Touching Angel's Desires

by Holly J. Gill

  Donna flicked her tongue over Angel’s aroused nipple, taking hold of her other breast with her spare hand, squeezing and pinching. Angel moaned and writhed, ready for her release, welcoming it.

  She felt Marie’s thumb at her bottom, wet with saliva. She pushed out, welcoming the digit that slid slowly in. Marie’s fingers continued wriggling in her pussy, more slowly now, squeezing the thin layer of flesh between her thumb and fingers.

  “Oh, God, yes. Fuck me!” Angel demanded through gritted teeth, thrusting onto the woman’s hand. Her bottom lifted off the sofa, now wet with her juices, so violent were her thrusts as she rode Marie’s hand. Angel almost screamed with frustration when Marie slid her fingers and thumb out. But then she moaned again when Marie’s tongue began to lap up the juices she had just caused to flow, licking Angel’s cunt well clean.

  Donna’s hands and mouth teased Angel’s body. Marie kissed the inside of her thighs, reaching up to put her fingers to Angel’s mouth. Angel sucked, tasting her own arousal.

  Donna and Marie exchanged places, Marie coming up to sit beside Angel while Donna knelt between her spread thighs. Donna wet her own fingers with saliva then slid them into Angel’s pussy. She began to finger-fuck her in earnest, stimulating Angel’s clit with her thumb at the same time.

  Marie kissed Angel on the lips, her hands hard and busy on Angel’s breasts, squeezing, pinching and pulling. Her tongue insinuated itself between Angel’s gasping lips, tasting the inside of her mouth.

  Angel writhed, wanting, needing to come. But, good as these girls were, there was one thing they didn’t have. There was nothing like the feel of a thick cock fucking her to heaven and back.

  Angel reached round Donna’s back and unhooked her bra, pulling it off her shoulders and dropping it on the floor. Her breasts were beautiful, sweet and pert with little pink nipples. Angel filled her hand with one, loving the sensuous feel of the soft, warm flesh in her hand, and the hard point tickling her palm. She squeezed gently, then pulled her hand slightly away to run her thumb over the nipple. Donna shivered and gasped. Angel dug her hand into Marie’s cleavage next, pulling out one of her ample breasts, pinching the nipple hard between her finger and thumb, causing Marie to suck in her breath between her teeth.

  Marie glanced up at Angel, seeing the hunger in her eyes, knowing exactly what Angel needed. They’d had sex on many occasions whereas Angel had never played with Donna before.

  “Fuck me,” Angel said to Marie.

  Marie responded by pulling away, and taking off her chemise. She stood there naked but for a thong. Angel watched as she went over to a chest of drawers in the corner of the room, gloriously unselfconscious.

  Donna was still flicking and teasing her clit, rubbing her fingers hard and fast over the sensitive folds of flesh, budding in brightness and swelling in arousal.

  “Stand up,” Angel commanded Donna. Donna obeyed. Angel tugged on her panties, pulling them down. “Now sit on the couch with your knees up.” Donna did so, assuming the same position Angel had recently been in, her sweet pink pussy peeking out from its shell. Angel knelt before her, putting her hands on the girl’s thighs to keep her in position before leaning in and taking her first taste. She smelled clean and tasted sweet. Rather than having her pussy totally shaved, she had waxed it into a small triangle of blonde curly hair. No aeroplane blonde this one—no black box in sight. Angel flicked her tongue over her clitoris, then slid two fingers slowly inside the girl’s tight cunt. Donna’s muscles squeezed Angel’s fingers as they went in, making her tighter still. She felt like wet warm velvet as Angel began to finger-fuck her, bending down to lightly suck on her clitoris.

  Marie knelt behind Angel. Angel felt Marie’s face in her pussy, widening her bottom cheeks for better access. Angel helpfully put her knees further apart, not stopping the rhythm she had with Donna for a second. The girl was gasping and clutching at the sofa, thrusting into Angel’s face. Angel pushed with her tongue down on Donna’s clit as hard as she could, then flickered the tip of her tongue rapidly over the ultra-sensitive organ. Behind her, she felt Marie’s tongue and fingers busy with her cunt, bringing her back to the edge of bliss.

  Angel felt Marie stop and her body moved back. She glanced behind her, seeing Marie strapping on a dildo so big it was certainly going to make up for the disappointment she’d had with Greg earlier. Angel spat in the palm of her hand, then used it to cover her pussy with lubrication. Marie approached. Angel inched backward into a more suitable position, thrusting her bottom high, still giving Donna plenty of attention while she waited for the arrival of that big cock.

  She stuck her tongue up Donna’s cunt, listening to her moan with abandon, inhaling her scent and tasting her arousal. Angel reached up to fondle her breasts—she didn’t want to squeeze too hard, she wasn't sure how into pain Donna was, even that sweet exquisite pain that turned to pleasure at the crucial moment. Angel felt the cock teasing her from behind, rubbing up and down her sex lips. She reached down to facilitate its entrance, encountering lubed rubber. She positioned the head at her entrance and Marie thrust the cock firmly into her slick cunt. Angel gasped. Marie shoved the dildo in and out of her without restraint. Angel struggled to concentrate on Donna’s pussy as Marie plunged the dildo in and out.

  “Oh God, yeah, fuck me,” Angel gasped out.

  Marie shoved the cock so hard inside Angel that she was pushed forward on her knees. Donna moved out of the way.

  “Why don’t you turn over?” Marie suggested, withdrawing the cock.

  Angel turned over and sat back on the sofa spreading her thighs wide to welcome the big, black, rubber dildo. Marie re-inserted it to a groan of contentment from Angel.

  Angel laid her arms along the back of the sofa again, grabbing hold and bracing herself in position as Marie re-commenced her steady fucking. Donna sat next to her, leaning over to suck and play with Angel’s nipples. Angel moaned as Marie kept going, shoving it in and out, filling her. Donna moved down her body to where the dildo entered, flicking her tongue carefully over Angel’s clit. Angel jerked, closing her eyes, allowing the sensations to overcome her.

  “Oh yes, yes, keep going, don’t stop,” she begged, feeling heaven approaching.

  Marie leaned over her now, taking her weight on the sofa behind Angel, her large breasts dangling over Angel’s face. Angel grabbed them, squeezing and slapping, feeling Donna’s little pink tongue lapping at her, and the dildo fucking her.

  Her whole body erupted with sweat. Her belly convulsed and she screamed to the ceiling as bliss washed over her, filling her. Rainbows burst behind her eyeballs and her body jerked and bucked as spasm after spasm grabbed her, shaking her violently.

  Her body became weak and she put a limp hand down to stop Marie, who slowly withdrew the dildo.

  “Oh fuck…that was amazing,” Angel said gasping for breath. She looked down seeing Marie wearing the instrument, covered with her cream, and Donna’s smiling face wet with her juices.

  “Was that good, boss?” Marie said, unfastening the strap-on.

  “It’ll do,” she replied with a satiated smile.

  Donna climbed off the couch, finding her underwear and putting it back on. Marie covered her tits back up. Angel pulled the dress back over her boobs, fastened the halter again and sat up.

  She stood, feeling a little out of breath.

  “Well, good luck with your evening. If you perform like that with the clients, you will make me very proud,” she said, pulling down her skirt then walking over to the main door. “Keep the punters happy, girls.”

  She walked out the room feeling satisfied. Angel made her way back to the office. She needed to get changed. The large damp patches on the dress did not look fantastic. She was the manager after all and she had a reputation to uphold.

  Angel approached reception, feeling fluid dribbling down her legs.

  “Hi Angel, is everything all right?” Shannon asked.

  Angel did not stop, she wanted to get back to her flat and
clean up. She strode past the desk, throwing a, “Everything’s fine,” over her shoulder as she went.

  “Oh, Angel,” Bailey called.

  Angel stopped and turned round, irritated. “Yes?”

  “Your mum is waiting in your office,” Bailey told her.

  “How long has she been waiting?” she asked. Why hadn’t she mentioned she was visiting?

  “About twenty minutes.”

  Angel almost trotted to her office. She stood outside the door and inhaled a deep breath before opening the door. She gazed around the very empty office. Where was she? Angel made her way into the living accommodation, pushing on the door. It drifted open and there she was sitting on the couch watching television. She looked up and saw her, then grabbed the remote to switch the television off.

  “Hello darling,” she said with a smile. Angel headed over to her and sat down next to her, giving her a kiss and cuddle.

  “Hello Mum. What on earth brings you here?” she asked worried, wondering if something had gone wrong. Might it have something to do with Mr. and Mrs. Matthews? Perhaps they’d been in touch with her mum, complaining about being barred. They had been clients when her mother ran the establishment.

  “Nothing is wrong,” she replied. Angel felt a surge of relief, followed by suspicion. Was she telling the truth? “I just thought that I would come and see my daughter.” Her mum stood up. Angel looked up at her. She had always been a character. Even now she was nearly sixty and didn’t look it. She had a fantastic figure and was showing it off in skinny jeans and a tight emerald-green T-shirt which clung to her large breasts. Her hair was cut short and dyed auburn. She looked forty at most. Aging gracefully was something that happened to other people.

  “Okay,” Angel answered. “I just need to get changed.” Angel headed to her wardrobe looking for something fresh to put on.

  “Have you been having some fun, love?” Angel closed the wardrobe door slightly, turning to look at her mum. “Have you been dabbling?”

  Angel wasn’t sure how to answer her. Her mum wasn’t stupid, no doubt she had fun when she ran the place.

  “I have.”

  “Was it good?”

  “You could say that,” she replied. She pulled out a black jersey dress that was one of her favourites. It was quite demure, but clung in all the right places. “Everything is running great.”

  “I am sure it is. I thought that if you haven’t eaten we could go and get something to eat at the restaurant. I fancy seeing all the testosterone and hormones running around the place.”

  “Okay, no problem.” Angel’s stomach growled at the thought of food. “I will just get changed and be with you in ten minutes.”

  Angel went through to her office and called the restaurant, informing them that her mother was in the building. They would have the best table ready and waiting for their arrival, she was told. Satisfied, she put the phone down and went back into the bedroom. She grabbed the black dress off the bed where she’d laid it and went into the bathroom.

  She stripped off the red dress and realized she was still commando under it. She toyed with the idea of getting underwear from the bedroom, then decided against it. Her boobs were perky enough not to need a bra and the best way to avoid VPL, the dreaded visible panty line, was not to wear any anyway. She went back in the bedroom and sat at the dressing table to refresh her makeup.

  “How are you?” Angel asked. “I haven’t seen you for a while.”

  “I’m fine. I’m more concerned about you,” her mum said.

  Angel looked up at her. “Why?” she asked. Now she knew there was a reason for her coming to the club, especially on a Saturday evening, the busiest night of the week.

  “Don’t worry,” she told Angel. “We can discuss it later.”

  So there was something? What on earth could it be? It couldn’t possibly have anything to do with Desires—everything was perfect.

  They headed back to the reception. The area was busy, full of people in erotic costumes. Angel accepted smiles and exchanged greetings with many familiar faces.

  They arrived at the restaurant. Angel had decided on the main formal restaurant, rather than the cosy conservatory which she preferred. John, the restaurant manager, greeted them, a welcoming smile on his face. He showed Angel and her mother to their table. Angel nodded in approval. It was arranged beautifully with fresh flowers and candles. The dimmed lights in the room created a relaxed atmosphere. John pulled out seats for Angel and her mother in turn. Angel didn’t mind that he pulled her mother’s out first. She was the owner, after all. Angel took her seat and John placed menus in front of them, then discreetly vanished. Her mother shuffled in the chair getting comfortable. Angel noticed her eyes scanning the restaurant. Was she fishing for a problem?

  “This is wonderful,” her mum commented, picking up the menu. Angel sat and stared, having already decided what she was having. John came back a few minutes later to take their order.

  “I’ll have the sesame chicken with white rice,” her mother decided eventually.

  Angel ordered a Thai chicken omelette with salad. She had introduced the recipe to the chef and it was one of her favourites, tasty and filling, but not too carb-heavy.

  “Any wine, ladies?”

  “A bottle of Prosecco please,” Angel answered. It was a favourite of both of them, but she caught her mother’s eye, just to double check that was okay with her. Her mother nodded slightly and Angel smiled at John.

  “Very good.”

  Angel had the words her mother had said earlier going over in her head. I am more concerned about you. She had to ask the question. She wasn’t about to sit there and have her mother dictate rights and wrongs and make her cower in the corner. Her mother might own Desires, but she had retired. Angel was in charge now.

  John came with their wine, pouring them each a glass before settling the bottle in an ice bucket at the side of the table. He inclined his head to them both politely and left.

  “What were you talking about earlier?” she asked, taking a sip from her wine. She made deliberate eye contact with her—or at least, tried to. Her mother’s gaze seemed glued to the candle in the centre of the table. Finally, she looked up.

  “I have had a phone call from Mrs. Matthews.”

  “I knew it!” Angel threw herself back in her chair, running her hands through her hair. “I knew it had something to do with them. I can explain everything, although, trust me, I made the correct decision. I do realize they were good customers, but they were taking this place for a ride. I was no longer prepared to lose any more money or have my hard workers being complained about.” She paused, staring at her mum’s impassive face. “I am sorry, but they had to go. They made a big mistake today, involving me in their game. But unfortunately for them, I realized what was going on. I am not going to apologize for my actions,” she told her mum. Just let her try to persuade her otherwise.

  Surprisingly, her mother smiled. “It’s okay. I had a feeling they were trying to bullshit me. I know my daughter better than anyone. You wouldn’t make such a decision without serious thought. I just needed to check with you, that’s all.”

  A surge of relief flooded through Angel. “You’re not angry?”

  “Of course not. I wouldn’t have left you in charge if I didn’t trust you completely. You’re the boss. It’s your decision. It was just that, as they were old clients, I felt bound to come and at least check it out. But you won’t be hearing any more about it from me.”

  Their meal arrived. They tucked in and chatted, laughed, shared old memories about the club. Angel filled her mum in on some of the more recent gossip—she hooted with laughter hearing about the man who wanted to be a dog.

  “Good for him,” she finally pronounced. “And is he a good dog?”

  “Could be better, according to his trainer.”

  “Well, she’ll have to be firmer with him.”

  “That’s what I said!”

  They watched people come and go,
commenting on the various outfits and behaviours. There couldn’t be many mothers and daughters who talked so openly about sex, even to the point of discussing their own personal adventures, but that’s what Desires did, it opened people up.

  They drank their way through the bottle of wine as they chatted, although Angel poured her mother the larger share, supplementing her own with lemonade—she was still working after all.

  “I fancy watching some fun,” her mum suddenly said.

  “Okay, like what?”

  “Shagging. I fancy watching a man and girl having fantastic sex.”

  Angel smiled. Some things never changed. “Just give me a few minutes—I’ll sort something out for you,” she told her.

  She poured the last of the wine into her mother’s glass before she went. Wandering out of the restaurant, she bumped into Bailey.

  “Fantastic, you could help me,” she told Bailey. “My mother wants some old-fashioned voyeuristic fun. Come with me—let’s see what we can do for her.”

  They went to the orgy room first, but it was full of guests just having a good time. Angel pulled a face. Mum liked to see beautiful people, and the ones in the orgy room tonight were distinctly average. She went to the viewing room next. Whoever had just been using it appeared to have recently finished and the viewers were making their way somewhere else. Perfect.

  “Can you arrange to get this place tidied up quickly,” Angel asked Bailey. “I’ll sort out the couple.”

  She headed immediately to the girls’ room where she had her earlier threesome with Donna and Marie. Neither one of them was there now. However, Lucy was there. Lucy was a young pretty girl, slim, medium-sized boobs, long blonde hair and looked as though she needed to be working.

  Lucy agreed to the arrangement and got ready while Angel headed to the guys’ room. She knocked lightly, hearing loud voices laughing and talking inside. She entered the room seeing at least five men slobbing on the sofas. A few wore nothing, others were dressed. They were all drinking beers. They all stopped, turning their attention to her.

  “Right, I need a fella for a good sex session.” They all put their hands up. Well, that was hardly a surprise. She smiled. “It’s for my mum.” The hands went down. They all knew how hard and demanding she could be. Angel pasted on a frown and stood with her fists on her hips. “Don’t make me order you.” They shuffled and exchanged glances. She could almost read their minds. Who would sacrifice himself for the good of the others? Angel smiled inwardly and relented. “It’s with Lucy. Mum only wants to watch.” Angel grinned as the faces lightened and the hands went back up.