An Evening at the Castle - Part 2 Written by Daibhidh

   
   Chapter 4: My Initiation

   "OK, now it's your turn.  Are you ready?" Marianne asked, smiling
wickedly.

   "Oh God yes, I'm so hot at this point I'm ready to take on your entire
membership, one at a time or all at once," I replied in a voice husky with
passion and excitement.

   "It will only take a few moments to reset the stage, so let's get you
ready now.  Surely Dianne's debut has gotten our members into the proper
frame of mind to make this an experience to remember," Marianne said with a
chuckle.  I wondered what she meant by that but merely nodded my assent.

   Opening a cabinet behind her, Marianne removed four black leather cuffs,
sheepskin lined with stainless steel D rings fastened to their outer sides.
Quickly buckling the cuffs around my wrists and ankles, she turned back to
the cabinet and pulled out a heavy black strip of silk cloth about six
inches wide and four feet long.

   As she started to wrap the cloth over my eyes I protested mildly, "Is
the blindfold really necessary.  I'm a big girl now and, from what I've
just seen, I have a good idea what's going to happen."

   "Trust me my dear, there will be some surprises.  Remember, Dianne's
experience was rather limited because she is a novice.  Ellen would never
forgive me if we let you off that easy.  But the main reason for the
blindfold is not to keep you from seeing what's happening, rather it's to
enhance your other senses, allowing you to more fully enjoy the whole
experience.  I read somewhere that the brain is your most powerfully erotic
organ," Marianne explained then kissed me softly, sliding her tongue deep
into my mouth while stroking my nipples with her palms.

   As Marianne was explaining the reason for the blindfold, I noticed four
men dressed in flowing black robes positioning several items about the
stage.  A large black circular cushion was placed at center stage near the
footlights, while a narrow backless bench with a padded leather seat stood
slightly to one side.

   "Just relax and trust me dear; remember, you'll not be harmed in any
way," Marianne reassured me with a lopsided smile, wrapping the black silk
twice around my head and knotting it firmly at the back.  Well, I thought,
at least I'll be color coordinated anyway ...  for a few moments at least.

   After checking the blindfold carefully to insure it was correctly
positioned, she took me by the elbow and led me from the observation room,
murmuring "Show time!" With that she led me carefully onto the stage.  When
we reached what I judged to be center stage, Marianne halted and turned me
slightly to, I assume, directly face the expectant audience.

   I heard a mummer of approval rise from the group, causing me to smile
nervously in what I assumed to be their direction.  I could feel the warmth
of the footlights on my legs so I knew we must be very close to the front
of the stage.

   "Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention," Marianne announced in
a loud voice.  "I'm proud to introduce Alex, a new and very special member
to our group.  She is an intimate friend of Ellen, whom I'm sure most of
you remember from a few years ago, before she deserted us to return to 'the
colonies'.  Please make her welcome!"

   The audience erupted in loud applause, along with some whistles and
shouts.  I'd like to think this was all for me but I suspect it was more in
memory of Ellen, who seemed to have cut a pretty wide swath through
southern England during her college years.

   As the noise subsided I sensed, rather than heard, other people joining
us on the stage.  Of course I had no idea how many or of which gender.  Not
that it mattered to me at that moment; I was so highly aroused it wouldn't
have mattered if the entire Coldstream Guard were waiting to ravish my
flushed tingling body.

   Marianne stepped behind me and slowly slid the zipper of my dress down
as I felt a pair of hands softly touching my breasts; caressing them but
not squeezing or pinching, just softly using their palms to caress my
already engorged nipples.  Oh God, Marianne was right, the sensations were
far more intense without the distractions of visual stimuli.

   Marianne had pulled the zipper all the way down.  I felt the cooler air
on the bare skin of my back as the dress back parted slightly but for
several seconds time seemed to stand still except for the stranger's hands
moving lightly over my tingling nipples.  Suddenly the hands were gone and
with one swift motion, Marianne jerked my dress from my shoulders, allowing
it to flutter to the floor.  I heard a sharp intake of breath from the
audience and realized the impression I must be making, dressed only in tiny
black bikini panties, black fishnet hose with black leather cuffs attached
to my wrists and ankles.  My body felt flushed with sexual excitement, my
tingling nipples standing proudly at attention!

   After a few seconds, which I surmised was to allow the members to
inspect my now nearly naked body, I felt two pair of strong male hands
grasp my wrists, pulling my arms away from my sides.  A pair of soft
feminine lips covered my mouth, her tongue firmly demanding entrance. 
Opening my mouth, our tongues excitedly intertwined, urgently exploring. 
At the same time I felt soft hot mouths on both breasts, gently sucking in
my nipples and nipping them lightly with their teeth.  My body trembled at
the sudden attention being paid to it simultaneously.

   For a long minute the exquisite stimulation continued, then the mouths
disappeared as quickly and unexpectedly as they had arrived.  Fingers
hooked the sides of my panties and began sliding them slowly down over my
hips, hesitating teasingly for a second before uncovering my pubic mound,
then sliding them quickly to my ankles.

   Someone, I assume Marianne, grasped my right ankle and lifted it,
allowing her to remove my shoe and slip one side of my dress and panties
away.  She then repeated the process on my left leg.  I next fully expected
someone to roll my hose down and remove them also, but instead I felt
Marianne's warm breath on my ear as she whispered, "I'm going to leave the
stockings on, at least for now.  They make such an exotic statement!"

   As she was whispering to me, a man's hot mouth covered mine in a deep
passionate kiss while his hand slid down my stomach seeking my hot, wet
pussy.  Cupping my mound firmly, he parted my nether lips and ran a thick
finger the length of my slickly wet vulva, then pushed it slowly but firmly
up into my wet, overheated vagina.  After sliding it in and out a few
times, he reluctantly removed it and sought my clitoris, finding it hard
and throbbing.  Satisfied that I was fully aroused and properly lubricated,
he grasped my arm and guided me carefully across the stage.

   After only a few steps he indicated I should stop, then turned my body
slightly to my right.  I could tell by the soft rustling sounds emanating
from the audience that I was again facing toward them.

   Again two men grasped my upper arms and eased me backward and downward
until my butt encountered the butter-soft leather of the bench I had seen
earlier.  I was then urged by hand pressure to lie back until I was resting
comfortably on my back, the soft leather caressing my skin.

   A soft fleece-lined strap was placed across my body, just below my
ribcage, and I heard two soft clicking sounds as it was clipped to each
side of the bench.  It was then snugged tightly, effective immobilizing my
torso.  At the same, strong hands spread my feet until my thighs were
spread wide apart.  I then felt a bar snapped to the rings of my ankle
cuffs.  My legs were now spread wide enough to pull my outer lips apart,
exposing my pussy to the expectant member's view.

   Blindfolded and immobilized in this most vulnerable position, the feel
of soft famine mouths simultaneously again encompassing my nipples, sucking
them in and caressing them with their tongues, took my breath away.  My
abdominal muscles tensed and my inner thigh muscles involuntarily twitched,
lifting my pelvis slightly off the bench.

   Just then I felt a woman's soft cheeks brush against my inner thighs,
her warm breath exciting my exposed, flushed pussy.  Her lips placed light
baby-kisses up and down the sides of my parted outer pussy lips before her
hot tongue flicked out, exploring my vulva and seeking my hard, throbbing
clit.  Her hands reached under my thighs and grasped my hips tightly as she
sucked my clit between her lips, nipping on it lightly and sending little
flashes on electricity racing through my body.

   While the three women continued ministering to my breasts and pussy, two
pair of masculine hands took my wrists and, pulling them outward, placed
each of them on a hard cock.  Wrapping my hands around them I discovered
that one was long and slim, other shorter but much thicker.  As I tightened
my grip and stroked the cocks, I also noted that they were both
circumcised, the thick one having a wide blunt head while the slim one had
a smaller, slightly pointed head.  I mentally dubbed them 'Stud' and
'Needle Dick'.

   For some odd reason, I found this distinction comforting.  Having
assigned names to the men took away the feeling that these cocks were just
so much meat.  They were attached to real men who lived real lives and who
were soon going to thoroughly fuck me.

   After jacking both cocks back and forth for a moment, 'Stud' pulled
away, only to be replaced by another man.  This one was uncut, its foreskin
only partially pulled back away from its massive mushroom shaped head which
was an inch or more thicker than it's average sized shaft!  Wow, I thought,
enter 'Fat Head'.

   I had no more than made this observation when the woman sucking my clit
pulled away, only to be replaced by a pair of hairy legs brushing my
thighs. I felt a large cockhead, which I assumed belonged to 'Stud', rub up
and down my vulva; gathering my lubrication, then nestling itself firmly in
the opening of my hot wet tunnel.  As the rock hard cockhead pressed
insistently against my tiny opening, I felt myself slowly stretching to
accommodate it, gradually flowing around it like hot flowing lava.

   As 'Stud' pressed himself slowly but surely up into my pussy, I felt a
pair of warm soft thighs against my cheeks and a hot fragrant pussy descend
upon my mouth.  From her perfume I knew immediately it was Marianne. 
Driving my tongue eagerly into her slot, I explored it thoroughly, licking
it from back to front; finding her distended clit and sucking it gently
between my lips and massaging it softly with my tongue.

   Meanwhile, the man in my pussy had worked his cock fully into me and
stopped for a second, waiting for my stretched tunnel to adjust to its
massive presence.  Now he slowly pulled out until only his cockhead
remained inside me, then suddenly slammed deep into my hot tight depths,
hitting my cervix as his pendulous balls slapped sharply against my ass
cheeks.  After repeating this move several times, 'Stud' settled into a
steady rhythm; at times pulling completely out, then driving his entire
length into me as I automatically snapped my hips upward to meet his hard
driving thrusts.

   I was quickly reaching the point of no return and could tell from
Marianne's grinding pussy rubbing against my face that she was keeping pace
with me.  Suddenly, Stud's body stiffened as he slammed into me as deeply
as possible, emitting a loud primal scream.  The feeling of his scalding
sperm flooding my pussy sent me over the top, my hips thrashing and
gyrating uncontrollably as Marianne also spasmed, collapsing on me as her
pungent juices soaked my face.

   I lay there feeling Stud's huge cock deflating within my body as his
breathing slowed to normal.  I involuntarily tightened my inner vaginal
muscles in a vain attempt to hold it in place as long as possible but could
feel it slipping its way to freedom inch by inch until, with a wet sucking
sound, it finally popped out.

   Marianne had recovered sufficiently to lift herself from my body and,
with a warm damp cloth, wiped her sticky juices from my flushed face.  As
she showered my face with light warm kisses, I hugged her close and
whispered, "God, that was wonderful!  I haven't had a climax like that in
months.  Is the initiation over?"

   Marianne chuckled deep in her throat, then replied, "Soon darling.  Just
one more little thing to take care of."

   With that she removed the wide fleece-covered strap from my chest as
masculine hands removed the spreader bar from my ankles.  Marianne eased my
limp, spent body into a sitting position and I waited for her to remove the
blindfold.  Instead, she grasped me under my arms and lifted my to my feet.
My legs were so shaky I nearly collapsed but caught myself as two women
grasped my arms and led me solicitously away from the bench.

   After only three or four steps, I was stopped and my body again turned
toward the now whispering audience.  Behind me, I could hear the sounds of
something heavy being manhandled into position.

   After urging me backward a few steps, my heels encountered a platform
that proved to be about a foot in height.  Backing carefully up onto the
platform, I felt two men grasp my ankles and, pulling them widely apart,
snap restraints to the rings of my ankle cuffs.  Next, my arms were raised
over my head and similarly restrained.  The restraining ropes were then
tightened, leaving my naked upright body immobilized and spread-eagled.

   Although I trusted Marianne's previous assurances that I would not be
harmed, I still irrationally half expected to feel the sting of a whip at
any moment.  Instead, I felt a soft warm body press against my back; her
arms circling my body, her palms softly rubbing my nipples.  The magic was
still working; my tingling nipples stiffened and a warm glow again grew in
my quickly dampening crotch.

   The woman behind me leaned forward, placing her mouth close to my ear as
I again caught the delicate scent of Marianne's distinctive perfume. 
Softly she whispered, "Just relax and enjoy, dear heart.  I promise you
this will be a truly unique experience!"

   Suddenly I felt a man's lightly stubbled cheeks brushing my thighs, his
mouth seeking my now burning pussy.  His lips sought my heat and his broad
tongue slipped between my pussy lips seeking my again throbbing clit.  My
body writhed against the restraints as he sucked it gently between his
lips, his tongue flicking it rapidly.

   He brought me nearly to the peak, then suddenly pulled away and rose to
his feet.  Standing before me with his chest hairs teasing my sensitive
distended nipples, he slipped his large cock between my trembling thighs. I
felt his cockhead part my lips and rub slowly back and forth, slicking its
length with my juices, then lodging itself firmly into the entrance to my
cunt.

   Reaching behind me, he cupped my ass cheeks with both hands and pulled
my hips sharply toward him as he thrust himself up into my dripping tunnel.
The head of his cock felt huge as it stretched my opening but, once inside,
my muscles clamped down on its somewhat thinner shaft.  This must be 'Fat
Head' I thought as he continued to ease that massive cockhead deeper into
my stretching sheath.  God, it felt like a tennis ball on a broom stick!

   He continued pushing with his hips while, at the same time, pulling me
onto that wonderful cock!  Finally he was completely buried within me, his
shaft resting firmly against my clit.

   As he held it there, I felt a small, well lubricated finger massaging my
anus, slowly insinuating itself up into my ass.  At first my sphincter
opposed this invasion but soon accepted its presence and relaxed.  After
rotating several times to stretch the opening slightly, the first finger
was joined by a second and then a third.

   For a moment, the woman's slippery fingers thrust and twisted, ensuring
my anus was completely stretched and lubricated.  Suddenly the woman's
fingers were removed and I felt strong male hands spreading my butt cheeks
and a thin pointed cockhead lodged itself in my anus.  I knew it had to be
'Needle Dick'!

   Pressing his slender cock slowly up into me, he soon had it fully lodged
in my ass.  While I had experimented with anal sex before, I had never been
exposed to being penetrated by two cocks simultaneously.  I found it to be
an extremely stimulating feeling.

   After allowing me a moment to acclimate to the sensation of unbelievable
fullness both men, as if by some prearranged signal, began stroking into me
in unison; slowly at first, then gathering speed until they were both
slamming their cocks into my suspended body.  I soon realized I was
reaching a level of excitement I had never before experienced.  The
incredible feeling of being invaded by two cocks was overloading my senses.

   Suddenly the slamming thrusts stopped as both men grasped my hips and
drove themselves as deeply as possible into me, climaxing simultaneously.
The sensation of both cavities being pumped full of scalding hot sperm sent
me over the top, writhing uncontrollably and screaming in pleasure.

   As the twin cocks slipped slowly out of my body I collapsed, my spent
body hanging limply by the wrist restraints.  Seeing that I couldn't
support my own weight, 'Fat Head' placed his arms around me and lifted my
body slightly as gentle hands released the ropes from my wrists and ankles.

   Once my arms were free I threw them tightly around his neck, hugging his
hard body to mine and kissing his warm mouth with wild abandon.  Slipping
his right arm under the back of my knees, he swept my slight body off the
platform, gathering my 97 pounds in his arms as though I were a mere child.
Carrying me across the stage, he gently laid me back on the waiting floor
cushion as the audience, who had been silent during my double penetration,
exploded into applause.

   Sensing others gathering around me, I sat up, bracing my exhausted body
with my arms and smiled wearily in the general direction of the audience
members.  Marianne knelt beside me, one arm comfortingly around my
shoulders.  Placing her lips close to my ear she whispered, "You came
through the initiation in grand fashion my dear.  Ellen would be proud of
you!  Are you ready to meet your costars?"

   As I nodded weakly, she reached behind me and untied the silken
blindfold, unwinding it from my head and letting it flutter to the floor.
The house lights had been turned up and the entire room was now flooded
with bright light.  After being in absolute darkness for so long, it took a
moment for my eyes to adjust.  The first thing I saw was Richard's smiling
face!  Scanning down his hard muscled body I focused on his now limp uncut
cock with its massive partially covered cockhead.  My God, Richard was 'Fat
Head'!

   Marianne introduced me to the men and women gathered on the stage,
introducing Richard as Dick, my surrogate sponsor.  Wow, so Richard was
Ellen's 'blue blooded friend'.  The ramifications of this turn of events
swirled around in my befuddled mind as I smiled at Marianne and merely
said, "Yes, Dick and I have met before."

   Would Dick expose me to my firm?  Not likely considering his vow of
secrecy to the club.  Would he try use this to blackmail me into allowing
him to keep his job?  I didn't think he would dare to try that but I didn't
know.  My mind was so muddled from exhausted I couldn't think straight!


Chapter 5: Afterglow

   Marianne took my hand and said, "Let's get you cleaned up now.  After
you've rested a bit, we can mingle with the other members and you can get
acquainted with some of your new friends." Guiding me back to the dressing
room she said with a smile, "You know, you did even better than Ellen did
on her first night!  Don't tell her I said so, but she required much more
urging and encouragement."

   Reaching the dressing room, I stood under a steaming hot shower,
relaxing my sore aching muscles and clearing my befuddled mind.  After ten
minutes of this, I emerged refreshed to find my clothing, freshly pressed,
hanging from a hook on the opposite wall.  On a nearby table was a small
satin pillow.  Upon the pillow rested a gold fraternal ring with a
beautiful garnet stone; a famine version of the ring I had noticed Richard
wearing earlier in the day.  Slipping it on my finger, I found it fit
perfectly!  Damn, I thought, these people think of everything.

   As I finished dressing, Marianne returned to escort me to a large lounge
area where the members were gathered, sipping drinks and conversing
quietly. Ordering us drinks from the bar, she led me from group to group,
introducing me to dozens of elegantly dressed men and women whose names I
immediately forgot but whom I was sure I would know intimately in the near
future.

   After being introduced to all the people present, Ellen said, "I'll
leave you to mingle now.  When you're ready to return to London, just ask
the barman to notify me and I'll arrange your transportation." Behind me I
heard Dick say, "Don't worry about that Marianne.  Her transportation is
taken care of." With that, he linked arms with me and guided me to a quiet
table in a dark corner of the room.

   "Look Alex, I know this may seem to be a setup but, believe me, you
could have knocked me over with a feather when I received that call from
Ellen this evening.  I had no idea you two knew each other.  To prove it,
when you arrive back at your hotel you'll find a letter from me accepting
your offer to remain with the firm under the conditions you laid out during
our meeting.  Please check the messenger's time-stamp showing the pickup
time and you will find it was prior to the time I could have possibly have
received Ellen's call."

   Accepting his explanation, I leaned toward him and kissed him softly. 
We chatted quietly for awhile until I suddenly started to giggle.  A
thought had crossed my mind that Richard's full nickname was now 'Fat Head
Dick'!  I was just tired enough to make that seem hilariously funny.

   Richard looked at me and asked, "What's so amusing?"

   "Nothing important" I replied with a smile, "Just a random thought."
Perhaps I would share the joke with him sometime, after we got to know each
other much better.

   Finishing our drinks, we moved back to the bar for refills and to mingle
with the other guests.  I couldn't help but notice that most of the male
members, and many of their female companions, openly and appreciatively
assessed my body as we circulated from group to group.  The subject of
Ellen was also a common topic of conversation.  During the evening I
learned more about my friend than I had ever suspected.

   After an hour or so of wandering about the room and chatting with the
others, Richard finally said, "We'd better get you back to your hotel now.
You've had a busy evening and I'm sure you could use a good night's sleep."

   I suddenly realized just how weary I was from the evening's activities
and agreed to his suggestion.  Offering our apologies, we gathered our
wraps and made our way to the parking lot.  I was especially interested in
seeing what sort of car Richard owned.  I've discovered you can tell a lot
about a person by the car they drive.

   Guiding me to the rear of the lot, he remotely unlocked the doors of a
low-slung, gleaming black Aston-Martin.  Damn, I thought, these little cars
don't come cheap.  How in the world could he afford a car like this?  I
knew the amount of Richard's salary and it certainly didn't cover the cost
of this little beauty!

   Opening the door and handing me into the passenger seat, he walked
around to the other side and settled himself in the driver's seat.  The
powerful engine sprang to life with a muted growl of power.

   Pulling out of the parking lot, Richard said, "I know you must be
wondering how I could afford a car like this on what you pay me.  Actually,
my salary is only a small portion of my income.  The majority comes from a
two million pound family trust.  You see, my great grandfather founded a
very profitable shipping line around the turn of the century and my family
is additionally quite wealthy in their own right.  I certainly don't need
to work, but I found I needed the challenge of succeeding in the business
world to validate my ego."

   "An enviable position, I'm sure," I smiled.

   As we neared the outskirts of London Richard fell silent, concentrating
on the increasing traffic.  I sat with my head reclined against the
headrest, my mind drifting back over the events of the day; first the
contentious meeting with Richard at the office, then my conversations with
Ellen, followed by my experiences at The Castle, and finally my discovery
of Richard's participation in my initiation.


Chapter 6: A Glimpse Of The Future

   Arriving at my hotel, Richard placed his hand on my thigh, slowly moving
it upward until his hand cupped my pussy.  Leaning toward me he kissed me
deeply, our tongues intertwining sensuously.  Ending the kiss he said, "I
hope you aren't angry with me for what happened at the club tonight.  It
was , after all, my turn to participate but perhaps I should have recused
myself because of our professional relationship.  On the other hand, I'm
afraid I was also looking forward to sampling that sweet body of yours!"

   "No Richard, I'm not angry about that.  I must admit I enjoyed your body
fully as much as you did mine, although I think I would have had
reservations about the ethics of the situation had I known about it before
hand," I responded with a smile and another tingling kiss.

   I invited Richard up to my suite for a nightcap.  However he demurred,
saying that would probably lead to something else and that I didn't need
any more excitement until I'd had a good night's sleep.  As he helped me
out of the passenger seat of his gleaming little road rocket he said, "I'll
ring you up in the morning.  Perhaps you'll join me for a picnic in
Bournemouth."

   After escorting me to the front door, he kissed once again before he
left, his sleek sports car pulling smoothly into the heavy after-theater
traffic.

   Entering the hotel lobby, I approached the front desk and asked if there
were any messages for me.  The night clerk turned and retrieved an envelope
delivered by a messenger service and two fax messages from my box.

   Entering my suite, I collapsed on the sofa and examined my mail.  The
letter was from Richard and I noted it had been picked up by the messenger
service from his office at 3:58 pm, long before he could possibly have
received Ellen's call.  Since I already knew the essence of its contents, I
laid it aside for the moment and read the two fax messages.

   The first was from Ellen, congratulating on my new membership in her
club and adding that she would call me first thing in the morning for all
the delicious details of the evening.

   The second fax was from the CEO of my firm.  Scanning its contents, I
gasped in total surprise.  Rereading it carefully, I flopped back against
the sofa cushions, staring at the ceiling as a wide grin spread across my
face.

   It seems the board of directors had decided to open a consolidated
overseas headquarters here in London, reporting directly to the company
president and that I was being offered the CEO position.  Should I accept
the position, I should cancel my vacation and remain in London to locate
housing, hire staff, and coordinate the acquisition of office facilities.
Whoa ...  this was completely unexpected!

   I grabbed my corporate address book, looked up Richard's home address
and dialed his number.  When he answered I said, "Grab your jacket and get
your ass back over here as fast as that little toy of yours can make it. 
We're going out on the town and celebrate!"

   "Is this you Alex?  What in hell are you talking about ...  celebrate
what?"

   "Yes, this is Alex.  Never mind what it's about, just haul your sorry
butt over here!  I'll explain later." With that, I broke the connection,
grinning like a fool.

   Dashing into the bathroom, I cleaned up and replaced my now crusty
panties with a black thong.  Grabbing my purse and a light jacket, I dashed
down to the lobby to await Richard's arrival.

   An hour later, comfortably ensconced in a dark corner of an upscale
London club, I asked a puzzled Richard, "How would you like to be the
Comptroller of our firm's Foreign Operations Division?"

   "You must have fried some circuits tonight," he laughed.  "There is no
Foreign Operations Division."

   "That's true ...  but there will be within three weeks." I explained the
fax I had found waiting for me at the hotel.

   Richard was silent for a moment, digesting the unexpected news and
considering its ramifications.  Finally he cleared his throat and said, "Of
course I accept your most generous offer.  As you know, my degree is in
economics and I'm sure I can handle money much better than I can people. 
Just a thought, but do you think you could entice Ellen to accept a
position in our new division?"

   "Let me handle Ellen.  She'll be calling me first thing in the morning.
I'm sure I can put together an offer she can't refuse!"

   "In that case, how about returning to my place for some celebratory
Champaign and ...  umm ...  whatever," he replied with an exaggerated
Groucho Marx leer.

   "Well, if you're up to it, I'm game," I grinned.

   Richard lived in a very large plush apartment located in an equally very
exclusive building only a few blocks away from the club we had just left.
After giving me a guided tour of his obviously expensive lodgings, we
arrived at last at his bedroom suite.  The main room was dominated by a
massive teak four-poster bed.  I noticed, with a slight smile, that the
lower side of its canopy consisted of a huge beveled-glass mirror.

   In one corner was a sitting area with a low coffee table surrounded by
three overstuffed club chairs and a matching love seat.  Seating me on the
sofa, he stepped to a wet bar hidden behind folding doors.  Producing a
chilled bottle of champagne and two flute glasses, he returned, settled
himself next to me and poured our wine.  As we sipped our drinks, we
discussed the ramifications of the fax I had received from the home office.

   Finally, taking the champagne flute from my unresisting hand and placing
both glasses on the table, he slipped one arm around my shoulders and
kissed my raised lips slowly and passionately, his other hand cupping and
gently squeezing my breast.  I felt my body respond to his welcome
attentions; a warm glow growing in my groin and my nipples tingling as they
hardened.  Breaking off the kiss Richard rose and, taking my arm, led me
across the room to the bed.

   As he removed my dress, I fumbled with his belt.  Finally loosening it,
I quickly unzipped his fly and slid his trousers and briefs to the floor.
Dropping to my knees, I grasped his beautiful semi-erect cock and softly
kissed its huge cockhead.  As I flicked my tongue over its sensitive
underside, Richard groaned softly and pulled my mouth firmly to his rapidly
expanding cock.  I licked and kissed my way down its hardening shaft until
I found my nose buried in the course pubic hair covering his pendulous
testicle sack.

   Kissing his balls, I gently sucked one of them into my hot mouth and
massaged it thoroughly with my tongue, then let it slip from between my
lips before slowly licking and kissing my way back up his shaft toward his
cockhead.  As his cock swelled his foreskin had retreated, now exposing the
entire bright purple head, a drop of precum glistening from its slit.  I
licked the drop of tangy fluid into my mouth, savoring its musky flavor
but, as I started to slide my ovaled lips over his now fully inflated cock,
he suddenly grasped me under my arms and lifting easily into his arms,
placed me on my back in the center of the large king sized bed.  Looking
up, I could see my naked body stretched out on the coverlet; my legs spread
wide apart and my tiny bush glistening from Richards saliva and my own
juices.

   Kneeling over my head, he bent forward and buried his face in my eagerly
awaiting pussy, his throbbing cock now directly over my mouth.  As I felt
his broad tongue begin exploring my now flooded vulva, I grasped his shaft
firmly and, with some difficulty, slipped my lips over his cockhead.  I
couldn't get much more than its head into my mouth due to its size but I
sucked on it greedily, while at the same time jacking his shaft back and
forth slowly with both hands.

   While I was attending to his cock, Richard sucked my clit between his
lips and flicked it rapidly with his wonderfully talented tongue.  My body
responded to this sweet torture, my hips involuntarily thrusting against
his demanding mouth.

   Finally, sensing my rapidly approaching orgasm, he sat up and quickly
reversed his position.  Placing a small pillow under my ass, he knelt
between my trembling thighs and, grasping both legs, placed my ankles on
his broad shoulders.  Leaning forward, he clamped his wet mouth over mine.
I could taste my pussy juices on his tongue as he thrust it deep into my
mouth.

   Grasping my wrists, he raised my arms over my head and held them there
as I felt his huge mushroom shaped cockhead press insistently against the
hot, wet opening of my tunnel.

   As his cockhead slowly pushed through the tight muscles surrounding my
entrance and inched its way into my slick depths, I felt my sheath first
stretching to accept it and then contracting behind it to clamp tightly
around his shaft.  My final thought, before surrendering to the wondrous
sensations racing through my body, was "Eat your heart out Ellen!"



The End of Castle - Part 2

(See Castle - Part 3 for more of this story.)