One Week In October

"Donald Duck boxers as well" I chortled

This time there was more resistance, so with a single swift tug on the left leg I dropped them to his knees. Now unable to maintain eye contact his head swivelled round and round the cubicle as if somehow we couldn't see him if he didn't look at us. We were presented with a fine specimen of young manhood which rose proudly from his groin, his ample scrotum was taught and obviously screaming to expel its creamy load.

I squeezed into the side of the cubicle next to Emma and pulled Daniel forward so that Emma's gaze was only inches from his cock, I placed my hand on the back of Emma's head and gently pushed forward, she opened her mouth and engulfed the pulsing head of his dick. Next I lifted her right hand and wrapped her fingers around his stiff shaft and started to work her hand up and down its length. A few moments later Emma lifted her head, looked at me and was about to ask a question when a huge jet of sticky semen blasted her left cheek, initially unable to identify the source of the assault she turned and looked at Daniels dick only to blasted full on the face with another quart or two of spunk. I glanced up at Daniels to see his eyes forced tight shut and his clenched teeth bared like a frightened animal, white knuckled fists framed his young face as yet another spasm shot his cream into Emma's face, looking down at Emma I was unable to contain my laughter. The shocked look on her face was a sight to behold in its own right but add to that the man juice that was dripping from her nose and her chin and running from her forehead down over her cheeks, the whole scene looked farcical. A few moments later Emma released her grip on Daniels softening cock and she too saw the funny side and started giggling, as we both looked up at Daniel the sheepish look he was wearing only fuelled the hilarity and he too joined in the laughter.

Within a few minutes we had all managed to compose ourselves and Emma had grabbed a wad of toilet paper and cleaned herself up. A moments awkward silence was the signal for the proceedings to continue and I pulled Emma far enough forward on the seat to allow easy access to her pussy. I opened her legs as wide as her restricted movement would allow and looked up at Daniel, Emma gasped as I inserted two fingers deep into her wet pussy and my thumb found her pleasure button, I stroked in and out a few times and as I withdrew Emma exhaled what seemed like considerably more breath than she could have inhaled. Straightening up I ran my sticky fingers around Daniel's lips and pushed them between his teeth and stroked his tongue

"Now Daniel I think it is only fair that you return the favour" I contested

With that I placed one hand on his shoulder and pushed him down onto his knees. He needed no further encouragement, instantly his face found the target and he was furiously lapping at her slick pussy. Had she been akin to Daniel it would all have been over in under a minute, fortunately that was not the case. With her head thrown back Emma's face muscles slackened as she succumbed to the primeval pleasure being offered to her, instinctively her hips thrust her pussy harder into Daniels attentions and I imagined her skin begin to tingle. As I watched her being driven further and further along the road to ecstasy she slowly opened her eyes and smiled up at me, the aura of peacefulness and contentment that surrounded this beautiful young woman made her look almost angelic, I recognised the feeling of bliss as your very soul swims towards the ultimate gratification. I smiled down at her and in a way envied the voyage of discovery she would chart over the coming years (until eventually her journey would lead her to her soul mate with whom she could eternally share the beauty of human union, she too would find her Andy). I snapped out of my daydreaming by the increased volume of the whimpering coming from Emma, I looked down to see Daniel now lapping directly at her clitty while stroking three fingers in and out of her pussy, still gazing up at me Emma had leaned back on one arm and was thrusting against every inward stroke of Daniel's fingers. Without warning her free hand slid up my skirt and found my soaking pussy, her fingers slid easily over my dampness. She explored the moist velvety folds of my lips with her finger tips running them round and round, as she brushed against my engorged clitty a bolt of high voltage electric current raced down my spine and out of my toes. The very tip of a slippery finger nudged at my sensitised anus before entering only a few centimetres. Her whimpering had turned to guttural groans and squawks and I realised what she was doing to me was entirely for her own pleasure and that my needs would have to wait. For agonising seconds Emma had gripped Daniels head tightly between her thighs, with a fistful of hair in either hand she was fucking his face, thrusting hard against him, finally her climax was upon her, devouring her spasm wracked body and consuming her consciousness, oblivious to her surroundings she screamed her ecstasy and welcomed in her ultimate gratification. When the after shocks had subsided Emma relaxed and slumped back against the wall releasing Daniel from her vice like grip, he filled his lungs to capacity with a long drawn out inhalation, an ever broadening grin spread rapidly over his face. The residue of Emma's satisfaction dripped freely from his chin

"Holy Shit" muttered Emma "That's never happened before"

It turned out that while Emma had indeed been sexually active for a number of years she had never had anyone eat her pussy let alone experience an orgasm through someone else's efforts. As Emma wallowed in the warm post orgasmic glow, I glanced down at Daniel and noticed his erection had re-appeared.

"Looks like Daniel is ready to go again" I commented

Taking Emma by the elbow I managed to manoeuvre her into a standing position and turned her around to face the back wall, bending over she was able to support herself with her hands on the toilet seat. Stretching the jeans wrapped around her ankles there was just sufficient leeway to allow on foot either side of the base of the toilet. Turning to Daniel, who was **********

"I don't think you guys need me anymore"

Part XIOpportunity not to be missed (MF,fetish)

Back in the corridor I turned right and headed towards the bar area, a Macallans would go down a treat right now I thought. I ordered my drink from an Alf Garnett look-alike whose bright red, blue veined nose made me wonder if the bar hadever made any profit. I glanced up at the old wall clock above the bar 6:15pm the hands announced, plenty of time given that the restaurant was only a ten minute cab ride from here. When my drink arrived I devoured half in a single swallow, the familiar warm velvety feeling offered me hugs and security, it tasted of Andy. As I sipped the remainder of my drink I glanced around the room at "the usual suspects" who frequented the bars in this area at this time, a mixture of tradesmen finishing their shift and the employmentally challenged who spent most of the day there but only bought their own drinks on giro day. As I drained the final drops from my glass I checked the time once again 6:05pm. I checked again 6:05pm, staring at the clock didn't seem to explain the discrepancy.

"Is that the correct time " I asked Alf

Looking up at the clock he announced " Five to Seven love"

"Its one of them clocks that goes backwards love" he smiled " Good aint'it"

He strolled off chuckling to himself as he had done a thousand times before to strangers who had deemed to enter the sanctity of his kingdom.

"Fuck – I've blown it!" came tumbling from my mouth.

I threw the glass on the bar and hurriedly made my way back to the Ladies , just as I turned into the corridor I heard Groucho approaching from the other direction – not yet in view but very close. Unable to quickly think of a reasonable explanation for my presence after he had witnessed me leaving earlier , I jumped into the first available doorway and let the door swing closed behind me, I I held my breath and listened at the door, he was still approaching, I looked around for an alternative hiding place

"Jesus H Christ!"

I was in the Gents. I dove into the first available cubicle and sat down just as the main door swung open. Groucho entered whining about something to someone, they both relieved themselves at the long aluminium urinal along the side wall and continued to chatter. Unlike the Ladies Room the walls were covered in graffiti and the heavy toxic aroma of urine was almost unbearable. Outside taps were turned on, paper towels pulled from the dispenser and the eventually the main door swung open and closed again. I breathed a sigh of relief and stood up to leave when the handle to my cubicle rattled.

"Sorry Mate" said the voice

It was Groucho, he hadn't left at the same time as his whinging buddy. The door to the cubicle next to me rattled open, he entered and snapped the lock closed. I listened as clothing was undone and he sat down. Not relishing the thought of being in close proximity when the Neanderthal performed his necessary functions, I sat absolutely still and tried to conjure up pleasing images in my minds eye. Suddenly my peripheral vision picked up movement, I turned to see a wad of tissue wriggling in a hole about three inches in diameter in the wall between the cubicles, I watched fascinated as moments later it fell to the floor. A plumb stubby nicotine stained finger appeared through the hole

"Hey Buddy" said the voice

The intonation indicated no answer was required and that the owner of the voice was merely attracting my attention, as suddenly as it had appeared the finger disappeared and was replaced with a rolled up twenty pound note. It too fell to the floor, confused and curious I stared at the note, I looked back at the hole as a semi erect circumcised penis made its way to my side of the wall. The penny dropped, Groucho was paying to get off, I could hardly contain myself, eventually I had to cover my mouth and nose with both hands to stop my amusement being detected. This was too good an opportunity to miss, suddenly I had an idea and snapped up the banknote from the floor, rummaging in the inside pocket of my raincoat I dug out a pen and wrote "Sucked or Fucked?". With the palm of my hand I gently eased his dick back through the hole and slipped the banknote ba through. I listened as he fumbled around and a few moments later the banknote re-appeared. I unrolled it to see "Sucked" had been written on the opposite side from my question. Stuffing the banknote into my pocket I lent forward and sucked the head of his dick into my mouth. As his erection fully developed I was able to grasp the shaft in my left hand and started to work it up and down, muffled groans emanated from next door. Hoping to get this over and done with as quickly as possible I increased the pace as soon as he was fully erect. Soon the groaning grew louder and the first traces of moisture oozed from the end of his dick. Just then the main door opened and someone entered, Groucho fell silent but I upped the pace and sucked more vigorously at the head. Taken by surprise, the first jet of seed blasted the back of my throat, I immediately pulled back out of the way but continued wanking , the second lot oozed out of the end and ran down my fingers to drip onto the floor. Already he was softening and pulling himself back through the hole. I released him, stood up and spat in the toilet – this was business not pleasure – I cleaned up with some tissue and sat down waiting for him to leave. Once he had recovered and arranged his clothing I heard his door unlock then the swing door open as he left, I breathed a sigh of relief and stood up, unlocked the door and step out of the cubicle.

"You better not be stealing my tricks honey – this is my pub"

I was immediately confronted with one of the least convincing transvestites I had ever seen, his shoulder length silvery white nylon wig framed his jet black African features, as he spoke his nostrils flared and his foul breath clambered over my nose and mouth leaving me almost giddy.

"I got me an appointment at seven – you best not have stole it – I would have to cut you bitch " it squawked

"No such luck sweetheart – ain't made a penny all day" I replied "You take care now!" I added as I pushed past and left.

Fortunately the corridor was empty and I headed towards the ladies, even before I opened the door I could hear Emma in the throes of another orgasm. When I entered I was alarmed to see a middle aged woman wearing a camel overcoat and a headscarf wrapped around her grey hair, standing outside Emma's cubicle staring at the door. She hadn't heard me enter and jumped when I tapped her on the shoulder. The startled, guilty look on her face quickly changed to a smile as she nodded towards the cubicle door and lifted a finger to her lips signing me to be quite and listen. As Emma's squeals diminished there was a roar from Daniel as he obviously made it over the edge.

"Lucky bitch" the woman smiled and disappeared back out into the corridor.

Allowing them a few moments to recover I then knocked on the door

"Its me Daniel – open the door"

With a click the lock was opened and the door swung open, Daniel still had his dick firmly planted in Emma's pussy and was panting heavily. I closed the door behind me and turned to Emma.

"How you doing sweetheart – Daniel taking care of you?"

"Christ Stacey – he's come twice since you left and he's still hard" she exclaimed

Daniel smiled and nodded in agreement.

I pulled him back from Emma and sure enough his hard cock slurped and popped out of Emma's pussy. I turned him around to face me and put one hand on his shoulder and pushed him down to sit on the floor, I indicated for him to shuffle back until his back was against the toilet. Meanwhile Emma remained where she was, her naked ass and gaping pussy in full view, I placed my hand under Daniels chin and tilted his head back to rest on top of the toilet seat leaving him staring directly into Emma's spunk filled pussy.

"You made the mess – You clean it up" I ordered

With that I pressed down on Emma's back and she lowered her pussy onto his face. It was apparent that Daniel was partial to a little munching as he attacked it with the same vigour as before. Meanwhile I knelt down and took his hard dick in my right hand and started working it up and down. Contented moans from Emma confirmed she approved of my latest move as Daniel slurped and lapped like a puppy. As I watched my hand work his still hard dick I thought about Daniels situation, he had only ever had sex once and that was eight months ago and today he had managed to come three times in the space of an hour and was fast approaching another one. A few minutes later his stomach and thighs were twitching as he groaned into Emma's sloppy pussy, when he did come unsurprisingly he only managed a few dribbles of ejaculate, I guess he was running on empty.

Once we had all cleaned up we left via the bar, I glanced up at the clock 5:30pm the hands lied – I was already 30 minutes late. Alf offered an insincere farewell as we stepped out into the blustery evening and I hailed a cab from the taxi rank across the road. As he swung around Daniel informed me that he and Emma were heading to another pub to talk and they would see me in the morning, as I kissed his cheek goodnight he whispered in my ear

"Thanks Stacey"

I hugged Emma and jumped into the back of the cab. After giving the driver the address I sat back and wondered how I was going to handle the rest of the evening, quite apart from the fact that I was now as horny as a nun in a cucumber patch, I knew that"Pinky"would be furious at my tardiness.

Part XIIPinky's Club (MF, public)

We pulled up outside the restaurant and the driver checked the meter and turned to me

"That'll be £8.50 love"

As I rummaged around in my handbag I suddenly realised that I had not made it to an ATM, whats more I hadn't paid for Alf's drink, cheers Alf that one is on you. I looked up at the driver with the cutest little girl expression I could muster; the "Shit not another one" look on his face told me he knew what was coming next.

"Keep the meter running – I'm only going to be ten minutes then I need to get back to ******" I stuttered

Offering him my credit card

"Here hang on to this till I get back"

His face relaxed and he nodded, I had counted on the £40 run across town be sufficient incentive for him to stay, fortunately I was right. I jumped out of the cab and approached the smoked glass doors of Nick's. A uniformed doorman swung open the doors and ushered me to the Maitre'd station.

"Good evening Madame – you have a reservation?" he asked politely

"I am with the Sadler party " I informed him

"Ah yes – this way please"

I followed as he moved off into the main restaurant, judging by the décor the designer had visited Terrance Conan's place in Soho before he had taken the commission for this place. Minimalist adequately described the surroundings, all part of the current trend to leave plush comfortable surroundings to the masses and get the advantaged back to stone floors and wooden seats. Oh well that's progress I mused. As we approached Sadler's table it was obvious that they were just finishing the main course, to my surprise there were already five seated at the table and one vacant chair.

"Mr Sadler sir - the last of your party has arrived". Announced the Maitre'd as pulled my seat out from under the table.

I sat down and awaited my lecture.

"Glad you could join us Mistress Holden" said Sadler

"May I introduce my other guests"

I glanced around the table waiting for him to begin, after a few seconds of silence I turned back and looked quizzically at Sadler.

"May I?" he repeated

Now I was really confused, no lecture on tardiness - Mistress Holden – asking permission to speak – Like a bolt of lightning it struck me.

"Oh do get on with itPinky" I ordered.

The gamble paid off.

"Very well Mistress" he started " You know Mistress Angela of course, to her left is Mistress Ami and next to you Mistress Elizabeth and on your right Master Dean"

Goddamnit this was freaky.

"ExcellentPinky Now! champagne and some oysters for me I am famished "

As Sadler instructed the waiter, who had since appeared, I glanced at each of my dinner companions in turn. Mistress Angela aka Ms White had certainly "scrubbed up not bad" as they say. She was appropriately attired in a long black velvet dress which was cinched around the waistline giving her a full hour glass figure, with her hair up and pinned with black velvet diamond studded clasps she looked quite stunning, particularly since she had ditched the winged spectacles.

Mistress Ami was no more than twenty one I guessed. No mistaking her main attraction – a 36 EE bust which was wrestling with her low cut black taffeta gown and by the look of things the bust was winning and would be free any minute now. Her long blonde hair was in stark contrast to the pillar box red lips and nails, despite her lack of sophistication shewas very pretty. The middle aged Mistress Elizabeth was an entirely different kettle of fish, she oozed wealth and sophistication, her black sleeveless gown was of heavily embroidered raw silk, the black embroidery on the bodice depicted the silhouette of a prize steeplechaser with rider following the hounds over a boundary fence. Streams of blue white light bounced off the diamond choker around her neck and matching bracelet around her slim wrist. Her posture, poise and air of self confidence were definitely a product of Switzerland and old money. Master Dean was around my age but with the complexion of an 18 year old. Steely blue eyes crouched under jet black eyebrows and slicked back hair; he was a handsome rugby playing type who looked decidedly uncomfortable in a dinner jacket.