by Ray Gordon
"An unmentionable sexual act?"
"Yes, go and take a look for yourself. I thought I'd better mention the unmentionable sexual act as some people might take offence."
"Yes, er... I'll have a look."
Hastening into the foyer, Mike did a double take as he peered into the utility cupboard. Sitting with her legs asunder, her drenched panties round her ankles and a vacuum cleaner handle embedded in her fanny, Mrs Squeezeasy was vigorously masturbating, her fingertips massaging her clitoris as she gasped and tossed her head from side to side in her sexual pleasure.
"Mrs Squeezeasy!" Mike cried. "What the bloody hell do you think..."
"Oh, oh! I was, er... I was just cleaning the cupboard out."
"You're masturbating!"
"Am I? Oh, yes, so I am. I have these uncontrollable sexual urges, I'm afraid. I can't help it, something comes over me, and I have to come. Please, do forgive me."
"You didn't mention this in your oral CV, Mrs Squeezeasy."
"No, I thought it best not to."
"You deliberately kept the sexual truth from me!"
"Will you fire me?"
Never! "It's a course of action that I might have to consider. I can't have female employees masturbating in the understairs cupboard, it's against the health and safety regulations!"
"I do apologise," the flushed woman smiled, slipping the creamy-wet handle out of her dripping cunt and crawling out of the cupboard. "It won't happen again, I promise you," she assured him, rising to her feet and tugging her stained panties up her long legs.
"I really can't have this sort of behaviour going on, Mrs Squeezeasy." Not unless I can join in. "I suggest you return to your duties without further delay. I'll inform you of my decision as to your future later."
Returning to the bar, Mike smiled at the muscular, pixie-haired yoga teacher. "I'm so sorry," he said, joining her at a table. "I've reprimanded the cleaner for her disgusting sexual behaviour."
"Does she normally do that sort of thing in the cupboard?"
"I don't know, I only took her on today. I'm beginning to wish I hadn't!"
"I think she's a fine woman. She's independent, resourceful, self-reliant... she obviously doesn't need men."
"No, I suppose she doesn't."
"She's extremely attractive, she'd be welcome to join the Splash Bay Women's Association Against Men any day."
"Er... yes. So, about the functions room. It's a very large room, would you like to see it?"
"No, there's no need. As I told you on the phone, there are only twelve of us, so I'm sure the room will be fine. I was passing by so I thought I'd pop in to enquire about the cost."
"Twenty-four pounds - two pounds each, if that's all right?"
"Make it twenty-five, and you've got yourself a deal."
"Twenty-five it is."
"Excellent! Er... the cleaning woman, do you know whether she's interested in yoga?"
"No, I'm afraid I don't."
"Is she a lesbian?"
"I really don't know! Why don't you have a word with her on your way out?"
"Yes, I will. Thursday evenings."
"Thursday?"
"Our yoga classes. Seven till nine every Thursday."
"Yes, that's fine, I'll write it in the book."
"Good. I'll see you on Thursday, then. Goodbye for now."
"Goodbye."
"Long live women!"
Christ! "Yes, long live..."
Wondering about Mrs Squeezeasy's peculiar masturbatory habits as Miss Cleft left the bar, Mike thought seriously of suggesting she work in room sixty-nine. She needed the money, he reflected, so she might be more than willing to perform female masturbation shows or have herself fucked rotten! The more girls, the more punters I can satisfy.
It had been a bastard of a morning so far, he surmised. What with Knickerlace, the right little bastard Gill, the burst pipe, the exploding cooker, Mrs Squeezeasy masturbating in the cupboard... Just another day in the riotous life of Stokepot Towers, he philosophised, pressing a glass to the vodka optic.
Chapter Four
Checking the bookings at midmorning, Mike's mood brightened. "Ah, the family of three," he rejoiced aloud, thinking of the money.
"What about them?" Goldie asked as she breezed across the foyer in her French maid outfit, her blue eyes smiling, her long golden locks cascading over her pert breasts.
"They arrive at lunch time. Where the hell have you been?"
"Dave sent me out to buy a new cooker," she said softly. "It's being delivered this afternoon."
"Oh, is it now? And how much did it cost me?"
"They're going to send you the bill."
"Answer the question, Goldie! Unless you want a damned good tit thrashing!"
"Not far short of a grand."
"Suck my throbbing prick! Right, Dave can pay half! What does he propose to do about lunch? Without a cooker, he can't cook. He's like a prostitute without a cunt, he can't work."
"I don't know. By the way, the princess wants you. She's in bed."
"Is she now? Right, I'll go and see her. Is it beyond your capability to man reception?"
"No, of course it's not. I do a better job than you."
"Don't be ridiculous. No one does a better job than me; I'm the proprietor - akin to God."
"At least I don't swear in front of the punters."
"I don't fucking swear, either!"
"Yes you do, you're always swearing."
"It's my prerogative. How's your cunt?"
"Wet, hot, tight, and in need of a hard cock!" Goldie giggled, thrusting her hand up her short skirt and scooping her girl juice out of her hot sex crack.
"OK, I'll fulfil your disgusting feminine needs after I've fucked the princess," Mike conceded, watching the girl suck her cunt-sticky fingers.
Leaping up the stairs, his penis solid, his heavy balls rolling in anticipation, he knew that the princess would be in dire need of a damned good seeing to. Even if she wasn't, she'd be seen to anyway! Tapping on the door, he wondered whether to take his royal guest to room sixty-nine and really put her through her paces. Give her majestic buttocks a royal caning!
"Come in!" Elizabeth called sweetly.
"Good morning," Mike smiled as he glided over to the bed. "You wanted to see me?"
"Yes, I've decided to go home today."
"Oh, that's a shame. I was hoping you'd stay on for a week or two."
"I'm not going until the afternoon so there's plenty of time. I want to ask you a great favour, Mike."
A favour? Mike contemplated, focusing on the beauty's wet tongue as she licked her luscious red lips provocatively. Her hazel eyes sparkling as she flashed him a salacious smile, he knew she wanted a sexual favour. Most likely a damn good fucking before she returned to her own cock-eyed country! This was his last chance to have a royal fuck and he wasn't going to miss the opportunity to drive his fiery weapon deep into her highness's tight anal passage and spunk in her dank dungeon!
"The favour..." the princess began tentatively, tugging the bedclothes down to expose her luscious mammary mounds, her alert nipples. "You have two men working for you. Would they oblige me by... by coming to my room and..."
"Ah, you want them to join you in your bed?"
"Yes, and you, Mike."
"You really are making the most of your stay! OK, who do you want first?"
"I want all three of you at once," the royal hussy grinned, tweaking her delectable milk teats.
"As your humble servant, your wish is my command, My Lady."
"I don't want you to think that I'm a common slut, it's just that..."
"A filthy, dirty, common, fucking slut? Oh, I'm sorry! No, I don't think anything of the sort! You want a leaving present, something to remember your stay at Stokepot Towers. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"
"You're very understanding, thank you. I've read about group sex and, well, I'd like three men. One in my mouth, one in my pussy and one... well, you know."
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"Certainly, Your Majesticness. Your every perverted wish is my command."
Imagining himself spunking deep inside the princess's pussy with the chef shafting her tight bottom-hole while Paul spermed in her mouth, Mike wondered whether to suggest that Trudie and Goldie join in with the royal debauchery. Three cocks, three cunts, three clits, six tits, six milk buds... the possibilities were endless!
Lifting the bedside phone, he rang reception and ordered Goldie to send Dave and Paul up to Elizabeth's room. They'd give the princess a right royal send-off, he mused. Or come-off. Send her back to her country brimming with the finest British spunk.
"Elizabeth, might I suggest that you come up to room sixty-nine?" Mike grinned as he replaced the receiver. "I think you'll be pleasantly surprised by my range of sex equipment."
"Sex equipment?" she echoed as she slipped out of bed, her curvaceous, naked body glowing alluringly in the sunlight streaming in through the window as she stood before him.
"Yes, I have a fully equipped sex room. If you want a really good time, I suggest you experience the sensual delights I have to offer."
"Oh, a sex room!" Elizabeth giggled, slipping her dressing gown on. "Yes, I'd love to experience the sensual delights of your sex room!"
"Good, I thought you'd be pleased. Follow me."
Leaving the room with his unlikely pioneering punter as Paul and Dave ambled along the hall, Mike ordered the baffled young men to accompany him to room sixty-nine. They'd be only too willing to serve Elizabeth, he knew! They'd be only too happy to assist him in giving his aristocratic guest the triple fucking of her life! Over the frame or on the bed? he pondered, trying to work out how to have the royal lust holes simultaneously fucked.
"Welcome to room sixty-nine!" Mike beamed proudly, leading Elizabeth through the doorway.
"Oh!" she gasped as she cast her eyes around the room. "How interesting! I've read about people talking dirty during sex, I want you all to talk dirty to me."
"It'll be our pleasure!" Mike enthused. "Right, you two, Her Royalness requires a triple fucking. Paul, you'll take her mouth, Dave, her pussy, and I'll fulfil Her Highness's disgusting wish by shafting her tight bum-hole with my fucking great cock."
"You're fine young men!" Elizabeth beamed, slipping her satin gown off her shoulders and displaying her naked beauty to their bulging eyes. "Now, where do you want me?"
"Dave, you lie on the floor with Elizabeth on all fours above you. Shove your cock up her hot cunt and I'll kneel behind her and fuck her tight arsehole," Mike ordered the flabbergasted chef. "Paul, you can kneel on the floor with your knob in her royal mouth and spunk down her throat."
"I want you all naked," Elizabeth ordered huskily, tugging at Paul's trousers. "All three of you, completely naked. And talk really dirty to me."
Hurriedly removing their clothes, the three men stood proudly before Her Royal Highness, their penises standing to attention, their knobs shining in the sunlight, awaiting permission to enter their assigned noble orifices. Ordering the chef to lie on the floor, the princess knelt astride his erect penis, resting her weight on her hands as he positioned his knob between her gaping cunt lips and swiftly drove his love stake home. Kneeling on the floor, Paul offered his bulbous glans to Elizabeth's open mouth as she lifted her head and gazed in awe at the purple plum wavering before her wide eyes.
"That just leaves me!" Mike chuckled, kneeling either side of Dave's legs and parting the princess's royal bottom orbs as she sucked Paul's knob to the back of her throat. Pressing his glans against her tight brown ring, Mike managed to slip his crown into her tight orifice, his heavy balls resting on Dave's as he drove his veined shaft deep into the royal dungeon.
Gasping, her naked body impaled on three massive cocks, the princess began to rock back and forth as she gobbled on Paul's swelling knob. Her holes bloated, her inner sex flesh sensuously massaged by the pistoning purple-headed warriors, she began to quiver as Mike reached between her yawning cunny lips and massaged her jewel. Her blue blood flowing red, engorging her swollen cunt lips, flushing her ballooning cheeks, she'd truly discovered Shangri La.
Watching his broad shaft repeatedly emerge and drive into her tightening anal sheath as his balls collided with Dave's, Mike stretched her bottom spheres apart, exposing her taut brown flesh hugging his pistoning penile rod. Praying that his sperm would jettison in time with Paul's and Dave's, he quickened his clitoral massaging, taking the abused princess ever closer to her sexual crown.
"OK, let's really give it to her!" he cried, fucking her velveteen arsehole with a vengeance as Dave repeatedly lifted his buttocks off the floor, ramming his cockhead deep into the woman's trembling body. "Let's give the dirty, sex-starved little bitch the three-way shagging of her life!" Wishing he'd invited the girls to join in, Mike imagined them sucking on Elizabeth's neglected nipples, taking the woman to hitherto unknown depths of sexual perversity. There'll be plenty of time for that later.
Her naked body perspiring, trembling uncontrollably, the princess moaned her moans of pleasure through her nose as she sucked on the solid knob fucking her wet mouth. Her vaginal sheath inflamed, her anal tube hot, burning with the rectal fucking, she rocked back and forth, taking herself ever closer to her shuddering climax.
"Coming!" Dave groaned, his penis swelling within the princess's gripping cunt.
"Ah, and me!" Paul rejoined, his knob gliding over her snaking tongue.
"Wait for me, lads!" Mike gasped, ramming his tool in and out of her tightening anal duct. "Ah, God! God, I'm... I'm there! I'm coming! Spunking up the royal bitch's arse!"
Sperm jetting over her sweeping tongue, filling her contracting cunt, bathing her inner anal flesh, the princess shuddered as her own orgasm erupted within her pulsating clitoris, taking her to the summit of her sexual deviance. Lust juices and spunk pouring from her brimming pussy hole as she swallowed Paul's gushing sperm, she squeezed her pelvic muscles, gripping the thrusting penises within her velveteen sex ducts as her naked body shook violently with the incredible shockwaves of orgasm.
"Christ, you've got a beautiful arse!" Mike gasped, ramming his swollen glans deep into her sperm-drenched rectal tube, his belly slapping her tensed buttocks. "I'm going to miss fucking you!"
"And I'm going to miss you - all of you!" Elizabeth breathed as she slipped Paul's spent knob out of her jismed mouth.
"What a beautiful cunt!" Dave rejoined, jetting the last of his spunk over her hot cervix as he propelled his knob deep into her vaginal sheath. "A right royal fuck!"
Collapsing in a heap of trembling limbs, gasping, wet with the sweat of debased sex, they lay resting in the aftermath of their shuddering orgasms. Her lust holes lovingly gripping the flaccid penises, the princess rhythmically tightened and relaxed her pelvic muscles, squeezing the remnants of sperm from the men's cocks. Holding her hips, Mike pressed his belly to her rounded buttocks, his knob absorbing the inner heat of her fiery core as his penis deflated.
She'd been well and truly fucked, he mused as he slowly slid his glistening shaft out of her sperm-wet arsehole. Now she could return to her own country a fully-experienced woman. But there was one more experience she ought to enjoy, he decided, focusing on the cat of nine tails standing ominously in the corner of the room.
"Elizabeth," he whispered as he climbed to his feet. "Elizabeth, stand up."
"What is it?" she asked wearily as she raised her hips, slipping Dave's dripping penis from her burning cunt.
"Stand up," Mike repeated, taking the royal arm and yanking her up unceremoniously.
Positioning Elizabeth before the frame, he gently but firmly bent her over the padded bar, his cock stiffening again as he gazed at the sperm oozing from her inflamed sex holes, dripping on the carpet between her feet. Taking a length of rope, he quickly lashed her wrists to her lower legs before she realized what he was up to. Stroking the unblemished taut skin covering her firm buttocks, he grinned at Dave and Paul as they clambered to their feet.
"W
hat are you doing?" Elizabeth asked in her sexual haze, trying to free her hands as Mike grabbed the whip.
"I'm going to give you something to ensure that you never forget your stay in England," he smiled, raising the leather tails above his head. "Look upon this as a souvenir from Stokepot Towers."
"A souvenir? What am I going to take home with me?"
"Weals!" Mike chuckled. "Dozens of weals across your beautiful royal buttocks!"
Bringing the tails down as Paul and Dave looked on with glee, Mike lashed the princess's majestic bottom-orbs. Crying out, begging for mercy as sperm jetted from her tightening lust ducts, she was powerless to halt the gruelling thrashing. The tails cracking across her buttocks again and again, her body jolting, her pleas went unheard as Paul and Dave sat on the floor and painfully squeezed and twisted her erect nipples.
"Please, stop!" she gasped as the tails cracked loudly across her burning flesh again. "Please, please stop!"
"This is your souvenir!" Mike laughed, bringing the whip down relentlessly.
"No, please! I can't stand it!"
"Of course you can! You'll soon come to love it!"
Twisting and pulling on the princess's sore nipples, Paul and Dave reached between her splayed thighs, each driving two fingers into her drenched pussy sheath. Crudely giving her highness a double finger-fucking, stretching her love hole wide open, they tugged harder on her distended milk teats, pulling her painfully abused breasts into taut cones of flesh as she cried out in her sexual pain and pleasure.
"Oh, one's arriving! One's arriving!" she wailed as the leather tails struck her crimson, weal-lined bottom cheeks. Her naked body shaking, she gasped as her orgasm welled from the depths of her pelvis and exploded within her throbbing clitoris. Her cunt gripping the men's thrusting fingers, her bottom hole oozing with sperm, she rolled her eyes as her sadistic climax crashed through her tethered body, taking her to her new-found sexual heaven.
Gasping, semiconscious in her coming, she hung limp over the padded bar as Mike finally discarded the whip and Paul and Dave withdrew their cunny-wet fingers from her fiery pussy hole. One last fuck? Mike contemplated, mesmerised by her glistening anal entrance. His penis solid, wavering from side to side as he stood behind the princess, he pressed his swollen glans against the delicate brown tissue surrounding her tight rectal entrance. Grabbing her hips, he propelled his knob deep inside her arse, bloating her pelvic cavity as she gasped in her sexual frenzy. His swinging balls slapping her bulging cunt lips as he repeatedly thrust his shaft into her trembling body, he quickened his rhythm, his second coming nearing as his glans glided over her hot inner flesh.