‘Will I do, then?’ Venny straightened as if totally unaware of the inner battle that was raging in the artist. She turned away from him and walked over to the stool. She hitched herself up onto it, her breasts swaying as she did so, and beamed brightly at him. ‘Is this how you want me?’ she asked, knowing full well that how he wanted her was on her back, right now, with her legs wide open and his cock buried up to the very hilt between them.
Still, he had some professional pride. Venny admired him for the way he bit back the extent of his passion and instead – somehow – managed to get his mind back on the job in hand.
‘That’s fine,’ he said, only sounding half-strangled now instead of completely unwound. He took up the block and started sketching her, a frown of very intense concentration on his face. Venny watched his penis bobbing up under its little fabric cover as he lifted the block to make some minor adjustment to her outline. Still as hard as ever, she noted with satisfaction. And then, as he really got into the job and stopped thinking about wild and immediate sex, she saw the outline of his cock start to droop under the cover.
‘Oh, dear,’ she sighed.
‘What?’ Jamie looked up at her in surprise.
‘Your lovely cock’s going down,’ she pouted. ‘Can I help it stay up, Jamie? Should I maybe shake these for you: would that help?’
Venny stuck her chest out and gave a little shimmy; her breasts wobbled. She saw Jamie’s cock quiver and start to reassert itself more boldly.
‘That’s much better,’ she sighed happily, and sat still as he tried to reapply himself to the sketch.
There was silence in the studio for all of fifteen minutes, and then Venny started to feel stiff from sitting in one position.
‘Can I move now, Jamie?’ she asked.
‘Just a moment,’ he said, and scribbled furiously away at the sketch for another five minutes.
‘Now I’ve got to move,’ said Venny, and stood up and stretched with a luxurious groan.
‘All right.’ Jamie put the sketch block aside and stood up. ‘Thanks for being so patient,’ he said.
Venny’s eyes travelled down his body to where the little square of fabric concealed his manhood. She strolled towards him and deftly lifted it off. Still hard, she thought. Wow.
‘That’s a lovely cock, Jamie,’ she complimented him truthfully. Thoughtfully she ran a fingernail from the tip of his glans down over the shaft of his penis until she reached his curly nest of golden hair. She tweaked his pubic hair playfully.
Later, she thought that touching his naked cock had been a little like unleashing a whirlwind. She had never actually been swept up in someone’s arms before, but she was now: swept up and whizzed across the room and summarily dumped on the tiny unmade brass bed in the corner of the studio. And she found that she was too ready for him to even worry about the state of the sheets. Jamie was all over her, kissing and biting and sucking with such a frenzy of released passion that for a few moments she felt nervous of him. And when he started to fasten her hands to the bedstead using her own bra and pants as bindings, she started to feel distinctly uneasy.
Oh, she loved a spot of bondage. She really did. But preferably with a lover she knew and trusted, and Jamie did not come into either category.
‘We ought to have a release word,’ she managed to pant out.
‘A what?’ Jamie was panting too, manhandling her limbs into a position where he could plunge his cock into her.
‘Release word. Or words. Something non-sexual, so that if either one of us wants to be untied at once, we just say that word, and it’s done.’
Jamie sat back on his heels between Venny’s legs and said distractedly: ‘Right. What word?’
‘Um.’ Venny thought frantically. Yeah, what word? Micky flashed into her brain, Micky and his buttock tattoo. And Micky’s nicked blowtorch. ‘Naked flame,’ she said.
‘Naked flame.’ Jamie paused in the act of stroking her inner thighs. His sharp grey eyes held her green ones. ‘Isn’t that sexual? Naked?’
‘Not when applied to a flame,’ said Venny, squirming pleasurably beneath his touch. ‘Oh, keep doing that,’ she pleaded, straining against her bonds.
‘Right.’ Jamie gave a smile and concentrated his attention upon her soft inner thighs once again. To her surprise he suddenly sat back on his arse and pushed the heel of one large, well-shaped foot against her vaginal opening. It felt good. She moaned. It felt like an improbably huge penis trying to gain entry, and she was amazed by how stimulating the feeling was. She pumped herself enjoyably against his heel, and was quite sorry when he drew his dampened heel away; but other delights were in store. Jamie reversed his foot and pushed his big toe into her vagina instead of his heel. It penetrated more deeply, and while his big toe waggled away like fury inside her, his other toes tickled at her clit.
‘That’s good, don’t you think?’ gasped Jamie.
‘Mm,’ said Venny.
‘You know geishas?’
‘Not personally, no,’ panted Venny.
‘No, I mean, you know about geishas and what they could do with their feet? Those awful bound deformed feet that looked a bit like pigs’ trotters? Well, the front of the foot was pulled right down, and so was the back, and that left a cleft in the middle where the instep should be.’
‘Oh, yuck,’ said Venny with a grimace of distaste. ‘Oh, yuck, yes, but the cleft was very handy. They used the cleft as another vagina. A man could slip his dick in there if the geisha had the curse or whatever, and get off just fine.’
‘You’re a mine of information,’ gasped Venny, discovering that a man’s big toe was actually a very useful thing to have around the place. ‘Do that a bit harder, Jamie. And that little toe, move it just a bit … oh, that’s better. That’s it.’
Venny was straining and pushing down onto his foot madly now, chasing the elusive tingle that forewarned of her climax. But again Jamie changed his position, removing his foot from her crotch and going back onto his knees between her legs.
‘I want a fuck now,’ he said brusquely.
‘Fuck away,’ said Venny obligingly, because right now that was exactly what she wanted, too.
Jamie pushed closer. Venny looked down between their overheated bodies and saw that he had another surprise in store. He had slipped what looked a bit like a condom over his cock, but it was something a bit more elaborate than that. Venny looked at it in trepidation. It was more like a large dildo, covering his cock. Now when had he put that on? she wondered. Sleight of hand seemed to be Jamie’s forte. It was bright red, about ten inches long, and covered in knobbly excrescences. She could see that it was quite a snug fit as it sat over his penis; and she guessed it would feel pretty good once it got inside her, but for the moment she was a bit shocked by it. Should she call out the release words?
No, maybe not.
Why not try it and see if she liked it?
Jamie pushed his cock in its chunky vermilion covering down until the tip of the dildo was just nudging into her slit. He pushed his hips up towards her, and the thing sank deeper into her. The sensation was immediate and amazingly enjoyable. The knobbly growths all along its length gave an extra dimension to her sensitivity, stepping up the action by leaps and bounds until she was panting as if she’d just run a marathon, and straining against him to get the maximum amount of thrills from the encounter. She felt almost sorry for Jamie, because the thing was so thick and so long that he must be feeling very little with his penis trapped inside it.
Still, he was obviously a more considerate lover than she had expected him to be – and she was determined to do him an extra special favour after this, to return the compliment. The big red dildo sucked and pushed and thrust at her like the cock of a giant; her wetness flooded her now as with every mad push from Jamie her breasts shook, her stomach clenched, her fingers clawed at the brass bars her wrists were tied to. This was heaven but it was also hell. Satisfying though the big dildo might be, what she really wanted was hot, surg
ing, living cock, not turgid plastic. And oh, it was big. So incredibly, hugely big. Bigger even than Robert Fielding had been, and she had been on top that time, in control of the situation. The dildo was perched on Jamie’s phallus above her, filling her to almost indecent lengths, causing her darts of wild excitement and a sensation that was almost, almost pain.
So as she came, screaming and crying with the intensity of it, she was also shouting out the words that would get her released from this bondage.
‘Naked flame!’ she sobbed out. ‘Naked flame!’
But Jamie was out of control now. Oh, he did stop fucking her with the dildo; he pulled out of her instantly and threw the sopping-wet thing aside. But with equal speed he nosed his cock back inside her, eager to feel her heat and wetness against his own shaft, his own glans, eager to feel her womanliness against the male core of him.
Jamie was pushing and thrusting and slapping against her with greedy enjoyment now, and to her shame Venny felt her second orgasm build to almost obscene heights as he blatantly ignored her pleas to be released and all but raped her.
Heaven, she thought, but also hell.
Heaven in the hard thrust of his cock and his balls against her. Hell in the soreness that the huge dildo had caused her, causing her to wince at his crazy lunging.
But soon it was over anyway. Jamie was far too turned on by this sort of game to wait for long. With a shout of satisfaction he threw back his head and these final thrusts he gave were even more violent, more uncontrolled in their wild passion, than those that had gone before. And Venny came again.
And again.
Heaven and hell, pleasure and pain.
‘Naked flame,’ she sighed limply, feeling faintly ashamed of the extent of her own arousal now. Jamie pulled his wet penis out of her. She watched it wavering like a one-eyed cobra about to strike as he leaned up over her and freed her from her bonds.
‘You wanted that,’ he said smugly as he flopped back onto the bed beside her.
‘I asked you to stop. We agreed,’ said Venny with a touch of sullenness.
‘Yeah, you asked me to stop. But you didn’t want me to,’ said Jamie.
And he was right, of course. Also very wrong, because they had agreed what they would do, and he had broken that agreement. He was mad, bad and dangerous to know, like Lord Byron, and although she had enjoyed him very much, she thought that in future she would leave his sort to Dani, who was pretty wild herself.
‘So who’s going to be the man in the ice sculpture?’ she asked him, feeling replete and well content in spite of all her misgivings.
‘Hm?’ Jamie looked at her with those acute grey eyes. They were sort of icy themselves, those eyes. ‘Oh, I thought Micky Quinn.’
She found Micky over at Flora and Caspar’s flat later that morning, enjoying an early lunch with them on their balcony. He answered the door at her ring, wearing a towel around his waist and nothing else. Venny looked him up and down in surprise.
‘Venny!’ Micky was already pulling her inside, his blue eyes twinkling with pleasure at seeing her. ‘Come in, sweetheart. Have you come to make up?’
Well, had she? Venny wondered. All right, she had behaved like a prude when she’d discovered he’d been balling Dani after their split. It was true.
‘Yes,’ she said simply. ‘And to tell you that I sat for Jamie’s ice sculpture this morning. His take-off of Rodin’s Kiss. And he tells me you’re going to be the man in the sculpture.’
‘That’s right.’ Micky had closed the door and was leading her across to the balcony, from where she could hear Flora chatting away in her high cultured voice to Caspar. ‘He’s been sketching me at Beurre Blanc.’
‘He’s been doing more than that at Beurre Blanc,’ said Venny.
Micky stopped walking and turned to look at her. ‘Like what?’ he asked with a quick frown.
‘Like stealing your chef’s blowtorch and maybe your knife too,’ said Venny. ‘I saw the blowtorch at his studio.’
‘The light-fingered little git,’ said Micky.
‘I’d put it down to experience if I were you,’ Venny advised him. ‘Jamie’s really not worth upsetting. He’s a bit unstable, I’d say.’
‘I guess you’re right,’ said Micky, and although he didn’t look too happy about it, he let it go.
‘Sorry to interrupt your lunch,’ said Venny.
‘No, come and join us,’ invited Micky, and he pulled off the towel at his waist and tossed it aside.
Venny had thought they were out there on the balcony in bathing trunks and bikini, but Micky to her surprise was naked. She stared down at his revealed cock and it started to raise its head as if about to return her stare.
‘We’re having a naked lunch,’ explained Micky with a grin. ‘No one can see us out there – at least, not without a high-powered telescope, and if they’re going to go to that sort of bother then they’re welcome to a peek.’ He turned and led the way out onto the balcony.
Strange days indeed, thought Venny as she walked out onto the balcony while watching the twitch and roll of Micky’s naked butt.
‘Oh, hi,’ said Flora warmly, sitting there in the sun with her massive tits slathered in sunblock. Her nipples were drooping perilously close to her salad, Venny saw with a tiny feeling of amusement and a large measure of burgeoning excitement. Goodness, that woman could turn any strictly hetero woman into a raving lesbian overnight!
She couldn’t see what Flora was wearing on her bottom half because the food-laden table blocked her view, but she guessed that it was absolutely nothing. She felt her cunt throb hungrily. And it throbbed even worse when she glanced at Caspar’s naked upper half, and started conjecturing about what lay beneath the table on his side.
Micky sat down beside Flora to resume his meal and dish up for Venny.
‘Hello, Venny. Come and join us,’ said Caspar encouragingly.
Venny was about to sit down when Caspar held up an admonitory hand. ‘House rule. Naked lunches mean naked. That’s all the participants, latecomers included.’
They wanted her to strip too. And why not? She quite enjoyed the thought. She was clean from the shower, she had exchanged the clothes she had worn to Jamie’s for a more casual aquamarine crop top and tightly clinging stone-coloured shorts, and sneakers. She felt cool and comfortable in this ensemble, but right now she was itching to join in the naked fun with these three. Micky was dishing her up a plate of salad and a slice of quiche. Caspar and Flora were drinking and laughing over some absurd joke they’d heard on the radio. No one cared that she was about to get naked, and she felt quite easy about the situation herself.
She pulled the dainty little crop top over her head, allowing her nude breasts to spill out. She tossed it aside onto a spare chair. Then she unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, and deftly pulled them down around her ankles and stepped out of them. She tossed those too onto the chair. Aware suddenly that conversation and movement had ceased on the balcony, she kicked off her sneakers and put them neatly to one side.
Naked, she stepped forwards and took the chair next to Caspar. She sat down, nude breasts swinging, and Caspar approvingly poured her out a glass of red wine. She picked up the glass and sipped the wine. She hoped she wasn’t dampening Flora’s beautiful seat cushion too much. This felt exceedingly erotic. And now that she was sitting beside Caspar, she could glance down while she was talking to him, and see that he was just as well hung as his brother, and that his thatch down there was black like Micky’s, and that his balls were pleasingly big.
She looked up and realised that Caspar had caught her staring at his naked cock. ‘Sorry,’ she said with a rueful smile.
‘Don’t apologise,’ said Caspar. ‘It turns a man on something rotten, having a woman ogling his tackle. As you can see.’
Venny could. His penis had roused up and was now standing erect, as if curious about their lunchtime meeting and eager to join in.
‘I’ll get the pudding,’ volunteered Flora, standing u
p. Both men looked with interest at her lushly curving body, her ginger pubic curls, her outrageously heavy breasts.
‘Your wife’s gorgeous,’ sighed Micky to his brother.
‘I know,’ said Caspar proudly. ‘Venny is, too.’
‘Thank you,’ said Venny.
‘Pleasure,’ said Caspar, and it was clear from the expression in his dark, brooding eyes as they looked at her that pleasure was exactly what he intended.
Flora returned shortly with summer pudding and cream on a tray with some pudding dishes and spoons. She bent over the table beside Micky and placed the tray upon it. Micky stood up to help her, displaying a vast erection. As Flora busied herself with slicing up the raspberry-coloured pudding which oozed fruit and rich juices, Micky stepped behind the luscious redhead and leaned past her to pour out the cream. That accomplished, he pushed the head of his rampant penis down between her bumslit, found her vagina, and thrust up into her.
‘Sorry,’ he said as he pushed up further into his sister-in-law’s very willing body. ‘Couldn’t wait. It’s all these bare tits. Too much temptation.’
‘You’re right there, brother,’ said Caspar, leaning across to tweak one of Venny’s nipples. It hardened obligingly as he did so. Pleased with the effect, Caspar reached for the cream and dipped his finger into the jug. He smoothed the cream onto Venny’s turgid nipple, leaned across and proceeded to lick it off.
In delight Venny clutched at Caspar’s dark head while his lips and tongue worked industriously at her breast. Her eyes met Micky’s over Flora’s shoulder. Micky’s hips were pistoning busily. She looked at Flora, whose eyes were closed in ecstasy as she clasped the edge of the table to steady herself against Micky’s thrusts. The redhead’s breasts were swinging steadily as she was taken from behind. Venny felt suddenly so wet that she wished Micky was in her, not Flora. But there was always Caspar.
Dropping her hand from his head, she guided his hand to her succulent crotch, leaning back in her chair so that he could gain access to her wet folds. Caspar seemed very happy to do this, and before long she had his fingers exactly where she wanted them, rammed up inside her so that she was being as effectively fucked as Flora was, and she could look across the table at the copulating couple, and imagine that Micky’s cock was up inside her, instead of Flora.
After Hours: Black Lace Classics Page 21