Six More

by James Crow

  I had to admit, crazy as she’d been acting today, I was a tad excited. Maybe she’d bought me a fancy new saddle. That was all I could think of as I headed to the yard.

  I couldn’t have been more wrong. Although I got the saddle part right.

  ‘Ta-daa!’ Suki said, arms outstretched over the two bicycles standing either side of her.

  ‘Yours is the blue one,’ she said. The other was red.

  ‘And this,’ she said, handing me a boutique bag.

  Inside was a chequered mini-skirt – schoolgirl style, along with a pair of sunglasses.

  I noticed she was wearing the same skirt and had the same sunglasses on her head.

  ‘And this,’ she said, handing me a basket filled with bottles of – sunscreen, factor 50.

  ‘What the hell?’ I said but couldn’t help smiling at her grinning sunburnt face. ‘You’ve had too much sun,’ I told her.

  Her smile dropped. ‘You no like birthday gifts?’

  ‘Bicycles? Schoolgirl skirts?’

  ‘We get fit,’ she said. ‘Let’s go ride.’

  ‘Okay, thank you,’ I said, making a move for the blue bike.

  ‘Ah-ah, put on skirt,’ she said.

  I humoured her with a sigh, whipped off my shorts and pulled on the skirt, donned my new sunglasses and, with a wobbly effort, followed Suki out of the yard.

  How many years since I’d ridden a bike? I must have been a teen. But I soon got the hang of it again and wearing the miniskirt was weirdly liberating. We’d completed two laps of the mansion in no time.

  ‘Better than the gym,’ Suki said.

  I didn’t know about that but I thanked her anyway.

  ‘Happy birthday,’ she threw her arms around me and squeezed me tight.

  I reminded her my birthday was the week after next.

  ‘I know,’ she said, ‘but we need to practice.’ And off she went skipping away.

  I had the feeling Jonathon had something to do with this.

  I waited until bedtime, until he was fresh from the shower and dripping wet.

  I leaned against the ensuite doorframe, watching as he towelled his hair, my beautiful hunk of a man. Those abs. Those dragon tats aflame across his beautifully shaped V. And that gorgeous cock that always seemed to be at half-mast.

  ‘I can smell your cunt,’ he said, his words enough to make me feel my own wetness. ‘Are you showering?’

  ‘Not until you’ve fucked my brains out,’ I said, peeling back my robe and letting it drop to the floor.

  ‘And how would my darling wife like it this time? A whipping on the cross for starters? A good spanking, over my knee?’

  ‘Come get,’ I said and moved away into the bedroom.

  When he emerged from the bathroom, I was sitting on the edge of the bed with my legs spread, touching myself, slowly rubbing at my clit.

  He raised an eyebrow, threw the towel he was holding to land on a chair. ‘No whipping?’

  ‘No.’

  ‘No spanking?’ He stepped up to me.

  ‘No. I want you on top, so I can look you in the eye.’

  He dropped to his knees, held my thighs open, and all I could do was fall back on the bed as he licked me there. Licked me and grazed me with his teeth until my clit was hard in his mouth. He sucked me in, slid three fingers into me and one up the ass.

  My hands were in his damp hair, my hips rising, begging for more. He came up for air, rising to his feet, his fingers still fucking me as he leaned over me, his hard cock pressing against my thigh.

  ‘That’s nice,’ I said. ‘But I want your cock.’

  ‘Impatient tonight?’

  ‘After today, yes, I’m gagging for it,’ I told him.

  ‘You’re always gagging for it,’ he said, pulling his fingers from me and raising my legs.

  ‘Just the tip?’ he said with a smile and my pussy twitched as his cock opened me up, just the tip, and I did what I loved to do, what I was good at, I clenched around him, clenched as hard as I could. His eyes closed and his cock twitched in response.

  ‘Look at me when you fuck me,’ I said.

  ‘Yes, ma’am,’ he said and eased in a bit further.

  ‘Fuck me slow,’ I said. ‘Nice and slow. I want to feel you.’

  He did as I asked, pushed all the way in, nice and slow. All the way out, nice and slow.

  ‘That’s so good,’ I said, ‘keep going.’

  He kept going, nice and slow, and I kept on clenching, nice and tight.

  ‘Suki’s been acting strange,’ I said as he sunk into me.

  ‘Strange how?’ he asked on the withdraw.

  ‘I sent her to prep the set – the loveseat – for tomorrow’s shoot, but she didn’t do it.’

  ‘No?’ He fucked me fast, just for a few seconds, enough to make the sparks fly, then, slow again, nice and slow.

  ‘She fucked Denny instead. Got bad sunburn and had sixteen orgasms.’

  He laughed. ‘Good for her.’

  ‘Said she was feeling horny.’

  ‘Must be the heatwave,’ he said, pushing my knees to my chest and sinking real deep.

  A long sigh escaped me and I clenched him again. ‘That’s not all,’ I said. ‘She gave me the strangest birthday presents.’

  ‘Yeah? What did she give you?’ He fucked me fast again, just a few strokes, then back to slow. In and out real slow and I felt the stirring inside, the heat, the sizzling heat.

  ‘A schoolgirl miniskirt.’

  ‘Nice.’

  ‘Sunblock – factor 50.’

  ‘Good gifts,’ he said, pulling all the way out, just the tip inside me.

  I clenched at him. ‘And a bike.’

  He paused. ‘A bike?’

  ‘Yeah, a bicycle. A blue one.’

  I saw something then. A hesitation. A flicker in his eyes.

  ‘Do you know something I don’t?’ I asked.

  He shrugged. ‘Strange gift,’ he said.

  ‘She also bought herself one. And sunglasses. And the same miniskirt.’

  ‘Really?’

  ‘Really. She had us cycling around the grounds, said we needed to practice.’

  ‘That is strange,’ he said, sinking his cock into me and picking up the pace. ‘Did you have fun?’

  ‘I suppose.’

  ‘Then it was a good gift.’

  ‘Did you have anything to do with it?’

  And there it was again, that flicker in his eyes.

  ‘You know something, don’t you?’

  ‘Maybe I do,’ he said, ‘but I would never give away secrets.’

  ‘Tell me.’

  ‘No.’

  I knew he wouldn’t.

  ‘Pretty please?’

  ‘Never,’ he said.

  I pouted.

  But I couldn’t pout for long. Not when he twisted my legs together and threw both over one shoulder.

  ‘Fuck,’ I said as he pushed his cock deep. ‘That’s tight.’ And it was tight. He knew I loved this position. Knew how much it burned me. Knew how much I could yell and scream the O’s out when he fucked me fast.

  And he did. Hard and fast and the burn was sublime, sending me over the edge in no time. He kept on going. Held my legs together with one hand and smacked my ass with the other as he fucked me fast and I was soon yelling out as orgasm number two ripped through me.

  I lost count as well as my mind, my body floating in a pool of juices.

  ‘My turn,’ he said, flipping me onto my front and lifting my ass to meet him.

  ‘Pussy juice best lube ever,’ he said – Suki’s famous words as he pushed his cock into my ass.

  Jonathon

  I couldn’t get mad with Suki, after all she hadn’t really revealed anything, but I could so easily get mad with Fiona as the plane dipped and bobbed – along with my stomach – before straightening up again.

  ‘This is your captain speaking, just a wee bit of turbulence. Please keep your seatbelts on.’

  Of course I
knew it was the bloody captain; I could see him up front, the plane was that small. Although I could barely hear him over the noise of the propellers. Propellers that I could see whizzing around as the plane dipped once again.

  ‘Thank God it’s a short flight,’ said the woman sitting across from me.

  There were only six passengers. One of those was the woman’s young daughter who was clinging to her mother and sobbing. She looked white as a sheet.

  I tried closing my eyes to it all, soon opening them again at the sound of a stomach emptying. The youngster was hurling chunks into the aisle. I’d be booking a different flight back, for sure.

  Once we’d landed, I headed straight for the airport bar and knocked back a steadying scotch, noticing then the splatters of puke on my brogues. Lord help me, I cleaned up in the toilets before heading to the car rental desk.

  ‘Mr Gold, your car awaits in lot 7,’ the young man said, handing me the keys.

  I could scarcely believe what awaited me in lot 7 – a tiny Fiat Punto – in lime green. In my mind’s eye, I saw Fiona, laughing her tits off at my expense.

  I considered getting a taxi instead, but what the hell, I opened up the pukey little car and squeezed behind the wheel.

  As it turned out, the small car proved to be perfect for navigating the narrow roads as I followed the satnav’s directions to Boreass Barn.

  Two wrong turns and some twenty minutes later, I pulled up outside the place; set well back from the road, almost hidden from view, an enormous converted barn with outbuildings and a garden loaded with flowers and apple trees.

  The woman who met me at the door was not what I was expecting. A cute little blonde, around my age. Straight, shoulder-length blonde hair and with a cheeky smile. She was wearing a flowery sundress and strappy sandals, and clearly she wasn’t wearing a bra.

  ‘Mr Gold,’ she said, ‘I’m Michelle… Mich to my friends.’ She looked me up and down. ‘Caran is waiting for you, if you’d like to come with me.’

  After shaking hands, Mich led me around to the rear of the barn, and there, in the middle of a vast open field, was the fortress itself. We started up the track leading to huge black gates.

  ‘I’m Caran’s chauffeur and pilot,’ she said, ‘and when I’m not flying or driving, I make the meanest cocktails.’

  ‘Pilot?’ I queried.

  ‘Birdy’s parked up around the back. My faithful chopper. If you decide to book a stay, I can pick you up at your home and drop you back off there.’

  ‘That sounds good to me,’ I said. Better than a plane ran by elastic bands and a pukey green midget car.

  ‘You’ll get one of these,’ Mich said, pulling a remote-control fob from her dress pocket. ‘So you can come and go as you please.’

  We stopped just short of the gates. She handed me the remote before pulling her dress off over her head and standing before me naked – nice tits, and a smooth pussy.

  ‘House rules,’ she said, hesitating, staring at my shirt, but just for a moment. I guessed she was hoping I’d strip down too.

  ‘If you’d like to do the honours,’ she said.

  I pressed the remote and the gates swung inwards.

  The central feature was the heart-shaped pool I’d seen on the website. And there was the lady herself, Caran, in a black bikini, laid back on a lounger, drink in hand. Long blonde curls and an infectious smile. A much younger guy, wearing shorts, was sitting by her side.

  ‘Mr Gold, it’s a pleasure to finally meet the man I’ve heard so much about.’ She rose to her feet and we shook hands.

  ‘Let me give you a quick tour, then lunch will be served. This is Chrissy,’ she said. The younger guy, unshaven and with a mess of dark hair, shook my hand and grinned like he was stoned. ‘Chrissy keeps me sane and serviced,’ she said on a laugh. ‘Oh, and he makes decent brownies.’

  I took my jacket off, the sun beating down in the immense courtyard was incredibly hot.

  ‘It’s quite the suntrap,’ Caran said, ‘feel free to get naked, Jonathon.’

  I decided against stripping off, even though the pool looked tempting.

  ‘As you can see,’ Caran said, ‘all the buildings are three-storey. The two buildings in the corner you will notice have no windows. Those are staff quarters, their windows look out only onto the moor outside the grounds, thereby enabling absolute privacy for guests. Now, let’s start with the guest apartments.’

  We left Chris and Mich by the pool and headed for the guest apartments, passing an open garage where two naked girls – a brunette and a redhead – were polishing a Suzuki jeep.

  ‘All vehicles are at our guests’ disposal,’ Caran said, ‘blanket insurance arranged upon booking.’

  There were two jeeps, a small motorhome, a silver Mercedes, a brand-new pickup truck, six trail bikes, three Kawasaki road bikes and a racing-car green Mini Cooper.

  ‘Impressive,’ I said.

  The guest apartments were truly stunning. Open-plan, complete with kitchen and jacuzzi baths. And balconies that looked out onto the moor.

  ‘We have aircon throughout. A blessing when the weather’s like it is,’ Caran said.

  ‘Impressive,’ I said again.

  “The BDSM House” said the sign above the door. Three storeys of torture equipment, including a wet room and showers.

  “Hollywood House” contained a costume and makeup department, along with a number of themed rooms – everything from Arabic harem settings to a unicorn forest.

  There was a huge gym, a squash court, a badminton court, an indoor bar decked out with poles on podiums; a gambling den with poker table, blackjack table, and some good old-fashioned slot machines.

  Back outside in the courtyard, Caran led me to a huge copper gong. She picked up the big mallet and gave it a bang. Seconds later the door to the windowless building opened and a bevy of naked beauties came trotting out – including half a dozen naked men.

  ‘We have a staff of sixteen at your beck and call,’ Caran explained as they all lined up before me. ‘All of our staff are highly skilled in the sack. They are tested every month, and you will have an unlimited supply of condoms. If you’d rather not have naked men prancing around, that’s fine, they’ll stay at the barn with me while you’re here. And I must say, I really don’t mind that at all.’

  She clapped her hands and the staff disappeared back inside.

  Next up were the kitchens. ‘Our chefs will cater for anything you could wish for, including room service available 24/7. Oh, and one last thing to show you.’

  Caran waved Mich over and took us into a small room at the side of the open garage, and there were the bikes I’d seen online. Six of them. On the wall, a glass cabinet contained a variety of dildos, all sealed in bags.

  ‘Be assured, Jonathon, that all equipment is new and sealed for our guests’ safety. Michelle will demonstrate.’

  My dick twitched at those very words. By the time Mich had selected a dildo and fitted it to the saddle of one of the bikes, I had a hard on. She wheeled the bike into the courtyard and made sure she had her back to me as she hitched a leg over and guided the dildo into her smooth snatch.

  ‘Our female guests can’t get enough of them,’ Caran said as Mich pedalled away, the dildo doing its job. ‘And some of our male guests do like to try them out. Would you like to try one, Jonathon?’

  I declined her offer, but I knew I wanted to book this place. It was like a giant funhouse for perverts, and it would suit my insatiable wife down to the ground. Not to mention myself.

  ‘Let’s talk money,’ I said.

  Lunch was served by the pool – crab legs, lobster tails, oysters, and sizzling garlic prawns, washed down with cocktails made by Mich.

  By the time we were done, Caran had noted down a whole host of special requests. It seemed she could deliver anything I asked for.

  ‘I love your imagination,’ she said, totting up the figures. ‘A one-week stay for three with all amenities available, female staff only, and your s
pecial requests, will be one million and one hundred thousand. However, Mr Gold, I know what you have done for my good friend Fiona, how generous you have been, so, for this your first time, it’s on me. No charge.’

  ‘That’s very generous of you,’ I said, ‘but I can’t accept that. This is to be a birthday gift for my wife. If I don’t pay for it, then it’s not really a gift, if you get my meaning.’

  ‘Hmm,’ she looked me up and down, ‘we’ll do a deal then. Half price. How’s that sound?’

  ‘Deal,’ I said and we shook on it.

  Back outside in the field, Mich put her dress back on and walked me to my car.

  ‘Thanks for the demonstration,’ I said, ‘it was quite the… eye-opener.’

  I saw the glint in her eye, the flush of her cheeks. ‘I like nothing better than making our guests hard,’ she said, running her tongue along her bottom lip. ‘I look forward to having you,’ she added, offering her hand.

  Emma

  I decided to go for a dawn start for the loveseat shoot. The misty rose garden, along with a few crows calling from the tall trees, made for the ideal setting as a sobbing Angel Sammy was dragged into shot by Angel Eduardo.

  Eduardo was a muscle man of epic proportions. He’d flogged Sammy on numerous occasions and knew just how to hit the right spot.

  Once again, Suki had behaved weirdly. With Sammy standing on the loveseat, arms shackled high to the wing-shaped back piece, her caramel skin striped red and blue from her flogging, I’d kneeled on the seat, camera up close as Eduardo stepped up to fuck her, his thick cock and Sammy’s generous pussy lips looked amazing, so hot, but what was odd – was Suki. I noticed her in the background, holding one of the light reflectors with one hand, her other hand up her skirt – she was rubbing herself like crazy.

  She suggested, once I’d called it a wrap, that we should add a scene. She wanted to eat Sammy’s pussy while Eduardo fucked her from behind. ‘I will look so tiny between those two. Our viewers will like it a lot,’ she’d said.

  I humoured her, gave her what she wanted, and I had to admit, seeing Suki’s head trapped between Sammy’s thick thighs, and the huge figure of Eduardo gripping Suki’s ass as he fucked her, did look amazing. I decided to add it to the film, which delighted Suki, of course.