Six More

by James Crow

  ‘That was fucking crazy,’ he said, ‘next time I want your ass.’

  ‘Do it now,’ I said, ‘right here.’ At that very moment a car went by.

  He took me around to the side of the bike and I bent over it, facing the road. My skirt was lifted, my ass cheeks parted, and he spat in my hole, tongued me there and I moaned for him, not a fucking care as another car went by.

  Not a fucking care as his cock pushed into me. I gritted my teeth and hissed it out as he pushed deep. Held on to the seat as he fucked me quick, his balls slapping off my still buzzing pussy.

  ‘So fucking nice,’ he said twitching his dick inside me.

  ‘Ditto that,’ I said, and I heard another car coming, my heart racing as he fucked me – my heart almost stopping as the blue and yellow car went by, POLICE in big letters on the side.

  His thrusts were frantic and the pain was hot and so fucking horny as he came. He pulled free, shoved his cock away and grabbed me in his arms, kissing me hard just as the sound of a car pulling in had me shaking like a leaf.

  I kept my eyes squeezed shut and my lips locked with Jonathon’s. His hands were in my hair. I pulled him close, heart thumping as car doors opened and closed.

  ‘Sir? Madam?’

  Jonathon broke the kiss. I kept tight to his chest, turned my head to look at them. Two females in high-vis vests. One dark-haired. One blonde. Both good-lookers. They could have been in fancy dress if it wasn’t for the radios crackling on the breast packs and the cop car.

  ‘Officers,’ Jonathon said, ‘another lovely day.’

  ‘Is everything all right here?’ the dark-haired one asked.

  I gave them a smile and a nod, despite the cum dribbling down my leg.

  ‘Just stopped for a rest,’ Jonathon said.

  ‘That’s a nice wee bike you have there,’ the blonde one said. I noted the Scottish accent. ‘But this is a passing place, sir, not a parking space. You need to move along now.’

  ‘Of course. I’m sorry. We’ll be on our way.’ Jonathon bent to retrieve our helmets from the ground, and we took our time putting them on as the cops returned to their car.

  ‘I think they knew,’ I said, still trembling as the car moved off.

  Jonathon got more wipes and cleaned my dribbling ass. ‘I think they were jealous,’ he said.

  ‘Yeah well, let’s get out of here.’

  ‘Back to the fortress?’ he asked.

  ‘Ice cream,’ I said, ‘I need to cool down.’

  With a sore ass and a melting pussy, I sat on the back and cuddled into my man all the way to the coast. We sat on a bench and had ice creams and donuts.

  ‘Imagine if they’d come closer,’ I said, ‘saw all those wipes on the ground and your cum dribbling from my ass. We could have been arrested.’

  Jonathon laughed. ‘I think they knew. But fuck it was hot.’

  ‘You just liked their uniforms,’ I said, feeling at the bulge in his shorts. ‘You’re worse than me, Mr Gold.’

  He looked at his watch. ‘It’s gone six,’ he said, ‘we should be getting back for the show.’

  Jonathon

  I took it easy all the way back. Goldilocks was a dream to ride, as was my amazing wife. It had been a close call with the cops, but I promised myself to get Emma a cop’s uniform. My dick was twitching just thinking about it.

  We delivered the Honda back to Chris at Boreass Barn before walking hand in hand up to the fortress and we were met by quite the sight as we entered the courtyard.

  Orange and red bunting was strewn from building to building. There was an old-fashioned organ on wheels, the kind with a wind-up handle. A walkway platform had been installed across the pool from left to right and from front to back to form a cross shape, and high above the platform was what at first glance looked like a tightrope attached to metal posts at either side, but the thing was solid metal, and it had three chains with handholds hanging from it along with a pulley system.

  And, at the far end of the pool, stood a huge ornamental screen, the kind you might get changed behind. I imagined there’d be a few performers popping out from behind there.

  Caran looked striking as she came to greet us. Her long blonde curls were tied back and she was wearing a stars and stripes bikini and a flowing lemon-coloured wrap that was so light it floated on the air behind her as she walked.

  ‘Judging by the smiles, I take it you had fun?’ she asked.

  ‘It was perfect, thank you,’ I said.

  ‘Excellent,’ she said. ‘If you’d like to get yourselves ready, we’ll be serving up some sexy nibbles soon.’

  After a much-needed cooling shower, Emma decided on her red bikini and I went for my black swimming trunks. It was a beautiful balmy evening, the sun low in the sky, casting shadows across the courtyard. Spotlights had been erected in all corners, and the speaker system was playing soothing classical music.

  We joined Caran and Chris by the pool. No loungers this time, just chairs around a table where champagne was waiting.

  ‘Where’s Suki?’ Emma asked.

  ‘Here she is,’ Caran said, ‘she’s been tied up with Crimson for most of the afternoon.’

  Suki came running over, camera in hand and a grin on her face, but most amazingly of all, her dark hair had been dyed bright green. Add to that a bright green bikini and bright green nails, she looked like a little Martian.

  ‘Had great day,’ she said, sitting down next to Emma, wiggling her nails and flicking her hair. ‘Miss Crimson so nice to me. She dye my hair, paint my nail, give me amazing massage all over, and, I put my leg up inside her, all the way to my knee.’ She patted her knee.

  ‘Bloody hell,’ Emma said.

  ‘And I film it,’ she held up the camera.

  ‘Can’t wait to see that,’ I said, my dick twitching at the thought.

  ‘Ah, here’s our nibbles,’ Caran said.

  A naked Mich arrived carrying a huge round platter of oysters. Her smile, I noticed, was all for me. I wondered if I’d get to fuck her little snatch again.

  ‘Thanks,’ I said as she placed a pile of napkins in front of me.

  ‘They’re so juicy, I hope you enjoy,’ she said before walking away.

  I couldn’t not watch her little ass go.

  ‘We’ve been lucky with the weather,’ Caran said. ‘So often we have to entertain in the themed rooms when it’s pissing down or cold. I do love the sunshine.’

  We had been lucky with the heatwave, and I told her so. ‘It feels like we’re abroad,’ I said tipping an oyster down my throat.

  ‘I do like it hot,’ Emma said, swallowing her second oyster. ‘And these are to die for.’

  ‘Chrissy loves them,’ Caran said, ‘they give you the horn, don’t they, darling?’

  ‘I’ve always got the horn,’ Chris said, cracking open another oyster.

  After the oysters, we were served more treats. Mich brought us plates of mini Cornish pasties. Her bare thigh touched against mine as she placed the plates on the table.

  ‘I made them myself,’ she said, her bare ass hovering close to my face as she made the plates just so.

  I was tempted to smack it, and maybe it was the oysters, and the champagne, but I did. I smacked her ass and she giggled. ‘No carrots?’ I asked.

  ‘Oh yes,’ she said, ‘diced up small inside. Special carrots.’ And with a wink she sashayed off.

  ‘She’s a dirty one,’ Emma said.

  ‘All my girls are,’ Caran said, ‘it’s a requisite for working here. And I’m glad to see your lovely husband is, too.’

  She was looking at my tight trunks. I had the makings of a hard on already.

  Emma

  ‘What’s the show about?’ I asked, changing the subject. I helped myself to a little pasty and took a bite. It tasted delicious, sweet and savoury at the same time. I wondered if the sweetness had anything to do with Michelle, but what the hell it tasted good.

  ‘You will have heard of a famous travelling circus, well,
three of their girls were thrown out for, shall we say, lewd behaviour. It was a no brainer to snap them up. So now we have our very own Cirque du érotique. Their loss, my gain.’

  I wondered which of the girls they could be, I mean they were all capable of lewd behaviour. Caran must have read my mind.

  ‘You haven’t met them yet,’ she said, ‘they just got back from London this morning. I hire them out for private parties. They’re in great demand.’

  As she said that, a dark-haired beauty arrived. I remembered her – Darlene – wispy blonde hair between her legs. She was the one who’d pissed on her lemon cake. She eyed me like she wanted to eat me, running her tongue along her lips as she placed the platter on the table. It was stacked high with brownies.

  ‘A party wouldn’t be complete without Chrissy’s sweet little bites,’ Caran said.

  ‘Tuck in,’ Chris said.

  ‘Why the hell not,’ I said, grabbing myself a slice. The champagne was making me warm and fuzzy, the oysters hornier than ever, I may as well be high as a kite, too.

  ‘Fucking delicious,’ Jonathon said, helping himself.

  Suki asked if our bike ride went to plan. We told her it went well. Jonathon joked that next time he wanted a hip cam to wear, which I thought was actually a good idea. And we laughed about the close call with the cops as we finished off the oysters and nibbled on the pasties and brownies. Caran ordered more champagne and the gong was banged – the show was about to start.

  Jonathon

  The classical music could no longer be heard as the whine of the helicopter starting up grew louder until we saw it rising slowly above the roof of the staff buildings. There was a long rope ladder dangling from it, and a girl hanging off the end of it, holding on with only one hand. We couldn’t see much of her at this point, only that she seemed to be wearing a bright purple basque.

  ‘Cooool,’ Suki said, standing up to film the action.

  The chopper moved slowly over the courtyard until it was directly above the pool, and the girl hung there, so high.

  ‘That looks dangerous,’ Emma said over the noise of the chopper.

  ‘Very,’ Caran shouted, ‘but she’s never fallen yet.’

  Suki screamed and we all jumped to our feet as the girl fell, stopping just short of the tightrope bar above the pool. She was holding on to an almost invisible rope.

  She was wearing a bright purple basque – but nothing else, and she gave us a glorious view of her smooth pussy as her legs spread and she twirled slowly downwards, coming to rest on the tightrope bar. She let go of the rope, threw it to one side, and the chopper lifted up and away.

  The girl did cartwheels along the bar, first one way then the other, before dropping to the platform below. She strutted up the central walkway towards us and took a bow.

  ‘Meet Jocelyn,’ Caran said, ‘our very own Miss Whiplash.’

  What a beauty she was. A stunning Latina with a complexion that almost appeared golden under the spotlights. She had long dark hair in a braid down one side, the other side shaved. And a bright white smile. We were all applauding her amazing entrance, and I don’t mean her pussy, which looked good enough to eat. And she had some tits on her, so big they were almost escaping from her purple basque.

  With a flick of her braided hair, she flung herself backwards and backflipped all the way across the walkway to the screen at the rear of the pool before disappearing behind it.

  ‘Impressive,’ Emma said.

  I couldn’t have agreed more and hoped there might be some audience participation to come.

  The chopper reappeared, rising above the staff buildings.

  ‘Wow,’ Suki said getting back to her feet to film.

  Two girls this time, both hanging from the rope ladder by one hand – one redhead and one brunette, both were wearing basques and nothing else. The chopper lowered and the girls fell on almost invisible ropes, performing the same vertical splits that the first girl had. What a sight it was.

  Applause went up all around as the girls dropped gracefully to the tightrope bar before swinging down to the platform.

  The redhead, her basque a pale blue, had enormous tits. She backflipped all the way up to our table and took a bow.

  ‘Meet Chantel,’ Caran said.

  The girl gave a cheeky wink and stood to one side as the second girl, the brunette in a red basque, backflipped her way to the table. She took a bow, this cutie with a button nose and a big smile.

  ‘And this is Kirsty,’ Caran said, she has circus blood in her veins.

  The girls ran off down the walkway, two peachy white asses. Christ, I was definitely hard now.

  ‘Perhaps we should move the table before you knock it over,’ Caran said, eyeing my bulging swimming trunks.

  ‘Dirty boy,’ Emma said, groping my hard on.

  Caran snapped her fingers, two girls appeared and carried the table away just as Mich appeared, totally naked, of course. She took up position at the organ and began turning the handle. Quaint circus tunes started playing as the spotlights swirled over the central platform and Jocelyn came running out from behind the screen brandishing a whip in one hand and a little velvet bag in the other.

  Kirsty and Chantel stood on the platform, facing each other and, much to my cock’s delight, they pulled down the front of their basques and their generous tits spilled out.

  ‘Oh no,’ Emma said, ‘this could hurt.’

  Jocelyn’s velvet bag contained clothes pegs. Of course it did. She held a few of them up in her hand, showing her appreciative audience. And then I really did appreciate it as she sucked first on Kirsty’s nipples and then Chantel’s, before attaching the pegs.

  ‘She’s gonna whip them off,’ Emma said. ‘I hope she doesn’t miss.’

  ‘I hope she does,’ Suki said, giggling.

  Jocelyn backed up, cracking that whip, and the two girls faced each other, hands behind backs, chests held high. What a glorious sight it was. I was up on my feet, champagne in hand, wincing for those girls as Jocelyn raised her arm.

  The whip cracked and the redhead’s pegs went flying – both at once. Impressive stuff.

  The brunette braced herself, eyes closed, tits held high, and the whip cracked, such a glorious sound, and so was the scream from Kirsty. She danced backwards, the pegs still on her tits, a bright red whip mark across the white flesh of her tits.

  ‘Oh dear,’ Caran said.

  ‘Hold still!’ Jocelyn shouted and the whip cracked again, this time both pegs went flying.

  Applause all round as the three girls took a bow.

  When Jocelyn came running up towards us, my heart was hammering.

  ‘A volunteer?’ she said, coming to a stop before us. She held her hand out to Emma.

  Emma

  Shit!

  I didn’t like to say it as she pulled me to my feet, but what if she missed?

  ‘Don’t be nervous,’ she said as she took me to the walkway. ‘That miss was all part of the act.’

  ‘Okay,’ I said, trying not to show that I was literally trembling.

  ‘Peg her,’ she said and the two girls, Kirsty and Chantel, stepped on up to me and pulled my bikini top down.

  I closed my eyes to it as they dipped their heads, two mouths, one on each tit, sucking my nipples to hardness. It’s a strange feeling, being both terrified and turned on at the same time. They sucked so hard before letting my nipples go, and then they stretched them with their fingers before clamping on the pegs.

  ‘Head up and chest out,’ Jocelyn said, tapping the curled whip under my chin.

  I did as I was told, head up, chest out, hands behind my back. I was so scared even my tits were shaking.

  I glanced to Jonathon. He looked – worried.

  ‘On three,’ Jocelyn said.

  I couldn’t look, closed my eyes and braced myself as she counted down.

  ‘…two …one.’

  The crack was loud and so was my scream as the pegs were torn away. I even think I peed a l
ittle, such was the shock of it. Cheers went up from Jonathon and the rest of them.

  ‘Thank fuck,’ I said as Kirsty took my hand.

  ‘We’re not finished with you yet,’ she said.

  Jonathon

  My heart was in my mouth, I’m sure. Chris handed me more champagne.

  ‘You’re a lucky guy,’ he said.

  ‘You think?’

  ‘Yeah,’ he said, ‘I know what happens next.’

  ‘Mr Gold!’ came the shout from Jocelyn and the whip cracked. She was beckoning me up.

  I threw back the champagne, handed Chris the glass, and headed on up there, Suki tottering along with me, camera in hand.

  ‘Sir,’ Miss Whiplash said, ‘could you please confirm that these are real,’ she tapped the whip off Chantel’s tits – tits that were huge and fleshy. I stepped up to the girl and gave those tits a squeeze.

  ‘Perfectly real,’ I said as the redhead giggled.

  ‘And these,’ she tapped the whip off Kirsty’s tits.

  Not quite as big as Chantel’s but a decent handful. I squeezed the brunette’s tits and she sighed for me. ‘All real,’ I said.

  ‘And these,’ Jocelyn pulled at the front of her basque and her golden tits spilled free, dark nipples so big and proud. I weighed them in my hands, squeezed at them.

  ‘Yes,’ I said, ‘all real.’

  ‘Thank you, sir,’ she said, ‘please stay where you are. Stand up nice and straight for me, and…’ she stepped right up to me, touched the curled whip to the bulge in my trunks, ‘we’ll soon have this monster entertained.’

  I wasn’t used to being told what to do. It took all my restraint not to push her to her knees and fuck those very fuckable lips. Her smile told me she knew that.

  ‘Yes, ma’am,’ I said.

  And then I watched on in dick-hardening amazement. Thin ropes were brought out. Chantel’s tits were triple-wrapped until they were pink, and so were Kirsty’s.

  Jocelyn brought ropes to me. ‘Do me, sir,’ she said.

  I quickly obliged, wrapping the ropes around her tits and tying them tight.