The Best of Kay Jaybee (6 page)

Breathless, her right arm beginning to ache from holding up her whole body, Rachel stopped her rant, but kept her hand teasing her left tit.

Ryan had obviously moved, for the echo around his words had gone as he said, ‘Stop playing with your tit. Is it red?'

‘Very.' Rachel's left hand returned to the floor with both relief and a surge of frustration.

‘Show me.'

Again Rachel fumbled with the camera setting on her phone, and sent him the evidence he wanted to see.

‘Beautiful. Now take the ruler off the desk and use it to spank your own arse. I don't care how, just do it. I want to hear the swish as you slap it against your rump. Start now, and don't stop until I tell you. I am going to enjoy listening to you earn your extra wages for a while.'

Gripping the ruler she used to mark her way down the spreadsheets she habitually updated, Rachel awkwardly swung it up and around her, so that she could smack her own backside whilst remaining on all fours. She closed her eyes as she concentrated, the first hit sending small jolts of electricity through her, surprising her with how good it felt to spank yourself, rather than having someone else wield their chosen weapon against your arse.

After a while Rachel began to yelp with every strike, and as she let out a mewl or whine, she could hear Ryan echo her enjoyment, wondering if he was as close to coming as she was, her imagination filling in all the blanks as her head made believe that it was his arm swiping at her butt. That was when she started talking; her desire running away with her mouth.

‘I want you here. I want your hand on my arse. I can see your tongue between my legs. I swear I can actually feel it. I can feel you lapping at my nub while I bruise my own backside. I can feel your fingers on my tits. You want them there, don't you? You want to run them over my nipples, don't you? You are a filthy bastard, aren't you!'

She didn't pause long enough for Ryan to actually reply, but the guttural sounds his throat were making down the phone spoke volumes as she continued. ‘I bet you'd like to see how red my arse is. It is burning. It is glowing. It hurts, but I don't want the hurt to stop. I can't take a picture, though. I can't reach with the camera. If you want to see how wet I am, how wet you are making me, how swollen my pussy is as I do everything that you tell me to, then you'll have to come and see for yourself.'

Rachel's right arm was getting stiff, so she swapped hands, treating the other half of her butt to the same body-heating pleasure that her left side had received.

So consumed was she in her delicious self-punishment that she didn't hear the door to the office open. She didn't notice that the voice she could hear, breathless and simmering with barely controlled lust, was no longer coming through the speaker on her phone.

‘Your wish is my command!' Ryan tore the ruler from Rachel's hand and pushed his startled secretary onto her back.

They stared at each other in total silence for a second. Chests rising and falling in unison as he drank in Rachel's orgied state, and her brain mentally processed the fact that Ryan wasn't a voice on the end of the phone any more.

He strode to her desk, took out an envelope and threw it down at his secretary. ‘That is your extra cash for today. For the phone sex, for your incredible dirtiness. Consider yourself paid.'

Ryan pulled off his clothes as he spoke, the smell of paint and turpentine assaulting Rachel's nostrils as his overalls dropped next to her. ‘This, however, is not for money. This is because I have never wanted to fuck anyone so badly in my life. If you don't want me to touch you for real, now is very much the time to say so!'

Rachel reached out her arms and pulled him down, grabbing Ryan's gorgeously rigid cock between her hands; beginning to pump him off while he hunted in his discarded jacket for a condom.

‘I guess you could call this a perk to add to the perks of the job?'

She didn't bother replying to him, for Ryan's face was now creased with want as he thumped between her open legs, his fingers grasping Rachel's butt, creating extra shots of pleasure as he gripped her self-inflicted bruises.

Riding him hard, making sure her clit was banging against his body with every contact, Rachel smiled to herself. Every job needed a perk this one was going to take some beating …

Lying In Wait

Surely they must be close. The quiet that hung in the air around him had passed beyond uncomfortable, and was fast heading towards eerie.

He had already swept the whole house. The pulse in Cadet Luke Porter's neck galloped as he contemplated the reaction he'd get from the other squaddies if he screwed up yet another exercise. They teased him enough as it was.

Two o'clock in the morning, shrouded in the gloom and shadows of the night, the new recruit's task was to crawl through the replica semi-detached house, without falling or being discovered by the “enemy” and rescue the “victim” lying wounded within. In this case, the enemy consisted of two more experienced cadets and the victim was his corporal, who had been left to “finish this damn seek and rescue exercise off” by the sergeant in charge, who'd definitely had a bee in her bonnet about something before she'd pissed off with all the other new recruits.

Luke strained his ears for any sound or movement. He hadn't expected the dark to feel so oppressive. Despite the heavy pack he carried, his helmet, and the uniform in which he was dressed, the chill of the place make Luke shiver. It was best not to think that he was one of only four people stuck in this deserted replica town bang in the middle of Salisbury Plain. The fact that the whole thing was only an exercise and nothing life-threatening could really happen didn't stop the adrenalin pumping through his body.

Risking a glance at his watch, Luke saw he only had four minutes to find the corporal and get outside. Exhaling slowly, he pushed himself away from the wall and felt for the doorway.

Calling out wasn't an option in case the pseudo-enemy heard, so he studied the shadows carefully as he edged into the next room. Still nothing. This was strange, he had been in this room before; he'd looked around all the furniture and, even through the criss-cross of shadows, he should have been able to spot anyone easily.

Retreating, Luke headed to the hallway and crept down the stairs, concentrating hard on not making them squeak. His head throbbed, and he was aware of a patina of sweat spreading across his palms and down his neck.

A swift double-check of the kitchen and dining area produced nothing, and there was no one tucked behind the door in the downstairs bathroom. That only left the living room, and he'd been in there twice already.

‘Where the fuck have you been?'

The hazy outline of a woman sprawled on the sofa in the centre of the room was immediately obvious. ‘What!' Luke's face flushed with angry embarrassment. He'd checked this room. ‘You weren't here before.'

Without wasting his breath complaining about being tricked by his “helpless” victim who'd obviously been dodging around to avoid him, Luke pulled at the wrists of Corporal Phelps so he could haul her towards the front door.

The woman however, resisted all attempts to be moved.

Doing his best to rein in his temper, Luke hissed between clenched teeth, ‘Corporal, I've got seconds to get you out. Now come on!'

‘I don't think so, Lukey Baby.'

He'd long since given up reacting to the use of his hated nickname. As the youngest of the new recruits, he'd learnt to live with it. ‘You know I have to get this exercise right, now just fucking well get up!'

Grinning up at him, blatantly enjoying his cracking temper, fiddling with a stray black hair that had escaped from her ponytail, she spoke with annoying calm, ‘That's not a very nice way to ask for help, Lukey. How about saying please?'

‘Corporal, I need you to come outside with me – please.' Making a lunge at her waist, he picked Phelps up and threw her over his shoulder.

Corporal Phelps called out as she was hoisted into a fireman's lift, ‘Hey girls! Do you see this? Lukey Baby is much stronger than he looks.'

Out of the gloom the two cadets who should have been acting as Luke's “enemy” appeared before him.

Luke's mouth opened to ask them what on earth they were playing at, but before a single word left his mouth Phelps had placed her hands over his groin and squeezed his dick hard. ‘Nice. It seems baby Lukey might not be quite so lickle ickle after all.'

Without stopping to think, and trying to ignore his body's reaction to the Corporal's groping, Luke threw Phelps off his shoulder, onto the sofa. Dumping his heavy pack, and pulling off the helmet, he looked from one woman to the other. Despite the dark it was easy to see that they were all smirking at him.

Refusing to give them the satisfaction of him shouting, Luke controlled his anger. ‘Well done!' You've managed to mess up my last chance. My last chance to get one of these bloody exercises right. Well ha-ha. If you wanted to get me thrown out, then you're doing a great job!'

Completely indifferent to his words, still sprawled on the sofa where he'd dropped her, Phelps lifted herself up onto her elbows, her ankles swinging playfully in the air behind her. ‘We just wanted to see if it was true.'

‘To see if what was true?'

It was the redhead who Luke knew as Cadet Richards who replied, ‘To see if you're all grown up.'

A new layer of perspiration prickled his forehead as the meaning of what she was saying sank in.

The third girl, Carter, stepped closer and took hold of both of his hands. Her skin was soft and cold, ‘You can forgive our curiosity surely?' She used no force to ease his arms towards her and her tone was so reassuring that for a split second Luke thought she was about to apologise for their behaviour and end this charade.

In that instant, the full force of his naivety hit him. Leaping from the sofa, Phelps and Carter stripped Luke's camouflage jacket from his back and yanked his T-shirt from his arms and head with an expertise that convinced him they'd worked together in this way before.

As Phelps held his wrists securely behind him, Richards came directly in front of Luke with eyes blazing like points of fire in the gloom. Shocked, Luke knew she was defying him to move as her fingers came to his black belt, and made short work of undoing it. ‘Let's see just how big a boy you are.'

Luke tried to pull away as his trousers and boxers were wrenched down to his army boots, but it was impossible. Carter was holding him as well now, and besides, a picture had begun to grow in his head. An image his brain was finding it hard to dispel of the girls all together, naked, massaging each other's breasts.

Grateful that the dim light hid the worst of his blushes, Luke yelled his protests into the room; confusion swamping him as the younger girls unashamedly stared at his dick, taking it in turns to wrap it in their soft palms, weighing its fast growing length.

‘Go on, Lukey Baby, yell all you like!' Phelps stood so close that her breath tickled his neck, ‘but no one is going to hear you. And anyway, all the evidence suggests you are enjoying this.' Her tongue flicked out and lapped his ear, sending a new jolt of erotic anticipation and nervous tension through his entire system.

‘All alone with three women in the middle of a deserted town – of course he doesn't want to be rescued.' Richards, who was appraising him like a stock master examining the herd, ran a finger through the small spattering of hairs that topped his firm torso. ‘I think he'd like a boost to his reputation. I think it would improve his credibility if the other soldier boys knew he really was hung like a donkey.

‘Don't be ridiculous.' Luke's anger at the women for humiliating him was partially drowned out by a treacherous voice in his head telling him Richards was right.
You're a soldier for heaven's sake, and you've suffered far worse indignities than being stripped in front of strangers since the squadron decided to make him the butt of all their so called jokes. Pull yourself together and take it.

Beneath the glare of the women's eyes he could feel his cock swell with arousal.

‘Tell me, girls,' Phelps increased her grip on Luke's arms, ‘Is he as impressive looking from the front as he is from the side view?'

‘Very much so,' Carter spoke solemnly, ‘it even casts a shadow of its own.'

‘Now, Lukey Baby,' Phelps paused to bite into the skin beneath his brown crew cut, ‘This is what is going to happen.'

Luke said nothing as he listened; doing his best to relax his shoulders and at least appear composed.

‘First, I'm going to use your belt to fasten your wrists behind your back. Then you will patiently wait while Carter and Richards make themselves more comfortable.'

A fresh set of erotic images flashed through Luke's head.

‘After that the exercise will begin.'

‘Exercise?' Luke was aware of just how husky he sounded as his dry throat closed in on itself.

‘Patience, Lukey.' As Phelps released his wrists, Luke heard the light zip of his belt being pulled from the combats bunched around his ankles.

After testing that the belt was secure around his wrists, Phelps stood next to Luke. His dick leapt slightly as she starred down at him, ‘Impressive.' She sounded matter-of-fact, and Luke got the feeling that a tick had been added to whatever mental list Phelps had created in her head.

Signalling to the girls, the corporal took a step to the side as Carter and Richards turned to face each other and with typical army precision, took off their jackets, T-shirts, boots and trousers.

A murmur of appreciation left Luke's lips. The undergarments the women wore were far from regulation, making him wonder how far in advance this session had been planned. Was it no accident that he had been placed last on the “seek and rescue” exercise list?

His pondering was cut short as the two women moved so close to each other that the satin cups of their matching red bra cups rubbed together. Simultaneously, they grasped each other's waists, and brought their mouths together.

If Luke had felt dehydrated before, it was nothing to the desert dryness that coated his tongue as he saw the real life enactment of one of his most persistent sexual fantasies. Acting on instinct alone he stepped forward, trying hard to slip his wrists from the belt, such was his desperation to touch the women in front of him.

Phelps grabbed the excess strap of leather hanging from him, and dragged Luke roughly towards her. In his absorption of the erotic scene before him, Luke had temporarily forgotten the presence of the third woman. ‘Oh no, baby. For now you just watch.'

Hopefully latching on to the, “For now ...” part of her sentence, Luke wished for the first time since his unexpected capture that it was a little lighter. He longed to see the cadets more clearly, and although his eyes had long since adjusted to the night, Luke cursed the fact that he couldn't make out the expression in their eyes as they continued to kiss each other, their palms running over their fit, toned bodies.

‘How badly do you want them to take their bras off?' Phelps asked the question calmly, making Luke wonder at her self-control. Surely it wasn't possible for her to be completely unaffected by what she was witnessing.

‘I asked you a question, Lukey Baby, cos I reckon you want to see those two pairs of delicious tits very badly indeed.'

Deciding that honesty was the best policy, after all, the way his shaft was stirring it would have been very obvious if he lied, Luke replied, ‘Very badly.'

Nodding as if satisfied, Phelps produced a stopwatch from her pocket. She held it before Luke's eyes. ‘I stopped the watch with two minutes to go.'

Frowning, Luke wondered what on earth she was talking about. Then he realised. The vision of the girls embrace had wiped all thoughts of the exercise from his mind. The corporal had fixed the result of his rescue test so he could pass.

‘If I hadn't gone from room to room you'd have found me with four minutes to spare, and it probably would have taken a couple of minutes to get out of the house, so that leaves two minutes.'

Replying, but keeping his eyes fixed on Carter and Richards, Luke said, ‘And you're going to tell the sergeant that I did it with two minutes to spare on what condition?'

The corporal laughed, ‘You catch on quick, Cadet Porter.'

‘So?' Luke could almost feel the flesh of the redhead run beneath his fingers while his mouth found the blonde's right teat. He shook himself. If he wanted to keep his two minutes, he was going to have to concentrate bloody hard not to come across the room right there and then.

‘You will have to show me how well you can obey and understand orders. Sergeant Greene has told me that she has serious doubts about your ability in this area.'

A new level of embarrassment flooded Luke, ‘The sergeant knows about this?'

Phelps neither confirmed nor denied his enquiry, ‘She has asked me to investigate to see if her worries are well founded or not.'

Luke exhaled slowly, as Phelps commanded, ‘Richards, Carter, stop.'

The women obeyed, but Luke was sure from the heaving of their chests and the poke of their nipples against their bras that they had been reluctant to do so.

As if she was dictating the outline of a forthcoming operation to the troops, Phelps addressed them all. ‘Cadet Lukey Baby, Cadet Carter, Cadet Richards ...' The women stood to attention, sticking their luscious breasts out further, adding to Luke's personal torment. ‘… The first part of the exercise will commence the moment these instructions have been delivered.' Luke's pulse speeded up. ‘... I will undo Lukey Baby's hands. He will remain
exactly
where he is. He will keep his arms by his sides whatever the provocation. Carter, Richards, you will remove your tops, and then for a full five minutes you'll trail your breasts over the cadet's chest. Your fingers will not touch him. Begin.'

As warm hard nipples passed over his flesh, one pair at his back, the other across his torso, Luke's body swayed as he tried to lean closer to each girl at the same time.

The effort it took not to reach out and grab them, to cup their pussies to see if their panties were as damp as he imagined them to be, was huge. Digging his short fingernails into his thighs, the minor pain caused some distraction from his struggle.