours is insanely sexy. I’ve never been so turned on by a woman before.” She moans more and more.
Thankfully, I had shaved and tanned the night before. Or this so would not be happening right now.
I squeeze the remains of someone’s shower gel onto her nipples and rub it over her tits. The touch of them is astounding. I actually want to fuck her tits. I squeeze and gently push them together as I watch the water run through her cleavage. I nibble on one of her raised nipples then flick it rapidly with my tongue. She finally makes her move and places her hand on my smooth and begging pussy. I swear I wished my pussy could consume her entirely. I want to fuck her entire body.
I struggle for breath as she catches me off-guard and moves me away from her and sits me down on the tiled seat. Hey! I thought I was in control here. This time she stretches my legs apart as she feasts on my silkiness. I relax my hands on the back of her head as she buries her face in between my quivering legs; unsure of how much more I can before I pass out from the amalgamation of pure excitement and extreme heat. But there was no way I’d stop. I want to come inside her mouth.
I tense my stomach as she continues to lick and suck my clit—my whole body shaking. I pull her head in closer. She sucks harder and I twitch every time she flicks her tongue over my throbbing swollenness.
“Don’t you dare stop,” I instruct.
“I’m about to come at any second!”
She obeys and continues. She licks, she sucks and she fucks me with her nimble fingers until it feels like I’m about to combust. She still doesn’t stop and I reach a climax, convulsing with utter sensitivity as I push her head away. I can’t stop shuddering.
She faces her head up towards the hammering water. I gather my breath and swap places with her. I spread her legs wide open and I reverse my ass into her crotch like a lap dancer. I lean my hands on her knees as I rub my ass on her pussy. She massages my tits and kisses my back as I’m doing it. She’s loving it.
“I want to feel your pussy against mine,” she pleads.
“Oh my god you’re my dream woman! With fucking pleasure! Literally!”
I turn off the shower, take her hand and guide her rather unsteadily, almost slipping over as we make our way back to the bench. I lay her down, parting her legs slightly and I lower myself on top of her reddened body. Our clits join and we’re both in ecstasy. My pussy instantly starts to spasm. I can feel hers doing the same. I ride her slowly so I can relish the incredibly, inconceivably, mind-blowing sensation and then I fuck her senseless. I don’t last much longer as the feeling is out of this world and we both climax simultaneously.
Gym fantasy: CHECK.
I return to my room. It’s all I seem to do: sleep, shower, eat, fuck. Sleep, shower, eat, fuck. As much as I’m lapping up the thrills and excitement, I’m exhausted and quite relieved it’s not all constantly about sex-in-your-face here. Whilst ultimately the experience is indeed about animalistic sex, fulfilling your most furtive sexual cravings and enjoying a concoction of taboo and rough riding with a hint of virtuousness, it also offers some form of alone-time and serenity. So tomorrow, before returning back to so-called normality, that’s what my last day is going to be about. Tranquillity.
The calmness is featured in a room called the Innocence Room. But don’t let the name fool you. Whilst it’s an area in which guests can relax without being blatantly hit on, it is still vastly about sex; after all it is the Sweet Convictions Mansion after all.
Chapter 9
After a delicious yet calorific room service dinner mauled by me in unattractive PJs in bed, I give in to an early night and fall asleep to the sounds of the water feature swishing outside my window. It’s the first time I’ve heard it because it’s the first night without alcohol or passing out. Utter bliss.
I’m woken by thankfully, the last knock at the door that I’m going to hear for a while.
“Good morning Ms Bentley. Poached eggs, toast, haddock and coffee?”
This time, I can just about handle the sickly gaiety that exudes from my host’s voice. Thank God, it’s the last one.
“Sure, please. Come in.” I didn’t bother to move from the bed. I’m going to make the most of relaxing today.
“Here you go Ms Bentley. Enjoy,” says Ms No Name.
“Thank you errr ...?” as I wait for her to tell me her name.
“Oh, sorry Ms Bentley. I’m Katrina. I’m new.”
“New huh? How are you finding it here? A bit of an eye opener I bet?”
“Indeed. But it’s got such perks.”
“I have no doubt. Thanks Katrina. I’ll leave the dishes outside as usual when I’m done.”
“No problem Ms Bentley. Is there anything else I can get or do for you?”
“Nope, I’m good thanks. I’m going to take it easy today, what with being my last day.”
“Okie dokie. I’ll let you be then.”
“I’ll give you a shout if I need anything. Oh, actually, could someone swing by in about an hour or two to collect my bags and take them down to the lobby?”
“Absolutely. I’ll make those arrangements for you. No problem. Enjoy the rest of your day and I hope your stay was memorable.”
“To say the least Katrina, to say the very least.”
I finish my breakfast, brush my teeth and get sorting. I fold and pack my clothes neatly away, align my luggage next to the door ready for collection and leave the room.
I arrive at the Innocence Room. The décor is shabby chic and everything is white and silver. It accentuates its innocence with overly long white chiffon curtains pulled elegantly to the sides. They’re draped over diamante holders screwed to the walls. That’s the only screwing going on in that room.
Enormous crystal chandeliers drip from the ceiling; snow white sofas, six silver chaise longues adorned with faux fur throws, each inviting you over for a snuggle and a snooze. It has two fire places that could heat Russia, mantel pieces decorated with over-sized candelabras, Rococo style mirrors, glass tables with chrome statues of nude men and women for leg stands—each in a different sexual position might I add. It’s simply breath-taking.
I’m instantly overcome with a feeling of purity to the point I feel I’ve practically reinstated my virginity. I giggle at the thought.
Primarily, it’s a room where you can take a breather from your dark side and pretty much rest your privates from the previous continuous nights of pure shagging. I have to admit,
my little Lily is feeling pretty tender today.
The atmosphere is serene and the guests there are either quietly chatting to one another or reading a book. I literally sink into one of the puffed oversized silky sofas, unbuckle my sandals, cross one foot over the other and rest them on a white poof before closing my eyes and breathing in deep slow breaths.
God, that feels heavenly.
I reflect on my time here; how I’ve gotten here, how it’s broadened the hell outa my thinking in general, how it’s opened my mind to a whole new world of friskiness and historic moments like these. Okay, so not quite on the same level but still sex-related instances anyway.
I flash back to five o’clock one Friday evening whilst working in London. I headed out to a nearby bar for a few pre-weekend drinks with one of the girls from work. She was one of the only girls in the office at the time that I could tolerate. Her name was Selby. She was quite new to the company. I was the only one to introduce myself to her. You see, unfortunately, I know what it’s like to be the outcast newbie so I’ve always made a point of welcoming any new members to the team. I like to make them feel welcome, at ease and show them there’s at least one decent human being in the company they can get along with without being stabbed in the back, head or eye! We got on really well right from the start.
Selby was a bit of an over-enthused freak. She’d bound about the office like a six week old puppy on speed; an amalgamation of a Jack Russell and a Pitbull. She was beautifully insane and we got along famously. Selby and I had become great friends. We were inseparable; similar to that of my best school friend until we lost touch. We formed a bond I thought was unbreakable. How wrong I was. But that’s another story.
What initially got us talking was the day we overheard a couple of cliquey girls bitching and snidely laughing about her, which of course, got my back right up. She, like me was totally against gossiping. It’s just unfair, nasty and evil—plain, simple jealousy.
My under-the-breath grousing and grunting whilst stood at the photocopying machine near Selby’s desk caught her attention and well, it made her laugh and anyone who finds me funny is a potential friend of mine.
We spent most of our lunch hours together. Fridays consisted of endless typing and document reformatting, regular half hour caffeine breaks, a well-synchronised ten minute catch up and giggle in the ladies and an hour and a half lunch break enjoyed at the local Italian restaurant where we’d become very well known and looked after. We’d devour bowls of their mouth-watering recipes, demolishing them within minutes, whilst quickly slugging back a litre of house wine...yep, a whole litre of it, then end it with free delicious shots of limoncello. We’d then make our rather unsteady venture back to the office, giggling like eight year olds at how we were going to focus on our typing requirements. I truly do miss our friendship so much. Hey ho.
We arrived at the bar around seven after a pit-stop at the local off licence, still pissed from our lunch time revelry—music blasting. We ordered two soft drinks and cheekily hibernated into a reserved booth, inside of which we discreetly pulled out a bottle of vodka to top up our glasses of coke. We’d often do it to keep our nights out as cheap as possible. The problem was, we’d enjoy ourselves so much that we’d forget to at least appear sober each time we went up to the bar to order yet more soft drinks. We’d usually get suspiciously looked up and down then very quickly make tracks and head to the next bar before being thrown out.
The second bar we’d visited that night wasn’t as raucous and we could actually hear each other talk, along with a couple who sat near to our table. Selby had gone to the toilet and the couple were niggling at one another about domestics. I, being my nosy self, wanted to know what they were carrying on about so I leant sideways without realising just how obvious I was being. Embarrassingly and unsurprisingly they noticed. They both looked over at me with a menacing look of despise and snapped at me. Of course, what else could I do but apologise and lifted my meddlesome self back into a less intrusive position.
Around half an hour later I noticed the couple looking over at me, paying me an immense amount of attention, then smiling and laughing to one another before falling into a passionate embrace. Fucking hell get a room you two.
I started to feel intimidated and quickly became angry about their laughing at me, so I approached them about it. That’s what happens when I’ve had one drink too many. I become a mouthy stand-up-for-myself-and-anyone-else-I-love mad cow. To which they responded they were simply enjoying the view and invited Selby and I to join them. We did; mostly due to their offer of drinks.
Another hour or so had passed and we learned that they were husband, Jax and wife, Jade. He was South African and she was English; her voice husky and provocative. Each word she said would sound to me like “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”. It sent shivers down my spine, through every split end of my hair down to the ends of my tingling toes and fingers.
Selby had fathomed the fact that she had drunk far too much in very little time so she decided it was time for her to leave. I on the other hand was having a good time which she gathered when I whimpered at the thought and my smile turned to a sad, droopy-eyed puppy face.
“Stick around with us, we’ll look after you,” Jade suggested to me.
“Yes, do that. I’ll be fine. Simon’s picking me up. I text him when I was in the loo so it’s fine, he’s only about ten minutes away. I don’t want to ruin your night so stay,” Selby insisted.
“Okay, well, I’ll come outside and wait with you,” I insisted to Selby. She was swaying and I couldn’t let her leave alone like that.
I remember I lost a friend once on a night out. She was so drunk, went to the ladies on her own and never came back to the dance floor where she left me. I searched the entire club and outside for her until closing time at 3am. I asked the bouncers to help but they were useless and chucked me out. So I was left with no alternative but to go to the police station and report her as missing. I was an awful state and not because I was drunk either because indeed in a time like that, the shock and utter fear instantaneously sobers you right up. I remember how I sat shaking and crying in the police station for hours until 7am the following morning when they insisted on driving me home. Only to burst into tears even more when I saw her bag and clothes strewn across the mattress on the floor where she had planned to sleep that night. I kept beating myself up. How the hell could I lose someone? The next thing, about an hour after arriving at home, I received a call from her brother saying that she had gone there instead because she had felt sick the night before and wanted to go home and his address was the only one she could remember. I mean what the fuck?! Lesson learned. I’ll never let any of my friends out of my sight again.
After Selby left, I returned to the rapacious couple. I knew what they wanted. I too wanted it.
“J, can you get us some more drinks in please babe? We’re popping to the ladies to er, powder our noses,” Jade asked Jax.
“Sure shweetums, what’s on order?”
“Another red for Gemma?” she questioned as she looked over at me for corroboration.
“Yeah, that’s great, thanks.”
“And I’ll have a mojito please my darling.”
Then Jade took me by the hand and led me to the ladies where we shared a cubicle.
“I’m glad you stayed,” she said.
“Me too.”
“Come here, I’ve got a little something for us to enjoy together.”
She pulled out a small compact mirror from her bag, along with a bank card from her purse and a small bag of white powder.
“I take it you’re not planning on powdering your face,” I joked.
A few buzzing minutes later, we were kissing frantically. She was sat on top of the toilet tank and I squatted over the toilet seat with my legs extended to each side. She started to finger me before we were interrupted by one of the bar ladies. I recognised her crusty voice.
“I know what’s going on in there ladies. Get yourselves
out here right now before I call the police,” she demanded.
“What the hell do you mean you know what’s going on? I’m going for a pee for fuck sake,” I bellow from behind the temporary safety of the locked door.
“I’m serious, come out in the next thirty seconds or you’ll be dragged out.”
“We’re paying customers. We’ll finish pissing and then we’ll come out!” Jade roars before hearing her stomp out and the door slamming it shut – her fingers still inserted inside of me might I add.
“Shit, let’s go,” I said scrambling about the tiny cubicle before exiting.
“Go with me on this,” I told her as I forced a few fake tears and left the WC with a tissue held up to my nose. I walked straight to the grouchy cow behind the bar and put on the best performance of my life as I pretended to cry and explained to her that I was in the toilet with my friend talking because my partner and I had just split up. Boy oh boy the shame and embarrassment that spread across her face was a beautiful sight. We not only got an apology but a free drink each too.
Back at the table the three of us laughed about what had happened, downed our drinks and left anyway. We headed to a club two bus stops away. Laser lights shot across the room and ricocheted off the walls as progressive house played at its highest. We danced non-stop for a couple of hours until we were drenched with sweat.
“Right, let’s go,” Jade shouts into my ear above the music.
“Nooo, let’s dance some more,” I whined.
“Dance or fuck?” she asks.
“Oh. I’ll call a cab,” I insisted.
As soon as we got into the house, I gulped back a pint of cold water to rehydrate and entered their bedroom to find them kissing and groping. Jeez, start without me! Obligingly, they stopped, looked up and called me over. I undressed, crawled dazedly into the middle of them and awaited their attention.
First in was Jade. She lay on her side with her head tilted onto her hand and with the other she lightly stroked my breasts with the very tips of her nails. Jax went straight in for the kill and headed south for the winter. Forget tenderness. He wanted it all. He flicked his tongue over my pussy like there was no tomorrow. He stayed there for ages as he played with himself to get hard. It turned out that he had had too much coke so he struggled to get a full hard on. Still, we paid it its due attention.
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