Chapter 12
VANDA HAD AN INFECTIOUS GAIETY THAT soon made their spirits soar. Driving from club to club, drinking reached whenever they sat down, they quickly reached the point when it became imperative to relax. It seemed entirely right to ask her back to the hotel, and Connie seized the opportunity of doing so when she and Vanda were in the ladies' cloakroom.
When they rejoined Clem, who was half asleep in a comfortable armchair, Connie began to feel strangely guilty. Somehow it didn't seem fair to treat him so badly after he'd been so good, especially as he was the one who had approached Vanda originally.
She began to think ... If she tied him up and deliberately teased him with an exhibitionistic performance by herself and Vanda, there was no reason why he shouldn't enjoy it.
"This is the place," Clem announced.
There was a basket of fruit on the table in the alcove and tastefully arranged flowers in the vase next to it.
Connie strode over to him in a business-like manner.
"Clem," she said, looking at him. "We have got to do something about you."
"I was wondering when you were going to start," he said with a pleased smile.
He was sitting on the bed eating a grape. Twisting her hand viciously in his hair and grabbing a handful, she forced his head back until he was obliged to fall back on the bed. He didn't protest, but bore the whole operation with mute stoicism, already beginning to enjoy the indignity of being ordered about.
"Raise your legs!" she said sharply.
She quickly tied his ankles together. "Now put your hands behind your back and roll over."
Burying his face in the pink eiderdown, he deliberately let the feeling of helplessness swamp over him.
Vanda caught hold of the loose end and held it tightly as Connie made one more turn around his wrists.
Over his prostrate form the two women looked at each other, both knew that the final knot was tied and that they would be completely free to express the desire they felt for each other.
Clem lay helpless, reveling in the sensation, loving every moment of it.
Vanda broke the silence by standing up and opening the zip of her skirt, exposing her silk-clad hips. Her face showed no trace of emotion as she stepped out of it.
Connie raised her hips off the chair and slid her own skirt over her knees. Her fingers fumbled nervously with her suspenders and her hands shook as she rolled her stockings down.
Vanda, impassive as ever, was removing her black bra. Her dark nippled breasts hardly moved as she bent down to remove her shoes; they were hard and firm.
Two warm hands were laid on Connie's shoulders and the light above ceased to shine into her eyes as Vanda lowered her lips toward hers.
It was so sudden that the whole action became a blur of shadows and delicate touches. The urge to touch and probe grew stronger as the pressure increased and she began caressing the fine limbs that had become entwined with hers; touching and pressing the firm flesh.
Something similar had happened to Vanda. She herself was carried away in a delicious sweep of tenderness. This was something special, a surprise that she could fully explore, knowing that the path was aching to be discovered.
Vanda stood up and pointed to the unoccupied bed. Dumbly Connie walked to it, unable to say anything. She lay down and moved over as Vanda lay beside her. Her vulva swelled, moist and waiting ... waiting for the searching fingers that were gently sliding over her buttocks. She heard herself moan, surprised that the kiss had made her feel so passionate.
Clem lay helplessly watching them ... and enjoying it. The room was silent except for his own harsh breathing and the moist lapping sounds that came from the bed next to him.
Through the thick clouds of desire that filled her eyes, Connie could see the moist lips of Vanda's vulva and further away the wrinkled button of her anus. The clitoris at her tongue tip seemed to twitch as she sucked it. Intuitively she lingered there, knowing that this was the spot that was causing the shudders that wracked the svelte body next to her.
Time began to drag for Clem and he found himself beginning to wish that he hadn't consented to being tied up. In an agony of suspense, he watched the two women suddenly convulse as a powerful orgasm shot through them
He complained loudly, his swollen penis aching with desire, wrists sore where the tight cords cut into the flesh. In desperation, he finally lapsed into silence, trying to glean some solace from the sounds of the two writhing women; their gasping moans, soft cries and ecstatic groans muffled in the sweet-soft pubic hair.
Finally, their pleasure temporarily abated, Connie reluctantly rose from the relaxing Vanda to answer his call. She untied him, the pulsing length of his penis passing excitingly through her fingers and palms as, with a few deft caresses, she brought him soaring to a roaring climax. His seed spurted, splattering her silken thighs and belly.
She sponged herself in the bathroom and then threw herself on Vanda and they clung together in a new frenzy of lust, hands seeking to comfort, limbs entwined in embrace, mouth avidly partaking of the delicately flavored pleasure offered.
Clem sat on the floor, free now to indulge in his kink. Eyes above the level of the bed, he watched the women's twitching buttocks and dewy, open organs between widely-spread thighs.
Connie quivered deliciously as she felt Vanda's fingers pay their finest tribute to her elongated clitoris. With a swift movement, Vanda lowered her head and sank her mouth into a cesspool of joy, unable to stall off any longer the erupting ecstasy that warmly flooded her own organ; unable to hold back the triumphant cry of a woman reaching the apex of pleasure.
Connie felt Vanda pressing on her; felt the meshing of limbs become an unbearable delight, as moist, silky flesh slithered over her joy-pricked skin; her fingers were bathed in a generous flow of juices from Vanda's hot, swollen cunt.
Suddenly, she stiffened, head thrown back, hips thrusting forward in anticipation. With a yell, she collapsed across the already satiated Vanda; quivering, she fell into an orgiastic stupor, caught in a whirlpool of shattering sensation.
Quickly, hardly knowing what she was doing, Vanda, as the powerful orgasm washed over her, turned Connie on to her stomach, spread her soft buttocks and then straddled her back. Then, as she jerked her hips, working her vulva against the smooth skin of Connie's back, she stabbed stiff fingers into her lax anus, reaming around inside the tight passage.
Even though his orgasm had abated, Clem was in transports at the delicious sight. This was the life! This was for him! Connie could give him what he wanted, and, with the penchant she had for her own sex as well as for men, what delightful and varied exhibitions she could put on for him as a piece de resistance to her usual indulgence of his masochistic urges.