Clarissa's sense of exhibitionism magnified. She was bent over as her lover rubbed her to frenzy?ass, vulva, interior folds all on display. The realisation only heightened her excitement. She peaked in the knowledge that her clenching rump was watched by all. Including the shitheel whose voice oozed in her ear as she came.
"Clarissa, you filthy bitch. This is fucking outstanding."
The words stayed in her head as her body spasmed, cunt squirting hard all over the exterior of the bowl. He had put her here and it felt so good she couldn't even hate him.
The stage went to black, music blaring, audience rowdy with appreciation. As the stage-motion wheeled them backstage, Clementine continued to kiss. Limp in the aftermath of orgasm, Clarissa let her. She liked that it was more than a show for the horny blonde.
"God, that was amazing." Clementine's words in her ear sounded heartfelt. "So hot. Giselle's good, but?well?it's a job for her. I thought it mightn't work, but you were so spontaneous, so much fun. Come on, get back in the bowl with me."
Clarissa climbed in giddily, accepting the pretty blonde's embrace like a teenager with a crush. They huddled in lukewarm water, as another mechanism operated, carrying the shallow platform on which the bath was based in a new direction.
"Where are we going? To dry off?"
Clementine giggled. "Not yet, babe. Didn't your date tell you? He expects a post-performance booty-call."
Damn him to hell. Still it gratified Clarissa, as the lounge doors parted and they slid inside, that the bastard wanted to fuck her. Her stage-performance would have him bursting out of his trousers. For all her anger she had a craving for cock greater than she could remember in her life. The doors closed behind them and she looked to the other entrance, the one where she and Gavin had originally entered. No sign yet. The room, aside from the replacement of Kong's frame with the bowl, was as she had left it. Ambient light and casually scattered soft-furnishings.
"He'll be here in a moment." Clementine nuzzled close. "Come on, babe, let's give him something nice to look at." Their mouths sealed and they kissed deep, tongues stroking lazily. It occurred to Clarissa that she'd have to share the bastard Gavin with her new female lover and jealousy stabbed even as her palm closed around the Clementine's full breast.
"Angels in a bath-tub. Now there's a sight for a sore cock."
Clarissa looked, glowering and needy, to the source of the hated voice. Her jaw fell. Gavin had not entered alone; his words had been to the young guy accompanying him.
"Fuck, you're not joking!" The newcomer was grinning broadly at the soaped-up duo. He was statuesque within his tux, almost Gavin's height. His dark hair was cropped short, hard-hewn jawline somehow familiar. He looked over Clarissa's sudsy body, excited yet restrained, however urgent the bulge in his trousers. "God, you look even hotter than in the society magazines. That was one hell of a performance. I'm so stiff I can hardly walk."
Clementine laughed, hands roaming over Clarissa's trembling flesh. "Well what are you waiting for, silly? Get that big stiffy in here and put it to use on your fantasy girl."
"You heard her, Josh," Gavin said. "She's your birthday present, so enjoy."
Birthday present? Clarissa stared at Gavin, anger surging. She'd been brought in here as a sex-gift for some random?albeit undeniably hot?boy? He was already ripping off his bow-tie, she saw, unfastening his shirt, a young man on a mission. She made to speak, but Gavin's cool expression stopped her. Tonight she was whatever he wanted her to be. Including a birthday whore for 'Josh'.
"Show him a good time," her boss instructed.
She swallowed every pissed-off instinct and looked to where the younger guy was shedding clothes. His torso and thighs, sculpted and waxed, sparked her recognition. Then when he pulled down his shorts and his erection sprung handsomely into view, she knew for sure.
"He looks different with short hair, doesn't he?" Clementine's voice was gleeful. "I provided the wig and waxed him all down for his big performance. I'm a beauty therapist by day. And Josh here so wanted to play the big bad ape."
"She ripped every hair from my body. It hurt like fuck. But it was worth it for the rush. Got me so fucking pumped." He stepped from the last of his clothes and brought his forged-iron self to the tub. His cock swayed thick and ridged. Clarissa felt a wash of relief; this was a dick she had already sucked of her own volition and it made things better. Made them all hot again, however infuriating.
Clementine reached for him as he arrived at the edge of the bath, wrapping her hand around the base of his cock. "Come on, Joshy, bring that beautiful boy here." She caressed the back of Clarissa's head, urging her to him. The society girl let herself be guided, opening wide as her tub-companion helped dock the vessel in its port. For the second time that evening her lips closed around Kong.
Such a big mouthful, only this time his hands were unbound and he put them to use. His fingers curled into a fist in her hair and drew her down onto his shaft, making her gobble up inches for the sucking. "Oh yeah. Fuck ..." She loved the rawness in his voice?that of a guy still new to sampling life's pleasures. Clasping his buttocks she took him deeper, slurped harder, not minding the fastness of his grip, the sense of him using her mouth for his gratification.
Beside her Clementine was scooping sudsy water from the tub, splashing it over his thighs and ass. She stood up and stepped out of the bowl so she could wrap herself around him side-on and massage his ribs with foam-thick tits. "You wash his cock and I'll see to the rest of him," she said, grinding her cunt into his thigh. "Give the birthday boy a good, good night."
Clarissa lathered his shaft with her tongue and he reacted by pulling her further down, stretching her wider. "Look at me." She stared up to witness his groaning pleasure. "Fuck," he said, "I love to watch a posh girl suck my cock. That's it, darling, keep it up." God, the horny bastard sounded like Gavin. She gripped him tight and lavished him with mouth and tongue, gazing at the rigid set of his face.
"She's sucking you nice, isn't she?" Clementine said, pressing her treasures close to him. His eyes blazed an affirmative. "And you're going to pay her pussy back. You're going to fuck it hard, aren't you, Joshy?"
"Oh yes." He grinned, both hands urging her as she sucked. "I need to pay her back for flogging me."
"You hear that, babe? He's going to give it to your sweet pussy so good."
"And that's a thoroughbred piece of ass, don't you know? So make sure you ride it well." Clarissa bristled at the mockery in the words and emptied her mouth of cock to glower at their speaker. Gavin was at Clementine's side, stripped to his swarthy skin. The society babe gasped to see him naked at last. Massive in more sense than one, yet not a spare ounce of flesh on his dark-haired body. A physique similar in brawn to that of Josh, yet like seasoned wood, as though his added years had only served to harden him. And a cock of erect magnificence surpassing even Kong's. It thrust before him, tribute to his arrogance.
God, the fucker loved himself, and in purely physical terms there was a whole lot to love.
"Oh god, come here beautiful ..." Clementine fell to her knees in cooing wonder. She cupped Gavin's balls and stroked his length, peppering the whole organic structure with sweet kisses and licks. It made Clarissa bridle with jealousy.
"This one knows how to worship a cock," Gavin told her. "What about you?"
Jesus! Fucker! She seized Josh's shaft and wanked him hard, guzzling on the head but eyeing Gavin as she did so.
"Keep your eyes on him," he instructed, as he drew Clementine's mouth to his cock. "Don't take any bullshit from her, Josh. Show her who's boss."
Josh seemed determined to take charge, no matter what distracted his girl. Exhibiting Kong-like prowess he hoisted her to her feet and whacked her on the flank.
"Ouch! Shit!"
He was amused by her glare. "Twenty-one today," he said, "and you're going to behave for me." Briskly he stepped into the tub and pulled her to him, his slab of a cock wedged between them as he kissed her hard on the mouth
. The move left her panting and wildly horny. So this boy, three years her junior, had balls to go with his big dick. He grabbed her arm as she stumbled in the suds and without warning shoved two fingers deep into her cunt. As he pumped vigorously in and out of her, she could hear her own squelch. Her knees buckled, so overpowering was the sensation. "God, you're fucking juicy. All good to go." He caught her body as she swayed, extracting his fingers and lowering her. "Hold onto the side of the bath. Get yourself ready." She obeyed, heart pounding and ass thrusting.
"Come on, Kong, fuck the princess well," Gavin said as he enjoyed Clementine's attentions. Her mouth was stretched tight about his imposing girth and she was sucking hard. His filthy voice rang in Clarissa's ears as the younger man manoeuvred behind her and fitted himself between her dripping labia. At least Josh knew a classy girl when he saw one. He knew what a privilege it was to mould his hands gently to her slim waist and ...
"Fuck!" Clarissa's body shook as King Kong drove his cock inside her to the last inch. Her pussy had scarcely absorbed the filling before he withdrew and slammed again, shuddering her to the tits. He embarked on a hearty barrage, gripping her ass-flesh to maximize the impact on each thrust of cock into cunt.
"That's it, Kong. Fill her up." Gavin was grinning his approval, mussing Clementine's hair as she bobbed. "Told you you'd be screwing her before the week was out. Is she worth the wait?"
"Fuck yes." Josh sustained his manful rhythm as they talked, his voice raw with excitement. "This is quality pussy. Doing her's even better than doing the damn show."
"Anything can be arranged at the Blue Nile. If you know the right people. And that includes ramming your cock up a society bitch."
"Thanks for arranging. She's one fucking sweet birthday gift."
"Good. She's damn-all use in the office, so I'm glad she makes a decent fuck-slut."
"That she does. God, I love it when a posh girl moans like a whore."
Clarissa's attempted protests were knocked out of her by his forceful cock-thrusts. She wanted to rail against the indignities being heaped on her, but there were considerations more urgent; like Josh's great ridged column sliding tight against her inner walls, the smack of his balls on her ass each time he buried himself, the pulse of her sex around him as excitement swelled. She wanted to hate the fucker on whose dick Clementine was slobbering, to say nothing of the way his bastardy infected Josh. But it all aroused her insanely. She was every ounce the slut they'd labelled her.
"There's no whore like a high-class whore," Gavin said, like he'd read her addled mind. "The nasty bitch loves every second. Go on, make her slum it."
Josh responded to the encouragement by landing a trio of hard smacks on Clarissa's still-wet ass. She yelped and glared back at him, but he only laughed, elated at his own daring. "Did it sting?" He whacked again on the same spot. "What about that one?" She wanted both to slap his face and frig herself silly. Only the latter option was available, so she took it, as he launched a further volley of strokes inside her.
"That's it, Josh. Give it to her hard enough, maybe you'll fuck that silver spoon out of her mouth."
Clementine drew back from Gavin, her chin and his cock a mess of dangling spit. "God, you're mean!" She was smiling, though, as she said it.
"Want me to be mean to you?"
Her smile broadened. "Mm-hmm. Bring it on."
He reached down under her arms and lifted her up like a puppet before Clarissa's astonished gaze, kissing her as she wrapped all her limbs about him. His hands he transferred to her ass, supporting and guiding her till the head of his cock nestled underneath her slit. The slight blonde looked to Clarissa, face alive with terrified 'what-have-I-got-myself-into' delight. She hung a moment longer, suspended above the great shaft; then Clarissa stared, full with cock herself, as Clementine's labia parted and her cunt swallowed up Gavin's pole inch by inch on a slow inexorable descent.
The performer's moan was of fearful ecstasy as she sank to his balls. He waited till she was cushioned there, then visibly bracing his thighs and back, he commenced to propel her up and down his shaft, her tits undulating bounteously before his gaze.
"Oh god! Oh fuck! Oh!" She was clinging tenaciously, crying out with manic fairground exhilaration. Inches of his cock were appearing and vanishing over and over at the base, as he bounced her on his column.
The sight seemed to reinvigorate Josh's efforts, for he claimed Clarissa by the shoulder and pulled her nearly upright, cock surging deeper. He reached around and grabbed her breast, squeezing and stretching, tugging insistently on her nipple, as he ploughed her to the intimate centre. A stream of muttered fuck-talk was issuing from his throat?"Fuck that pussy, shit yes, fuck that tight pussy"?while Gavin persisted in impaling his doll-like fuck toy in front of her. The whole effect was swelling her sex to what could only be a shattering orgasm.
"Clementine, I'm starting to like you," Gavin was saying.
"Oh god, I really fucking like you," the blonde panted as he rocked her on his great fulcrum.
"I've got a wedding to attend. Want to be my 'plus-one'?"
"What? Oh yes! I love weddings ..."
"I'd have taken Clarissa, but I need someone with real class."
Even in the heat of imminent climax the words got to Clarissa. "You complete, utter bastard ..." She seethed it through clenched teeth as she frigged herself.
"Maybe." His voice grated with sexual exertion. "But you still want me to fuck you."
"No I don't. King Kong's fucking me just fine."
"You want me reaming your cunt like I'm reaming Clem's right now."
"Screw you."
"You'd like that, but once Josh is done, maybe we'll dump your ass in the bath and make you watch us take turns with your bath-buddy."
"No. No I ..."
"Then tell me what you want."
"You asshole, I want you to fuck me!" Oh Jesus, I'm such a fucking slut!
She came, hard on Josh's cock. It was a protracted flesh-quivering climax; he gripped her shoulder and breast all through her wails, every thought in her head obliterated by whorish ecstasy. When it subsided she dangled limp in Josh's grasp, his weapon still plundering. Her eyelids were sagging shut and all she knew was that the evening's hot indignities were not yet done.
"Swap?" Gavin's voice cut through her haze.
"Yes. Sure"
Josh made a massive sucking retraction from her cunt, then Gavin was upon her, lifting her from the tub, hauling her dripping body across the room as she struggled to gain her footing. His upright cock slapped against her as they went and his sense of intent alarmed her.
"Careful what you wish for, princess." She was thrown flailing onto the satin-swathed mattress and figured instantly to what purpose it was so well-sprung. Her boss towered over her in nude magnificence and she wondered whether all his business acumen was centred in that huge phallic edifice?the one he was massaging as he looked down on her. "Spread." She hesitated and he took action. Reaching low he grabbed her ankles and wrenched her legs up and backwards. "Let's put all those yoga classes to good use."
"Oh my god! What are you doing?" She was astounded to find herself bent like a pretzel, her knees pressed far apart and level with her head on the mattress. Her swollen cunt was stretched wide, an upward-gaping invitation to the Herculean man above her.
"Call it a demonstration of who's boss," Gavin said, planting one foot on the mattress so he could pin back her leg with his knee. He steered his cock with his hand, till it aimed into her ready-fucked depths. "Watching this, Clarissa?"
"Uh-huh ..." How could she take her eyes from the mighty shaft about to plunder her?
Gavin's thrust was slow. She saw and felt the vertical plunge?that great steel pole diving inch by inch, all the fucking way, stretching her wide and filling her up with more cock than she had ever known. Burying itself right to the base. Kong had been a testing warm-up, but oh sweet Christ ...
She watched the slippery shaft emerge from her body as he extracted hi
mself almost entirely; then he slammed down again and she yelled out in full-throated response at the repeated cramming. It was the first in a long sequence of depth-charges, each retreat heralding a fearful surge back inside her. Her thighs cushioned his on each descent and the impacts jarred every inch of flesh in her body. Somewhere else in the room Clementine and Josh were bopping each other with loud enthusiasm, but the sound only filtered vaguely through her senses. Gavin McClain's dick had all her attention.
"Now, Clarissa, who's your employer?"
"Oh god ..." She could hear the pity in her own response as the downward-driving organ proceeded in its relentless work.
"Who employs you, Clarissa?"
"You do. You do."
"And who owns you, cunt and ass?"
"God, you do!" The bastard?his thick-veined monster ravished her over and over, all the power of his robust frame bearing down on her as he drilled to her core.
"Well you remember that on Monday. And every damn day you work for me."
"I will! Oh fuck, I will ..."
He pulled out even as she wailed, climbing up and dragging her by the hair onto her knees in one brutish movement. His cock swayed before her face, glistening with her juice. "Suck." She opened wide to accommodate the soaked head. Gavin grabbed and thrust. He was in her mouth and down her throat so fast she scarcely knew what was happening.
"That's it, girl, take it all." He held her gurgling on his shaft, lips pressed tight to his ball-sac. "And you remember something else," he told her. "You can go hunt out a job somewhere else as you like. But every day you work for me, your pretty ass is on call twenty-four seven. I'll fuck you when I feel the urge and I'll fuck you hard. And if your work's not up to scratch, I'll wreck your asshole as well as your cunt. Are we clear on this?"
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