Chapter 14
Have a look at these three photos, Max: quite amusing, aren't they? The man's John Carson. he's dead now, poor chap. The girl's Julie, one of my top performers. a very genuine person she was. tall, dark, slim, and strikingly pretty, though it's only in this second photo that you can see her face. Let me tell you what happened on that particular evening.
John was comfortably off (though nowhere near as rich as his millionaire cousins), and used to come and visit us regularly a couple of times a month, He'd just picked up a couple of thousand dollars on the winner of the Preakness, and was understandably in a very happy mood when he came in that evening. The first thing he did was order a magnum of champagne, and invite me for a drink: and then he chose Julie from my 'available list', and she came in and joined us. He stripped her off and started sipping champagne out of her navel, and it was tickling her so that she broke into a fit of the giggles, and we were all gay and happy and getting slightly drunk on the champagne. John announced proudly that he was feeling mighty randy, and was going to give Julie a working-over she'd remember: and he asked me, quite openly, to take some action photos. "In years to come", he said with mock gravity, "eminent professors are going to write text-books around the photographs that you will take tonight!" So I put a collour-pack in one of our still cameras: John went off to draw a few items from the equipment store: and we all met up a few minutes later in Julie's room.
"Once in each pretty orifice!," he announced gaily: and he set about preparing the willing Julie for her first penetration, which was to be a fuck, he said. First, he strapped stout leather cuffs about her slim wrists and ankles: then he placed her kneeling widespread on her bed, her front towards us, and her knees about eighteen inches from the edge. Then he laid a spreader-bar across her ankles, and clipped two leather anklets to it so that her pretty feet were immobilized a good yard apart. Julie evinced no alarm at this ominous beginning. John chose her frequently, and she knew that he liked to see his girls in bondage, but stopped well short of torture. So she made suitable 'helpless maiden' noises, to excite him, and went along willingly with his simulation of brutality.
He put his hands on her shoulders, and pushed her back and down, until her rounded arse was resting on the spreader. Then he pulled her shoulders forward, and pressed them down till they lay squarely at the edge of the bed, so that her pretty head hung over the edge. As her shoulders came down, so her arse of course came up, bending more and more tightly as her body bunched up, until at the end she was displaying herself in utter widespread openness, with her arsehole staring half-open and impudent from the bottom of her widely-parted crack, and below it her pretty crimson cunt yawning open in a smile of welcome, as if inviting penetration by some impatient prick. Quickly, John seized her wrists and drew her arms beneath her body and back out between her parted legs: there were two clicks; and now pretty Julie found herself with her wristlets attached firmly to the centre of the spreader-bar, so that the lovely naked body was immobilized in the shamelessly revealing position that left her cunt and arsehole completely vulnerable to her captor's every whim.
John hastily divested himself of his clothing, revealing himself to be in a fine upstanding condition, and well prepared to prove him manhood in Julie's pretty body. Then he produced the second piece of equipment he had brought from our store: a long, stiff, brightly-coloured parrot's feather. Poor Julie was to be tickled, strapped out as she was on the spreader-bar which made it quite impossible for her to defend herself in any way! A gasp of horror broke from her lips as John, prick throbbing with lust against his stomach, bent down and held the feather in front of her eyes: then she was babbling incoherently, pleading for mercy, her hands and feet straining against their cuffs in a futile effort to escape. much to John's delight, of course: and he was laughing gaily as he swung himself onto the bed and took post behind her quivering, parted thighs. His hand came up: and the point of the feather touched very gently against her open cunt.
Julie cried out aloud at the maddening sensation, and a violent quivering spasm shook her naked body: I could see her muscles contracting, as she strove vainly to break free. but the spreader-bar was impossible to get away from, and all her frantic tugging and wriggling came to naught. The more she cried and heaved, the greater was the pleasure she was affording John, who. deaf to her cries and incoherent pleadings. continued to tickle her cunt, sometimes up and down the slit, sometimes just inside. He grinned as he saw the lips begin to swell and redden as Julie's sexual excitement was aroused: and soon her throbbing clitoris began to stiffen visibly. John continued to torture her in this delicious fashion, though for a while he abandoned the palpitating cunt in favour of the insides of the slim smooth thighs: and a few moments later his attention turned to the trim brown arsehole. As Julie tugged frantically at her bonds and shrieked out in ecstasy, her cunning tormentor introduced the stiff tip of the feather just inside the partly-opened hole, and twirled it gently back and forth, till I thought Julie would have a seizure, the way she was carrying on!
He turned his attention back to the pretty cunt, now red and swollen in preparation for the coming orgasm, and swimming in the juices that Julie was secreting in ever-increasing volume. For a while, he tickled the pouting cunt-lips scientifically, till the poor girl was once more babbling incoherently for mercy. a plea which he answered with a laugh, and a long, thorough massage of her clitoris that set her eyes rolling in her head. Then he pushed the feather gently into her open pulsing vagina, till the tip was buried more than two inches deep within her cunt: then he twirled it slowly between thumb and forefinger, so that the sensitive walls of her vagina were tickled beyond all bearing.
With a strangled shriek, Julie burst into a monster orgasm that had her pretty body shuddering and jerking in its bonds: and I thought for a moment that she had fainted under the intensity of her spend, which was driving her juices out of her madly-working cunt in a steady stream that glistened as it trickled down her twitching thighs. John leant forward with a satisfied smile as the delicious orgasm drew to a close, and planted a friendly kiss on the half-open arsehole, so that Julie gave a great jerk within her bonds. With a sigh of regret, John laid the feather aside. somewhat bedraggled now, after its sojourn in the moist cunt of the pretty victim. and shuffled forward on his knees between the parted thighs: obviously, the time had come to make good the first part of his boast that he would have her 'once in each pretty orifice'. Julie's quim was so well lubricated with the juices of her recent feather-induced spend that he had no difficulty in penetrating her: and she cooed with pleasure as the big firm prick slid slowly into her willing body until John's lower belly came to rest against her pink-flushed and perspiring buttocks. The feel of the big cock lodged firmly in her cunt renewed her sexual excitement, and within a few minutes she was moving her loins from side to side, and thrusting back against John's invading tool as far as the spreader-bar would allow her. But her lover was in no hurry to assuage her. He withdrew himself slightly from her body. just far enough to afford access to his two hands: one positioned itself above his prick, so that a probing forefinger could find its way inside the slippery rubber ring of her arsehole. the intrusion drawing a great cry of lust from the tormented girl. The intrusion drawing a great cry of lust from the tormented girl. The other hand went lower down, between her parted thighs: and Julie squealed with pleasure as she felt a firm finger settle on her swollen throbbing clitoris.
And so he took her, for the first time of the evening in her cunt. bound, helpless, all sticky from her previous spend, and shuddering with ecstasy as the big prick reamed back and forth within her twitching quim, and the two fingers played havoc with her clitoris and arsehole. They came almost simultaneously, in a long-drawn-out, satisfying orgasm that had both man and girl sobbing and groaning in their pleasure. Finally, John released her from her bonds and kissed her tenderly on the lips: then they lay quietly for a while in each other's arms, recovering from the exhaustion of their spend.