Posh's Dilemma II Ch. 04

What had they done to her? She watched the screen, fascinated, listening for their words so that she could understand what had happened.

“Fuck me Emma, she’s gorgeous,” said Nathan looking down at Victoria’s stationary body.

“And she’s all ours for a while,” replied Emma gleefully.

The watching Posh swallowed hard, a warm feeling of desire beginning to ache once more between her legs in anticipation of what was about to unfold.

On screen Nathan took hold of Posh’s waist and easily flipped her over. He paused and stared down at the delicious body he had fucked only hours earlier at the gym. He turned and smiled at Emma.

“Go on then,” she urged. He shifted, and took hold of Victoria’s chest pressing her breasts softly together, and then he covered them with light kisses through the T-shirt that she still wore.

Meanwhile, in the present, Posh groaned quietly as she watched the scene unfold.

"Always did have such fantastic tits, your mate,” remarked Nathan, on screen, as he pulled off Victoria’s T-shirt.

“That accounts for the T-shirt then,” Posh said to herself.

He continued with his light caresses, and then pulled her sleeping form up against him. Victoria’s body fell across his and he kissed her unresponsive lips hungrily, hands trailing up and down her back, into her hair and down around the curve of her bottom.

"Mmmmm, delicious whore,” he groaned. Emma swallowed hard just as the viewing Posh did.

“Take a look at her pussy Nathe,” Emma urged.

He drew her closer to him, still on her back, hips near his shoulders, her thighs parted, unwittingly spread open for him; his head moved to Victoria’s groin and he breathed her in like a flower. Taking the elastic waistband of her panties he wound them down her long legs, and dropped them onto the floor.

“So that’s where they went,” she thought to herself. Glancing down off the bed it was also where they still were.

Spreading the pink pussy lips with his fingers, delicately, he planted small kisses there, little by little adding flicks of his tongue. Shifting, he brought his mouth lower, and licked up the tangy juices, driving his tongue as far up inside of Victoria as he could.

Onscreen Posh squirmed deliciously, clearly still experiencing his ministrations despite her slumberous state. Chuckling, not lifting his head, Nathan grabbed her knees in order to spread her legs even further. He was already half-lying on her stomach, coming at her upside down, and that made it good for him too, the sense of him pinning her down, helpless even though she was asleep. When he began to stroke her clitoris with small feather-light licks the sleeping Posh groaned.

“Make her come Nathan, go on,” Emma encouraged excitedly.

This moved the watching Posh so much that she began to fondle her own pussy whilst the scene played out before her.

Listening to the sounds of the movie Victoria heard herself grunting, heard Nathan laugh throatily, and then she saw her own on screen body shake with passion as she was clearly coming – a wet dream, no wonder they had been so vivid, only this wasn’t a dream. She was mesmerised.

Back on camera Baby Spice was beside herself. Watching the sleeping Posh Spice brought to an orgasm whilst asleep and completely unaware of what was happening to her was a tremendous turn on for the younger girl.

“Yessss!” hissed Emma with glee. “She came. Well done Nathan.”

Nathan lapped up the remaining juices with his tongue and then stood up leaving a naked Posh on the bed.

Emma moved back into the picture and placed a note on Posh’s bedside. Turning to Nathan she said,

“Here, fasten her left wrist with these.”

The filming stopped and Posh guessed that was where the handcuffs came from.

Victoria switched the camera off and suddenly realised how turned on by all this she was. Her breathing was deep and heavy and her pussy was becoming moist.

Victoria cupped her breasts and weighed them, massaging them as she rested her head back onto the bed sheets

The need to masturbate had been steadily growing stronger whilst she watched the video, especially in the wake of such an erotic dream and so a self-induced climax was now simply essential. Posh began to massage her stiffly erect nipples and she gave a stifled cry as she shrugged her shoulders forward and forced her cleavage to form a thick narrow darkened valley between her twin mounds.

Victoria pinched her nipples hard and the stinging excitement caused a low jolt deep between her thighs. She lay enveloped by lust with her back arched off the bed and her breasts pushed upwards and out. She felt like a whore, a wanton woman without shame, a slut who wanted to perform in humiliating ways for sexual gratification and the best part was that she didn't give a toss.

Victoria covered her breasts with her hands, caressing and squeezing, stroking the soft rounded orbs slowly with her slim delicate fingers. She kneaded them, moulding them in her hands and savouring each and every movement and the feelings it produced as she teased herself mercilessly.

Posh felt her pussy moisten; her clitoris throbbed with a nagging ache as she stroked her breasts slowly and lovingly.

She gripped her long nipples, squeezing and rolling them between finger and thumb, pulling and stretching the hardened buds and delighting in the thrilling sensations it produced for her. The surges of exciting sensation were so strong now that she bit her bottom lip to prevent herself crying out as each one passed through her. Victoria was on a massive high, an extreme level of arousal that kept her hovering tantalisingly just short of her climax. It felt so good that she decided it should be prolonged as long as was possible and she was determined to do just that.

Posh gave a gasp of delight, as her head felt light and the room began to spin. Her body tensed in involuntary little shudders of delight as the waves of pleasure tore through her. Her legs felt weak and thudding jolts low in her pussy signalled her approaching orgasm.

Victoria threw her head back, her spine curved as she arched her body to receive the glorious finale of her wanton performance. The thumping gush rushed through her to tear at her body and senses, wonderful pounding feelings of such intensity. Her mouth opened and her eyes closed tightly - then she screamed aloud as she came.

“Fuckkkkkk!” she groaned as her thighs squeezed every last drop of freshly made juice out of her body. She had come without even touching her pussy – she was so hot!

Posh radiated contentment as she gradually calmed down and lay submerged in a peaceful post orgasmic bliss. Even so, the feeling of sluttish desire would not go away and she found her smooth palm sliding gradually down towards her soaking wet pussy. Taking two fingers she opened her well used lips and scooped up as much of her wetness as was possible and moved quickly back to her breasts.

“Oh you filthy cunt,” she muttered huskily to herself trying to prolong the feeling of desperate desire that still overwhelmed her.

Victoria began to paste the sticky juice over her nipples, moaning at the electric effect it created and tweaking the ever-hardening buds. Having coated both peaks she cupped the underside of each breast and pushed them up to meet her mouth as she craned her neck downwards. Posh presented a totally erotic sight as she stretched out her pink tongue and flicked at the red tipped nipples, just being able to scrape the end with her teeth.

“Ooohhhh yesssssssssss,” she hissed. Eventually she had to stop sucking her own breasts when the ache of forcing her mouth and neck downwards became too much, and Victoria crashed down onto the hotel bed laughing out loud.

“You fucking whore!” she shouted at herself, and the short burst of amusement turned into a long, loud, almost hysterical, laugh. Victoria thought about the last few months. She had been blackmailed, fondled in her dressing room, forced into lots of different sexually humiliating situations, many with complete strangers, and had a passionate affair – albeit with a twat like Carl. But she was thoroughly enjoying her newfound sexual freedom and the sluttish behaviour that went with it. What she didn’t like was not being in control, and she wasn’t in control.

Remembering the note, she turned on the VCR once more to see what the next instruction was. There was a slight pause after the ‘action’ had finished until the next scene appeared. It started with a close up of a naked Victoria handcuffed to the bed head by her left wrist. Panning away from Posh’s gorgeous body, Emma’s face came into view.

“Hi Tori baby,” she started, ”Emma here. I hope you enjoyed our little visit during the night. We intend to do that many more times to you in the future, and who knows how far we will go next time … he, he.” Emma chuckled to herself.

“Oh no you fucking won’t you cow,” Posh uttered to herself. She turned her attention back to the VCR.

“So, our next instruction is for you to go out this afternoon to Domino’s Domina Club in Soho. Make sure you arrive by 2pm. I have several of the S&M regulars there all ready to pay Nathan and me a small fortune to tie you up and whip you – oooh it sends a shiver up my spine just thinking about it. So I hope you enjoy your morning off – and don’t forget to make sure the kids are looked after. Bye.”

“That’s what you think you tart,” smiled Victoria.

She had to get Emma sorted out and take back control of her life. Posh smiled to herself as a feeling of reinvigoration took her over. She laid back having formulated a plan and closed her eyes trying to recapture the Cinderella dream from just a few minutes ago.

******

Emma wanted to dress up for him. Things were going so well with their joint mission to exact revenge on Victoria that she wanted to be special for him today. It was only eleven in the morning but Emma had invited Nathan round to her hotel room and she was going to shag him senseless. Then, in the afterglow of their lovemaking, they would both catch a cab to Domino’s Domina Club to enjoy the further humiliation of Posh Spice.

Emma had chosen her clothes carefully and finally settled on a short, flimsy, yellow dress with spaghetti straps at the shoulders, a low cut, tight bodice and a short flaring skirt. Under it she pulled up a lace edged white thong and then slipped into high-heeled shoes with sexy thin ankle straps.

Hastily she sprayed perfume down the front of her dress, and then hitched up the skirt and sprayed a little around her aching pussy lips, gasping as the cold spray hit her lusty flesh and stung bitterly. A quick comb with the hairbrush again and she was ready. Nathan was pretty damn handsome in a rugged way, she reflected while she waited for him. Emma couldn’t wait to feel his hard cock embedded deep inside her.

Then the bell on the hotel door rang. She almost jumped up with excitement and she quickly approached the entrance to her room. At the door she paused to collect herself, smooth down her dress, fluff up her hair and regain her cool. But she would see how cool he kept when faced with the amount of skin she was displaying. Her heart pounded with excitement.

To her delight Nathan gave a soft whistle of appreciation as she welcomed him inside. She felt the cool air conditioning caress her upper thighs under the brief covering and bring some welcome relief to her heated groin. Nathan smiled a lecherous grin and Emma could tell by the straining bulge in his trousers that she was about to get well and truly fucked.

Nathan was momentarily captivated as he took in Emma’s stunning appearance. When she sat down on the settee the dress rode up to a height which revealed an expanse of thigh with skin so smooth it seemed to have a light sheen all of its own. It gave Nathan a great view of the lace thong as it sloped to cover her moistening groin. He sat down on chair opposite Emma.

Silence. The erotic tension could have been cut with a knife. Time moved on and she was still as horny as fuck.

Baby Spice was sitting with her hands placed demurely on her knees before she pushed herself up from the seat and came over to kneel between Nathan’s spread legs? Her thick hair covered her face from his view, but he could feel her fingers working expertly at his flies and soon her soft little tongue made tingling contact with the swollen purple head of his cock. She licked round the sheath of his foreskin until he was fully erect and then Nathan felt her lips slide slowly over his cockhead and her tongue explore the slit. He groaned loudly.

“Oh you horny bitch,” he moaned.

Reaching down with both hands he pulled her hair back so that he could see as well as feel her. Immediately Emma pulled her head back a little and put her tongue out so that Nathan had a clear view of it lapping at the coloured head of his knob and then trail slowly, slug like, down the shaft.

Emma circled one hand round the base of his throbbing erection and gently moved it up and down while her mouth closed over him once again and she began to suck greedily, moving her head from side to side as well as up and down. Eager sucking noises escaped her. Slowly she moved further and further down, taking in more and more of his prick until he could feel the exquisite touch of her throat around him.

Instinctively he gripped his hands harder in her hair and pushed her head down while thrusting his hips up urgently at her. She never flinched, just stayed as she was and let his cock slide further down her throat. He pulled back and then thrust again, once more pulling her down onto him. Three more such thrusts and Nathan felt the irresistible tides of an orgasm begin to flood. His cock tensed and swelled, Emma felt it and her hand gripped him tighter, moving up and down faster and faster.

With a groan of pure delight Nathan let his body take over completely and felt the sperm pump deep into Emma’s throat while he rammed her head down brutally hard. She took it all, swallowing long and slow while he thrust into her mouth and erupted time and again. It was a superb blow job, the best Nathan had ever experienced and Emma spent a long time savouring every last discharge keeping him deep in her mouth and swirling her tongue around the slit from which his spunk had flowed, making sure that she had got it all.

At last she tucked the softening shaft back into his clothes and resumed her seat, running one elegant finger around her chin and then sucking it to gather in a wayward drop of semen. Just watching her do that had Nathan hardening again.

“Take your clothes off Emma,” he requested.

She said nothing, but simply did as he had asked, stepping out of her dress using the back of a high framed chair to balance herself against while she kicked off her shoes. Emma glanced up at Nathan expectantly from under her well-groomed blonde fringe. Winding her panties slowly down her long legs she looked her would be lover straight in the eye and then stood up straight, now completely naked.

She was a superb sight Nathan had to admit. Emma’s skin was flawless and sun-tanned to a soft golden hue, even the full, firm mounds of her breasts were tanned the same colour. There was just the narrowest strip of blonde hair between her legs. Perfect! Emma was well aware of the effect her body had on men and opened her legs slightly while joining her hands behind her back. The slight shifting of her body set her breasts swaying just a little. She knew what she was doing and looked straight at Nathan with a look that said ‘Fuck me now.’

"On the bed," Nathan ordered.

She turned away from him and lay down on her large, white-sheeted bed.

“Let me put this on you.”

“Oh Nathe, you bad boy,” teased Emma as he placed a blindfold around her head.

He took full charge then, positioning her ankles by the bottom bedposts, and she groaned. He tied them tight with the new white rope he had brought, and then moved up to her head.

“Oh yes, Nathan, fuck me please,” she had already placed her ready wrists high above her head for him, well before he needed to tie her there as well.

Nathan stood back to admire his handiwork. If Emma had looked inviting before, she looked a picture of submissiveness now. Her legs were tied, stretched pushing her open pussy forward so the soft lines of her pink lips were clearly visible. Her flat stomach, now beginning to heave with nervous breathing, stretched up to the full depth of her rib cage, which supported her heaving breasts. Despite their full roundness they hardly flattened to the sides, but retained their magnificent shape almost perfectly, pushing up eagerly it seemed to receive Nathan’s undivided attention.

Emma couldn't help gasping at the tightness of the ropes that bound her wrists and ankles. He reached out with one finger and ran it up along the exposed flesh of her slit. Emma was moist and her clitoris was a hard little erection, which he barely touched, but even that was enough to elicit a moan from her.

“Oh Nathan, please, do me,” groaned Emma as she felt his hand flat on her stomach. Then she flinched as the hand was replaced by the frozen touch of an ice cube skating over her flesh and moving up to her solid nipples.

“Fucking hell,” she whimpered, as the ice did its job, “I’m going to come soon, if you carry on like that.”

And then a slap of a hand on flesh sounded. A solid noise as Emma’s head flung from left to right.

“Oh no you’re not you scheming bitch.”

“T…T…Tori, what the, what are you …?”

Nathan smiled wickedly at the unseeing Baby Spice.

Victoria moved to her erstwhile friend and began to feel up the inside of Emma’s right leg replaying exactly the moment when Emma had teased her, only the day before, on the balcony at Golden Bodies gym. Posh traced the firm, tanned thigh muscles making her way up to the warm triangle at the top of Emma’s legs.

“Enjoying being the recipient are you?” mocked Posh.

“Oh, Tori, please,” Emma squirmed, “how did you g..g..oooohhh…get in here?”

Emma tried to jerk away as Victoria’s hand explored her but the ropes held tight giving her no choice but to endure, and enjoy, the constant fondling. Posh pushed her hands between Emma’s open thighs.

“Mmmmm,” moaned Baby, her eyes still blindfold. Nathan watched with glee at the act being performed by the two former Spice Girls. Emma was pleased to find that her captive was already very wet as she slowly moved her hand further up Emma’s quivering body altering her path so that she could cup the tied girl’s left breast firmly in her roaming hand.

“Oh, Tori, don’t please,” but Emma was becoming lost in her own lust. She moaned softly as Victoria started to fondle her nipple soon making it stiff and erect. Despite her protestations she didn’t want it to stop.

Emma heard the repeated click of a camera shutter through the thick mist of her lust.

Moving her hand back down, Posh inserted a single finger easily into Emma’s open lips making sure to feel her former friend’s labia oozing with her juices.

“My, my we are more than a little turned on here aren’t we?” Victoria revelled in the effect she was having on her captive. Emma began to push her hips forward in order to rub her hardening clitoris against the stationary digit. Shivers of excitement jolted through her body, which was still held fast by the tight ropes. Victoria pulled her finger free. She was repeating exactly what Emma had put her through the previous day.

“Let’s see what you taste like you little slut,” she mocked. Emma felt Posh’s juice covered finger on her dry, red lips, and, revealing her little pink tongue, licked along its moistened length.

“You’ve got a great fucking body Emma, I’ll give you that,” said Posh flatteringly. She cupped her hand over Emma’s mound. Emma flinched gasping at the intrusive touch of two of Victoria’s fingers as they began to rub gently over her pussy.