Scandalous Lies: An addictive, sexy beach read

by Nigel May

  ‘How come?’

  ‘They blamed us for all of the turmoil that the collapse caused. It was said that Russian oligarchs were as popular with the average Russian as a man idly burning bundles of fifty pound notes outside an orphanage. So when I met Devon I was glad to leave. I can go back there whenever I want but my life here has many attractions.’ She paused and stared directly into Aaron’s eyes before adding, ‘Many.’

  Draining the last of the beer and finishing the rest of his sandwich, Aaron couldn’t help but comment. ‘Beautiful and rich. I wish I could find a few women like you in this country.’ He was hoping it would be the green light he assumed Tanya was after. To his surprise, his words seemed to have the opposite effect.

  She took the bottle from his hand and smiled. Without saying a word, she wandered back towards the house, leaving Aaron and the erection that was beginning to grow within his trousers hanging. Should he follow? He wasn’t sure. Maybe messages were a little bit more mixed in Russia. Adjusting his cock to a more comfortable position, he walked towards the shed in search of tools for his next job.

  Aaron was still in the shed about ten minutes later when the door opened and Tanya stood there, her form outlined by the sun shining down on her from behind. She was wearing the tightest shorts, a vest top and a pair of sandals. She had changed outfits since their conversation minutes earlier when she’d been wearing a loose fitting T-shirt and a pair of jeans. In one hand she held a long, tubular object.

  Without saying a word she entered into the shed and pulled the door shut behind her. There was still enough light to see her clearly as she walked to a bench table on the far side of the shed and sat herself upon it. Placing the object beside her on the table she lifted her lower body, unfastened her shorts and slid them down her legs and threw them to the floor along with her sandals. In a second her vest top came off too leaving her naked.

  Aaron had already began to remove his trousers, his cock hurting from being contained underneath the fabric of his clothes. In a matter of seconds he was also naked, his thick chest hair glistening with sweat and streaks of dirt from the garden smudged across his skin. His cock stood hard and proud.

  He moved towards her and placed his lips on hers, almost biting down on them in his urgency to satisfy his lust. He’d been waiting for this ever since he’d first met her in the bar in Chelsea. He looped his tongue around Tanya’s, enjoying the sensation of her skin against hers. She reached up and grabbed his face with both hands, running her fingers through his hair and beard.

  Tanya forced his head down to her breasts. She had small round breasts with large, sensitive nipples. They rose to attention as his lips met them. He nibbled them gently, letting his teeth bite lightly down upon them. He then stroked the lustrous hair of his beard across them. Tanya let out a squeal, lost in her enjoyment. She could often orgasm just through the teasing of her nipples alone, but today she needed more. She had a plan for Aaron.

  Aaron returned to greedily sucking on Tanya’s risen buds, but again Tanya maneuvered his head further down her body. As Aaron kneeled on the floor before her, she positioned his face in front of her vagina. The scent of it stiffened Aaron’s cock further. The light covering of hair on her pussy was the same delicious red as the hair on her head.

  Tanya placed her hands between her legs and pulled back the outer lips of her pussy, exposing the sweet, dewy delights of the walls within. Holding her lips open with one hand, she grabbed Aaron’s hair with the other and just as he was about to bury his tongue within her dampness, ordered him to stop. He knew he was not to argue. The flower between her legs lay just out of reach of his tongue.

  ‘You wait,’ purred Tanya, her accent even more seductive than Aaron had imagined it would be during sex.

  She reached over and picked up the object lying beside her spread-eagled legs on the shed work bench.

  ‘You say you’ve never tasted Kielbasa before. Well, now you taste it my way. You look but you don’t touch.’

  ‘Fucking hell.’ It was all Aaron could say. He cock was ready to burst as he stared deep into the tissuey folds of her vagina.

  Tanya picked up the sausage and began to rub its length against the outer lips of her pussy. The scent of the sausage, mingled with her own natural odour hit Aaron’s nostrils. It was a heady, horny mix.

  Parting her legs, Tanya began to slide the Kielbasa inside her. The moisture of her pussy meant that she could move it freely deep within her, the sausage sliding back and forth. She let it rest a good few inches inside her, moaning with ecstasy at the ripples of euphoria it caused to wash over her.

  Aaron watched, his eagerness to fuck Tanya growing ever stronger, his cock ever harder. He was contemplating standing up and ploughing his manhood deep within her there and then, but instead looked on as Tanya withdrew the Polish sausage from her pussy and rubbed it across Aaron’s beard and lips.

  ‘Now eat it,’ she barked, pushing the sausage into his mouth.

  The smell was intoxicating. Aaron licked the meat, lapping at the juices coated on it before biting down. It had tasted good in the sandwich but this was something else.

  Tanya flipped the sausage over so that the non-bitten end was closest to her pussy again. She inserted it back into her triangle of desire and pushed it as far as it would go. When it was almost fully inserted she moved her hands away and spoke.

  ‘Now, eat it like that.’

  Aaron didn’t need asking twice. He buried his head deep between Tanya’s legs, allowing his tongue to explore around her pussy and at the food within it. As gently as he could he bit down into the sausage again, making sure not to bite into her tender flesh. She let out a cry as he did so.

  Aaron removed his face from her heat and spat the sausage to one side. There was only one thing he wanted to feast on now and that was the juices spreading between Tanya’s legs. Burying his head inside her again, he gripped his teeth around the sausage and pulled it from within her. She quivered as the meat slid out of her. Again he spat it to one side and reassumed his feast, zoning in and sucking on her clitoris and flicking his tongue across it. He worked his cock with his other hand, aching to climax. A slick of precum glossed across the head of his shaft, eager to explore further.

  Rising to his feet, Aaron grabbed Tanya’s hips with his hands and slid her forward on the work surface. The wood grazed her backside as he repositioned her but the feeling was one of pleasure not pain. Lining the top of his cock up against her pussy, he could wait no longer and drove his full length into her. She rocked back and forth, determined to draw every inch into her as deeply as possible.

  Tanya grabbed Aaron’s shoulders and pulled him towards her. The hair on his chest rubbed against her breasts. It was a different sensation to the smoothness of her own husband’s body. It reminded her of some of the bear-like men she had been fucked by back in her home country.

  Aaron’s movements became stronger, deeper, faster and harder. Sweat poured down his body and mingled with Tanya’s as he felt his orgasm rise.

  Tanya began to shudder as her own vigorous release heightened. Wrapping her legs tightly around Aaron’s firm buttocks she clamped onto him determined that he should fire his seed as deep within her as possible. A few seconds later it happened. A river of hot liquid burst into her as her own orgasm reached its heavenly peak.

  Basking in what had just happened for a few moments longer they let their bodies stay locked together.

  It was Tanya who spoke first.

  ‘I had better go back to the house. Devon will be home later.’

  ‘That was incredible,’ smiled Aaron. ‘And very tasty …’

  He slid his now semi-flaccid cock from inside her with a satisfying post-coital, sweaty-bodied slurp and looked at the half eaten sausage on the floor. ‘I’m always up for tasting new delights.’

  Tanya leapt down off the bench and gathered her clothes. ‘I’m glad you enjoyed it. Now you had better get on with the gardening.’

  ‘Yes, ma’am,’
said Aaron. ‘What shall I do with the food?’

  ‘Oh give it to the foxes, they’ll enjoy it,’ said Tanya. Still naked, her clothes bunched in her hands, she opened the shed door and ran back towards the house. Her backside was as pink and as glowing as the abelia bush Aaron has been tending to earlier.

  Foxes? Now, Tanya was one fox Aaron would certainly look forward to feeding again. And the sooner the better.

  Nineteen

  The hard stone floor still pressed against her face. There was nothing refreshing about its temperature. Strands of hair clung to her forehead and down across her eyes. Was it blood that stuck them there? She couldn’t tell.

  A circle of brightness suddenly exploded in front of her. Was it a light? Through eyes that still felt half closed with both pain and lack of use she tried to focus. The contrast between its glow and the envelope of black she had been experiencing just a few seconds before was severe enough to cause pinpricks of pain that stabbed at the corner of her eyes as she looked into the glow. Something in the back of her mind told her to try and gather any information she could about what she was seeing, any clue to link to the night that had caused all of this. A clue as to what had caused the pain and hurt that tore through her body. A clue as to where things might end.

  ‘Why are you doing this?’ Her voice, encased with feebleness. No answer was given.

  A camera, a tripod, a figure behind the lens. It was still too dim to work out whether it was male or female. Or maybe she was just too weak. Just trying to keep her eyes open seemed one of the most difficult things she had ever had to do. They were heavy, weary, and ready to give up.

  A voice sounded. ‘So, this is what I need you to say.’ But she never heard it. Her eyes had closed once more and darkness had taken her again.

  Twenty

  There is nothing to prepare for that moment when your eyes focus on India’s Taj Mahal, the most famous white marble mausoleum in the world, for the first time.

  Which is why Georgia was very grateful that Charlie had persuaded her to spend a few extra hours in India before heading to the airport for their flight home. As she basked in the glory of the soft curves of the Taj’s domes and the rigid uniformity of its minarets, just for a while all thoughts of life and the horrors it held outside the confines of the Taj gardens, with its raised walkways and reflecting pool, were erased.

  ‘It truly is amazing,’ said Georgia, linking her arm through Charlie’s as they sat themselves down in front of the building.

  ‘And I adore the story behind it. A true tale of love between a man and a woman. So romantic.’ Charlie gave Georgia’s hand a squeeze and leant into her to nuzzle lightly against her neck.

  ‘So who built it?’ Georgia had read the information back at the hotel but with all her worries about Mitzi dominating her thoughts, any excess information just hadn’t been able to settle.

  ‘It’s a completely bewitching tale. It was built by Shah Jahan, a Prince, for one of his many wives. I think he had three. Her name was Mumtaz Mahal and he first fell in love with her when they were both of a young age, in their teens I think. He saw her in the street selling opulent silks and spellbindingly beautiful glass beads and immediately declared his adoration for her. I believe she was just slightly older than him but their age didn’t matter as they were in love.’

  Georgia couldn’t help but smile as she began to listen to Charlie. If there was one thing Charlie loved to do, it was storytelling. She guessed it was why he did the job he did. He was definitely a weaver of words and as easy on the ear as he was on the eye.

  ‘So, Prince Shah Jahan was her toy boy, eh?’ smirked Georgia.

  ‘Shah Jahan went back to his father after meeting the girl and said that he wanted to marry her. For many years life was good, and the couple were pretty much inseparable. Shah Jahan had other wives but Mumtaz was always his favourite.’

  Georgia raised her eyebrows at the thought as Charlie continued.

  ‘But when Mumtaz was giving birth to their fourteenth child, there were complications and unfortunately she died, leaving Shah Jahan bereft. While she was on her deathbed, her husband promised her that he would never marry again and that he would build her the most incredible monument and the world’s richest mausoleum over her grave. Which is how the Taj Mahal came to be.’

  ‘That is some tombstone and some story,’ remarked Georgia. ‘Teenage lovers, multiple wives, more children than Brad and Angelina and the most incredible final curtain. I’m surprised Hollywood hasn’t reworked it a million times over,’ she said, pulling Charlie close to her. Despite the warmth of the Indian day the talk of death and lost love chilled her slightly. She didn’t need to search to know why.

  ‘I’m sure they have,’ said Charlie, sensing her mood and wrapping his arm around her. ‘And if they haven’t then doubtless Bollywood will have turned it into a song and dance number.’

  It was talk of Bollywood and life back home in America that occupied Nova and Jacob as they too wandered around the grounds of the magnificent Taj.

  ‘I definitely think an Indian theme to one of the episodes of Super Nova is a must, Jacob, if not a whole series. There’s enough scope here to work with. This place is just incredible. It’s like something from Vegas but much older of course. This is something I never dreamt I’d be able to see when I was growing up in West Hills. I thought the closest I’d get to India is ordering from a takeaway menu. I love it here! All this talk of princes and princesses would be a massive hit with the viewers, as they love a bit of romance.’

  Despite loving Nova’s fizzing exuberance about the project, Jacob knew that it would all come down to the dollar. He’d spent enough time schmoozing, wining and dining TV types to know that it was money that talked. And he knew how to play the bankrollers.

  ‘Didn’t we stay in the Taj Mahal in Atlantic City? Donald Trump’s place? That was a ritzy hotel, even if the clientele were all about three hundred years of age with skin stretched tighter than a kite. We were the most natural looking people there and I know that’s ironic given these,’ said Nova, shaking her breasts to emphasise the point.

  ‘Can you not jiggle those around in here, Nova? Have some respect, woman, will you?’ Jacob, despite being a breast man all the way when it came to sex, knew that there was a time and a place for showing off her assets and this was not it. ‘And is that the spoilt Hollywood diva I’m spotting rising to the ugly surface again? If I remember rightly you actually had a great time at that hotel playing blackjack and roulette with some totally charming people who were genuinely excited to meet you – a star from the TV. Not that different from how you’d have felt about Harrison Ford or one of your favourites back in the day. You’re no different to anyone else, you know. You’re just luckier, that’s all.’

  ‘Calm it, Jacob. No need to be tetchy. I know I’m very lucky, thank you. And yes, those people were lovely.’ Nova felt she had been scolded like a schoolgirl. ‘I just get carried away from time to time. I never thought it would happen to me.’

  ‘Well, it has and you deserve it, but why do you have to be so crass? This is one of the most beautifully poetic and serene places ever and you jiggling those around in front of a few hundred Indian families is not going to exactly gain you the column inches you want is it? R-E-S-P-E-C-T darling.’

  ‘Crass? I’m the star of the most successful TV sensation since Breaking Bad, Jacob. I’m the biggest thing from Bel-Air since the Fresh Prince. Crass is in my job description, dear Jacob, it’s what people expect.’ There was a streak of joviality in Nova’s voice, but she did mean what she said.

  ‘But not here. This is a million miles away from our life of chaos and media madness back in Bel-Air.’

  ‘Fair enough, I’ll let people stare at the Taj’s domes and not mine, then, shall I? They have been around a lot longer. How come they manage to keep the building so clean?’

  ‘Well, a bit like you, Nova, it undergoes regular beauty routines. Every few years a mudpack treatment is applie
d to the marble as it starts to yellow with air pollution. A thing of beauty needs its upkeep whether it be the most majestic building on earth or the most flawless woman in Los Angeles.’

  Jacob reached out and placed his hand under Nova’s chin and raised it to admire her beauty. Despite any faults she had and those moments when she temporarily forgot her roots, Jacob worshipped her. ‘And it is also said that washing in the rivers around here is supposed to wash away any sins that a person may possess.’

  But Nova wasn’t listening. Something had grabbed her attention. ‘That’s it,’ she cried. ‘That’s how you win the bigwigs over. That seat over there …’ She pointed to a bench situated directly in front of the Taj Mahal. ‘That’s the one Princess Di sat on to make the world fall at her feet. I need to do the same. All demure and vulnerable in front of that slab of magnificence. I’m sure Oprah did it too. Come on Jacob, grab your camera. The producers will just lap this one up, it’s so historical and royal, and that’s two things our show lacks. We need a sense of history. Plus the nearest we get to anything vaguely regal on our show is when Perez Hilton rocks up to one of my parties.’

  ‘And back to crass,’ whispered Jacob to himself as Nova pushed her way towards the bench.

  Twenty-One

  ‘It’s just at the top of the street, last house on the right, just by the corner.’

  Victoria couldn’t wait to get home. It had only been a few days but she missed the twins like crazy. Her time in India had been wonderful, and judging by the HEAVY LUGGAGE labels now adorning her suitcase as a result of all the packed spices and recipe books she had purchased through the cookery course jammed inside, her reignited love of cuisine preparation was something she was keen to share with her husband and family.