Chapter 6
The Eurasian woman rose and went to the center niche. She knelt on the cushion and grasped the long organ dangling through the hole in front of her. Abruptly, she tugged back the foreskin and bared the sizable glans. The cock quickly attained impressive proportions. The complex knots of veins expanded below the taut skin, and the prick resembled a snake ready to strike.
Sheila was unnaturally aroused. Her temples broke out in a cold sweat and scalding heat simultaneously coursed through her cunt. The young Eurasian woman held up the big stiff prick and her pointed tongue gently brushed the firm, and rounded shaft.
The blonde next to Sheila groaned out loud. She got up and hurried to the first niche. She dropped to her knees and took the whole prick into her mouth with a grunt. She engulfed it as though starving, and bobbed her head to and fro impetuously. The man behind the wall thrust his hips further forward, striving to sink his shaft deeper into that avid throat.
A prick as red as the velvet walls occupied the third niche. It was pulsating strongly, and growing with each throb. Sheila got up and walked slowly to the niche. She had to touch the cock, feel it pulse between her fingers, and suck it into her greedy mouth. The call was irresistible. Nothing else existed except those fiery stems, those reddened roots that had to be pacified. The sight of the other two women sucking ravenously was hypnotic. The night surrounded the three of them, isolated them from the rest of the world, and she needed that anonymous cock. Her parted lips would soon close over the firm shaft, waiting for its violent discharge to be drunk drop by drop.
She knelt, seized the prick and began to stimulate it with her mouth. It twitched and slithered between her hands and lips with alarming strength. She closed her eyes and took it deeper, possessed by the frenzied desire to make it spend before the others. She wanted the cock in her mouth to be the first to die on her tongue. She sucked as hard as she could, and discovered that she had reserves of hitherto unsuspected strength.
The Eurasian's long black hair was flying everywhere as she bobbed her head frantically. She pulled back abruptly so the enormously distended prick could spurt in full view under the bluish light. She drew her tongue to a sharp point and tapped the tip hastily just below the glans. The cock pulsed and sprayed pearls in her face. It spattered her neat little nose and lips with liquid ivory. She pointed the shaft down and scattered the thick white droplets over her saffron-colored tits. She encircled it with her lips again and slaked her thirst with whatever remained to dribble forth.
Sheila lightly scratched the swollen root in her mouth and speeded up her mouthing. The cock twitched and a tide of rich male seed flooded her sucking mouth. It overflowed, trickled through her lips and down her chin to drop on her heart like acid. The rest of the warm fluid oozed down her throat and into the very depths of her. She had reached the bottom of the abyss by drinking the thick seed to the last drop.
The mysterious Nordic goddess offered Sheila an iced drink with a smile of both amusement and surprise. She stood in full view of the small audience and emptied the glass. Her nipples felt hard enough to snap right off and her pussy was saturated with juice. The light in the room changed to an exotic lilac radiance. Two stalwart men set a black velvet reclining chair in the middle of the room with the foot pointing toward the audience.
Sheila knew the nature of the next ritual. She was about to offer the treasure between her thighs to an unknown mouth. The culmination would be the cure for the capricious yearnings stirring deep in her pussy. She smiled at Nigel and lay full length on the chair. She eagerly awaited the mouth that would explore her steaming, wet orifice. She could almost feel the tongue on her blood-filled bud, like a lecherous snake nibbling the juicy button until a spasm of pleasure burst free.
The Eurasian woman stood at the head of the chair and leaned over. She put her face over Sheila's, upside-down, and extended her lithe tongue. Sheila licked it, and savored the musky residue of the essence the girl had just imbibed. She fondled the young woman's full, long-nippled tits. Her hands glided down the ivory-colored body as she crawled over the end of the chair. She clutched her hard little buttocks with one hand and put her other hand between her legs. Her fingers sank into the wet membranes, catching like little hooks inside the silken interior. The lips of the young woman's cunt contracted like a carnivorous flower. She shook and quivered in a spasm of fulfillment.
A sudden excitement coursed through Sheila like an electric current. A supple, forceful tongue was assailing her pussy. The organ parted her lips brusquely and dabbed at her erect clit. It worked its way into her like a crazed butterfly or a twisting, wiggling snake. She squirmed in the chair and moaned. She yanked the Eurasian's cunt down to her mouth to stifle her cry, preserving the unnatural silence. Her climax swirled inexorably around her inflamed ridge, then dashed into the depths of her womb like a tidal wave. She came violently into the gluttonous mouth lapping her up.
The blonde hostess took Sheila's hand and helped her up. She thought her extraordinary adventure was at an end, and felt a moment of regret. Then the hostess led her into another room, and her spirits brightened.
In the center of the room, spotlights concealed in the rafters illuminated a most unusual chair. It looked like a combination dentist chair and doctor's examination chair. Sheila's heart beat like a trip hammer. The audience came in from the other room, and the hostess nodded to the chair.
Sheila sat down. The angle of the seat thrust her crotch forward. She spread her legs wide, put her feet in the stirrups and felt the lips of her pussy open. The lewd pose excited her.
The blonde Nordic goddess set up a video camera and aimed it directly at Sheila's crotch. Nigel stepped out of the darkness and studied her carefully. She knew the audience could hear every beat of her thudding heart. Her legs trembled. Her thighs and crotch were bathed in a cold sweat.
"Excellent," Nigel said loudly. "I knew you were going to be superb, darling." He pressed a button on the arm of the chair and a large screen rolled down several feet in front of her. "You can vary the quality of the picture to suit yourself. To see yourself in detail, as you have never seen yourself before."
Her lower body was clearly visible to her and the audience in a stupendous, obscene close-up. Her pussy looked like a delicate pink sculpture, a living flower pulsing with awareness. Her slit looked like a shallow mauve fissure between her thighs, a living flower pulsing with emotion. The pursed star in the cleft of her buttocks seemed to wink at her.
"Magnificent," a woman in the audience said quietly.
"Yes, indeed," Nigel agreed. "Her cunt is so tender, glowing, velvety. The pearly pink color is charming. And look at the bountiful flow of juice."
The stares she knew were directed at the very depths of her carnal spirit acted as the most subtle, most seductive caress. Her narcissism cherished them. Her scandalous posture provoked an almost painful excitement. The sexual emotion she felt expanded to encompass the audience.
Nigel turned his head and addressed the audience. "This breathtaking young lady is truly a wholehearted exhibitionist, an ideal partner in our pleasure. Her desire to display herself and delight us is unequivocal."
Sheila had not previously admitted it to herself, but she knew Nigel spoke the truth. As she sat there with her pussy-her cunt-fully exposed, she wondered how many women in the audience were envious of her and wanted to take her place.
Nigel opened his pants and exposed his semi-erect cock. He stroked it slowly as he turned back to Sheila and started licking her pussy. His tongue scoured her slit only a few seconds before her head seemed to explode. She wailed with pleasure and thrust her crotch at him. She reached the peak of her fervor, and he penetrated her. His thrusts drove her back into the chair. He went faster and faster, and she wailed louder and louder. He stopped abruptly, and even through the sensual fog clouding her mind, she knew there was something unusual about his cock. He started hunching, and she felt his prick throbbing strongly as he pumped his seed into her. She gasped and melted into an extraordinary orgasm.
He withdrew and turned to the blonde hostess. She painstakingly licked every inch of his cock. He readjusted his clothing and stepped aside.
Sheila sat up and looked at the screen as the recording of her debauchment replayed in slow motion. Nigel pulled out his prick, and she saw what she had felt earlier. His cock was about six inches long and of normal girth. The colossal red bulb on the end of the shaft looked like a small apple.
She watched herself bite her lower lips as the enormous head slowly penetrated her. The patient, powerful movements of her scandalous possession mesmerized her. She fingered her clit, synchronizing the timing, and cumming as Nigel's bizarre organ spurted into her agitated flesh.
The screen went blank, and she fell back in the chair. She sat up when she felt a tongue scouring her cunt again, and saw the blonde Nordic goddess on her knees in front of her. She came again, and the spotlights went off.
She heard the audience scuffling as they left the room. Nigel's voice startled her.
"Would you like to accompany me to the dungeon, my dear? A large German Valkyrie presides over the festivities. Her canes are very limber, and she is an expert in their use."
"No, thanks," Sheila replied. "You are right about me being an exhibitionist. But I am not into S&M."
"Too bad," he said. "My driver will take you back to your hotel. Shall we meet tomorrow, about ten? I will take you to the usual tourist sights and some charming antique shops. Is that satisfactory?"
"Sure. You go ahead and enjoy yourself."
The blonde Nordic goddess brought Sheila's dress and helped her put it on. Then she led her back to the front door and kissed her on the cheek.
"Thank you, darling," the hostess said softly. "You were magnificent. I hope you will come back again."
"Probably not," Sheila replied. "I will be in London only a couple more days."
"Oh, that is too bad," the hostess said, clearly disappointed. "Perhaps you and I could get together before you leave?"
"Thank you, but I'm not really into girls. What I did tonight was spontaneous. I couldn't do it under other circumstances."
The hostess kissed Sheila again, on the mouth this time. "If you change your mind, Nigel knows how to contact me."
Sheila spent two days with Nigel, sightseeing and, with his expert advice, buying carefully selected antiques. She waited for him to suggest an evening of revelry, just the two of them in the privacy of her hotel room. She wanted a closer look at, and a leisure ride on, his uncommon cock. He acted as if her visit to his special club never happened. She surmised that he had no interest in her under ordinary circumstances.
She checked the schedule and caught a flight to Casablanca without pushing the issue.