Sophia's World Pt. 07

FIFTEEN

Although Peter had unfinished business with Mingzhu, he was very sensitive to Myška's situation and wanted to make sure that she didn't feel left out. He therefore suggested to the girls that they checked out what was going on upstairs. Then they could play it by ear: either on the super king size bed in the master bedroom or down the hallway in the guest room. By a happy chance, they were up in time to see the climax to Sophia's lovemaking with Honey.

When Sophia had recovered sufficiently, Peter had a quiet conference with her about the final phase of the evening. His plan was for Mingzhu, Honey and he to occupy the bed while Sophia and Myška made love either on one of the chairs or down the hall or up in Myška's room. Sophia was cool with his proposal and wondered cheekily if the floor might not suit them even better. And so it was that after everyone had had a bit of a break and a chance to recharge the batteries, Peter readied himself to reignite his passion for Mingzhu, while Honey prepared to avail herself of Mingzhu's Sapphic side. Meanwhile, Sophia cuddled up to Myška in the armchair, whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

Peter got Mingzhu to lie on the bed and weighed up his options. Thinking on his feet had always been one of his great strengths. Although he was keen to have first dibs on her magnificent womanhood, his desire to see the so-called cousins feasting on each other had attained the status almost of a mania. He would have the opportunity on another day, he reasoned with himself, needing a seriously good reason to pass up the chance of tasting her and having her come in his mouth. He motioned to Honey, who tripped almost like a leprechaun across the bed until she was by his side, rubbing against him in a way that very nearly made him jettison all of his plans and fuck her right there. He satisfied himself with a kiss on her ripe lips before conveying his command to her with a nod.

With a sidelong look at his powerful tool - now on the way to full erection after a fallow period - Honey parted Mingzhu's legs, raised them up so they were over her shoulders and surveyed her lover's sex. One glance told her that she was primed for attention, her folds streaked with her inner fluids. Aware that she had an audience, Honey decided to put on a show, blowing warm air onto Mingzhu's outer gateway. She took Mingzhu's hands and got her to place them on her ankles, so that she was fully stretched to receive her and her nerve endings more fully attuned. Peeling back her lips, she licked her flesh as a dog might have done, using every inch of her tongue. Using her left index finger to unhood her clitoris, she used a similar broad stroke on that sensitive bud, contacting it but briefly on each journey down and each journey back up again.

Mingzhu started to whimper, eager for Honey to finish her off. Not only was she at a place of heightened excitement from which only one means of release was possible, but she was desperate to feel Peter's massive cock inside her again. She always felt guilty when she did this, but she knew she could bring herself off if she thought of that cock - that cock raping her after tying her up, that cock breaking and entering through the back door and ransacking her property.

She waited for Honey to dive deep inside her vagina and then she triggered her fantasy. It wasn't Honey's tiny tongue any longer, it was Peter's massive weapon. Sensing that she was on the verge of orgasm, Honey ramped things up by inserting a finger in her ass.

'Oh, god, yes! Fuck me in both holes!' Mingzhu cried, enacting once more the dream in which Peter is simultaneously fucking her in both holes.

The insertion of a second finger proved to be the straw the broke the camel's back, as the Chinese beauty was catapulted (perhaps we should more truthfully say, catapulted herself) into a kaleidoscopic world where fact and fiction, the old and the new, merged briefly before dissolving, where all was colour and then nothing was colour, where a tree falling in the forest made a sound and simultaneously no sound at all.

Peter looked at Sophia and they agreed without needing to speak that given the lateness of the hour, as well as the fact that everyone needed to work the following day, not to mention Mingzhu's shattered emotional state, it would be better if they called it a day. After all, the idea had been floated at dinner of going out together on Saturday - maybe with Piri and Kriszta - and they could discuss arrangements at leisure the following day. In principle, this sounded fine, but when Sophia suggested to Mingzhu and Honey that they might like to turn in, they baulked at the idea. The girls made a formidable tag team: while Honey floated the idea that Peter might be very tired and would need to be up early in the morning to go to work (causing Peter to bridle uncharacteristically), Mingzhu played the role of the injured, nay, wronged party, casting her eyes downwards and saying how much she had been looking forward to reconnecting with Peter.

To prevent any further awkwardness, Sophia made the suggestion that she and Myška sleep in Myška's room (after all, it wouldn't be the first time), while the girls and Peter could work things out downstairs. Inwardly thrilled, Peter said he was okay with that suggestion only if both Myška and Sophia were a hundred percent good with the plan, while Honey was fine with the idea and Mingzhu was positively beaming. So, we shall leave employer and au pair to spend the night away from prying eyes and remain in the master bedroom to see how the evening wound up for the other three participants in the drama. The first move was made by Honey, who told the others that she was tired and would return to the guest room to get well rested before the rigours of the coming day.

Hardly had the door closed than Peter and Mingzhu fell upon each other as if this was their last night on earth. Tossing any attempt at subtlety out of the window, Mingzhu went to work on Peter's swollen protuberance, spitting on it and working her hands up and down its length until it was close to bursting. Rather than letting up, she took him in her mouth until she could feel him wedged at the back of her throat and worked him manically until he was close to coming. Disengaging herself of a sudden, she gave him an order in a tone he had never heard before.

'Give me a facial, Peter. Soak my pores with your sperm!'

The main challenges for Peter were getting the excitable Mingzhu to stay still and getting his aim right. For his tubes were already starting to send his sperm on the short journey to his fish-eye opening. Mingzhu might have said 'facial' but her open mouth indicated that not all of his libation was to be poured out on her cheeks. Using his hand in an attempt to give him at least a semblance of control, Peter aimed the first fruits at her mouth but underestimated the power of his jet, the milky cum ending up on her cute Asian nose. Recalibrating on the wing, his next jet arced its way - as if a range vector had been set with reference coordinates - directly onto her tongue, which greedily lapped it down. Determined that none of his precious seed be wasted, Mingzhu gobbled up the after-flow and then locked her lips around his throbbing head lest even the slightest trace of his life-giving fluid went to waste.

What might he do to cap that, he thought. Catching a glimpse of the babe's freshly shaven mound, he knew he had his answer. While his penis regained its strength and his silos were replenished, he would give that delicious pussy a thorough cleansing. No sooner had he begun to get into position than Mingzhu pushed him onto the bed and sat flush on his face.

'Eat me until I come!' she commanded, bristling with her new found assertiveness.

First things first, thought Peter: I need to give myself a little room, indeed, a little breathing space. Mingzhu was having none of this. Each time Peter tried to move her up a bit or to slide himself down a bit, the full weight of her pelvis came down on him. Clearly, she had a plan in her mind and that plan involved some bone on bone action.

'Makes sense,' Peter thought to himself. 'The Chinese always like bones with their meat.'

'Plus a bit of fat of course,' he mused, until he was interrupted by Mingzhu, clearly irritated by his lack of focus.

'Are you asleep down there? I want your tongue and I want it now!'

The only thing for it was to make the best of a bad job. Moving his nose a little to one side to make sure it wouldn't suffer serious injury when Mingzhu got going, and knowing that time was of the essence, Peter shot his tongue forward, trusting to luck that it would somehow find its target. There was actually less luck involved than Peter realised, as Mingzhu had aligned her opening expertly with her lover's mouth.

They say that the ends justify the means. They might have been talking about the satisfaction Mingzhu received when she felt the longed-for tongue delving deep into her aching pussy. As Peter feared, his room for manoeuvre was severely limited by the swaying motion of the luscious Asian on his face. Thank god she's so petite, he thought - using any tactic to take his mind off the fact he was struggling for breath. There was only one thing for it: he had to make her come ASAP. Loathe to incur her wrath by lifting her out of his face, he doubled up on his tongue work, driving it in a deep as he could.

'Thank fuck!' he spat out internally, sensing that Mingzhu was on the verge.

In theory, this was all well and good. In practice, however, what it meant was that she was intent on grinding her way to orgasm. Peter could do nothing but ride out the storm. Next thing he knew Mingzhu was crying out, babbling away in Mandarin. A few (very long) seconds later, it was all over. Mingzhu was lying beside him, cradled in his arms, thanking him for being so wonderful. It was just like old times.

'Shall I turn out the light?' asked Peter, solicitous for Mingzhu's welfare and mindful that they both had an early start in the morning.

'You don't want to watch me as we make love?' replied Mingzhu, clearly hurt by Peter's apparent thoughtlessness.

'Oh, no, not at all. I just thought you might want to sleep, You know, early start and all that.'

'I couldn't sleep until I have been reunited with you properly. You know that, don't you?'

'Of course,' said Peter, moving on top of her and preparing to enter to her.

'I am rock hard again, and it is all because of you.'

'Then stop talking and show me how thankful you feel.'

His tool ploughed a furrow through land that had been specially prepared for it these last few weeks. It was a fertile, well irrigated land, a land that lacked one thing and one thing only: high-quality seed. The tool went back and forth across the fecund field five or six times, building up its speed until it sensed it was the optimal time to discharge its cargo. Receiving an oral signal from the proprietor of the rich, lush and beautifully rutted field, the tool did what it had been programmed to do, releasing its seed in jets that scattered it across the length and breadth of the acreage, guaranteeing the most bountiful harvest. Landholder and ploughman celebrated together briefly before darkness fell and their individual stories became, once more, veiled from public view.

SIXTEEN

In the interest of brevity and because an opportunity for travel suddenly arose for Sophia we will with the greatest reluctance pass over the memorable Saturday evening spent by Mingzhu, Honey, Myška, Piri and Kriszta together with Sophia and Peter. Suffice to say, lasting friendships were made and close relationships further cemented.

The opportunity I refer to was a trip on behalf of her bank to be undertaken by Sophia on her own to the United States. The focus was to be on the Los Angeles area, where a number of important clients had their bases and where business growth had been targeted for a number of years. The team in London had been instructed by senior management to schedule formal appointments on a sparing basis, in acknowledgement that much of the business in that crazy city was contracted round a pool or at a party or at the country club. It was a highly fluid and dynamic environment, and Sophia had already demonstrated in both Germany and particularly in Japan that she had few peers in terms of the ability to sniff out business opportunities and the flexibility to convert those opportunities into firmed-up business.

So, scarcely a fortnight after Mingzhu and Honey's visit, Sophia found herself landing at Los Angeles Airport, where she was met by Tony, from the corporate banking division of the bank's LA office, who took her to the swanky Four Seasons Hotel in Beverly Hills. On the way, he told her more about the key prospect that Sophia had been brought in to help land - a corporation with interests in film, television, records, real estate and leisure (including restaurants and hotels). At a time when the film industry was facing challenges from streaming sites, both legal and illegal, and a host of other avenues, Sondeco Inc. was bucking the trend by showing year-on-year growth that was the talk of the town. The success was largely ascribed to the niche approach they had taken, where quality was prioritised over quantity whether it be in documentaries, children's films or features. Profit-sharing agreements helped the company attract top writing, acting and directorial talent, and a team of dedicated readers helped insure (by and large - there were always going to be duds) that the scenarios and screenplays could be made into the kind of films that large numbers of people wanted to watch.

Tony added that even the company's adult entertainment division adopted the same principles and enjoyed similar success. Sophia was intrigued by this and stored the information away for possible future use. She assumed he meant porn films and made a mental note to ask someone at the company during her visit tomorrow, when she would be receiving a tour of the studios before meeting some of the company's top executives. A dinner had also been planned at one of their restaurants, so it was going to be a very long day. Fortunately, she had slept quite well on the plane - in two longish stretches - and experience told her that this meant she should sleep well tonight. She was planning to walk around the area a bit (which immediately marked her out as a foreigner) then return to the hotel for dinner, followed by a nice warm shower and bed.

For once, the result matched the target and it was a thoroughly refreshed Sophia who was picked up by Tony at 9 o'clock sharp the following morning. First up was a meeting with the executives, where she was shown what was still quaintly referred to as the Company DVD, which introduced the main divisions of the group. She was invited to say a few words, but kept it short and sweet, as her main pitch was scheduled to be made to the board later in the week. Then it was time for the tour of the studios, which Sophia had been really looking forward to. She wondered whether she would see where the adult productions were made. Roger, vice-president of the media arm, and Sanni, the CFO of the group, were to be her guides. They had both been with Sondeco for many years, and had witnessed the company's growth from a small-scale production unit in West Hollywood to the current incarnation, which rubbed shoulders with the major film studios in Dreamland itself.

Roger was around 50 and didn't resemble your typical creative type. This wasn't surprising, since his background was not in the arts but in engineering. He had originally joined Sondeco as a sound engineer, and his first jobs had been to overhaul the studio where all the various dubbing and voiceover work had been done, and to help build from scratch a modern recording studio. It was a testament to his skill that both facilities were still being used nearly 20 years after they were built.

Sanni, originally from Oregon, was probably in her early forties and had joined the company not long after Roger. Her background was similar to Sophia's, although her first degree had been in accounting rather than finance, and she had obtained her law degree at night school after joining the company. She had worked her way up to become chief accountant before, at her own request, moving to the media division to learn the nuances of the business at first hand with a view to introducing changes to the way budgetary decisions were made. Although not universally popular, the cost-saving measures she introduced, and, more importantly, the change in culture she helped to bring about had made her the natural replacement for the retiring CFO a couple of years back.

Roger and Sanni took Sophia to the small office that doubled up as reception outside the entrance to the enormous building that contained the sound stages and they waited there for around 20 minutes until their guide arrived. If Sophia had known how important he was, she wouldn't have felt so annoyed at being kept waiting. For it was none other than Rishabh Kirpalani, the deputy head of the studio. Although Sophia didn't yet know it, this represented a signal honour for the British visitor.

Rishabh took the group first to the set where the sequel to one of their highest grossing films of the past few years was being shot. While there was quite a bit of activity, it was all of the preparatory variety, with electricians and carpenters busily making changes that had been ordered by the director. Rishabh explained that principle photography for a film of this type (which included animation and CGI elements) would take up to three months, slightly under the industry average, though that figure could quickly go north in the event of illness to the stars, accidents, bad weather etc. For this type of film, considerably more than half would be shot on a set, which typically speeded things up considerably. Location shooting was fraught with difficulties, not least for the actors, who often had to work with large numbers of extras, which was never easy, especially if they had been hanging around all day and had managed to get their hands on alcohol.

Having looked in on a second sound stage, where the actors were still in make-up and the director in conference with the writers, they were heading back to the entrance when they passed a door above which a red light was shining. Sensing that this could be the adult film set¸ Sophia made an enquiry of Rishabh. Having confirmed that it was the studio where, as he put it charmingly, films of a more sensitive nature were made, he opened the door and led the way in.

'The red light is just to keep people out,' he explained.

He nodded to the receptionist, who addressed him as Mr Kirpalani, and asked who was at the helm today.

'We're in luck,' he said, turning to Sophia. 'It's Jan, one of our top directors. Let's see what he's up to.'

This time, the light over the door was green. Rishabh knocked lightly on the door and walked in. Sophia was surprised to see that Jan was in fact a man, not a woman as she had imagined. He must have been in his fifties and was chatting with a man and a woman, who from the way they were made up Sophia took to be the leads in the porno. The woman was maybe in her mid-forties and had clearly had a boob job and a blonde rinse. She was wearing a blue dress - its hemline just above the knees - that accentuated her curves. The man was considerably younger (late twenties?) and definitely the type who worked out in the gym. He was wearing the kind of uniform associated in the popular imagination with delivery men, with a fake logo on the badge over his breast pocket together with a three-letter acronym. Having come in midway through the shoot, it was unclear to Sophia exactly the nature of his delivery, but what was clear was that the middle-aged woman was on the point of demanding a service - and a product - that wasn't on the invoice.