The Bottom Slave Ch. 09

In the bedroom, Dave's face was wedged between Sheryl's vast bottom-cheeks. Her face was contorted by an expression similar to agony but was in fact ecstasy. Her entire body was wracked by an excruciating convulsion of pleasure she'd never before experienced. In a sense she was completely helpless, with no will to be able to resist in any way, and if she'd wanted to move would have found it virtually impossible to do so. Faint murmurings uttered from her opened mouth on the pillow, occasionally interspersed with high-pitched shrieks. Dribble dampened the silk material surrounding her mouth.

Dave's elongated tongue shot in and out of her anal passage in an involuntary piston-like momentum, penetrating up to its roots then recoiling, constantly firing on all cylinders, and would continue to do so until commanded to cease its motion.

'Want any help?' Liz chuckled, as the girls re-entered his bedroom.

'Er, er, er, er,' Sheryl attempted to speak.

'It's been a long time, Sweetie,' Clare said, smiling at her friend's helplessness.

'Here, let me help,' Liz said, moving onto the bed. She deliberately sat down on the back of Dave's head, completely submerging it into Sheryl's backside.

The guttural noises emanating from Sheryl's throat all of a sudden became whimpers, almost animal-like.

'P.. l... e... a... s... e...' Sheryl managed to say.

'What is it, Sweetie?' Liz asked innocently.

'N... o...' Sheryl's tried.

Liz shifted around on the back of Dave's head. His suffocation was total. He was now desperate for air but could do nothing whilst his tongue continued on its relentless alacrity.

Clare and Debbie watched in total fascination, both pairs of their nipples like hardened rivets.

Dave's futile and desperate struggling only enhanced Sheryl's climactic enjoyment. There was a part of her that wanted it to end, that the sheer ecstasy of it all was too painful. Yet there was another part that wanted it to go on forever.

'You don't really want it to stop, do you, Sweetie?' Liz teased.

'P.. l... e... a... s... e...' Sheryl breathed, her eyes spinning round like whirlpools.

'What?' Liz continued in her teasing. 'You want it to stop or you want it to go on?'

The whimpering sounds coming from the helpless African Amazon increased in tempo and raised in pitch.

Dave was now close to passing out. He had no control over his continuous shooting tongue even though he was aware of its activity. He started to see the tell-tale signs of utter oxygen deprivation as the little red stars began exploding at the corners of his mind.

'Tell me, Sweetie,' Liz continued in her game. 'Do you want him to stop or go on?'

Sheryl couldn't even speak now. She was lost in a world where there is absolutely nothing in existence but pure and unadulterated perverse pleasure.

'Okay,' Liz said, reluctantly easing herself off Dave's head and pulling his head away by his hair.

Debbie gasped at the sight. Although Dave was inhaling noisily through his nose and mouth his long, pink tongue continued to shoot in and out of his mouth like a small pointed snake.

'Wow!' Debbie exclaimed. 'I can't wait to try that.'

Meanwhile Sheryl was taking all her time to recover from the relentless fucking Dave's tongue had done to her bottom. For the time being all she could do was keep her body firmly fixed in the same position, while her mind attempted to return to reality.

'You bitch!' Sheryl managed to croak. 'I'll get you back for that.'

They all laughed. It was so good for them to all be together like this. They enjoyed the sisterhood, the company of each other.

And they hadn't finished with Dave's staff training yet. Not by a long chalk.

'How many are coming tomorrow?'

Naomi was standing, leaning her back against a pole, her bottom-crease teasing it.

'Yeah, I can't stop thinking about it either,' Tamara admitted, her body swaying to the thumping music.

Stringfellows was packed, heaving with celebrities, the rich and famous, and the just plain rich. Tamara, Josie, Naomi, and Emma had a table near the bar. Every so often one of them would be invited to have a cocktail by a young blood brave enough to pluck up the required courage.

'And me,' Emma agreed, wriggling in her seat. She doubted if she'd get to sleep that night thinking about it.

Tamara had booked the VIP Gold Bar later for eleven o'clock when throngs of their friends would meet.

'There's us four,' Tamara said, pausing for impact, then: 'And a surprise fifth.'

'You're very cagey,' Josie piped in.

'A fifth?' Naomi enquired.

'Anyone we know?' Emma asked.

Tamara smiled at her friends and tapped her nose. 'It's a surprise.'

'Oh, I love surprises,' Emma said excitedly.

'Can we guess?' Josie asked.

'Okay.' Tamara grinned, sipping her Anal Probe (a cocktail of white rum, kahlua and cola). 'But you'll never guess.'

The girls started to fire questions at her so she shook her head.

'Okay, you're only allowed three questions,' Tamara stipulated.

'Is she famous?' Naomi asked.

'Yes,' Tamara said, grinning.

They looked thoughtful.

'Is she there for the escort's services?' Emma asked.

'Sort of,' Tamara said, cautiously.

They looked even more thoughtful.

'So, if she's not there for just for his services is there another reason she's coming?' Josie enquired.

'Yes,' Tamara replied, grinning. 'And that's the last of your three questions.'

'No fair,' Naomi protested.

'She's a singer, isn't she?' Emma chipped in.

'No,' Tamara said, stopping herself from laughing.

'An entertainer?' Naomi offered.

''No,' Tamara said, preventing a dribble of drink escaping from her stifled laugh.

'Oh, come on, don't be a spoilsport,' Josie said.

'It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you too much,' Tamara reasoned.

'Go on, give us one more clue,' Emma bargained.

'All right, spoiled brats,' Tamara chided. 'She's there for the catering and that's the only clue I'm giving you.'

'Catering?' Naomi mused thoughtfully.

'No more clues,' Tamara stipulated.

'Has she got a big bum?' Naomi asked, chuckling.

Tamara nearly spurted her mouthful of cocktail. The others laughed too.

'Yes.'

'I think I know who it is?' Naomi said.

'Who?' chorused Emma and Josie.

'Don't say it,' Tamara warned. 'And anyway you might be wrong.'

'Fair enough,' Naomi agreed.

'There's a fair amount of talent tonight,' Josie noted, looking around the club.

'I wouldn't mind him kissing my arse,' Naomi observed, watching a young man at the bar. She moved her bottom against the pole and her mind kept drifting off on the events which were going to happen tomorrow. They all were looking forward to the celebration. This was going to be the best birthday party ever.