A Strict Seduction (14 page)

‘I knew you'd turn out to be an accommodating girl after all,' he informed me calmly. He stroked a hand down the length of my back and then the other up the inside of my thigh. I sighed as he rubbed and caressed my body, his powerful hands moulding my body, exploring every inch of me. When his fingers grazed against my pussy lips I felt the pleasure explode inside me. He parted my bottom cheeks gently and caressed my pussy lips from behind, taking the wetness and then touching it to my rear hole. I sighed and, almost against my will, I lifted myself higher, opening myself completely to his explorations.

‘This is to remind you to always be good,' he warned.

I screamed with the sudden impact of pain. I turned and looked back over my shoulder and saw him raise his hand again. He swept it down in a wide arc that finished explosively on my bottom. I began to struggle and Amanda held me in place, pressing down on my shoulders as he beat me again and again. Soon I was lost in the rhythm of the punishment, the heat of correction mingling with the heat of my desire. My sobs of pain were sucked into Amanda's lips as she kissed me hard, pressing her mouth to mine, pushing her tongue between my lips.

Soon I could not tell where the pain ended and the pleasure began. I was lifting myself into each stroke, offering up by backside so he could punish me harder. My sobs of pain and complaint were now sighs of compliance. He spanked me across both bottom cheeks and across the top of my thighs. I knew my skin was marked a deep scarlet, that his hands were imprinted on my flesh, and yet I wanted more.

Amanda lay back on the ground and opened her thighs to me. Jack eased me from his knees and I knelt down between her long, smooth legs. I looked back at Jack, and he nodded his assent. I put my lips to Amanda's pussy and pressed my tongue into her groove, working her juices onto my tongue so I could swallow them greedily. She moaned audibly, her pleasure spurring me on.

In a moment Jack was on his knees behind me and I felt his cock press against my sex. Despite the smarting pain on my bottom and across my pussy lips I was completely wet. I moved into place and felt his cock slide deftly into me. He filled me completely with his hardness, going deep into my cunt and making me tremble with pleasure. He took me by the waist and began to fuck me hard, his long strokes filling my pussy, going back and forth and stoking up the pleasure burning inside me.

Amanda turned over onto her tummy and offered me her behind. I parted her buttocks and began to lick her dark, anal opening, delighting in the forbidden pleasure. My fingers pressed into her pussy, fucking her with the same joyous rhythm that Jack was fucking me with.

Amanda climaxed first, her cry of pleasure echoing across the pool and out into the sunshine. Moments later I cried out and fell forward as Jack thrust into me. He tensed and then spurted his come deep into my sex, making me climax at the same time. I lay there for a while, and then Amanda roused me and took me back to the house.

I dozed for a while, drifting in and out of sleep. Later Jack came into the room and sat on the bed. We spoke for a while and then, without any protest from me, he took me forcefully in the mouth. I sat on hands and knees and sucked his hard cock, eager to take every inch of it and then swallowing his seed with a thrill of pleasure.

Finally, just before Todd arrived back, Amanda and I made love again. Slowly this time, enjoying every second of it. I knew then that I was in love with her, and that I would be there for her and Jack whenever they wanted me.

When we had finished, and Amanda had made me look presentable again, we walked back downstairs to find Jack and Todd deep in conversation.

Todd was beaming, a look of pure satisfaction on his face. He walked over and kissed me on the cheek. ‘I hear you've had a good day,' he reported excitedly.

‘Yes,' I said, suddenly feeling sick with guilt.

‘I'd say that you and Elaine have obviously got a good future with us,' Jack told him.

Amanda smiled. She put her arms on my shoulders and kissed me on the back of the neck. ‘We knew you would,' she whispered.

I swallowed hard and turned to Todd. He grinned. ‘It's okay,' he told me, ‘Jack says you passed with flying colours.'

Amanda kissed me once more, on the lips this time, and her hand slipped under my dress to find that my pussy was still wet with desire.

Training

I had almost resigned myself to failure when I came across him sitting alone in a first class compartment. He looked up at me and smiled before I had time to fix my hair or anything, but as soon as I saw him I knew he was going to be the one. The train was rattling along, shaking from side to side as it picked up speed, making me feel a bit unsteady in my high heels. I struggled with the door to the compartment, hoping that the state of my hair and the way I was being thrown around by the train didn't give him the wrong impression. The last thing I wanted was for him to think I was drunk.

I heaved my case into the compartment and slid the door behind me, taking one last look in the corridor and glad to find it deserted. When I turned I found him with his face stuck in a book, reading it with the kind of fixed expression that you have to really try hard to achieve. He was deliberately ignoring me, doing his best to make me disappear, and the thought of it made me shiver with excitement. I got a good look at him; blond wavy hair, powerful build, clean-shaven, quite good looking behind his glasses.

I stepped into the carriage proper, pulling my case in with me. His baggage was in the rack above him, so I turned to the seat opposite and heaved my case up. I stretched, really pushing the case up, standing on tiptoe to get the extra leverage. The reflection in the window was perfect: my short skirt had risen up, revealing the marble white skin at the top of my thighs, the black band of my stockings, the lacy suspenders, my backside pressed out enticingly. The case seemed to be stuck, or rather I pretended it was stuck, so that I held the position for as long as possible, pushing up and down, my skirt riding higher and higher.

He turned to look in the window. I saw his eyes scan the crystal clear reflection, travelling from my knees, up a full length of thigh, over my tight round backside, pausing at my breasts, the nipples poking against my tight red top, and finally stopping at my face. Our eyes met, and for a moment I saw the hesitation, the sheer confusion in his baby blue eyes, then he turned away. The case slid into place and I relaxed, exhaling heavily, as if the effort had worn me out.

‘It's a beautiful day,' he said conversationally, as I sat down opposite him.

‘Yes, it's lovely isn't it,' I agreed, flashing him the sort of cold smile that I normally reserved for Jehovah's Witnesses or insurance salesman.

He nodded, then stuck his nose back into his book, reading my smile the way it was intended to be read. I sat back in my seat, leaned my head back against the wall and exhaled heavily once more. My knees were crossed, and from where he sat I knew he could get an eyeful of my long stockinged legs. I was balancing my foot on the high heel, surreptitiously pulling my skirt a little higher. Sure enough, I caught him glancing up from his book, his eyes feasting on my thighs then furtively returning to the book.

‘You're a priest aren't you?' I said suddenly, though with a dog-collar, cassock, battered leather satchel and devotional book in hand he could hardly be anything else.

‘Yes, that's right,' he smiled patronisingly, giving me a ‘what do you want, bimbo', kind of look.

‘You help people, don't you, Father?' I asked, making it sound as much like a demand as a question. My face was hard, my red lips glistening sexily, my eyes burning with a kind of fierce intensity. I was a lady with attitude, and I wanted him to know it.

‘Yes… yes I do. Though you don't have to call me Father,' he said, taking off his glasses to get a better look at me.

‘I want to call you Father,' I insisted. ‘And you help anyone, right?'

He hesitated, but I wanted an answer, I was looking straight into those lovely blue eyes and I knew that he was hooked. ‘If we can,' he agreed, his voice slow and soft, very thoughtful, very mature. I sighed, he sounded so strong, as if he were a million years old and not some young man of flesh and blood and still not thirty years old.

‘Will you help me, Father?' I asked softly, turning round slightly, so that my skirt was pulled back several inches, the stocking top completely exposed, the breeze passing through the carriage grazing the smooth skin of my thigh.

‘If I can,' he agreed, his eyes homing in on my thighs. He looked up from the bare flesh and our eyes met, his face flushed red, the colour burning on his pale skin. I felt the pleasure pulse through me, but on the surface I remained calm, pretended not to notice his embarrassment, nor the fact that he couldn't keep his eyes off my legs.

‘This is a sort of confession, Father,' I started, putting my face in my hands, guiltily.

‘But this isn't a confessional…' he interrupted.

‘But I need this!' I cried, looking up at him with an expression of purest pain and anguish. My eyes were already wet with tears, I saw him through a blur, looking quite alarmed.

‘As you wish… my child,' he stuttered.

Again I sighed, the excitement growing inside me, making my pussy begin to throb deliciously. ‘There's something inside me, Father. Something that makes me think evil thoughts and do sinful things. It's inside me Father, and I can't help myself… Something shameless…'

‘I see, my child,' he whispered, raising his eyebrows and fixing me with a look that had me squirming. ‘What sort of sinful thoughts and deeds?'

I hid my smile by taking my head in my hands, bending low to hide my pretend shame. He was hooked, and now came the interesting bit. I uncrossed my legs, put them down straight, very modestly, side by side, but with my skirt pulled right back. He could see nearly all of my legs, he could see the white flesh of my thighs on both sides, and he was certainly enjoying the view.

‘Everything you can think of, Father. Not just sinful thoughts about having sex with men I know. I'm ashamed to say it, Father, but I fantasise about making love to complete strangers, to men I have never met before and will never meet again.'

‘I see,' he nodded. ‘And do you act upon these sinful impulses?'

‘Yes, Father,' I whispered, turning away from him. I caught sight of him in the window, the dirty glass acting as a perfect mirror. He was leaning forward, listening intently, but not intently enough. ‘There are other things too, Father,' I added, realising that boring old promiscuity was not going to do it for him.

‘Other things? Other sins of the flesh?'

‘Yes, Father,' I half sobbed. ‘Other sins of the flesh. In my mind I dream of other women, Father. I desire sexual contact with other women. I dream of lying naked in their arms, of being touched by feminine fingers, of being kissed by feminine lips. I dream these things and my body grows hot, I grow restless, unable to cope unless I touch myself. Is it wrong, Father?'

‘It is very wrong,' he decided, and that made me feel even more excited. I loved being told I was doing wrong, it seemed to trigger a signal deep in my sex. I was wet, I could feel my pussy growing deliciously moist. ‘Do you act on these desires?'

Was that it? Did the idea of two women getting off on each other ring any bells for him? ‘Yes, Father… I have made love to other women too. I know it's wrong, I tell myself I shouldn't but then the desire is too strong. I let myself be seduced. I enjoy the feel of another women putting her hand under my skirt. I enjoy her fingers stroking my thighs, of touching me
everywhere
. And Father, I have allowed myself to be seduced by two women together. They made love to me, sharing me… I'm so ashamed…'

‘Two women together?' he repeated, his face growing red. The idea seemed to appeal to him. He was leaning closer to me, his eyes fixed on my body, hands together under his chin. He looked good enough to eat.

‘Yes, Father, on a number of occasions. I couldn't help myself. I met one of them at a health club. She came up to me in the showers and began to soap my naked body. The feel of the hot water coursing down my skin and the feel of her fingers on my back soon had me aching with desire. Her fingers touched my breasts as if by accident, but then I responded, I touched her back. Soon we were making love under the jets of water, kissing, sucking, touching each other. I wanted to resist but couldn't.'

‘And the other woman?' he asked hotly, sounding rather strained. He crossed his legs, and I cursed the fact that he was wearing a cassock, I couldn't see the size of his erection. Almost there, I told myself.

‘We made love until I'd climaxed, and then she called to her friend. I was still feeling dazed, it had been a very violent orgasm, and I hardly knew what was going on. Before I knew it I was making love with the second woman, she was exploring my naked body under the rushing water. They took it in turns, making love to me several times. After that they took me whenever they felt like it. They would call me up and tell me to be a certain place at a certain time and I would go. Sometimes they made love to me in turn, sometimes it was all three of us together.'

‘I see,' he said, shifting round, trying to make himself more comfortable. ‘You say they took you whenever they wanted. Surely it is correct to say whenever
you
wanted.'