Six More

by James Crow

  ‘Come now, let me make it easy for you. What is the thing that excites her the most, gives her the biggest thrill? Thrill being the operative word.’

  I smiled at that, remembering seeing Emma so excited, so wound up after… ‘Exhibitionism,’ I said, ‘she got the biggest thrill when I took her out into the village, dared her to flash. Dared her to… well, all manner of things.’

  ‘I know what she did,’ Fiona said, ‘my darling niece does like to confide in her old aunt. She’s a filthy one, just like me. Imagine taking Emma to this place, Jonathon.’ She clicked on an icon and an image came up of a woman who didn’t look dissimilar to Fiona. She was sitting back on an old bench, a green mini dress, long blonde curls and a cheeky smile.

  ‘That’s Caran. She can provide you with the holiday of a lifetime.’

  ‘For a million quid?’

  ‘Oh, that’s just the starting price. I’ve spoken to my dear friend. She suggests you pop down and visit, have a look around, tell her your requirements and she’ll set it all up.’

  ‘You want me to pop down to Cornwall?’

  ‘It’s a forty-five-minute flight. A twenty-minute drive from the airport. Imagine the scope for filmmaking there, Jonathon. A whole new world of exhibitionism to explore. Caran will arrange anything you desire.’

  ‘How come I’ve never seen this place before now?’

  ‘The website can’t be found by anyone, Jonathon. It’s members only.’

  ‘You’re a member?’

  ‘God yes. I’ve been a few times, as a guest you understand. I couldn’t afford to pay a million, but Caran does like to treat me.’

  ‘Right. And what did Caran arrange for you?’

  Fiona sighed, touched a hand to my thigh. ‘Last time, I had a whole harem of burly fishermen at my disposal. Eight of them. I’d never had so much beautiful cock, Jonathon. We did it everywhere and every which way, and then retired to the safety of the little fort where they attended to me with massages and fed me oysters and spider crab.’

  ‘Right,’ I said again.

  ‘Imagine it,’ Fiona said, ‘imagine the film you could make. Suki could join you. Emma would love that.’

  I looked at the image of the smiling Caran.

  ‘Tell me what you’re thinking,’ Fiona said.

  ‘One million quid – starting price – for a week in this country. I don’t know. I was imagining a month in Barbados or Hawaii or something, and at a fraction of the cost.’

  ‘I don’t think you’re quite getting the point,’ Fiona said. ‘Take a boring break in Hawaii if you wish, or splash the cash and let Miss Whiplash herself deliver you unto Hades. Emma will love you for it. Look at this…’ She clicked on another icon, this one had a bicycle symbol.

  ‘Christ,’ I said when the video opened up. Three girls, in short skirts, each standing by a bicycle. The seat of each bike had a dildo attached. Each girl lifted the bike by its saddle so the back wheel was off the ground. When the pedals were turned, the dildos went up and down.

  ‘Christ on a bike, you should have said,’ Fiona laughed as the girls hitched their asses onto the dildos, settled onto the seats, and rode off.

  ‘And this,’ she clicked another icon, this one featuring a corn on the cob.

  The same trio of girls appeared, all naked. And this time, a big muscular guy. The big gates to the ‘fort’ swung open and the girls ran into the cornfield beyond. The guy waited until they’d disappeared into the corn before giving chase. The next shot wasn’t what I expected to see. The guy was strapped to a cross like a scarecrow in the middle of the field. The girls were whipping him with corn stalks.

  ‘And what about this one. I’ve tried this one myself.’

  The video started up with a door opening – a huge wet room. A kneeling redhead. Six guys feeding her dick. Six guys coming on her face.

  ‘Honestly, Jonathon. The sky’s the limit. Emma will love it. Take Suki along and, between the three of you, you can make your own personal film. Plus, I’ve got my own idea for a special birthday gift for Emma, if you will allow it, of course.’ She handed me a business card with Caran’s details. ‘Caran has agreed to see you tomorrow.’

  ‘Tomorrow?’

  ‘Yes. I’ve checked your diary. You’ve got nothing on.’

  This was true. No clients tomorrow.

  ‘So, what have you got to lose?’

  ‘A million quid?’

  ‘You’re such the cynic. Here,’ she handed me an envelope.

  ‘What’s this?’

  ‘Your flight’s booked for 10 a.m. Your rental car will be waiting for you. All on me.’

  I supposed I had nothing to lose. It would be intriguing to see the place. When Fiona went on to explain her idea for a special gift for Emma, an idea that would cost her sixty grand and would mean a team of builders busy at the mansion for the week we were away, I couldn’t really refuse.

  ‘I like your idea,’ I told her.

  ‘So you’ll pay Caran a visit?’

  I looked at the business card, then at the girl onscreen with her face dripping with cum.

  ‘She can organise anything I want?’

  ‘Anything, as long as you’ve got the money to pay, which, let’s face it, a million is a drop in the ocean for you. You’ve nothing to lose, and you will make Emma a very happy bunny. Shall I give Caran a call and tell her to expect you?’

  Emma

  We always took turns ordering lunch. My turn today. Angel Harry served up toasted crab sandwiches with crisps and chilled bottles of Bishops Finger.

  ‘I do like crab,’ Jonathon said, taking a bite.

  We were in a shady spot in the conservatory; it was way too hot to sit outside.

  ‘Me too. I just had a fancy for it.’

  ‘And the Bishops Finger?’ Jonathon raised an eyebrow. ‘Barry’s not here, is he?’

  I laughed at that. Barry was a regular, had his own Golden Room where he liked to receive angel showers. Barry said that drinking Bishops Finger made the pee really tasty. I shuddered at the thought, but I did like the beer.

  ‘Barry’s on holiday in California,’ I reminded him, ‘Apparently, he has a lady friend there with similar golden tastes to his own. She’s a bit of a beer connoisseur. God only knows what ideas he’ll come back with.’

  ‘Ah yes, I remember,’ Jonathon said. ‘Patty, he said her name was. I told him he should bring her here for a golden treat. How did the filming go by the way?’

  ‘Extremely well,’ I told him, ‘Annabelle’s started on the initial edits and I’ll fine tune this afternoon, should have it uploaded by this evening. Film number sixty, no less.’

  ‘Wow, that’s a lot of films,’ Jonathon said, crunching into his sandwich.

  ‘And a lot of cash,’ I said, pleased that I could contribute to the coffers, even though I knew we didn’t really need it.

  Jonathon nodded, took a swig of his beer. ‘I’m proud of you, what you’ve achieved.’

  ‘Thanks,’ I said, ‘tomorrow we’re doing the loveseat again – viewer suggestions – Angel Sammy has agreed to take a thrashing, and I’ve lined up Angel Denny to take her ass for the finale.’

  Angel Denny has a medical condition preventing him from coming. He can get hard, and he can fuck like a jackhammer, hence his nickname Denny the Drill. ‘Sammy will be an orgasmic mess, for sure.’

  ‘The angels do seem to enjoy their newfound fame,’ Jonathon said. ‘By the way,’ he added, ‘I won’t be around tomorrow.’

  ‘Oh?’

  He stuffed the last of his sandwich into his mouth.

  ‘Where will you be?’

  ‘Birthday shopping,’ he said after he’d swallowed it down.

  ‘I told you I didn’t want anything, just a nice meal out somewhere.’

  ‘And that’s where I’m going. A friend of mine suggested someplace nice, so I’m going to check it out.’

  ‘Which friend?’

  He tapped his nose.

  ‘So you won’
t be here for our lunchtime fuck?’

  ‘’Fraid not. But we’ll make up for it when I get back.’

  ‘How about I go with you?’ I asked.

  He shook his head no. ‘Wouldn’t be much of a birthday surprise then, would it?’

  I took a bite of my sandwich. A swig of my beer. ‘Fuck me now,’ I said, slamming the bottle down on the table.

  ‘You’re huffing?’ He smirked at me.

  ‘I’ll miss you, that’s all.’

  ‘Or you’ll miss my cock?’

  ‘That as well.’

  ‘Come to me,’ he said.

  And just like always my pussy was sizzling at his words. Sizzling so bad I felt like a rocket taking off as I rose to my feet. I was at his side in seconds, his hand up my skirt. His fingers tugging my panties aside.

  ‘You’re fucking soaked,’ he said.

  ‘For you, sir.’

  ‘Remove your clothes.’

  ‘Yes, sir.’ I did as I was told, my beautiful man never ceasing to thrill me.

  ‘On your knees.’

  I dropped to my knees, pulled down his zipper and freed up his cock.

  ‘Tell me what you desire.’

  I gave it a squeeze, sucked on the end. Sucked hard. Sucked him in and felt him growing in my mouth. I ran my tongue around it, pulled away and licked at the hole. ‘A good hard fucking, sir.’

  ‘Over the table,’ he said.

  I was up and over that table super quick, spreading my legs for him, moaning like a slut as he parted my ass cheeks and flicked his tongue over my asshole. Moaned some more when he pushed his tongue inside.

  ‘Oh, God, Jonathon. I need you to fuck me.’

  I guessed his need was great too as he pulled on my hair and sunk his cock into me, all the way deep, nice and fucking deep, skin against skin. I clenched around him, making him tug on my hair all the more.

  He let go, his hands finding my tits, where he squeezed me tight and fucked me. Held me there, bent over the table, and pummelled my pussy so good. Fucked me like he really fucking meant it. Fucked me nonstop until I was coming and so was he.

  He staggered back, gasping for breath as I slid to the floor, my legs numb, his cum dribbling onto my thighs.

  ‘Thank you, sir,’ I said, ‘I fucking love you.’

  ‘I love you too, wife.’ He took my hands and pulled me to my feet, hugged me into a kiss. I really did feel like the luckiest girl alive.

  Jonathon

  After lunch, I holed up in my office researching. First, I scoured every page on Boreass Barn’s website. It really did seem like an impressive setup. I couldn’t have done it better myself.

  I also checked out what Penzance had to offer. The town itself was situated just ten miles from Land’s End and claimed to have more eating places, per resident, than New York City. Arts, culture, museums, over thirty pubs to choose from and, the surrounding moors were vast, crisscrossed with bridleways. I could just see Emma riding one of those dildo bikes out in the open spaces. The thought made my dick smile.

  Of course, as Fiona suggested, it would be a good idea to take Suki along. Suki, our little Japanese sex bomb. Not only was she officially Emma’s PA, she was, without any doubt, her closest friend. They’d been through a lot together and the love between them was as real as love gets. Trust – that was it. When you had so much trust in someone that you could share everything, and I mean everything. I’d watched them fucking each other. Emma had watched me fucking Suki. Hell, we’d all fucked together many times over. Suki was a little star, and she was doing so well here since that day we’d rescued her and her cousin.

  I decided that, if this crazy holiday idea was to happen, I would seek Suki’s opinion first. I suppose I should have known what her reaction would be.

  It warmed my heart, it really did, to see her dancing around my office.

  ‘I never had holiday before,’ she said, clapping her hands. ‘It look amazing, Mr Gold.’

  ‘Nothing is confirmed,’ I told her. ‘I’m flying down there tomorrow to check it out.’

  ‘Miss Emma will love it,’ she said.

  I explained that it was to be a secret. ‘Emma must know nothing. If it goes ahead, it will be a complete surprise.’

  ‘I can keep secret,’ she said, grinning at me.

  I went on to explain the idea of making the best film ever, that we’d get up to all sorts of filthiness.

  She sat down next to me, staring at the image on the monitor, the dildo bikes.

  ‘Put your tongue away,’ I said.

  She snapped her mouth shut.

  ‘So you think it would make a good birthday surprise?’ I asked her.

  The little darling sighed, put her hands to her heart. ‘Emma so lucky,’ she said, ‘and me, too, Mr Gold. It just perfect. And we will make best film ever.’

  Her cheeks were flushed. And I could smell her. The scent of sex. Dirty little Suki was turned on by the idea.

  ‘Not a word to Emma,’ I reminded her.

  ‘Cross my heart,’ she said, crossing herself. ‘Oh, Mr Gold, thank you. You make Suki happy all time.’

  ‘Good, now that I have your buy in, I’ll visit this barn tomorrow, and I’ll let you know how I get on.’

  ‘Just book it,’ she said, ‘it beautiful. We have great fun.’

  I had no doubt we would, still, I had a flight booked, a rental car and a free day.

  ‘I need to see the place first, make sure it’s right for us. I want it to be perfect, for the three of us.’

  ‘Oh, Mr Gold,’ she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek, jumping back quickly with a blushing face. ‘Sorry, Mr Gold. I so excited.’

  ‘Just keep it zipped,’ I said.

  She pulled an imaginary zipper across her lips. ‘We have secret,’ she said, looking rather proud.

  ‘Go now,’ I said, ‘before Emma wonders where you’ve got to.’

  Emma

  I was in the editing suite checking through what Annabelle had done so far.

  ‘You’re really good at this,’ I told her. She really was, reducing the shot time when alternating was key to maximising effect. ‘You make my job so easy.’

  ‘Thanks,’ she said, ‘I really like doing it.’

  Annabelle had earned herself a degree in graphic design. Her night work as a club dancer had caught Jonathon’s eye, and she’d jumped at the chance of joining the team.

  She watched on as I cut and spliced and added faders here and there. We worked at it for two hours, perfecting and fine tuning until we had the perfect ten-minute film: Angel Maria – the Round Room.

  I realised that Suki was late. She’d volunteered to go prepare the set for tomorrow’s shoot. The set being the love seat in the rose garden.

  The love seat was a normal looking garden bench but with huge wooden angel wings on the back of it. Each wing had a small heart-shaped hole through which chains and shackles were fed. The user could be shackled in and fucked in many ways. It was a favourite of mine and Jonathon’s; we’d fucked there many times.

  All Suki had to do was make sure the bench was cleaned down and any weeds around it were pulled up. She should have been back by now. I left Annabelle to get on with uploading the video and went to check on Suki.

  Heading across the lawn with the sun beating down on me, I was leaking with sweat in no time. I had the awful feeling that Suki had overdone it, collapsed with the heat. I quickened my pace until I was running, sliding to a halt when I entered the rose garden.

  I heard her cries before I saw her. Or should I say – them. Suki was kneeling on the seat, wrists high in the chains, ass in the air. Angel Denny was a blur as he fucked her.

  Then came the high-pitched scream I knew so well – a Suki orgasm.

  ‘Again, again,’ she yelled, and Denny obliged, flesh smacking against flesh.

  I approached slowly. Denny saw me and pulled away from her.

  ‘Don’t stop!’ Suki shouted, turning her head. That’s when she s
potted me.

  ‘Oh,’ she said.

  ‘Suki, what in the ever-loving fuck,’ I said once we’d released her shackles and she was standing before me. ‘You know how you burn in the sun. Look at you!’

  She had pink tits, pink ass, and was a really hot pink over her back.

  ‘Sorry,’ she said, her bottom lip trembling.

  ‘Sorry,’ Denny said, his dick still hard.

  ‘You should know better,’ I told him.

  ‘Not Denny fault,’ Suki said, ‘I ask him to.’

  ‘If I asked you to jump under a bus, would you?’

  ‘Miss Emma, I told him I had to practice for tomorrow. I ask Denny to help.’

  ‘But you’re not even in the film. I sent you to pull up the weeds, which you haven’t done,’ I said, looking around at all the dandelions.

  ‘Sorry,’ she said again, ‘I was just so… horny.’

  ‘She came sixteen times,’ Denny said with a grin on his face.

  I sent them both to the spa, told them to cool down in the plunge pool. I also rang nurse Barnett. Asked her to attend with whatever creams were needed to stop their skin from blistering. Then I pulled up the weeds myself.

  Two hours later, after cleaning the set and cooling off in the shower, I went looking for Suki. And once again she was nowhere to be found. I tried ringing her mobile.

  She picked up on the first ring. ‘Hello, Miss Emma!’ She sounded excited.

  ‘Where are you? We were supposed to be hitting the gym, remember?’

  Silence.

  ‘Suki?’

  A sigh. ‘Sorry, Miss Emma. I forgot.’

  This wasn’t like Suki at all. She never forgot. I guessed she’d had too much sun. ‘Okay, not to worry. Shall we hit the gym now?’

  Silence.

  ‘Suki?’

  ‘I can’t, Miss Emma. I’m… I’m in the village.’

  ‘In the village? Why? How? Who with?’

  ‘Angel Marty drive me. I be back soon.’

  I asked her what she was doing in the village.

  ‘It’s a surprise, Miss Emma. For your birthday. I be back soon.’

  She hung up.

  If I thought that wasn’t strange enough, you could have knocked me down with a flogger when she called me back half an hour later, asking me to meet her at the stables.