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Looking around, Tamara watched her friend’s furtive eyes and smiled.

“Are you wondering where he is?”

Tamara giggled at her friend’s surprised reaction.

“I am, so where are you hiding your new house-guest? In the basement?”

Running her fingers over the velour of the sofa, she craved the sensuousness of being touched. The delicate rustle of her silk stockings caressed the taut cotton of her pencil skirt. Taking a seat in the sumptuous chair, she eased back.

“Your G&T.” announced Tamara as she took the seat opposite. Elise looked at the chilled, long tumbler and knew from the liquid’s bluish hue, it was strong and cold.

Sitting and leaning back into the generously appointed chair, Tamara smiled knowingly. She teased Elise with a silent pause.

Scrutinising her friend - Elise was on manoeuvres. She had fixed her hair up and lavished it with attention, her elegant make up had been applied with patience and time. Elise’s attire was pristine, clinical in terms of its seductive efficiency. The idea of the black lacy bra underneath her imperceptibly sheer satin white blouse was a masterstroke.

“His name is Erik and we keep him in the annexe flat, he seems perfectly happy there.”

Elise smiled, the game was on.

“Erik? That name rings a bell. Is it the same Erik that showed up at Natalia’s party with that delicious looking redhead? The one you thought was an escort?”

Tamara nodded coolly and placed her glass on the table.

“Yes, the very same. She is a call girl, an expensive one. What Erik didn’t know was our procurement of her services from time to time. It was our mutual taste in women that brought him to our attention.”

Her eyes widened at the revelation, “Tamara, he’s gorgeous.”

Tamara demurred to Elise’s excitement.

“Tam, I have no idea why he would need the services of a call girl. I imagine he could have any girl he wanted.”

With a wry smile, Tamara knew why, “Well, let’s just say that Erik’s tastes are on the esoteric side of the spectrum. That particular redheaded vixen is a purveyor of our kind of filth.”

“Oh.”

Elise knew what that meant, Natalia’s parties always stood up to their billing. “And Adam, how is he with this?”

Tamara shifted a little and her smile widened, “Oh, he’s good, I mean it’s what he wanted after all.”

Pausing to fix her eyes on Elise, Tamara lent in, “Who am I to deny him what he needs?”

“Needs?” Elise fingered the condensation on her glass, “That’s a strong word.”

“Adam is a naturally dominant man, you know that. Who am I to argue with him?”

Elise took another sip, the heat in the gin rose from the bite of tonic and lemon. It embraced the heat rising in her body. She felt it radiate from her core and pulse in her loins. The conversation boded well as Elise began to ache in anticipation. Tamara only ever invited her over for something more than a drink and a chat.

“Adam’s in France now though?” enquired Elise.

“Yes, he left a couple of days ago.”

Tamara took a sip of her own drink, a scotch with ice.

Letting out a small sigh, Tamara missed her husband already. His time away and hard work paid for all this before her. She was grateful for all he provided even if he was away for weeks on end. Erik was now her paramour. Someone to keep Tamara amused with intelligent conversation - and satisfy her particular carnal needs.

“So?” asked Elise expectantly giving in to her body’s craving for more salacious information.

Tamara raised a nonchalant eyebrow to feign puzzlement.

“Come on Tam, I’m on tenterhooks….”

Tamara sized her up and concluded that she had Elise in her thrall. It would be delicious agony for Elise if she slowly revealed what they had been doing.

Tamara laughed heartily.

“Tamara, you tease. I’m surprised you don’t look a wreck, the attention of two men to keep you company.”

Maintaining her air of detachment, only Tamara’s vivid eyes gave a hint of her pleasure.

“We keep him perfectly on edge for such a young specimen. On ice you could say, just like these drinks.”

Elise smiled demurely, “Young men in their twenties are energetic colts compared to your husband as a vigorous stallion.”

Tamara nodded her head, a tacit congratulation for playing along with her game of seduction. As a reward, she would turn up the heat a notch.

“Part of our agreement would be that he was caged.”

Elise almost choked on a sip of her drink, with a delicate momentary splutter she regained her exposure.

“Caged? You mean?”

Tamara nodded sagely, a slow luxurious gesture to encourage Elise to visualise what that meant.

“It’s all ours for when we want it - when we decide we want it. Erik’s always very grateful that way.” Tamara paused, “Very suggestible and attentive.”

Looking at Elise’s watery eyes, she maintained her cool dispassionate composure.

Tamara adjusted her posture, her body glowed with the thought of how Erik must be feeling right now. As she recalled their last assignation, that was three days ago. Three days at Erik’s age might as well have been three weeks.

“Wow Tam, you have given this some thought. You were very particular the last time we spoke. Is he everything you wanted?”

“He is Elise, whilst he is young and so eager to please, he has an old soul.”

Elise smiled at her wistful expression, “You’ve always had exquisite taste in men, haven’t you?”

Playfully with a tilt of her head, Tamara looked affronted, “Of course.”

“Sorry, rhetorical question.” Elise giggled nervously, “Sounds like both of you have what you want then?”

Tamara looked into her drink, whirled the remains of the ice in her glass and took another sip.

“We do. Adam’s tastes are so similar to me, his desires match mine perfectly.”

Elise’s hand toyed with the luscious velvet of her chair again, “I know those desires only too well, Tamara.”

The timbre of her voice carried the wealth of her experience. A pang of want washed through Tamara - her body tingled from its core. She looked to Elise inscrutably, to measure her desire, she knew it matched her own.

A look of subservience was the prelude to Elise’s words, “And Erik? Do his tastes match yours?”

“Erik’s tastes match ours. What he hasn’t experienced yet, we will teach him.”

Her perfunctory tone was the killer blow. Congratulating herself, she watched Elise take to her drink with a gulp rather than a sip. Elise had a vivid imagination and Tamara had exploited her fondness for words ‘in flagrante’ on more than one occasion.

Elise looked cautious, it was clear she was selecting her words carefully, “So is he? Y’know?”

With a slight crease of her lips, Tamara looked at her and nodded, “Submissive? Yes, he is, he’s so obedient and willing. When I have been with him, he’s been left exhausted and completely used.”

By the heave of Elise’s breasts and her elevated breathing, Tamara could tell she was aroused. Lingering on that thought, she knew there would be a delicious moist heat between her legs. It had been too long since she had experienced the taste of her sex and the rise and fall of her body to her touch.

Tamara looked to her manicured fingers and wondered how they might feel ensconced inside Elise. She savoured the anticipation of how she always tried to mutter her name in adoration in the height of passion. When that moment came today, Tamara resolved to capture that searing visual of her rapt body shuddering with one final groan.

-=-=-=-=-=-

The unyielding crunch of pea gravel under each footstep rattled off the sandstone walls. Walking gingerly behind her, Elise watched every confident step Tamara took in her tall heeled shoes. The elegant sashay of her hips left her fixated on her pert bottom. In contrast, each step Elise took grazed the cloying wet silk of her panties against her pulsating sex. The anticipation of being with Tamara again and the novelty of sampling Erik’s body savaged her. She had always been the object of their desire, now she would be the one in control of him.

The thumping from her chest rose in excitement as Tamara opened the door to the annexe.

Before them in the kitchenette, there he was making a cup of tea. The innocuousness of it contrasted with the lascivious thoughts Elise had for him. Tall, dressed in an open collar shirt and trousers, his warm smile directed at them melted Elise’s insides. He was lightly tanned with eyes that sparkled as he maintained his smile.

He was everything she remembered from Natalia’s party. It was lust at first sight. With cropped tousled brown hair and a friendly fresh face, she wanted him to sate her wretched body there and then.

Trim in close fitting clothes, Elise loitered with a long gaze at the slight bulge in his trousers. He was caged there as a supplicant to their biding. In all the sexual adventures they had together, Tamara was the bold one, the leader, the initiator. In Adam, she had met a man of equal standing, another sexual athlete. He was the only man that had ever dared to tame her and succeeded.

“Erik, this is Elise, a very good friend of mine.”

“Hi.”

Expecting the conformity of social niceties, Elise thought that Tamara would kiss Erik on the cheek as a greeting. Instead, she kissed him on the lips fully and lingered. Unable to take her eyes off them and rooted to the spot, Elise watched as Tamara took him under her spell.

Elise yearned to feel this lips against her too. Tamara was taking what she wanted and Elise craved them both. Completely engrossed as Tamara’s hands roamed over Erik’s body, Elise bit her top lip. Loitering on his chest, its slow descent arrived at his loins with a muffled growl eased from his mouth. Supine to her attention of him, Tamara defeated his belt and lowered his fly. With her elegant hand, it slid down to his crotch.

Elise wanted to touch herself so badly, to press her fingers against her slit and free her hot juices. Aching now with a gnawing need, Erik’s appreciative moans carried his frustration of being unable to harden.

“Take off your clothes, both of you.”

Tamara stood, hands on hips and watched. Their young bodies stretched and flexed as they cast off their clothes a garment at a time.

“Not a word from you Erik unless you are spoken to.”

Elise was down to her underwear, her taut waist and hips were captured in a snug fitting satin waspie. Lace fronted, its long black straps fastened to sheer black stockings.

“Mmm, Elise, very sophisticated. You look divine, leave that on but take your bra and panties off.”

Her breasts and the bare cleft of her sex framed by her lingerie was a tawdry sight for such a young, innocent looking face. Its juxtaposition left Erik unsure of where to look. Elise could feel his eyes staring at her sex, they bored into her as her insides churned with want.

“Elise, your turn.”

The moment had come, she was already breathless. As his lips grazed hers hesitantly, Elise pressed hers firmly against his. Her tongue drew his from his mouth. Taking his hand and pressing it to her breast, his caress raised her sexual ire. Following Tamara’s lead; she took what she wanted. Their kiss was fervent, wanting, full of unfulfilled desire. Overwhelming enough to force her eyes shut, she sensed Tamara’s close presence- her scent was unmistakable.

“Erik, time for your lesson.”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Freed from the encumbrance of silk and satin, Elise sat on the expansive bed. The annexe rooms were tastefully appointed, contemporary to suit younger tastes.

Blindfolded and prostrate before her, the sight of his anatomical majesty compelled her to cup her breast to pinch its nipple. Peals of rapturous electricity coursed into her sex as she grasped at what was buried inside her.

Tamara didn’t need to pressure her to wear the strap-on cock, it felt so powerful and so deviant between her legs. The snug fitting straps held it firmly in place, it was connected to her most sensitive places. Fitted with two plugs on the inside of the harness, they teased both her holes. Elise squeezed one with the walls of her sex, the pressure of the other one in her arse held her back. Wrapping her slight fingers around the shaft, it had a satisfying girth. She would take great delight in having it herself.

Prone with his cruciform arms fastened to the bed, Tamara held his black cord leash in her hand. Braced against his calves resting on her collarbone, she used the leash for purchase. Her naked body moved with the elegant economy of water seeking a route downhill. The key to release his helpless manhood swung from a platinum chain around her neck. Graceful hips moved with a gentle latitude delivering one smooth thrust after another into his body.

Tamara looked to him still caged; experiencing what he was expected to learn. The chrome rings held his cock firmly in place, his smooth heavy balls shook with each elegant thrust. Erik groaned slowly as she reached the apex and paused. He let out a softer groan as it eased from him.

Witnessing his supine body before her, Elise was commanded to watch. She wanted so much more but she knew better than disobey Tamara. Only her nipples were there to be caressed, she craved to feel the walls of her sex, the tightness of her arse with her fingers. They were as much imprisoned in the harness as Erik’s cock was in its cage.

Looking at him firmly in the eyes, the edge of Tamara’s mouth creased into a devious smile. She toyed with one of his nipples to get his attention.

“You like that Erik? Getting your tight arse fucked?”

“Yes, miss.”

“Tell me you want it?”

“Ohhhh! Yes, Yes Miss!”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want to be fucked in the arse.”

Tamara purred as she drove into him a little harder.

“Mmm, good boy.”

Elise placed her hand on him, the warmth of his skin felt so taut and soft to her gentle caress. His hairless body was immaculately groomed, Tamara would not have him presented in any other way. Feeling his youthful muscles tighten and relax with each thrust, Elise caressed his body to familiarise herself with him. Each soft caress was a tacit, silent adoration of his fine physique. She would gladly let him have her, if Tamara allowed it.

Watching Elise’s wistful expression, Tamara eased out a delicate gasp of her own. The drag on the cock teased that spot inside her. Capturing Elise’s attention, she rose to kiss Tamara fully. The surging need to feel connected to Tamara in this moment was overwhelming. Reciprocating, Tamara drove harder into Erik’s groaning helpless body. As his moans grew louder and more pronounced, Tamara caressed Elise’s pert breasts as they shared a long searching kiss.

Breathless, she looked to Tamara with doleful eyes. It was a look of hunger etched on Elise’s face.

“You are so in need aren’t you?”

Elise was spellbound, she nodded at the question.

“Aw, poor thing.”

Tamara toyed with a stubby nipple watching Elise’s blissful reaction. The pout of her candy pink bee-stung lips demanded to be kissed. Over the top of her breasts was a mottled rash of arousal. Tamara imagined her elfin body astride him, grinding herself against him tied and helpless. She had seen Elise do such a thing at a party. The application of her feminine wiles was ruthless then, with Erik, he would be begging for his climax.

“Elise, do you want him?”

With the strap-on cock standing proud from her body, she knew what was expected of her.

“He’s lying on the bed, so helpless. You can have him when I have finished with him. Now, I want to see him suck that cock.”

Elise stifled his moans from Tamara’s reliable tempo, he took to it so willingly. With her fingers woven through his hair, she held him in place. The drag from his mouth pulled tenderly on the plugs inside her. It was subtle and scant reward for her effort but she embraced it nonetheless. Seeing the look of desperation on their faces made Tamara purr with desire.

“Erik, you want to be freed don’t you? Freed to use your cock on us?”

Acknowledging her game, Elise fed the cock into his mouth denying him an answer. His yelps were his reply as Tamara laughed playfully at his predicament.

“There are two soaking wet pussies here that would happily drain your balls for you.”

Stifled moans were his reply again.

“Good, good. You are a fast learner, earn it.”

Elise looked at Tamara as she let his legs fall to the bed. Easing up from him, she pulled at the clasps. The plug in her sex fell from her, black and wet, it caught the dappled light and glistened. She had to tug a little to relieve her body of the other one wedged in her arse.

Naked before her, she placed the ensemble on the bed and knelt close to her body. Toned, slim, Elise’s yearned for her touch. With a long slow kiss, Tamara fuelled the gnawing in her body.

“Taste.”

Tamara fed it to her assertively, enjoying Elise’s tongue sliding up and down her digit. Enjoying the sweet musky taste of her juices, it aggravated her own cravings.

“Now, your turn.”

A prickle of excitement made the small hairs on her neck stand up. Emulating Tamara’s position, the weight of Erik’s legs against her felt surprisingly light. Pressing the end of the cock against his entrance and with a single push - she defeated its tight opening. Gently she pressed on as Erik’s body tensed and then fell into the bed with a heavy moan. Lacking the economy of Tamara’s movements, her technique was still effective. With each thrust, Erik growled in response.

“There. Very good. You are fucking your first man. Feels good doesn’t it?”

Tamara was right, the delicate pull from the plugs inside her felt sublime. Her face betrayed how good it felt as Tamara laughed. Her body had been held back for what felt like an eternity, she had watched the lewd display for what felt like longer. Now, the intoxicating power of the cock fastened to her was laid bare. She pushed into him, she looked down to witness it sliding into him. Pausing at the apex of her thrust, she taunted him sliding it slowly out before pushing it back in.

She felt Tamara silky smooth hands on her. The grazing contact of her body against her back and her taunting of her nipples surged that churning pressure into her sex. With ten delicate fingertips, they roamed over her body savouring every undulation and curve. It was sublime torture as she deliberately skirted her breasts. Unable to stop, Elise began to gasp with every delicate caress. Transcending her rational mind, her need was now a savage single-minded lust.

Erik was still meekly groaning. The power over his predicament and her submission to Tamara’s touch was an explosive conflict that raged through her body. It was much a lesson for Elise as it was for Erik. She was at the brink of begging for relief herself, she would trade her soul for the climax her body demanded.

Leaving her at the brink of pleading to her, Tamara hands left her body.

“Keep fucking him.”

Struggling to register even that simple command, Elise watched Tamara straddle his face. Aiming her sex to his smooth shaved face, she watched Tamara’s countenance soften.

“Elise, his tongue is in my cunt.”

Watching her hips smear her juices over his face, the searing image scorched inside her. Elise would do anything to feel another’s touch.

Guiding his tongue to the places she wanted it, Tamara closed her eyes with the pleasure he was gifting her. Automatically, Elise’s body wanted the sensations from the plugs inside her to respond. Such was her craving, she had learned how to get them by fucking Erik faster with more urgency. So absent-minded was her pursuit of pleasure, Erik’s response was immediate. Tamara began to moan as he enthusiastically took to her sex.

“Mmm, fuck I can feel how much he likes that.”

Reaching for her necklace astride his body, in a moment, the padlock eased from the cage. Finally freed, Tamara reached for his cock. Unable to tear her eyes away, Elise watched as he grew with each idle stroke from her hand.

His impressive girth swelled before her eyes, Tamara took her hand to his cock.

“Slowly Elise, enough to keep him hard, not enough to make him cum.”

As Tamara moaned, the flexing shaft in Elise’s hand was an imposing weapon that she craved to feel. Driving into him, the agony of stroking his fleshy hard cock made Elise pant. Her longing for it consumed her, she knew that he would stretch her tight sex but could not care less. She would happily swap places with Erik to get it.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Hard and upright, his cock was soaked. Erik’s breathing was frantic and ragged as he sought his own frustrated relief. Astride Erik’s mouth, Elise watched Tamara’s flushed body fall on her side to the bed. Coarsely snatching quick breaths of her own, she laid softly trembling on the bed. With his tongue working on Elise’s sex once more, he obediently lapped at her swollen wet clit.

“Wooo, that was a big one.”

Conspiring with Erik according to Tamara’s instructions, Elise’s fingers were enough to tip her over the edge as she rode his cock. Taking each one in turn, she savoured Tamara’s juices as his tongue flicked at the hard slippery nub of her clit. Her body pulsated relentlessly with desire, it was unbearable. Looking to Tamara, she hoped she would notice the desperate look on her face.

“You can cum darling, cum on his face for me.”

Braced with her elbows locked on top of him, Elise closed her eyes and eased out a pouting gasp. Erik’s pursed lips were sucking on her clit, with a flick of his tongue, a soft gasp eased from her.

Elise watched as Tamara reached out for his cock. Stroking him slowly to prolong his torture, Erik’s tongue was relentless. Lashing at her sex, it was coarse but effective. So wrapped up in her need for release, she rubbed her sex against him.

Denied for so long, it felt like a mountain to climb. Almost numb from the sensory overload for so long, his ravaging tongue dragged her body to its peak.

That first time she ever saw Tamara, Elise was wet for her. Seeing her naked in the gym changing rooms, she thought she could surreptitiously admire her tall, lithe body. Elise would masturbate and fantasise about her once she got home. She remembered how Tamara was waiting for her outside the gym and how she fingered her to thunderous climax in a quiet lay-by.

With a loud groan, Elise looked helplessly at Tamara so she could witness her climax. She smiled back as Elise’s crumpled body exploded; her cunt fixed firmly on Erik’s eager mouth. Tearing through her, all the denial, the sensations and the new experiences surged through as a brutal motive force. Driving her sex onto his mouth with stuttering violent hips, it detonated hard in explosive waves.

Hopping from him, she clasped her sex as the diminishing spasms coursed through her body. She could never have her orgasmic clit touched and sought the solace of the cool cotton sheets on her raging body.

“Oooh, Elise, you naughty girl. You really needed that didn’t you?”

With a feeble nod of her head and her full lips parted for air, Elise’s eyes conveyed her relief in place of words. Elise ran her fingers through her hair. Her body glowed with the refractory warmth of her climax.

“Good for another one?” asked Tamara

With a gesture to his hard cock, he was writhing on the bed seeking attention.

“Is there something you want to say Erik?”

Obediently, he nodded.

“Speak.”

“Can I cum miss?”

Taking his shaft, Tamara admired its heat and its firmness. It was at its zenith, each vein was plump along the thick length of his cock. Caressing his balls, he groaned helplessly and Tamara wondered how full they were. Watching her, Elise pondered the same question, they looked so heavy and big.

Cupping them, Tamara gave them a squeeze. With a sharp intake of air, his cock viciously flexed.

“Do you want to make him cum?”

Elise looked a little staggered by the question, “Really? He’s yours.”

Tamara looked at her, “I can have his spunk any time I like and anyway I want it. I want to see you fuck it out of him. I want to see it leak from you.”

“Elise is going to help you Erik.”

Elise’s insides churned as the embers of her desire reignited, her body told her it wanted more. She was a slave to her desire, she embraced how she had partaken in this act of decadent depravity. A stranger’s spunk shooting inside her, a man she had met not an hour ago would desecrate her tight young sex with his essence.

It would be a perfect display for Tamara to witness.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

She had been directed to do it - to slowly torture him to the point of release and then hold him back. Easing off his blindfold, he was instructed to watch Elise fucking him. She held the leash to his collar, riding him with the self-assurance that Tamara expected of her.

All the time, he was silent, tied down but his body was anguished. He writhed in response to her hips, he knew better than to become forceful. Submissive to Elise’s confident body, his servility was so arousing, it made fucking him slowly almost impossible.

Watched how the thick ridge of his cock disappeared into the tight slit of her young apprentice, Tamara softly kissed her neck. Teasing Elise as she imperviously rode him, she softly clutched at her breasts.

Stoking that pressure inside herself to such an extent, a hair trigger separated fucking him from another climax. Tamara could sense it, holding back was as much agony for Elise as for Erik. They had been so obedient, now was the time to be merciful.

Sucking on her earlobe, Tamara’s hot breath made Elise moan.

“You rode my husband like this remember?”

Her airy breathing was a mere whisper, her voice was too, “Yes, yes I remember.”

“What did he do to you after I revived him?”

A soft groan left her mouth, “He… He fucked me in the arse.”

Tamara rolled one nipple between her fingers as she found her sodden clit with her spare hand.

“Yes, imagine how Erik will react when I untie him and leave you with him for a while.”

Elise groaned, her mind raced at the thought of switching to be his quarry, to be skewered by his rampant cock. She wanted to be fucked hard and reduced to a ragdoll for his pleasure. Filled in both her holes, she would drain him to the last drops in any hole he chose for his relief.

“He needs to be emptied, can you imagine the hot glow of your bruised cunt after he’s pounded you?”

Her hips responded first, no words were needed. She wanted that badly, to leave here feeling used and sated. Tamara’s sexual inquisition always drove the depravity from her mind and into reality.

“The gape of your freshly fucked arse with his hot load deep inside you.”

Her voice was a feeble croak, her words were unbearable to hear. Slipping out of the rational world, her body starting to seize as she ground her sex against the base of his cock.

“Go get him, make him spunk for you.”

Erik’s moaning had an animal malevolence about them, Tamara looked into his eyes as they pleading with her in return.

“You can cum now, Erik.”

Tamara held Elise’s chin and took a heady passionate kiss from her full lips. Elise was writhing against him, driving his cock into her with new energy that made every sinew of his body tighten. The spring in her thighs propelled her upward and then to fall onto him. His cock grazed the enflamed walls of her sex encouraging over-tensed muscles to take their fill.

“Tamara, T... T... Tamara.”

He felt so hard and swollen as she took him, locking her arms and driving her hips with vigour to claim her prize. She felt the impending release her burden and seized the opportunity; that dull leaden ache had to be expelled.

She was tensing, it throbbed through her and kept building with overwhelming speed. Ratcheting up with each lunge from her hips onto him - he met her fully with each one. With a furious deafening growl and a desperate final stab - a deep warmth began to spread inside her. Meeting it with fierce convulsions of her own, it seized her wretched body. Shaking violently from her core, she clamped hard on him impossible to squeeze him any tighter. Sliding against the sensitive muscular walls, she convulsed harder and harder. With a croak, she shook with such violence, Tamara’s tight embrace held her firm.

Astride him, each diminishing convulsion provoked moans and then whimpers from Erik. She had milked him into her, its sticky warmth coursing in her loins held deep inside her by his still spasming cock.

From the chaos, his body slumped into the bed, his ribs rising and falling for air. She gingerly eased herself from him, his pearly white cream falling from her body. Tamara took her in her arms and pressed against her, against her body Elise’s heart beat wildly.

One soft reviving kiss followed another until Elise was hungry for more.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Closing the door to the annexe, Tamara felt a trickle of Erik’s seed run down her bare thigh. She looked at Elise, gone was the pristine coiffeur of her hair and the finesse of her immaculate makeup. Her cheeks glowed from exertion and her body moved with a louche ease.

They had both conspired to empty him and left him on the bed, breathless and sweating. Once freed from his constraints, Erik was possessed to achieve one carnal objective - to quench his desire.

He had taken them both – twice.

From the delicate gait of her hips, Elise could still feel him there, in her pussy and arse. She had what she wanted, both holes filled with his seed.

“Did you enjoy that Elise?”

She smiled, “Now who is asking rhetorical questions?”

Tamara laughed, “Well, if you are going to be sarcastic, I won’t put you up tonight.”

Elise smiled, “You mean?”

“I think me and you need some more time together.”

Tamara softly placed her hands on her face and with a sensual kiss sucked softly on her lips.

“Don’t we?” asked Tamara insistently.

“I’d like that.”

“Cocks and the men attached to them can be such vulgar brutes. Now, your mouth on the other hand is like warm velvet – it feels so heavenly.”

“Mmm, Tamara.”

“Now I’ve ordered us a massage each at eight, she has delightful hands. A long soak together after that with some champagne and we’re going to be at it until dawn.”

Elise stepped up onto her toes to kiss Tamara in gratitude.

“Erm, Erik? Not a big talker is he?”

Tamara laughed, “Well, it’s a case of speak when you are spoken to, you know that.”

“I’d forgotten that, good point.”

Taking her hand into her hers, Tamara led her to the house.

“You are a graduate of the annexe aren’t you?”

“Yes, Tamara.” Elise paused letting a smile develop on her face, “That I am.”