Group Sex Bishop Takes Knight

To speed things up (and as a further test of Amanda's and Annette's abilities to multi-task), additional men were brought up to the mat and the two women had each of their hands filled with a hard tadger now to jerk. It had become a true gang-bang now! Anika from her bed perch atop Fabio's cock nodded her head and swished her hips in approval. And so it all went...

As she returned to the pulsing pile of pussy, Shelby noticed that Ted had actually left the scene, as it were. She looked about the room for him: remembering Annette's expressed instructions that he absolutely not be let out of sight. She found him out on the balcony, smoking a cigarette he'd borrowed from a musician in the orchestra. She became curious.

"Are you alright Ted?" she said joining him out in the night air.

"Sorry what?" he said turning about, "Oh Miss Shelby, yes I'm fine here; just burnin' one on the balcony."

From his vantage point on bedchamber's outdoor railing he could clearly see the oak grove next to the estate. He could even make out the limousine that he was supposed to be sitting in, (per Anthony's explicit instructions). He'd made right proper mess of that promise!

"So what do you think," Shelby asked, "are you shocked by all of this?" She made a motion to the naughty activities taking place behind her in the bedchamber. Ted chuckled thoughtfully and commented,

"Absolutely nutters, but brilliant!"

"So what will you do after tonight?" she asked him. Ted took a pull from his cigarette and replied,

"Oh, I imagine I'll be going back to my normal driving job. I have about ten more years in it and then I plan on retiring."

"Y'know Teddy," Shelby said staring at the high moon and then turning back to look the towering fellow in the face, "you've made quite a positive impression here tonight with the guests at the party, with my boss Ms Bishop, and Anik, the lady of the house. They'd most certainly like you back! I heard talk that they'd like you to moon-light at these parties...y'know, what with your bartending skills; not to mention your skills with that thing!" She shot out her hand and cupped the bulbous dangling head of his penis as it drooped in her palm like a tiny elephants trunk.

"Is that so?" said Ted, happy that his presence was "well-received."

"It is-most definitely," replied the flirtatious lil' pixie who moved into his personal space and snatched the cigarette from him for a few puffs before returning it to him and saying, "what's more, you've made a favorable one with me!"

She flung her arms around him in the glare of the moonlight. Ted's fingers crushed out the cigarette and flicked the butt of the balcony to the shrubberies below. He suddenly found the hands and legs of the sexy little spinner upon him everywhere at once it seemed! How such a small little thing could grope and climb and wrap limbs around him so easily was beyond his belief or comprehension. The next thing he knew, he had her bent over the railing; his cock deep in the recesses of her naughty little derriere and Shelby was happily ooohing and aaaahing as Ted plumbed the depths of her bum-hole. Far off at the cars a group of standing chauffeurs hooted and hollered their approval; unaware that it was one of their own who was shagging the young woman furiously on the bedroom balcony.

Inside the chamber, the train of crushing hairy testosterone simply kept coming (and cumming), for Annette and Amanda. Convulsing cock splattered both in and upon the women from every conceivable direction in what seemed like a river of protein. Amanda and Annette for their part remained undaunted, fucking, jerking and sucking with reckless abandon as the cavalcade of cum seemed to blast them now with warm sticky regularity.

In addition to the spouting willies in their cunnies bums and pouty little cocksuckers; Annette and Amanda were developing quite a case of "sticky fingers," (as loads were also being shot into their jerking hands). At a certain point Annette decided to one-up the other woman next to her; deciding that now cocks in her hands would be jerked to the point of no-return then she would turn her head in the direction of the spouting dick to take the full force of a bukkake blast in the face before returning to sucking the dong of some lucky fellow. Amanda caught onto this immediately and followed suit. The train rumbled onward!

Anika now had long since pressed Cedric back into service. Having had Fabio blast her insides full of his Sao Paulo spunkings, she sent the genial Brazilian driver off with Prue to recover in the coursing pile of women (which was now contaminated with more and more spent and recovering males, fresh in from the fray at the gang-bang). Cedric was now given the task of buggering his beautiful boss in her bung-hole as on all-fours she beheld the breathtaking boinking of both the blonde and brunette babes at the bang-mat beyond the bed.

Onward and onward the train came for the two beauties, Amanda and Annette. Like two female gladiators in a carnal arena, they dispatched all comers (or cummers), and sent them spent to the thrashing throng away from the mat. Soon Anika was able to see the tail-end of the ardent line of swordsmen however; like all good spectacles this thing at the foot of the bed finally came to an end.

At long last several Japanese businessmen roared with delight either up into (or onto), the writhing forms of Annette and Amanda; signaling the last great seminal crescendo for the private party. Anika inspired by this final act howled loudly herself and Cedric then sent a warm splash of spoogings deep inside her now well-buggered bum. From out on the balcony a roar and a howl from Ted and Shelby arose; signaling their culmination as well.

With a gracious sweep of her hand, Anika thanked all present for attending the private function and congratulated them all for being part of a spectacular piece of erotic performance art! The hostess then announced that the party was moving back downstairs to the dance-floor. Even the chorus and musicians were invited downstairs to join in the merriment, destined to go on into the morning's wee hours. At that very moment, the door to the chamber opened and the smiling heads of Gisele and Sandra poked inside.

"Is Ted still here? We want him down on the floor!" Gisele inquired happily. Behind them the thunderous rumble of the hyper-rave downstairs pounded with booming clarity and regularity.

"C'mon Ted," Shelby said taking the large man by the arm, "let's get downstairs and get stupid on the ball-room floor!"

"Lead on Miss," Ted said enthusiastically; eager to "assist" the girl with her instructions not to let him out of her sight!

As the merry throng of partiers emptied from the room, Anika held up a hand to Annette and Amanda; stopping them both from leaving. When the last guest had left she waited for the door to close. She then turned to the pretty blonde and her sullen brunette counterpart. Both women were awash in protein; their bodies, hair, faces, even their eyebrows encrusted with drying semen. They were a sticky sight to be sure, but the sullen mood of unfinished "whatever it was" between the two was the most shocking of all for the chagrined Anika.

"Alright you two," Anika addressed them, "I don't know what exactly it is, but I'm leaving this room with the both of you in it. You've both got some history it seems and I think it would be best if you address it." With that she left the room and closed the door behind her.

Amanda turned to Annette. Their eyes met. Annette's face was etched with a note of indignation and her nostrils flared. Amanda's lip quivered ever so slightly as she started to say,

"Annette I've been want to tell you that I'm sorry abou...," her response being cut promptly short by a loud crashing smack across her face by Annette's open palm.

"How dare you!" Annette thundered, "How can you simply stand their and attempt to apologize! You've got some gall thinking I'm so stu-u-pid that you can simply attempt to talk your way out of this - I loved you!"

Amanda felt the searing hot sting on the side of her face. Part of her burned with shame for what she'd done all those years before. Part of her burned with rage. No man was able to touch her in such a fashion and escape unscathed; certainly no woman would - even this one! Her fist clenched and unclenched. She judged the distance.

A moment later the force of her blow sent Annette flying through the air to land upon the bed. Amanda was flying through the air a moment later, right behind her in hot seething pursuit. This was soooo on!

If one has not already guessed; there couldn't have been more "history' between the two women than if one had set them to either side of a TV that only received BBC Two! To understand it all; one must leave Amanda in mid leap and travel back in time to when the two women were both corporate high-achieving twenty-somethings and both ironically were part of a secret clique of educated professionals. It was no secret that they were both successful early on; the two women made meteoric climbs in the corporate world during those years. The irony lay in "after hours activities" where private parties were held at "special gatherings;" a bit like the one they'd both attended that evening, (the difference being less people participating in such a gathering at any one time and the surroundings often not nearly as opulent as the 18th Century manor home they were in now).

Yes, both ladies had been part of the "swing set" and both knew one another quite well from many parties and "get-togethers" where condoms were kept in plain view, car keys were kept in bowls at the door, and secrets were kept in zipped shut mouths. They'd run into each other at many events; first simply noticing one another across a crowded dimly lit room of sweaty steaming bodies, then later casually sharing a cock or two, or with one bumping into the other at a daisy chain. It was always casual and fun; lots of laughs, lots of sex, lots of care-free beautiful people.

Then their two paths diverged. Amanda's company moved her back to the United States and about the same time Annette's fortunes improved dramatically as she suddenly was noticed by her future husband Caesar. The rest of Annette's story is no mystery (as its already been told for the most part), but it's important to note that the fortune of Amanda improved significantly as well at this point in their histories. It was one of those "two forks in the road" events for Amanda and up until now, she'd never seen fit to look back after her decision had been made.

It seems that upon her return to the Austin headquarters, the tempting Texas tart kept up her "after-hours horizontal adventures" with certain discrete members of the corporate hierarchy and their spouses. It was about this time that one thing led to another and through a series of interesting events she and her current Madame Karen stumbled upon one another. Amanda smelled an opportunity and Karen smelled a profit. Amanda went to a few parties where she was compensated handsomely, then a few more, then a few more. Within six weeks of turning high-paying tricks (often with clients whom she'd previously only fucked for sport) she'd placed her three-week notice. She dove into the profession head-first.

Annette lost track of Amanda shortly after the pretty blonde returned home to the states. It was therefore quite a surprise when a few years later when Annette was in a Greek resort of all places; lying in a comfortable deck chair and watching the Adriatic lap a the shore lazily that she suddenly saw the gorgeous Texan stroll up to a free chair wearing a large wide hat and impossibly dark glasses. Annette watched the Austin beauty removed her top and began to apply baby oil to her breasts before laying down to take in the Mediterranean sun.

Was that her? She sat up on one elbow and scrutinized the blonde who'd dropped her sunglasses in the sand next to her wide elegant ladies hat as she'd shut her eyes for a lazy nap (hoping to kill a little bit of the jet lag). It most certainly looked like her. A moment later those two stunning green eyes opened and looked directly at the beautiful topless brunette staring at her from a distance of ten paces and a pretty pair of lips licked themselves and spoke,

"Hello Annette. Yes its me, Amanda."

Suffice to say the two had a bit of catching up to do. Annette related to her all about her engagement to the venerable Caesar and prominent positioning within Praetorian Group that would surely follow. What's more Amanda shared the fact that she was no-longer merely a corporate player, but now simply somebody who traveled in certain elite circles and "played for pay." The diamond necklace about Amanda's neck told Annette the rest. It had been a business doing pleasure for Amanda and it was self evident that business had been both brisk and good!

While Annette was staying at the resort as part of a greater European trade convention, Amanda was fresh off the plane and had just checked in to the resort; having been "on the menu" that evening as part of the entertainments for a group of South Korean businessmen also attending the conference. As both women caught up and gossiped, they detected a certain chemistry. There was a great deal of eye contact and a great deal of smiling; not to mention a an abundance of happy heart-fluttering form all the ions and molecules in the air between the two being "just right."

That same alchemy remained over the next three days of the conference. Every evening Annette and Amanda found opportunities and excuses to share a drink at the bar and even a late night skinny dip in the pool after Amanda had satiated the needs of her Korean clients upstairs (who were left happily depleted and snoring in their bungalow rooms). Both women took breakfast in Annette's room on a private veranda with a magical view of the sea and scattered islands dotting the horizon. When the last day of the conference ended and the corporate suits were all clamoring to check out, Annette found Amanda in the lobby. She crept up behind the pretty blonde and threw her arms around her shoulders from behind.

"I have a surprise for you!" she whispered giving Amanda a hungry kiss on the side of her neck.

"What is it sweetie?" Amanda said reaching back a hand to stroke Annette's short brunette bob head of hair She then pulled the lovely Londoner in for a "good-bye until later" snuggle as she stood in in the queue to check out.

"We are not going anywhere!" Annette announced happily. "I have extended my stay for another seven days. Hell, I've got more than enough company leave saved and I want a REAL vacation. What's more, I just got off the phone with a certain someone named Karen in Austin. She's a real bitch that Madame of yours when she gets woken up in the middle of the night!"

"You called my boss?" Amanda said turning to her and looking at her incredulously.

"Yes I did! I most certainly did, and what's more; after I quoted a price for you that she liked... she crumbled like a house of cards. You're staying with me, c'mon get that bag over to my room and lets get your naked ass out on that beach along with mine!"

The next seven days were a beautiful collection of Mediterranean experiences taken "on the slow" in a lovely romantic interlude for the two women; bankrolled by non-other than the perpetually unsuspecting husband-to-be Caesar back in London and thanks to a bit of financial chicanery on the part of Annette. She whined to her corporate sugar daddy about being supremely exhausted and then made him think it was all his idea that she should stay for another seven days at the resort. As for Amanda's price tag, Annette merely rolled it all up in her quote to her financially advantaged finance who was never the wiser.

Romantic sparks flew during that week of slow sensuous enjoyment. Not only there chemistry, the two became keenly aware of "this thing" between the two of them. It hung between them like sweet intoxicating perfume. They began finishing one another's sentences, brushing little bits of nothing off the shoulders of the other and not wishing to go anyplace without the other one close by. They fed each other at dinner from one another's plates. They danced in clubs in town together into the wee hours and then woke up on gorgeous nameless beaches next to one another as the sun rose in the morning.

It was on day five after both had swum to an island one hundred meters off shore from the resort that the magic became spirited madness and impulsiveness. As the two nude lovers lay on the beach enjoying a mid-morning cuddle on the sand that Annette had an epiphany. She rolled into Amanda and drew the blonde woman's warm nakedness up tight to her own. She opened her eyes and said to her,

"Why end this?"

"Why indeed?" came Amanda's reply as she opened her eyes and smiled back into the face of a woman who had not only purchased her, but stolen her heart.

She felt something for this person whom she'd known for years, but she'd never completely identified such a strong overwhelming connection with Annette until now. This "thing" was theirs; it was fresh, powerful, and strong. It was also as very real! They were in love.

From right there on the beach, a plan was set in motion by the rapidly turning gears in the pretty brunette noggin of Annette. The corporate jet would come in two days. Annette had enough money in a trust fund that she could now start afresh. She'd end it all with Caesar; end it all with Praetorian Group as well.

She'd already had a tempting business offer in Brazil just three weeks prior that was preliminary but taking shape nicely; Amanda would love São Paulo. What was stopping them? She could fly home, tender her resignation, break it off with Caesar and start a life with somebody she truly could start something meaningful with. It was risky, it was daring, it was fraught with risk and her heart raced with excitement because it was what she wanted.

Amanda agreed to it as well, she'd been swept up in this "thing" with Annette and now she was ready to chuck it all and head to South America with her. She simply wished to start a new and exciting life with this extension of her being now embracing her on the sand. It was agreed. It was madness but it felt so right. It was set!

They spent the remainder of the time on pins and needles; like two giddy teenagers who'd decided to spirit one another off to Vegas to elope. Both could not believe they'd found one another and feeding their excitement was the anticipation of true happiness with the one person the stars had created for them. Both waited breathlessly for the day of departure together.

All was not to be however. There came an avalanche of deep shock and heartbreaking disappointment for Annette when she awoke on the morning of the last day. The room was absolutely silent. The space next to her in the bed was empty and Amanda's things were gone. A note was left on the pillow in Amanda's handwriting saying,

"This is crazy. I can't. Marry your man and have the life you deserve! Love you, A."

She was gone. Annette checked the lobby but Amanda had already found a cab and gotten out on an earlier flight. By the time Annette's plane picked up the now stunned Annette at the Island's airport she was numb; as if she'd been stung by Novocain at a dozen places on her body. She boarded the flight; sole passenger on the corporate jet back to London. As the aircraft arrived at cruising altitude a stewardess served her two fingers of single malt and then pulled a privacy curtain for her.

Annette turned her head to the window and looked out over the Adriatic as the sun danced upon the waves below like a thousand shimmering diamonds in the morning light. She smiled for a moment remembering Amanda. She then cried. She sobbed quietly but sobbed as if her very soul had been split in two. She never cried again.

From there on in she was hard; the ice queen with piss and vinegar for blood and a ruthless streak traveling the length of her spine. She'd never let anyone get into that pretty little head of hers. She'd have a veritable legion of lovers but nobody she could be in love with deeply; certainly not that doddering old fossil Caesar with his overinflated opinion of himself. Still there were a few whom she'd let into her heart but only with certain provisos and restrictions.

Shelby would represent somebody to love in the same way one would love a kitten or particularly bright acolyte; a younger impetuous version of Annette as she told herself. She was a lover whom Annette would nurture and eventually hand over the reins to as a daughter figure and disciple; a bitch boss in training with whom she could also scratch her Sapphic itches until Annette was so old she'd forget that she even had them!

Brad was a man whom she fancied more than any other man alive because he was "exquisitely male" to her. He was bold virile youth encased in a man's body and harnessed to a razor sharp and unspeakably beautiful mind; the sapio-sexual portion of her psyche certainly being fed and energized by him. She'd keep him; he scratched all the male itches her body had and his strength allowed her time to be weak and helpless. As a plus he wasn't jealous; no-matter how much she fucked with his head. No...she'd definitely keep him.

These two people she'd allow in close but no one would ever get into her heart again like Amanda had. Up until tonight that had never been an issue. Up until tonight it had never been put to the test.

Things however, were most certainly being tested now back in the bedchamber of Anika, (which had its doors shut and our two reunited female combatants in mid-fray). It goes without saying that Amanda's leap through the air and subsequent landing upon Annette upon the bed would have been something remarkable to witness (had there been any witnesses save a few gilded cherubs and a hundred or so dying candles). The reality is they had the room all to themselves to settle this "thing" as they saw fit and at the moment they saw fit to behave as two cats fighting over the same piece of kibble.

The two rolled on the bed shrieking and cursing and pulling at hair. Annette had her tall frame and height but Amanda cancelled those attributes out with her strength, speed and flexibility. They turned again and again, one atop the other and then the other atop the one; until the whole kicking pinching grappling mess tumbled off the foot of the bed and onto the sex soaked mats next to the swing.

They hit the floor; both letting out a stunned OOMPH that momentarily pushed the air from their lungs. Amanda recovered first. She seized the initiative (as well as Annette's wrists behind her back.

With both of Annette's forearms locked together in a one-handed death grip, Amanda bound them tightly using a Velcro restraint from the edge of the matt. She now pinned the taller woman directly upon her own tied hands. Her wrestling skills and catlike reflexes had bested her taller opponent.

Annette's hips bucked and pushed as she tried to free herself or knock Amanda from her pinning position but to no avail. The Texas cougar could not be dislodged. Again it was a night of firsts; for the first time in years Annette had lost a wrestling match with another woman, for the first time in years she's raged with contempt and anger at having been defeated at something, and for the first time in years she began to sob real tears.

"Enough of your crying you spoiled brat!" Amanda shouted. With the lightning fast dexterity she reversed herself before Annette could struggle free. She now lay atop her ex-lover face to crotch; still pinning Annette's wrists underneath her. She couldn't tell if Annette meant her any harm but as angry and hard as that first slap had been; this Texas girl was taking no chances! Her hands shot out and grabbed another restraint; wrapping up Annette's ankle a second later. The other ankle was shortly restrained; rendering the tall brunette helpless and raging a stream of furious profanity.

"Annette will you please stop! I can explain!" Amanda tried to shout but the sobbing shrieking woman below would not listen.

"Annette if you'd just be calm for a moment I'm sure we can..." Amanda's words were cut short by deafening howls and wails from Annette, who thrashed and kicked against her restraints like a spoiled child who is beside themselves with rage and indignation. There was nothing left to do. Amanda pushed her hips downward; squashing her quim upon the brunette's blubbering muzzle.

Annette tried to push away but the call-girl's cunt enveloped her face like an aircraft oxygen mask. She contemplated a rude bite of Texas twat in a bit of Amazonian dirty pool. That idea was quickly squashed as Amanda's sharp raking fingernails upon the brunette's already swollen clit promised a female circumcision of the most imprecise and painful kind should she get out of line with her teeth and jaws.

Amanda's semen sodden pussy now muzzled Annette's lips and nose; she could only look up and see the perky puckered anus of the only woman who'd ever owned her heart hovering above her like a pink starfish. She hadn't smelled or tasted this in years but it was as if she'd just left if for a minute on a beach back in the Greek islands. It was too much for her. She opened her lips and did what came naturally. The anger began to melt into sadness and longing as she began to lick, snuffling and still crying.

"There you go you bratty rich bitch! Eat!" Amanda snarled through clenched teeth, "Gag yourself on my pussy, get it! Shut up your cryin' and taste all those men who had me tonight... uuhh... yeah... lick me! Lick me and taste those men!" Amanda could feel Annette's movements becoming less and less desperate. The sobs became whimpers and the whimpers became mewing. Amanda figured she could adopt a less authoritarian tone. For several minutes she merely rode the face of her ex-love as she plucked and tweaked at the clitoris at her fingertips; keeping the woman mewing and feeding beneath her, but pinned and restrained until she could better predict Annette's behavior.

After a bit of patient waiting to see if Annette had calmed (and partially because the Brunette's mouth on her quim felt so doggone good to her), Amanda spun cat-self around upon on the body of her ex-lover in a quick wrestler reversal. Annette didn't fight, she just whimpered softly as Amanda's lips met brushed hers; parting them to receive lips and tongue in a tender kiss. Amanda's hands came up and cupped Annette's face. She kissed away the lovely brunette MILF's tears; licking her face before finding her lips again for a deep passionate snog.

She could taste the dried semen of a couple dozen strangers on those lips but she also tasted her lover; making the Texas call girl feel her heart truly flutter for the first time in ages. It was familiar. It was comforting. It was real and it was Annette.

She rose up slightly and looked into Annette's eyes and brushed the brunette's bangs from her forehead. She studied her face in the flickering candlelight. With the boom boom boom of the hyper-rave pounding below the floor beneath them, she spoke.

"The reason I left... is because I had to. Hookers don't fall in love with their tricks and yet I was doing just that. What's more... I would have forced you to give up everything; Caesar, the company, your power, your wealth, your life. No,I couldn't do that to you and I knew you'd do it for me; despite that it was all a mistake. I figured I could take solace in the fact that someplace out there you were doing well.. and that was all that mattered. I still love you, I never stopped!"

She knelt forward and brushed her lips against those of Annette's tenderly again. Her arms came down beneath the brunette's back. In an effort of supreme trust she untied Annette's restraints. She was met by tender hands, and tender tears from a tender human being who cupped her blonde head and pulled her down for a deep hard kiss of reunion.

Hands grabbed Annette's restraints and freed her legs. Amanda found herself swept up off her feet. She was up in Annette's arms being carried as if being taken across a threshold by the taller woman.

"Where are you ta...?"

"To the bed," Annette interrupted as she kissed her in mid-stride to the four poster. She threw Amanda down upon the bed and joined her. The candles flickered on and the boom boom boom of the rave pounded from below.

If the cherubs on the gilded ceiling could have seen; what a sight they'd have beheld! Two gorgeous women - one blonde, one brunette; each gobbling quims. Before long, lips and tongues had cat-licked away any traces that a man had ever been inside either of the two women as juices flowed like warm scented myrrh. Carnal energy abounded as mouths, noses and fingers attacked puss-holes and assholes alike with equal fervor; rimming, circling, and poking with unbridled Sapphic passion.

Then there was a shudder; subsequently then a quake. More shudders and more shakes swayed the four-poster bed. A whimper arose from the face-to-crotch-face-to-crotch conjoined pair. The whimper became a pair of whimpers. The whimpers transformed into a moan, the moans were soon accompanied by thrashes. Then suddenly a howling duet rose to the cherubs on the ceiling as candles continued to flicker.

That was not all...oh no! There was much more for the cherubs and chubby cupids to see. Once the two had sufficiently recovered, hands found hips and lips found breasts. Two female forms sat upright and scissored legs in the flickering candles as a cooling breeze blew into the room and fluttered the flames, making their conjoined shadows dance in elegantly stretched patterns. Gash to gash the pair fused quims in a torrid trib-fuck that epitomized unbridled lust between two women who felt the deep hot burn for one another.

The two lost track of time; wallowing in bliss of the moment. There was no past, no present, no future; there was only the pair; becoming one. Just as Annette had melted into a man-woman singularity with Brad two nights previously, she now found herself melting into a feminine singularity with Amanda. It felt just as she'd gone back in time to the island.

There was now a stark realization for Annette. In the polyamorous pansexual horizon of her mind Annette knew she could love Brad someday; that she could feel in all its concrete reality. Equally so, she was in love still with Amanda and that was something she could not deny. Amanda felt and knew this too. There was only one question now and that question dealt with knowing how the other felt; whether or not trust would ever be possible. There was also something more urgently pressing at the moment; both were on the verge of cumming again hard!

Once again if the cherubs could see and move, they probably would have put their hands to first their mouths in shock, (and then their ears as the two women climaxed below). Again a great howling duet of thrashing sobbing joy rose to the ceiling; threatening to bring plaster crashing to the floor! Amanda fell upon Annette and then Annette rolled over upon Amanda; cradling the blonde's head in her arms and smothering her with kisses. The two shared a look into one another's eyes that spoke of warm happy contented love. It was a love the two were both keenly aware of.

Amanda looked at her watch. She rose from the bed. Annette threw arms around her and hugged her (playfully pulling her down upon her again but said nothing). She knew better. She hated possession; she hated clinginess and she hated anyone thinking they could own another. She simply asked a question.

"So how do I know if this means we can ever be an "us?"

"You don't just yet," Amanda said thoughtfully, "We don't for that matter, more importantly." The blonde got up and stepped to the door looking at her watch again. She still had duties downstairs and as a high priced call-girl; she was still on the clock.

"What if I stay this time?" Amanda said stopping at the door.

"You won't," Annette said soberly but with a smile on her face knowing it was alright. She'd let this dove fly where it needed to. Chances were it would be back fluttering at her window someday. She'd fetch some crumbs and let it in then too!

"What if I prove you wrong?" Amanda said half turning to her.

"I'll know if you don't get on that plane tomorrow." Annette said thoughtfully.

"Tomorrow is already here! Tomorrow is today," Amanda said looking at her watch. She could see the lightening sky growing paler and brighter on the horizon through the window. Dawn would be here soon. She stepped through the door and closed it behind her.

Annette sat in the dim room by herself alone. A solitary tear ran down her cheek. She wiped it away but it was replaced by another.

"Don't get on that plane Amanda," she with a quivering voice to no one in the room but herself, the cherubs, and flickering candles, "Please baby, don't get on that plane!"

Downstairs guest began to approach Anika and thank her for a splendid time. Soon the throng on the floor became a tiny mob and then it further shrank into a small crowd of ravers determined to make the sun come up. As the last of the die-hards looked at watches and decided it was time to go home, Anika said good-bye to them in turn.

Annette had come downstairs and found Shelby, Brad, and most importantly Ted (who'd not only been dancing with Shelby for the last hour but also with an over-sized bottle of champagne). By now she'd put on her brave face. No more tears for her. She walked up to the cubs and driver with all the confidence of a conquering heroine and told them she thought that "it was time." She did however, have just "one more little thing" to check off her list for the nights activities however before leaving and scurried off in the direction of the empty orgy pit in the middle of the ballroom.

"Where the fuck is she going?" Bradley asked incredulously.

"Its a post-orgy ritual of Annette's," Anika explained to Brad as she walked up to the group, throwing arms around everyone, "she scoops up all the spent condoms on the floor and one by one dumps each little scum-sack into one. She does this until she has a giant dick-sized water balloon full of baby-gravy!"

"It's sort of her version of a to-go plate!" Shelby added happily; hopping back and forth on her toes with a bubbly sort of energy that Brad and Ted found amazing at this early hour.

In about five minutes time Annette reappeared back up over the rim of the pit; holding up an "ever-so-full" condom of man-batter and cheering loudly in triumph. She was back to her old self again and not letting on to anyone that Amanda was still "camping-out" in her head. As she and the cubs said goodbye and many thanks to Anika, Amanda quietly slipped from the ballroom.

At the coat-check area Amanda found young Cedric; fully clothed again. He was carrying a mostly-empty chafing dish from the buffet down to the kitchen. She playfully crept up behind him and put her hands over his eyes.

"Guess who!" she called out happily.

"Oh Miss Amanda," Cedric said turning around, "I wanted to thank you for..."

"Oh no Cedric," she corrected him, "I wanna thank YOU!"

"Me," he answered, "for what?"

"For showing me a fantastic time on that swing!" she answered, "That is a lovely satisfying cock of yours!" He blushed. She found it attractive. For a fellow who'd been a virgin only a few hours before, he'd acquitted himself honorably.

"What are you up to this Sunday?" she asked him.

"Cleaning up here for a little while longer, then I'm off to home in the village. Will probably sleep the rest of the day."

"No girl to keep you company?" Amanda inquired.

"No Mahm," he answered, "and my mum is out of town so it is just me watching her house."

"Well Cedric," she told him; tracing a naughty finger on his chin while he still held the chafing dish, "you had my pussy and my mouth at this party. There will be other parties here and I suspect you'll be part of private gatherings upstairs. What do you say the next time I'm here... you have my ass?"

"I'd like that very much!" came the emphatic reply from the young man, (who couldn't believe a woman as gorgeous as this could ever express an interest in a nineteen-year-old lad like himself). He hoped he'd not blurted out his words too eagerly. He hadn't. His innocence made her clit throb.

"Good answer my beautiful boy!" Amanda squeaked happily. She turned around at the counter holding up a solitary finger to him; making him wait with the chafing dish (and feeling a bit silly). When her things arrived, Annette snatched a phone from inside her purse. She then turned to him and got his phone number.

"This way," she said to him as she keyed the number in, "I can give you a little jingle jangle when I am back in town, and you can give me your ding-a-ling! Sound good hon?"

"Yes," Cedric replied, "that's absolutely wicked!"

"Good," she said pulling him in for another kiss and as kisses went; it was one of those old1940s deals where you'd better get a gulp of air before executing. Her hands held his face for the longest time in a deep tongue-fucking snog. Cedric completely forgot how heavy the chafing dish was, and at the moment couldn't have cared if it was an anvil!

Amanda walked away to a changing room; leaving a stunned smiling Cedric holding the dish and staring off into infinity; a smile etched across his face. He licked his lips. She still tasted as exquisitely as she bloody-well looked! He made up his mind he would remember that lovely taste and smell forever if need be!

Amanda departed in her limousine and five minutes later, the limousine of Annette Bishop did the same. Annette had seen fit to have Teddy sit in the back with her as he'd done a superb job of emptying the gigantic Champagne bottle with great panache on the dancefloor. He was in good spirits and good spirits were in him; definitely not in a condition to drive.

Annette however was eternally grateful for all Ted had done for the group; both in the car, and on the bar, and the ballroom, and a dozen or so other places (not to mention the bedchamber).

She told Ted she was happy that he'd turned out to be such a "hard worker" ... above and beyond the normal parameters of his position as driver. He was therefore given a new position and task; that of "driving her" all the way back to the apartment!

She now got on hands and knees and begged Ted to fuck her bum-hole soundly. She was all "head-down and arse-up" as Ted stood with his own head out the sunroof of the limo; his cock deep inside Annette's naughty nether-cheeks for a good stout rump-reaming all the way home! The normally reserved chauffeur felt like the king of the world as he took Annette in the back of the car; the fields, villages, and countryside shooting by him rapidly. He laughed in the maniacal fashion of somebody who had not a single care in all the world; all while the wind whistled in his ears and Annette howled down below with hot buggered joy!

There was no need to worry about the skill of the driver behind the wheel either. Always dependable, the still naked but nonetheless sober and talented Shelby handled the limo expertly;Ted's driver's cap tipped jauntily to one side of her head as she drove! Next to her, a somewhat inebriated Brad sat in his cowboy boots and little red plastic cowboy hat; merrily giving the little Pixie directions and driving advice as she giggled and told him to simply "shut-it."

As Annette's black limousine (that was still technically the responsibility of Teddy), arrived at the basement garage under Annette's East End flat, there was a mad scramble for clothes and belongings as drunken shouts and happy comments echoed throughout the indoor car park. In the back of another limo up in Soho, the beautiful Amanda was nearly back to her hotel and executing a frantic mad scramble of her own; that for her phone in her purse. She found and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Don't get on that plane just yet, honey!"

"Karen," Amanda replied, "what's going on?"

"You are!" Karen announced, "Listen sweetheart...you impressed people (who will remain un-named), so much so at the party that I just got another gig for you! I'm extending your hotel reservation for a week. You'll be entertaining a bevy of Russian businessmen Wednesday Thursday and Friday! I'm sending you money for clothes- go shopping! I'll email you the details. Rest up and enjoy London! Good work girl!"

Amanda hung up the phone. She smiled. It was a sign. A shot of redemption. Now she just needed sleep however, (and a hot bath). She also needed to send a text message.

Back at the Manor in Anika's bedchamber; several shapes moved under the covers and giggles rose up from beneath. Anika's pretty blonde head popped up at one of her oversized pillows and she laughed happily as the pretty noggins of Sandra and Gisele appeared above the covers next to her to either side. Down at the opposite end of the covers, two Russian bums with delightful little foxtail butt-plugs scurried up under the comforters; their destination - the lovely quims of the two laughing Brazilians!

A moment later, and another shape moving under the covers and crawled between Anika's parted thighs. Anika moaned with selfish contentment as the bulge stopped at her quim for half a minute. It then continued its journey up the Scandinavian bombshell's form while Sandra and Gisele shrieked from the busy work of two Russian tongues below the bedsheets! Presently the genial face of Fabio appeared up from under the covers and he began to cheerfully suck at Anika's erect nipples.

"Fabio darling! You naughty boy," Anika squealed with delight, "You realize in a few hours I'll need you to get these two Brazilian beauties to the airport; along with their two coworkers who are still someplace around this house?"

"No worries Madame," Fabio reassured her as he reached over with eager fingers to tweak at Gisele's erect nipple, "I always get the job done!" Gisele sighed and nodded her head in agreement as the driver's thumb and forefinger pinched her gumdrop sized nipple into a swollen bon-bon of red flesh.

"Good!" said Anika reaching down and placing the Brazilian Chauffeur's penis to the notch of her pussy. She had a new requirement for him.

"Now dearest," she said already distracted by the large cock boring its way into the slick entrance to her cunny, "I have another job for you to do please; after all - you are the driver,(please start driving)!"

Fabio needed no direction. He sheathed is São Paulo python "ball's deep" inside Anika's perfect pink pussy. Her quim began to juice as he fucked her in his typically genial fashion. To either side of them a pair of lovely Brazilian heads shook and howled as ravenous Russian foxes gobbled their cunts down-beneath the comforters. Let it never be said that Anika didn't know how to throw a party!

In about an hour's time, a somewhat more sober and hastily dressed Teddy arrived with the limo back at Anthony's garage. He'd already been all over the car with another can of Cab Fresh but he was giving it the ole' "once again; just to be safe!" Anthony had just received a text message from Ted; telling him he was downstairs and waiting with the keys.

"How'd it go?" Anthony asked Ted when he arrived. From his appearance Anthony looked much better but his face was still pale. His eyes looked like he needed more pillow time. He was also secretly concerned about how much trouble Teddy might have gotten into if he'd not "stayed with the fookin' car.

"It went well. No problems. Very nice sorts; those people!" Ted answered, keeping his responses brief. He held out the keys from the open back door of the car as he finished with the can of cleaner. He made some comment about the bar being out of booze. Tony grunted something about not having to worry and that, "it always happened."

Tony now needed a look. His head peered inside as Ted continued to freshen up. He nodded at Ted; everything looked spotless.

"Did you ask any questions?" Tony asked.

"Of course not...other than where is this place we are going to," Ted replied.

"Did you stay with the car?" Tony asked.

"You know I did... why?" Ted told him. Tony shook his head and held up a hand; taking the keys and satisfied with the answer. Ted had saved his arse - no need to be ungrateful to a mate who'd just done that! His gig was safe.

Tony momentarily looked away to tuck his keys in a coat pocket. At that instant Ted spied something on the floor under the seat; brightly colored and frilly. His heart jumped and with deft hands Ted snatched it up from the floor; shoving it into his coat pocket without Tony ever being the wiser!

Tony thanked his friend and the two made promises to meet for a pint and bite to eat at their favorite pub. Ted then figured it was time for an exit. He walked from the garage and Tony headed back up the stairs to his bed and his head-cold medicines.

All that was ahead of Ted now was his walk back to the tube station and a quick ride home on the underground. As he headed along the street to the tube entrance, he fished for the frilly item in his pocket. He knew precisely what it was that he'd tucked away ever so stealthily while his friend was distracted.

He plucked the item from his coat and held it up to the morning sun to see it again. There in his hands was Shelby's thong underwear. On it; written in whorehouse red lipstick was her phone number for him, just as she'd left it. It must have fallen on the floor of the limo as he'd been cleaning. Next to the number, the naughty little pixie had made a big lipstick pucker for him to emphasize both her intent and the level of her interest in him.

"Will be giving that little bird a call I should think, and soon!" He stepped from the street and into the tube entrance.

Back at Annette's flat, Shelby had paired up with Felicia and headed off to the lovely Spanish maid's quarters for a well-deserved "sleeping-pill fuck." That left Brad and Annette in the master bed. Brad brushed his teeth using the brunette MILF's toothbrush as Annette checked messages.

She let out a gasp and a shriek. Brad finished rinsing his mouth and walked back to the bed concerned. Annette's face had a look of happy surprise. She told him it was alright and that she'd just received a message from Caesar that read,

"Dearest... big trouble in Tokyo. No time to explain. Catching the red-eye out this morning to the Tokyo Offices. No need for you to worry. I will see you in about a week dearest. I Love You." A second text from him read,

" P.S. I couldn't find the keys to those bloody handcuffs anyway." Annette giggled at this. She looked at a dresser drawer across the room. She'd hidden those keys in there a few days ago. He definitely wouldn't be sweating his horrid ugly form over her now - given the nature of this latest text!

"Alrigh' Brad," she announced happily, "I have you here for a week darling!"

She fell back on the bed and parted her legs; pulling her knees to her chest. She patted her pussy and gave her clit a little fiddle for him as much as for her. Her eyes beamed with anticipation at the prospect of a week without Caesar and she said,

"Alright lover, mount up and put me to sleep!"

Brad did as requested; sheathing himself into Annette up to the balls. He'd been "feeling the burn of jealousy" all night long as she'd been pounded and plied with one cock after another; right in front of him! Again he'd been effected by it but he was not about to show it. She liked that. He was cool and calm and strong. Now it was time for him to "take his." He converted that burn of jealousy into the heady heat of driving passion inside her, driving her wild and making her feel as she truly was the most beautiful goddess on this earth!

His cock rammed up to the back of her quim-chute; striking the back of her womb in the most agreeable way. As his weight crushed down upon her in just the heavy pinning fashion she so desired; Annette's phone buzzed again with another text. She held up the phone and looked at the screen as Brad's lovely veiny throbber went to work on her insides. The text read,

"I am staying until Friday at the very earliest. I guess you have an answer now to your question back at Anika's. Phone me later. Need a bath now. I love you!"

The cock pulled back and then shuttled forward in a pleasing stroke up into Annette's cunt-hole. Her quim began to dew-up; so did her eyes. Her clit began to throb. Her heart began to soar like a beautiful bird that had been set free. She shut off the phone and wrapped limbs around Brad's thrusting form. A tear ran down her cheek; a tear of joy. Amanda was staying.

Up in Soho, Amanda sat naked in a lovely steaming bath; her bed already turned down in the next room. She'd just finished texting Annette. She couldn't wait until she felt her soul mate next to her; feel her breasts, taste her lips, and drown herself in her lover's sex. First she thought she might need a couple hours sleep however. There was one other thing she might need that Annette couldn't provide...cock! She knew just the one she wanted! She dialed a number and put the phone to pretty blonde head of hair in the steamy bath.

"Cedric," she said as she stretched out one leg in the tub and made a splashing sound the boy could hear on the other end, "remember when I said you can have my bum the next time I am in town? Can you catch the train up from Surrey today?"​