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Bishop Takes Knight Ch. 01

By: FOUNTAINPEN67



Bishop Takes Knight - Knight takes Bishop Part One

By quarter to seven on Friday night, the fifty-fifth floor of the "Shard" skyscraper building was a ghost town; save two offices. Most everyone else had left to begin the weekend at five, however a few die-hard rat-racers hung on until half past six; either out of perceived obligation for some task or because they were shameless suck-ups hoping to be noticed by senior management. 

It wouldn't have mattered. Even senior management was conspicuously absent for the most part from the three floors of Praetorian Group, (as even captains of industry are susceptible to the Siren call of a London Friday evening in late June). The big boss Caesar J. Preston, had departed earlier at five to change up and speak at a dinner before he'd receive one more plaque for the crowded wall in his immense office. The sun would not go down until late, the weather was marvelous and money should have been burning a hole in everyone's pockets. So why then wasn't everyone from the equestrian class of the corporate headquarters either home, on their way home, or going back out and smelling of perfume and heady expectations? 

Why? Because Annette Bishop wanted to be at the office... that's why, and when you are as powerful as she is, if you want it...it happens. End of discussion and with no negotiation. To her, the clock meant less and less over the years and getting done what needed to be done; either for her or the conglomerate always came first. When she'd married Caesar seven years earlier, he'd given her a gold ladies watch with diamonds as an engagement present and as it sparkled on her arm she had even said, "Thank you so much C.J. its beautiful! It is such a shame I never care what time it is!" 

Thirty years her senior, and a widower when he married her; C.J. Preston, thought Annette was just being witty and so he broke out laughing with everyone else at the table in the club; not knowing she was being both blunt and serious. She knew what she wanted then and it most certainly was not a watch. If she got what she wanted she'd buy a watch company. She'd gone from brilliant project manager, to brilliant division head, and now she was a brilliant member of the senior management team of a strong performing multi-national ....plus "the big guy" called her "Mrs." Yet there was more to be had and she knew it. The big guy might have done well to take note that she kept her name when she married him; a shape of things to come from the independent wife burning the candle and toiling away on a lovely Friday night.

Two lights in the on the floor, save the lighted hallway to the elevator were still on. One was in Annette's office. One was in the intern office that opened to directly into Annette's. The intern project, or the "Acolyte Initiative" as it was called, was conceived and spearheaded by Annette. It was her baby and like everything she'd conceived - she owned it! Extremely gifted and talented graduates and third year students from prestigious learning institutions were brought into the initiative and placed with directors, VPs, and the top brass to "sow the seeds" for corporate leadership, ten, twenty, even thirty years down the road. 

Sitting at a chair near Annette' desk, Bradley Knight, or "just Brad" as he insisted, was head down looking at his tablet and pondering some figures. Between Brad and Annette lay a stack of pamphlets, sketches, and portfolios that Annette had decided would need to be directly weighed in on at some point in the very immediate future. On the other side of the pile in a chair much more luxurious than that of Brad's sat Annette, finishing a phone call to Houston Texas. 

She looked over at Brad wrinkling his brow, deep in focused concentration. She'd picked well, she'd told herself as she listened to Frank in Houston blah-blah-blah-ing away and completely ignored the little toady spilling his guts nervously on the other line. She'd picked well when she'd selected her other intern Shelby and she'd done well with Brad. She could have taken a pair of third-year eager-beavers for the summer, but recent graduates worked just as well and didn't have their eye on heading back for their final term in the fall. 

She craned her pretty head of short black feathered hair around the stack of books and portfolios to get a better look at him with a pair of watchful eyes above gorgeous cheekbones that could have belonged to a supermodel or a starlet but instead belonged to the "boss lady." She crossed a pair of long slender legs, pursed the lips on a pretty mouth and beamed with the satisfaction of a tabby cat contemplating an oblivious canary just within her reach. When the selection committee convened in March; as chair, she had the picks of the litter. Privileges of rank, and privileges of being CJ' spouse held sway. 

For Shelby, it was an easy decision to bring her back. She'd been with the Acolytes the previous year on summer break from her university. She'd proven herself to be most valuable, plus Annette was comfortable with the young woman and comfortable with continuing the arrangement. For Brad, she opened his portfolio, looked at his grades, and looked at his photo. He was in. Every other dog at the table could feast on whatever scraps were left in the intern pile and then of course the "We regret to inform you," letters could go out for the balance. 

She noticed he'd lost weight since arriving. But wait,...was that weight loss or just muscle he'd put on making him a bit leaner? She'd been running him ragged that was for sure! From the minute he hit the ground after being unemployed for nearly a year, he was grateful for the opportunity and she could smell that about him. Make no mistake Annette was not only pretty, she was highly intelligent and emotional intelligence was a particularly sharp tool in her skillset kit! She figured things out fast and she figured people out faster... she could tell; who was strong, who was weak, who was to be wary of, who was stupid, who had talents that were hidden from plain sight; within a few minutes of meeting that person. She figured things out, (in the same way she'd figured out Brad the minute she had him come in her office that first day, all those weeks before and she pulled his strings and pushed his buttons with ease). 

It was strange; the more she made him slave harder for her, the more devoted and uncomplaining he became. He was good under pressure and resourceful; she liked that. He was efficient and showed initiative, she liked that as well. He had dark thick hair and was tall wiry and muscled, (without a spec of fat on his sinewy sides, smelled good, and he had buns like muffin tins). She liked that most of all! Her little peeks and ogles could be thought of as more privileges; being the wife of Caesar. It was a lot better than looking at CJ's flabby pale seventy-three-year-old form coming out of the shower along with his bald head! 

Brad was anything but thinking about what he liked at the moment. The numbers became a fuzzy blur in his head. He'd been at work since seven that morning and then at five minutes to five (just as he was tidying up his desk in the next room), Annette had called him and Shelby in. On a Friday evening at quitting time she told them that she needed them both to stay! 

Shelby as usual played the "oh so smart little kiss-ass" and was all "happy and perky at the unexpected opportunity." She never got tired and Brad resented that fact that "Lil miss perky sunshine," could go and go and go! Shelby happened to be currently down on the next floor pulling some materials. He was left with Annette and none too happy about it as she had been in a particularly foul "task-mistress" mood ever since he'd started working late that night! He was grateful for the opportunity to be here (having been placed in this position over so many others), but he'd been going flat-out for the last three weeks and didn't know how much he could take. 

She'd badgered him for arcane infractions of judgement and policy that very few employees would have been held accountable -even in management circles. She'd gotten up and left in the middle of meetings earlier in the week to deliberately leave him there to answer questions on subject matter and policy he was not familiar when he was supposed to be merely a glorified note taker at the activity. She'd held Shelby up for praise in front of him on multiple times and the little minx had the gall to gloat at him while Annette piled laurels and credit upon the young woman's blonde little head. She even tore him down about the suits that he'd chosen and the shoes he wore as Shelby snickered and tittered in the next office. He couldn't tell if he was truly incompetent and sloppy or if she was simply tyrannical sadistic and cruel. 

The worst was the silence. The silence before Annette's explosions could be deafening and her stare could be liquid-nitrogen cold. He knew this first-hand but what he did not know was that for Annette, it was all calculated; calculated like the way she was unnerving Frank out in Houston and was going to tell him shortly not to worry and that everything was alright (thereby securing Frank's loyalty and a sense of indebtedness, and calculated by the way she'd married the boss but kept her last name Bishop instead of Preston. It was all about her "brand," and if her brand was ruthless independence mixed with a dash of cruelty that achieved her goals, then her calculations were not only spot on, they were merited! 

What Brad also didn't know is she'd been testing his metal all this time; gauging him to see what he was truly made of. She'd hadn't even wanted to work late. True, she'd rather have to have knocked off at six and gone out, but not with Caesar to some stuffy banquet hall that smelled of mildewed leather furniture, dust, and old people (just so he could tell his tiresome life story one more time and receive a plaque for it). 

Then of course he'd go home with her over to the West End and there'd be drinks and of course....it was Friday. He'd climb atop her; she'd lay back and take it as he'd huff and puff his pale flabby body up and down between her legs, and wheeze like he was having a cardiac arrest. She'd have to scream like he was killing her and urge him on (while running her hands over that bald head of his), before he'd grunt and spend himself inside her after a whopping three minutes. Then he'd sleep like a fourteen-year-old hound until "golf:30" the next morning. 

No, if she'd have gone home at six she'd have texted CJ and then said she would only make it to the apartment and not the house as work had overwhelmed her. She'd either then go out to one of her favorite clubs and bring home a "new friend" or she'd have a friend meet her at the flat and they'd "stay in" for the night. She'd kept the spacious flat in the West End separate from their house for such contingencies and even had a discrete maid who saw everything and saw NOTHING. Annette might not even see CJ until Sunday night. 

No, all this in front of her; the brochures, Shelby heading downstairs for a file Annette knew was not there, the berating of Frank, and the torture of Brad were calculated. Brad was doing well. He flourished under the kiss of her verbal lashes upon his quivering back; she'd seen it. He just needed a little more conditioning before she pressed the button; his button, and started the machinery rolling in the direction she'd wanted it to go (ever since she'd made the decision that tonight would happen three weeks prior), when she'd seen him bending over her desk and smelled his cologne. She interrupted Frank on the phone, 

"Frank look, there is no problem. These things happen.......Nnnoo heavens no, I am not upset. Look, I spoke to CJ this morning and he agrees with me. We made a mistake at the London office and it was not your people in Houston. You'll be properly resourced from the Chicago offices by next week or I'll come over there personally to assist and make Chicago heads roll, alright....no, I am sure that we can correct for this. Alright, its almost seven here and I have to go alright...ok...all will be well. Bye Frank!"

She'd let him off the hook even though his division was not at fault...she made him believe it had been his fault and now she appeared merciful; a tactic she'd honed to manipulative perfection and which had steeled her reputation for leadership that was strong and benevolent at the same time. People weren't books to her... they were road signs where she only had to glance and she knew all she needed to know. 

She hung up the phone. She turned back to Brad, looking him up and down first. She made her move. 

"So, what are the numbers?" she asked. 

"Thirty three percent," Brad answered. 

"Is that for third quarter?" 

"Projected for fourth quarter. Third quarter was twenty two percent," he answered. She tapped the keypad in front of her and turned her monitor his way." The answer within the figures from another source showed a difference in each figure by a couple of percentage points but she decided the time was right to make a mountain out of a mole hill. 

"I had these figures in front of me all along. Why didn't you information match this expert? I'm not impressed," she said. Brad was crestfallen but he didn't give her the pleasure of showing it. She picked up a proposal he'd been working on and looked through it. He looked straight ahead at her betraying; no emotion whatsoever as she read and muttered to herself. 

"Nope, seen it. Seen it before........Really? Where did you get this analysis from?......You used Michael Stevens from marketing as a source for this? Let me tell you, the only reason Mike is still employed is because he is so very close to retirement and my husband has a soft spot for the old fossil." 

This went on for several minutes. At first Brad listened, then he began to tune in less and less to "it." None of it seemed objective or constructive, all of it seemed to be geared to a snide and derisive attack on the hard work he'd been doing and all of the standards that he was being held to; standards he noticed were conspicuously absent from any of Shelby's work. He didn't tune back in until he heard Annette's voice saying, 

"....and if you can't manage there is a long line of people behind you with original ideas I am sure! You can always go back to your East End flat and ....." Annette's dressing down was interrupted, not by Brad saying anything; by his actions. The camel's back was broken. 

His ass came out of his chair and he tossed his company tablet on her desk and he started to turn to leave. Annette rose out of her chair having seen what she wanted to, (him finding his balls with the boss-lady). She continued to play the part according to the script in her head but now she was satisfied that deep inside; he was no pushover. He was an alpha but an alpha who knew when to pick his fights, there was intelligence there... 

"JUSTWHERE IN THE HELL ARE YOU GOING?" she roared at him! The tigress bared her teeth all white and threatening with her eyes blazing above her pretty high cheekbones. Like the starlets of old she was beautiful when she was angry, (and terrifying too)! Bradley Knight stiffened and then he turned back to her politely. He'd found his balls but he also found his manners and with the calm and eloquence of a French diplomat he spoke to her in a low but forceful tone, 

"I am terribly sorry Annette. It would appear that my talents are not those required by the Praetorian Group. I wish you only the best success in finding my replacement." Annette's jaw dropped and fell three floors into the Shangri-la hotel located below them in the building but she kept playing along. He'd made the move but she couldn't let that phase her.

Her shocked expression now turned to feigned seething rage. She was a good actress and anger was her best item in her toolkit. She stormed around her desk, blew up to him like a Channel gale, and slapped him across the face. The impact sounded like the "THWACK" of a firecracker that resonated through the offices and out into the empty hallway through the open office door. 

"YOU AREN'T GOING ANYWHERE BOY!" Annette thundered at him and she put her face up into his. She smelled his smell and was intoxicated by it. She wanted to bite that chin, suck those lips, rip open that shirt, and work his belt and trousers open to drop them to the floor so she could take what she wanted then and there! She wanted to have this fine specimen....and yet she played the part; storming and seething in his face, eyeball to eyeball looking up at him like a teacher with a wayward pupil who just refused to be "schooled." 

Brad felt the cool shock of the slap that stunned him for a brief instant, then the stinging warm rose up from inside his cheek and radiated outward in all directions. Her face was up in his; her nostrils blowing onto his chin and lips. His lips flashed in a micro smile for a split second. Up out of nowhere his hand came across her cheek with an equally audible "SMACK" that rang again throughout the floor and into the now open lift doors as Shelby was about to step out of them. 

Annette let out an AGHH! at the impact but came right back up and continued to stare back directly into his face unafraid and excited at what he'd just done! He was like putty in her hands now... he'd executed exactly as she'd wanted him to do, (and her clit throbbed and ached like it had been stung by a hornet)! If she didn't get what she needed here tonight she'd spend the whole evening in her private flat away from home with her vibrator trying to get rid of the glorious tension that was now making her pussy moist; a lovely little throb commencing now in the hooded clitoris of her sex. Still she played the role, and she reached into her bag of calculated emotions; pulling out outrage and hauling it out for him to be awed by! 

With a dexterity and forceful swiftness he hadn't counted upon; she seized Brad by his arms, locked one of her heals behind his ankle and with the force of three people fueled by lust imitating uncontrollable anger she through him into the chair he'd just come up out of! He landed back on his arse with an audible OOMMPF! He looked up to see that her towering over him; a raging vicious half harpy-half tigress of a woman and her face was already down in his - her mouth now just a beautiful sneer of furious derision and scorn!

She brought up her leg and planted a black business woman's pump on the far side of his chair so that now she'd trapped him fast where he sat; her high heel just having missed his thigh but caught his pant leg and pinned it. 

For a moment there was silence as thick as tar. She stood over him "Captain Morgan Style," with her foot upon the chair. Brad's face was in hers as much as hers were in his.

His eyes were that of an angry wounded animal that had been cornered but wasn't done yet! He for damned sure knew which end of the fight or flight spectrum he stood on now- she didn't own him! His nostrils flared with an outrage and indignation that told her that he just didn't fucking have to take one more motherfucking second of this! His strong and opened and closed in preparation to throw her the length of the room and leave; he'd never to return again but at least it would be a grand exit! Then he looked down.

OH SWEET JEEZUS! His eyes went wide in disbelief and now it was HIS jaw's turn to drop three floors down into the Shangri-la Hotel, (and check into a King Size bed-suite with her lower jaw to order room service)! He was in shock and his hands unclenched as his fight response "stood down." 

There... directly in front of his face beneath her business skirt and between her thighs; the baldest hungriest pussy he'd ever witnessed just happened to be staring up back at him with a shiny little gold ring through the clitoral hood taunting him and daring him to "bring it on!" He turned his face up and looked at her with a stunned wide eyed expression for half as second and then his face went calm again. He listened as she broke the heavy silence. 


Bishop Takes Knight Ch. 01



"Like I said," she said in a calm low voice of a woman whose rage had been replaced by serious matter-of-factness, "you aren't going anywhere and I meant that. I'm keeping you here and you'll work for me just like Shelby did when we had this conversation and "slap-out" session last year after I made her life a wreck on purpose. If it's one thing I cannot tolerate, it's a slimy little worm of a person who would take all the shit I deliberately handed you over the past three weeks." She continued, 

"Many men would not have had the courage to get up out of that chair when you did. I hate and despise people who are complete tyrants, (like the one I've been playing), but I hate even more the gutless servile little dogs who take abuse from them because they enable their lot in life. Remember that! Oh and one more thing....YOU'VE PASSED!" 

A second later, two faces rushed together like a pair of trains on the same track with a torrid hungry collision! They fused and smushed lips together as arms wrapped torsos and pulled bodies together with a THUD of muscle and sinew against more muscle and sinew! Lungs pushed air up and out of blowing nostrils! Teeth chewed and sucked lips, tongues explored mouths!

His free hand came up and under her skirt; finding that her sex was wet and impatiently waiting for the rude probes of his fingers! She sighed and pulled her mouth away from his to look him in the eyes the instant his fingers found her hole and entered her dark moist warmth. Her pupils dilated. Her teeth latched onto his chin and she bit down, testing the strength of his skin without breaking it; feeling chin stubble upon her tongue! She tasted salt and sweat as her nose huffed in his aftershave. It was as if her tongue, nose, lips, and sex were tasting him at different locations and they liked the woody earthy notes of this rare delicacy! 

The tastes and smells now caused her to grind those slender hips of hers forward and upward against his flicking digits and her swollen nub of a clit mashed against the heel of his hand! If she had her way, she'd stuff all of him in there; the arm, the broad shoulders, the handsome high cheek boned face, his torso hips and legs; all up inside her and keep him there all bloody long night! 

Her hands came down and grabbed his hips; sliding behind to cup his ass through his business pants. She clawed and squeezed at his glutes and determined that indeed; they WERE solid as a bronze sculpture - just as she'd envisioned and speculated two nights before when masturbating furiously in her bathtub with the bubbles up around her neck and a half empty bottle of red wine next to her glass on the tile floor!That night, she'd cum so strong and loud that the Spanish maid Felicia, pushed open the door in alarm; thinking her mistress had slipped in the tub! 

One of Annette's hands came back around to the front his trousers and snatched his cock though the fabric of his pants. Through the material she noted she could wrap her grip around the shaft to hold it like a veiny tennis racket however she was unable to close her fingers together; a good sign for her! As for the length....she wagered he was in the category of barnyard livestock and if he did not work out as an intern, there was always the possibility of throwing a saddle on him for Sunday rides through Hyde Park! Both her hands came around and fumbled with that belt and zipper of his as high up above, two hungry mouths devoured each other in a gluttonous feast of sucks bites slurps and chews; sounding as if particularly good soup was being eaten and all diners had left their manners at home! 

Her cunny began to dew up hard from the press of his fingers against her red swollen little starter button; which throbbed and sorely ached as though it might burst beneath its hood and gold ring! His fingertip grazed across the hood and the ring itself; pulling it back away from the pink nub. Another digit that was slightly drier accidently brushed over the organ's bald head; creating a friction that made her throw back her head and her suck her breath in! The tigress liked it and looked as if she might roar with joy!

He brought his fingers down and pushed them into a cone at the juicing moistness of her hole. The entrance was now both slick and wide and he pushed them up and in past the entrance to baste his digits in the snug warmth of her inner truffel making her gasp as if all the wind had been knocked from her. He curved his fingers slightly as they plunged in up to the knuckles and found her inner dynamo; a mass of nerves and distended pink flesh! 

Annette's eyes narrowed as she felt the friction of those very same fingers as they brushed over her g-spot. The sensation produced a joyous shout that rose up out her lungs in a heartfelt OOOHHH YESSS! JUST LIKE THAT! OH YES! YES! YES! before she mashed her lips back to his, latching on with more the furious wet suction and torrid feeding of hungry mouth against hungry mouth! As his hands strummed away at her sex, his belt buckle "jingled" open under the touch of her fingers. A split second later his snap and zipper "clicked" and "whizzzzzzzed" as the last restraints of his trousers had yielded to her persistent fingertips. 

His pants came down next, as did her skirt, then his boxers. Shortly thereafter; two sets of bum-cheeks and legs were free and unencumbered by clothing that now lay heaped on the floor. She kissed him hard again pulling; his cock in her hand and wondering what she could possibly do with all of THAT which was throbbing away in her palm!

She looked down and OH DEAR YES! It most certainly was as immense as she'd thought! He could very well split her in two with that thing and she was more than ready to try! Another hungry kiss and then he and she pulled apart as her hands made short work of the tie. She hated that tie on him anyhow- nearly as much as she did that belt of his; he'd be getting new ones from her soon she'd already decided. 

With the tie on the floor in the growing mound of clothes, she now pulled his shirt off up over his head and off of his arms; making it sail over her shoulder and having it land somewhere by the window. He now stood before her in all his glory. She stood before him wearing her blouse and business jacket, her skirt on the floor; quite bottomless however save her black heels as she paused to look him up and down.

He was all wire sinew bone and muscle just as she'd estimated; she could always forecast a firm or a soft market from ten miles away and she thought him to be quite bullish indeed by all appearances! What's more, she'd seen him toil, listened to him speak, heard him try to influence her and others with articulate points of view on complex minutia. She immediately surmised there was a mind harnessed to this engine and that fact made her wet as a spring picnic! 

She continued looking up and down, up and down, (grinning and smiling with tight lipped approval); much as a champion formula one driver inspects an engine ahead of a race. He'd do! He'd do and fucking then-some!

"Y'know," she said as her eyes came up to meet his while her hands reached out to his cock and frig at it, "that was a really good stout slap you handed out back there; not to hard but not too damned girly! There was a man on the end of that hand who knew 'measure and control!' ...I like that!" 

"Your slap stung nicely too!" he answered with eyes looking straight back at hers and his lips curving slightly in a confident smile that appeared for a nano-second but not so fast as to escape her detection. Confidence! GOOD GOD ITS CONFIDENCE! She saw his in that briefest instant unmistakably in spades, and a shiver rand up and down her spine that made her bare ass prickle with goose flesh from it! The coolness left however as quickly as it had arrived for now she had a glowing pile of stoked coals in her boiler and she'd just picked up a full head of steam! 

She spun around and leaned out over her desk to gaze out at the city skyline through the window; the dropping sun and the tall buildings of the Southwark district providing her with the perfect backdrop for what was about to happen. It was too early for twilight on that June night, but it would come, and more importantly; so bloody-well would she! Damned good and hard! 

She lowered herself onto her elbows over her own desk (behind which she'd made countless deals, built dozens of fortunes, dashed hopes, fulfilled dreams, and planned schemes worth hundreds of millions of pounds), until she rested on her belly and with her hands; she pulled up the coattails of her ladies business jacket to offer her bare bottom up to him! It would've appeared as a supreme gesture of good will and making-of-amends to him at first glance, (if it were not for the fact that it was also a means to supreme selfish gratification for her, and they both now knew this). She cracked the whip, made things happen, and told people what to think all through the week; as she'd done every week and for the last seven years; as one who is dominant and in charge will always do. Now she wanted to be weak and humiliated; to release all responsibility and be the one dominated. She glanced over a shoulder and looked him in the eye again. 

"You like my slaps across your cheek, do you?" she asked, "Well perhaps I need yours on mine from time to time. Now let's see how well you can work with THESE cheeks!"

He knew what to do. Just as in college with spoiled little coed girls who teased and found themselves across his lap... he knew what to do. He'd given it to them then and he'd give it to her now! Up came his hand, high in the air. He brought the thumb and four fingers down with the skill of a practiced surgeon across her rump, producing a punctuated gunshot FWAP!

Her head bolted up in the air and her body reared back with the impact! Her lips released a wailing howl of AAAAAAHHHHH! as if she'd just stepped across hot coals! He pushed her back down to the desk. That .......was spank number one. 

She wondered if he'd put all his best into that first one and would now paddle her arse like a limp-wristed hair-stylist; having spent himself in the first go! She was happily wrong however for as his hand came down again, it struck with the same thunderous force that made her head fly back again with wide eyes in a wonderfully tortured howl of AAAAAAGGHH! As she bobbed her head from side to side to shake away the delightfully humiliating sting she now had her answer; he most certainly did have more in him -just as the first! That .......was spank number two! 

His hand was high again and fell with another vicious FWAP! that knocked the wind from her momentarily. When the air came back in her lungs she let out a hoarse cry that was a half-sob half-roar of anguished EEAAAAAGGGHHH OOHH HOH! HO! HO! as her eyes teared and her ass hopped up and down to try and shake away the hornet sting smack that had just nailed her! That was spank three............. and Brad was just warming up!

Her flesh was already showing a red blush from just the three smacks. The sting had her whimpering and wailing now, but at the same time there was distinct and persistent throb that began to build in her clitoris. She knew that throb and only a few people had ever been able to achieve it by corporal punishment alone! The fact that a spanking had brought it out (and so bloody soon), well; she was impressed-she had to admit!

Fear and curiosity now fused with pain and pleasure; making a wonderfully dangerous cocktail for her senses and perceptions. She brought her hands back to shield her reddened arse from more of his blows but he was too fast. It was most certainly not his first time playing at this game! 

He snatched first one of her wrists and then the other until they both were captured and secure in one of his large hands. He had her now fast with both her hands behind her back. He bent down and scooped his necktie from the floor with his free hand before she knew what he'd done and then he proceeded to bind her wrists tightly. She wasn't going anywhere and she knew it; what's more she LOVED IT- OH HE WAS GETTING HIGH MARKS FROM HER NOW IN THE BACK OF HER HEAD!

He held her hands by the improvised binds with enough length at one end so that his hand could steer her arms out of the way as easily as manipulating the tiller of a sailboat. She whimpered pitifully but in her wicked little mind she was on fire with curiosity as to just when the blows would begin and what he would do next; making another dribbling dew accrete in her sex. The other hand it would seem was was free to do as it pleased and what it pleased to do now was "explore" and caress the reddened flesh of her bottom! 

His hand moved to the already savaged flesh and instead of raining down more, he gently massaged and kneaded the warm reddened cheeks; soothing the stings away. Annette closed her eyes and simply enjoyed the wondrous decadence of both his touch and the fact that she'd let such a handsome subordinate treat her so. The fact that the tables had turned so quickly and she'd been placed in a vulnerable position by him without hesitation made this tightrope dance of trust versus punishment and pain all the more delicious for her!

The hand smoothed the flesh around, pushing the muscles of her glutes before moving up under her blouse and long jacket that had ridden up in the struggle. He moved along her spine massaging the knots, cricks, and twitches out of a dozen muscles on its way up to her shoulders; making circles of motion and pinching grips of tissue all the way up. With every pinch and squeeze of the hand she felt the tensions and worry that had entrenched themselves in her spine melt away like hot wax to a flame! All that remained for her was the sensation of the caresses, the sound of their breathing, and the sound her own mewing as another little knot or crick would melt away under his touch! 

He looked down at the form he now worked upon. He was an artist when he sculpted in flesh and this was a particularly fine canvas to work upon. He'd known she was skinny from all the time she and he had worked together but now he could feel the muscle tone and sinew on this slender feline beauty and understood. She had the long body of a Bolshoi ballerina; everything about her slender form punctuated by slender elastic grace masking strength and athletic power - like a cat she was! A pure calculated hunter of a CAT, and despite the fact that he had her tied with her hands behind her back and bent over her own desk; her heart shaped ass cheeks now bumping the head of his veiny cock, she had him EXACTLY where she had intended him to be! She might have just as well had pounced on him and gobbled him up in one gulp she had him so fast! Her emotional intelligence worked that way....she knew sometimes; you must appear weak or even BE weak (just a little), so that you can yoke the strengths of the other to your needs! 

In a gesture of mutual trust, he dropped the end of the tie in his hand and her wrists thumped on her magnificent bum with a thud. She did not try anything, she only relaxed and bathed in the pleasure of his other hand coming up beneath her blouse and jacket; gripping and circling at her flesh and smoothing away dozens of times she'd tensed her back up that week over one irritating development or another. Her cunny pulsed, ached, and throbbed now as both hands joined up at her shoulders to knead and rub her tensions away to nothingness until his fingers moved to her neck and the base of her skull. 

She was glad she hadn't worn the lady-tie today; her blouse now being open around the neck allowed his hands to come up and around to run fingers through her hair. Those same fingers began to wander; stirring the blood around and massaging her scalp. She moaned drowning in bliss and closed her eyes with a happy sweet smile as the hands began to gently tug at her hair in nice firm little pulls that felt absolutely splendid!

His penis brushed the meaty lips of her sex; the mushroom bell-head actually poking at entrance by accident as he continued to massage her scalp. The hands moved back down own her neck and spine to find the middle of her back; kneading the flesh all the way and making her want to purr! She was juicing well now and decided it was, "no time like the present" to do something "impish and naughty." 

Her pretty head of short hair turned to look back over her shoulder and made a grin. She pushed back against the cock at the entrance to her puss-hole and let the laws of physics and anatomy do their dirty work! His cockhead pushed straight on through the opening and both lovers felt an electric shudder of joy!

He was now sheathed inside her by a quarter of his penis! She gasped as she adjusted to the lovely stretching penetration. He was instantly distracted by the sweet clinging feminine "wet-warmth" of her sex! Her eyes met his and her face morphed into the most devilish of smiles as she said, 

"In all the way now Brad.....hope you're not done spanking me; I've been simply awful to you! A real man might want a little payback?" Her suggestion of course was totally unnecessary. He knew what he was about and he knew what she needed; felt it, saw it before him and smelled it! She knew that he knew. This made it all the more better!

The masseuse hands went high again to knead at her shoulders before they came down from her back to seize both of her lovely dancer hips. Brad pulled himself up into her halfway in one thrust. She yelped at the unexpected stretch that beer-can cock of his provided her and then caught her breath while he waited patiently.

Her lips trembled and she screwed her eyes shut for a moment. Presently a smile returned to her face. She nodded her head as if to say "ready here," and with that he thrust himself deep up inside the remaining distance of travel in one go; massive balls swinging up to smack her clit in pleasant little love tap of Newtonian physics. Her eyes went wide her mouth made an "O." She was speechless with quaking delight and could only gasp! A moment later however, she found her voice and the sound of OHHHHHHHH BRAD YEAAAHHH! echoed throughout the corridors of the office floor trumpeting the boss lady's approval! 

Brad waited a second for Annette to get used to what was lodged inside her and then he began to thrust hips against quim in a deliriously pleasing glide-motion for both people! His hand came up as Annette bit her lip, and with the same force as before; he brought it down FWAPPP! onto her ass; timed perfectly while his cock was on the forward stroke! A call of AAAAAAAHHHH! escaped Annette's lungs as her pain and pleasure had now at last begun to fuse themselves together into one harmonized sensation. In the aftershock of his smack, a great smile spread across her face! She had what she needed and now she wanted MORE! She got it, in rapid fire succession. 

Brad's hand went high again -only this time the blows fell with greater rapidity; each one landing FWAP! in a scorching impact on her bum only to be repeated again and again as the spanks fell like FWAP FWAP FWAP FWAP against Annette's quivering flesh! The effect was positive and immediate, she howled and wriggled with joy as a bad girl should when she'd earned a spanking from one she'd tormented so! 

The blows rained down over and over as his cock slewed back and forth up into her cunny which now juiced like a ripe mango being pressed! She lost her sense of time and the seconds and minutes blurred together like watercolors into something cloudy meaningless as now all her mind cared for was the delightful stinging slaps and the plowing stretching fucks! FWAP! FWAP! FWAP!




Bishop Takes Knight Ch. 01



The hand concussions to her rump and battering ram thrusts had a cumulative effect. They now spurred her forward towards her climax like a mare being ridden by an expert jockey with a keen whip-hand! "How long has this been going on," her fevered mind wondered, "five minutes? Seven? Ten? .....OH BLOODY HELL WHO FUCKING CARES- HE IS FUCKING WONDERFUL!" 

She screwed her eyes shut as the sensations of humiliation, pain, pleasure, and stretching penetration spurred her on into the home stretch and she sobbed and wailed like her heart was breaking! She was there teetering on the edge of it, oh so wonderfully close!......One more plowing thrust and stinging spank and she'd have the finish line. It came... FWAP! and she sucked in her breath with eyes still closed. That did it for her - utter release! 

Annette's eyes opened again as the climax rushed through her! Her pussy let go and splashed hot dew down Brad's cock, balls, and legs as her throat set free a joyously tortured howl of OOOOOOHHHH AAAAAAAGGHHH!  Another blow hit FWAP! and she shouted a heartfelt OH-OH- OH, OHYESSSSS AAAGGGHHH! from somewhere down in the depths of her belly!

Her legs and buttocks quivered like they were shocked by electric current and more splashes piddled from her sex! Wonderful involuntary shudders ran up her spinal column straight into her scalp to tickle and tingle at the very hair follicles. Oh yes she'd chosen well for damned sure, (her fevered mind and the runny juicing peach between her legs now told her as much)! 

Brad slowed his pace as he was not quite there; he knew he had time and he let her have hers first. Meanwhile Annette had made up her mind that there would be more....many more like this; oh so many more! She lay beneath him cooing and moaning softly; allowing little micro quakes and tremors deep inside her to do their dirty work. Her toes and fingers opened and closed as the shakes and shudders continued but lessened until she was only aware that her heart was running a mile a minute and her breathing was now a series of content raspy gasps as if all the air in the room was scarce. She was in the conscious realm of "here and now"; happy content and unburdened by a care in the world! 

Brad now reached for the necktie that bound her wrists; gently removing her restraints with deft plucks of his fingers. She continued to lay on her belly with her head to one side; mouth and eyes wide-open.. staring into nothingness, just blinking and experiencing tranquility. He ever-so-carefully rubbed those wrists of hers as he slewed his cock, back and forth....back and forth slowly now; up into her pink flowing box.

He looked down at her. She was beautiful; older than him by twenty-one years but a true black-haired powerful beauty nonetheless and she knew it well! Her breathing finally returned to normal and he saw this was his cue to uncouple his cock from her. He withdrew. 

He stepped back and helped her to her feet from the desk. She turned around and threw her arms around the naked man towering in front of her that had just made her feel so wonderfully weak! Her lips found his and she sucked and chewed at his mouth with hungry gratitude for what he'd just given her. Her lips pulled back and she smiled a snorting smirky little minxie smile as her eyes met his. 

"What are you thinking about?" he said to her. 

"Round two!" she giggled back without hesitation or a note of reservation. It was like she'd just had the most wonderful cocktail and she was ready to hold her glass up to the barkeep for another! He smiled and nodded, he had the fuel in his tank and could go for a little release of his own, but first he wanted to season the meal he'd just tenderized! 

Strong hands came up and spun her around. Annette was ready. She started to bend forward over the desk only to have the hands to stop her and straighten her up again. 

"No," he said firmly. She stood still. The strong hands came up and reached in-between the opening of her long corporate pin-stripe jacket and found the low-cut blouse top. The fingers now worked the buttons off one by one and then came up to unhook her bra.

She was pleased to see that he popped her lacy little brassiere off with all the confidence of the fashion designer who'd first sketched the damned thing! It felt good to get one's bra off at the end of the day, yes; having it done by this handsome one however ; HOLY SHIT-to her it was simply heavenly!

She'd leave her shoes on for him... (and for her as well). She loved getting "it" in heels! It didn't matter how bad they hurt; if she was lucky he'd be giving her a foot rub tomorrow morning before breakfast! 

She loved the hands. They were powerful and yet quite articulate. She brought them up and scrutinized them in the light of the descending evening sun, (as if she were looking at a fine jeweled necklace in the orange glow).

Yes, strong and powerful they were; definitely the hands of a man, but there was something else about the long fingers and carefully clipped nails that she couldn't quite describe but she knew it hooked her psyche. Had she seen those hands in a painting by a renaissance master? He could have been a hand-model by her estimation. He could have been doing a lot of things with those looks. What was he doing here? 

"WHO CARES GIRL!" her mind stormed back at her with a common sense rebuke, "you get this boy-toy dumped in your lap with a bow tied around that nice fat horse-cock of his, and you want to know why somebody else isn't getting the benefit of HIS HANDS? Seriously woman, are you daft or just stupid?" She realized she shouldn't anger the stars nor the inner gear works of the universe with silly questions; as looking a gift horse-cock in the urethra would be extremely poor form, bad Karma, and ill advised!

She decided now only to be grateful for those two hands and she brought them to her lips to kiss them! She could taste her sex upon them; smell it on them too. The two hands now moved up her jaw and cheeks in a nice facial massage. They tweaked her earlobes, traced the lines of her nose and gently rubbed over her closed eyes. The fingers then moved back down over her beautifully sculpted cheekbones and as they traced along her chin and lips she opened her mouth to suck his fingers hard; one at a time! 

Once again, the smell and taste of her own sex registered in her mind and made her pussy tingle. Over two decades before; back in her first year at university she found out just how much she enjoyed that taste. She'd attempted to relieve the stress of a tedious late night/early morning study session marathon by turning out the light and masturbating beneath the covers of her small bed. She brought her fingers up to her lips and nose after a whimpering "self-release" and it was there and then that she first realized she was bisexual. She'd had the clues, thoughts, and suppressed musings for many years but it was at that very moment in time that she knew she truly loved "nookie-nectar" as much as she loved "boy-batter." 

A few days later her realization was "etched in stone" as her roommate Yvette came back early from class and caught Annette furiously abusing herself and not having heard the door opening. There was a shriek and an embarrassed cover-up on the part of Annette followed by her nubile French roommate with the neck of a swan pausing, before then spinning around to lock the door and flick off the light switch. 

Yvette moved silently across the room as Annette babbled some ridiculously contrived explanation; stepping out of bits of her clothes along the way with the grace of a gazelle. She leaned over Annette putting finger to her lips and silenced her with a soft SHUSSHHH like she was calming her roommate after a bad dream! Yvette then pulled her camisole up over the top of her head and the panties from around her slender hips then joined it on the floor. 

"Don't be afraid and or confused Annette," Yvette whispered to her in her squeaky little Edith Piaf voice that tickled Annette's ears, "this is ok; I want this and you want this. I have watched you for weeks! Now please, let me in. I want you to feel good and this will make me feel good!" 

She had the caring face of a friendly little pixie that was all happy; filled with love and without a single speck of malice or condemnation. Annette nodded her pretty little head and with that, Yvette pulled back the covers from bed momentarily and their two forms joined together in the darkened tranquility of the room. Within an hour the two young women sobbed and cried together with joy beneath the covers and from there on in; Annette was hooked on it and was avowed to be someone of "dual tastes." She was not merely bisexual, she was a torrid hypersexual and she sought out men and women with equal fervor; often with Yvette at her side as a remora travels alongside a shark to feed off the bits and the leftovers. 

In the years that followed she'd had a multitude of men and of women and her appetites for both sexes never subsided. In fact, those very same appetites transformed her over the years into a bit of a connoisseur who knew for damned sure what she liked, and what she simply fucking didn't! Right now at the age of forty-three on the executive floor of the Praetorian Group Corporate Headquarters; she knew for damned sure that what she wanted was running its fingers in and out of her mouth as she sucked each digit as if it were a naughty little penis that tasted of her sex! 

Her oral enthusiasms did not go unnoticed by him and as she made it to thumb, his penis throbbed a little jump; bouncing just between the cheeks of her buttocks. The mushroom bell-head of his cock caught the notch of her bum just right, and it rubbed across the pink pucker of her anus. It was a happy accident for both but especially her!

She flinched with a decadent little shudder of pleasure; as he'd bumped himself against one of her most sensitively wicked naughty spots! That rude little crater of pink rosebud flesh just happened to be a favorite of hers to be tickled, teased, licked, poked, and most definitely fucked! She'd give it to him shortly, but first she wanted to see what else was on that delightful mind of his! 

Apparently his mind was focused on hunger as he craned his head forward and his lips and teeth found her neck. Meanwhile his hands now found the champagne goblet orbs of her breasts and began to squeeze. She tilted her head to the side as his lips, teeth and tongue gnawed and chewed at her neck like a hungry dog thrown a juicy delicacy.

At the same time that pair of hands that she adored so much, teased tweaked and pinched at her gumdrop sized nipples. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and ran a tongue across her full bee-stung lips. She sighed, wishing only to make this go on and on -forever!

The hands now left her breasts for as moment and came up to forcefully pull her jacket and blouse from her shoulders and throw them into the pile of clothes on the floor. She stood naked now just like him; an exquisite statue freshly unveiled and wonderful to behold. She loved and marveled at that strong explosive strength with which he'd disrobed her; he was an eloquent gentleman one second, a brutish gladiator with remarkable strength and speed the next...... before then returning back to the gentleman with the touch of feather on a baby's cheek. It happened just that quickly! 

Ohhh how he'd made her moist when he removed the last of her clothes! She felt the tingle in her sex when he did it sure enough...but what was his motive she wondered? It puzzled her for a half second before she realized he'd been clearing his plate of all unwanted garnishes so that he might feast on the most prized morsels; as he now seized her by the teats and his lips and teeth found her neck to dine once more upon! A delighted smile spread across her face as she looked off to the descending sun in the window. 

His wet nibbling's upon her neck now moved to her neck-spine where he sucked and chewed, sending electric shivers straight down to her bum; her short hair having been ideal for such a maneuver as there was nothing to get in his way! Now he moved on to the other side of her neck while she brought one of his hands down to her clit to strum a tune on her starter button once again. Her hand then came up to her free nipple and as his deft fingers touched her swollen hooded pink bean and piercing. She rocked her hips in a lewd rubbing hip-roll that began to grind the pink crater of her anus around the mushroom head of his cock like a mortar and pestle in a wonderfully wicked friction that screamed for penetration - but not yet. Oh he was good! 

He tweaked her teats and diddled her clit for another minute or so while feasting on that long creamy neck that smelled of the most delicate perfume. She was becoming increasingly moist again in that dark lovely truffle patch between her legs. He brought he brought his fingers up from her sex and greedy bitch that she was; she snatched those very same fingers and brought them to her mouth; sucking them clean once more. She was an absolute glutton concerning things most carnal... she just couldn't help it!

"Greedy!" he whispered in her ear as she giggled like a little imp and sucked his fingers. He pulled his digits from her mouth and sent them back down to her sex to stir them around in the musty warmth of her honey pot; bringing them back up again scented with her effluvial essence! He was like a prehistoric hunter who'd successfully retrieved honey from a wild beehive and he would not be denied this time! 

He brought the myrrh scented fingers to his own nose and breathed in hard the richness of her pink smoked salmon and truffle croquet. Her fragrance triggered something wonderful in his brain and sent testosterone shooting through his bloodstream! He bucked his hips to soothe the exquisite tension in his balls and his cockhead pushed against her anal pucker. She squealed and giggled with delight from this bestial sensation! He popped his fingers in his mouth and tasted her sex; savory, salty; full of brine. His hunger had now decided for him, it was time he thought as by the taste of things, "Soup's bloody-well on!"

"On your knees up on top of your desk boss!" was all he said to her. He dropped down low for a split-second, and before her mind had time to register what had happened; he'd hoisted her by her hips onto her desk and rested her on her knees with the strength of a colossus packaged in the body of an ancient Greek warrior! He was completely in charge of her affairs once more and he leaned her forward until her face lay on her desk to one side with her ass high in the air; supported by her knees. Whatever it was he'd done; she felt completely weak, helpless, and vulnerable. Oohhh how she loved it! 

Alright, she wondered; he'd got her up on the desk all head down and arse up, but for what purpose? What was next? What was on his mind? 

"Ooooohhh!" she squealed and cooed with delight as she felt those strong hands pull apart her ass cheeks followed by a long tongue snaking into the hole of her quim. Her mouth fell open as she once again gave herself over that mouth of his and let him gobble and gorge at her sex. Her hand came up to touch herself and he slapped it away - if he needed help with the meal, he'd let her know! His own fingers now diddled at her clit; preparing it for what was next. After a few luxurious seconds of snaking out her quim pipe with his tongue, he brought his mouth down to her pierced swollen bean of clitoris to suck her hard with in a good old-fashioned mouth-tugging clitty blowjob! 

"AAAGGHH OH DAMN BRAD YES! YES, YOU FUCKER, YES!" Annette gasped urging him on and trying to mash her clit down even harder into his mouth with her hips. She wanted him to suck it and pull and nibble it hard; she couldn't care in the least how rough he was getting - it felt that fuckin' brilliant for her!

His lovely long fingers found her juicy pussy-hole and while he sucked her clit like he was nursing from a nipple he pushed one, then two, then three inside her quim and rooted around, rubbing and frigging her as she wheezed and gasped and whined. She loved the sensation of being sucked and stuffed; absolutely loved it!

Her hands came up underneath her to tweak and pinch at her gumdrop nipples again as she continued to focus on what his mouth was doing. Wait...it moved. NOW JUST WHERE DID THAT LOVELY SET OF LIPS AND TEETH GET OFF TOO? 

As she continued to tweak and pinch she felt the teeth and lips "re-appear" on the cheeks of her ass, biting and teasing and driving her wild as the fingers plunged in and out of her juicing quim-hole. She wanted him to continue to suck her clit but now it seemed his digits were driving events for her and he'd let his mouth take a supporting role. Her sex was beginning to make delightful sloshing sounds as those fingertips of his once again shook hands with her G-spot but at a wickedly wonderful angle and moved back and forth with wonderful rapidity over her lovely little "juice trigger!"

She began making a series of yips and yelps as his fingers and his teasing bites on her bum began to push her slowly to another lovely little juicy cum. One of her hands came up and found her clit, (if he wasn't using it right now, she figured she'd borrow it back for the moment)! But wait! His mouth had stopped biting her bum. Where was it? Where did it g...gooooooo OH FUCK YES! 

She wriggled her ass appreciatively and squealed with wicked glee as his tongue now probed at the perfect pink life-saver pucker of her anus; first exploring around the rim and then pushing on through the hole like a delightfully warm wet articulated finger! This added sensation she found especially pleasing as now it blended perfectly with the other naughty agitations provided by her own fingers furiously strumming her clit, his fingers milking her G-spot, and her hand tweaking first one of her nipples; then the other. Now all of her sexual receptor stations seemed to be occupied and "receiving reports" as the "situation developed" in her core. 

She felt the tongue push in deeper. GOOD GOD! How much tongue did he have? If it was anything like his cock, he'd probably be tickling her tonsils with it in a few seconds she estimated! The thought made her giggle. It also made her grateful that she'd been to the ladies executive loo at a little after four that day to "clean out and clean up a bit!" Make no mistake, she was no stranger to anal sex but with its possibility (not to mention her strong appetite for it), there came responsibilities and precautions to "make things nice for everyone." 

The tongue licked and lapped but it was now joined by ardent teeth and lips that pulled, tugged, and nibbled at the raised flesh of her naughty back door! It was apparent to her that he appreciated the little structure of pink ragged perfection as he now hungrily chewed and noshed at it like a particularly captivating delicacy. It was good that he should like it so and she felt more at ease; even ecstatic with the eagerness that this terribly handsome termite torridly tackled her tight "tushy tunnel" with tongue and teeth! She was proud of her body (as well she should have been), and she was just as proud of her perky little pink bum hole! She'd even devoted time at home when she pampered herself to keep it as well-shaven and tended to as much as her cunny; for as with all lovely places to stay -she never knew just who might "pop in" for a visit!




Bishop Takes Knight Ch. 01



Brad for his part marveled at the beautiful display presented by her crotch! The list of ladies in the past who'd toppled over like nine-pins to his charms was a long one and his nose (just like his cock), was no stranger to the real-estate between a woman's legs or her bum cheeks - but this lady? OH GREAT BLOODY HELL SHE WAS A FETCHING SIGHT! 

Hers was a whole new example of a manicured and well-kept pleasure garden in which he now played! He was like a happy handsome wild boar as he rooted around between Annette's cheeks hunting for truffles in her magnificent bum! He relished how his every hungry chew, lick, snuffle, and gobble, made her sigh squeak and squeal. She was having the time of her life by the sounds of it (which made the experience all the more pleasurable for him) and as the minutes passed he didn't listen to the ache in his jaw or that of his wrist plunging in and out of her; instead paying attention to only his insatiable hunger as he gorged and fisted away at her upturned fesses! 

Annette now felt another wave building up inside her - good lord he was good! His fingers now were not just shloshing in and out of her puss-hole, they were rubbing and hooking at the most tortuously exquisite of angles; almost continuously pulling and grinding at the mass of nerves comprising her G-spot! Thanks to him her coals were properly stoked red-hot and her own fingers were a blur upon her clit which now throbbed like it might explode from all the blood that had filled it! Again time meant nothing to her and she had no earthly idea how long she'd been on her desk with her ass up and his face feasting down into it; she simply didn't care! All she cared now was that "IT" was coming again and "IT" was going to be a big one -- oh she could tell! 

Her breathing became labored, hard, and heavy. Her eyes narrowed and she began to buck her bum up n down whimpering and blubbering as if she had a belly ache. She began to mew and wheeze through her nose. Her mouth opened but no sound came out save a slight exhalation in silent scream. 

Brad had felt her anus squeeze and contract and he knew exactly what was approaching. Just seconds before Annette's impending core explosion, he pulled his mouth away from her bunghole as she began to juice and dribble her hot broth. His mouth now covered her quivering quim canal and one of his digits poked up into her rectum to "finger-bugger" at her bum and push her G-spot from up and behind. Annette still could not find her voice; it was as if she'd been slapped in the face and all that escaped was air and a wheezy nasal EEH!...EEH! ...EEH! 

Five strokes of his tongue and finger later and Annette's reactor core blew in a cataclysmic climax of hot salty quim broth for Brad's ravenous gobbler! As she gushed and piddled her scalding hot nectar directly into his mouth, her lungs pushed forth sound and she shook from head to toe in a wonderfully anguished scream of EEEEYYYYYYYYYAAAGGHHH! Her air-raid siren shout of joy bounced off the windows and out the door carrying itself down the dimly lit hallway where unseen eyes watched and French manicured nails masturbated at swollen pink puffy flesh with the same speed that Annette's fingers abused her own tortured clitty! 

Annette's pink overflowing pot of soup now poured beyond the Brad's capacity to swallow. Her broth now freely spilled over his lips and over his chin; dribbling down across his chest and belly while Annette howled in delightful anguish as a second and a third aftershock from deep inside her splashed his face with hot juices! Brad, good sport that he was; took it all in stride and straight down the ole hatch! He kept gobbling and slurping away like a famished hound until she was through gushing quaking sobbing and juicing. In the back of her mind as she was coming down from the extreme high of the experience she chuckled to herself; noting that he'd finished eating everything on his plate as every good boy should! 

He helped her from the desk and steadied her; being a strong pillar for her to lean on until the wobble left her knees. She was all smiles again. She found her chair and sat, looking at him with her eyes filled with gratitude. As he stood before her, looked him up and down; her appreciative stare finally fixating upon his cock.

"Oh yes," she mused to herself, "someplace there is a farming village missing their plow horse!" She raised her gaze to meet his. She looked him directly in the eyes and transformed the boss again. She sat in her chair and naked as the day she was born; crossed her legs, folded her arms, and addressed him authoritatively as though he were about to brief her from a prepared slide presentation. 

"Masturbate for me," she demanded. She took the remote from her desk and dialed down the lights in the room until everything was bathed in shadows and orange light from the descending evening sun. He took his cock in his hand and cupped his nuts from underneath with the other. He began to pull and wank at himself while she raptly observed the activity; almost becoming hypnotized by the spectacle. 

She'd fantasized about this for days...making him pleasure himself naked before her while she directed him. She wanted to watch him do it, see his eyes as he found the pace and speed and pressure that he required of himself. She was quite impressed with his presentation and she appreciated the fact that he'd brought his own pointer. He was using it quite effectively as well by estimation! 

She realized he'd not spent yet but this was not about him. It was all about her...or he wouldn't be here. There'd be another one instead. She told herself that but she didn't know exactly where she'd find one like this! 

She chuckled....she was so wicked. As she sat naked in her executive leather chair dribbling dregs of her pussy brine onto the leather and leaving a stain on it, she cared for absolutely nothing. She was lost in the moment; just watching the hand upon the cock working up and down over the veiny flesh full of blood that pulsed with life! Her fingers found the top of her Venus mound and absentmindedly teased the top of her hooded starter-button while she observed and pondered "things" in the long shadows cast by the rays of falling sun through the office window. 

Yes, she observed she was wicked and a bit selfish but she couldn't help it she surmised. It was in her blood and in her nature, (and no more than any of the women in her line that had come before her)! She was exactly like her mother; she liked to call the shots and be the center of attention at the party, or in Annette's case the party, small get together or orgy. Take your pick! There were a great many women like her in her tree that saw what they wanted and took it! She saw it as a survival trait rather than something to be ashamed of.

She'd even remembered her family's stories that were told in hushed whispers of one of her ancestors in the 1800's; a lady who'd even shared the same name with her. She'd been even wickeder than her and she'd been paid handsomely for her wickedness! Though she might have been told of her existence as a warning from the elder women of the family, Annette saw her ancestor as proof of a certain destiny she was following by being the way she was! 

Annette Walker Bishop, or "Annie" Bishop of the last half of the nineteenth century was a woman ahead of her time it seemed. She was an educated tall beauty with black hair and boundless energy. She'd married well to a wealthy industrialist, a Mr. Cecil Bishop who'd made a vast fortune in steel, iron, and shipping. He was rather on the older side of things when Annette Walker came walking into his life and similar to the Twenty-First Century Annette, the old widower was hooked and smitten! As for Annie, the spring/fall relationship didn't faze her a bit; nor did it break her stride for satisfying her sense of adventure and for feeding her more base appetites outside of the marital bed. 

Somewhere along the line in the 1870's she'd taken a lover, (and a young one to boot)! A certain Mr. Harry Cory met her at a social event one afternoon and although he was many years her junior, Annie found multiple excuses to have Mr. Cory turn up in her company and at all times of the day. With her husband away for long hours and often many days or weeks at a time, it was notices by the house staff that bits and pieces of Harry's boots and clothing were turning up more and more on the floor of Annette's bedroom and there were even hints that Cecil Bishops pillow smelt strangely similar to that of Mr. Cory's cologne and hair tonic. 

It was also strange how a man such as Mr. Cory (with such limited resources of his own), began to run into considerable sums of money as his friendship with Mrs. Bishop blossomed. Not much else was known of them by our twenty- first century heroine other than the fact that both Mr. Cory and Mrs. Bishop maintained a close "friendship" into the twentieth Century and that both had died old and extremely rich. It was also said that Mr. Cory's money smelled similar to that of the widow Bishop's and that her four children all looked strikingly similar to Mr. Cory! In fact there were several prominent families with beautiful women that were able to boast handsome children that looked quite similar to Mr. Cory by during that time. As Annette sat in the chair and witnessed Brad rubbing and pulling at his meaty cricket bat for the amusement of them both, she mused that the more things changed the more they remained the same! 

She noticed a bit of pre-ejaculate cock-snot had collected on the tip of his veiny throbber. Like she was sampling the frosting off a bit of delicate pastry, she reached forward and with the tip of her finger, collected the clear warm slime up as though it were melted sugar and popped it in her mouth while her other hand now tweaked and twisted at her nipples. She sampled his boy brine a bit and after letting it dance upon her palate for a few thoughtful seconds like she were a food critic appraising an especially savory sauce; she gulped it down, (having decided that MORE was in order)! 

"Ok Brad," let Mama take the wheel now would you?" She dropped out of the chair to her knees; her face now at the same level as his genitals and nose to nose with the veiny penis. She batted his hands away from his own cock and seized the magnificent member; marveling at its size and at the weight in her hands!

She thought about what she wished to do and about the shear geometric and anatomical considerations she needed allow for if she were to do what she desired. It was intimidating. It was also impressive and her ego was egging her on hard! 

She shrugged her shoulders and then deciding that she was always up for a new challenge, she opened her mouth and took it in! Brad looked off now through the window to the South and West and let her suck him hard while she cupped and played with those hairy balls of his. His chin quivered up and down and his nostrils flared. He ran his fingers down through her raven-black hair and became lost in supreme pleasure. He was now in the hands (and mouth), of an expert and he gave himself over completely to the executive fellatrix who was now breathing through her nose and milking him hard in a torridly wet wicked blowjob! 

She drew him in further and further still in a performance that would have been the envy of any Las Vegas sword swallower! Bit by wet sucking bit, she made hungry progress; her head bobbing back and forth upon the cock but always drawing it a little bit deeper. Her nose breathing technique had paid off; the result of many years of experience plus the lessons from Yvette all those years ago when her roommate had taught her how to deep throat truly big cocks.

Back then, it had been a security guard whom the two had sucked off to get backstage at a concert on a Saturday night. This time it was on her knees in her own executive office with a pile of clothing strewn about the floor and a room that smelled of sweat and sex; although none of it mattered as she throat fucked her well-hung assistant with reckless abandon! In no time, she took the mushroom head passed her tonsils and Brad let out a shudder that sounded half-pleasure half-seizure as he found himself now fucking that hollow place in the back of Annette's throat! 

She wanted this for many reasons; foremost being that of was her own pride and curiosity. She wanted to know if she could handle such large one! Secondly she wanted to taste his lad batter pure and simple, and she knew after all that had happened to her so far tonight; the Brad still had not come yet! His balls had to be full; almost to the bursting point! It would be a big load for her greedy little gob to swallow and make yummy in her tum-tum-tummy; a very BIG load! Lastly if she wanted to put his cock elsewhere in her (and he'd held out well till now); he'd probably blow his ballsack in three strokes without her getting a chance to enjoy any of it. No, she saw this wicked bit of deep-throat bull-milking as necessary both for him and for her! 

In about three minute's time, Brad's balls began to tighten. Annette picked up the pace of her throating shag; making wet shlorshy shlorshy shlorshy sounds as her nostrils blew hot exhaust onto his loins and flat six-pack tummy. She ran a hand across his belly as her head continued to milk him hard, tracing her fingers across his mid-section in a wicked tickle that did the trick! 

Brad's mouth twisted into a snarling growl as his eyes looked out over the London horizon. He was there! He couldn't hold back and he roared in a joyous chest heaving AARRRRRRRGGHHH! as his ball-sack blew and his cock spouted a cascade of hot cock custard into Annette's greedy little mouth! She gulped him down, swallowing every salty spurt!

She pulled off of him and licked her lips in triumph and with supreme satisfaction. Her ego had been fed as well as her tummy, and she was quite certain that Brad wouldn't forget the fine head she'd given him tonight! That fact she found sexiest of all!

It was the knowledge that Brad's memory of the top of her head, with its short stylish clean-feathered "black silky sassy" sophistication would not only make his cock jump and twitch beneath his trousers; it would completely erase anything ever done by some other sucking tart! In the back of Brad's mind all the blowjobs from all those other women were now wearing second and third-place t-shirts and Annette knew! It was good to be the queen; more importantly she liked men to remember her throat-fuck blowjobs years later and still get hard as veiny iron! That was truly what it meant to be number one! 

Brad stood two wobbly legs as Annette climbed up his body to her feet; giggling all the way like a naughty schoolgirl. She'd truly staggered him with that release! She looked down at his penis which still stiff but would not be for long! 

She grabbed him by the boner and led him over to the window; pushing her swivel-chair ahead of her! She pushed the back of the chair up against the thick shatter-proof glass and then got up into it on her knees; facing both the leather seat-back and the London twilight beyond. The sun was now becoming heavy orange ball; determined to crash into the horizon and sink below it. She looked over her shoulder at him and said to him, 

"My bum! Fuck me hard in my ass!" she said desperately, "I want to be filled, buggered, and gutted by that cock of yours!" 

Brad knew damned well he couldn't waste any time! He pushed his cockhead up to the rim of her rectal ring and felt tight resistance. Annette let out a yelp like this might be too ambitious even for her with this veiny pony cock!

Brad however decided he would not be defeated! Ever the resourceful intern, he looked at Annette's dinner; a plate of half eaten duck à l'orange brought up from the kitchens of the Shangri La Hotel below them. He had an epiphany! He'd improvise but he had to move now! 

He reached behind him and dipped his fingers in the gooey duck sauce and feeling its texture; nodded to himself in satisfaction. He turned back; bringing his glop coated fingers up and around to Annette's naughty bottom-pucker. He smeared it generously around the rude ragged ring and up inside her pretty pink portal as well. He then brought more duck sauce to his cock and then slicked and greased the entire length of his shaft. 

Annette meanwhile pulled her arse cheeks wide apart so the target area was not a question. Brad brought his member once more to the entrance and held it with one hand while his other hand gripped Annette's hip and pulled. He pushed his loins forward and his buttocks thrust with slow but determined movement. Annette's bum-hole resisted.... resisted....... resisted and as she blew out all the air in her lungs and strained as though she were going to the loo.....it yielded! 

Brad sank into her and Annette let out a cry of AAAGGGGHHHH mixed with pain and excitement against the glass; fifty-five floors up! Her face was a tortured mask of shock as the thing stretched the entrance to her exhaust port. The two rested for a second while Annette caught her breath for a few seconds, then she nodded for him to proceed. 

His cockhead plus two inches inside her, Brad now grabbed both her hips. He licked his lips as she bit into hers. She wrinkled her pretty little nose; knowing what was coming and wanting it all the more because she knew! Strong arms pulled at hips and his cock sheathed itself up to the halfway point in her warm greasy entrails. OOOOOHHHHH AAAAAGGHHH Annette's voice throughout the office floor and again the Brad waited for her to calm down. 

A nod of her head and the strong arms pulled her down on to his thick shaft with excruciating slowness. Annette's face was a twisted mask of agony as she howled and wailed like a banshee in heat with an ear-splitting EEYYAAAA OHHHHHHH AAAWWW! He was now three quarters in. She rested then turned her head over her shoulder; her mouth and nose a lust filled sneer and her hand already down between her legs strumming at her sex. 

"Do it!" she said with a face that was a depraved snarl," I'm good! Give the rest to me!" She turned back to the London skyline and bit her lip once more. Brad pulled at her hips and resolutely plowed his cock the last quarter length of travel up into the heat and snugness of her most private of passages. Now his own balls and six pack were all that stopped him and more importantly; he was in! His mind screamed to him, "TRANQUILITY BASE HERE THE EAGLE HAS LANDED!" 

Annette let out a gasp of HAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR and strummed feverishly at her clit as she fought to accommodate the enormous THING that was now stretching her from the inside out! She breathed several quick sips though her nostrils and out through her mouth; her nose a crinkled nub in the center of her pretty little face as she strove to control herself and not panic! 

At the end of a count of about seven, she'd found her center. By ten she was calm. She wasn't just calm.. she was mill-pond calm. She nodded her head and turned over her shoulder; smiling at her new found lover with nothing but peace and love in her eyes. She found her voice and said with the tranquility of a yoga instructor, 

"Ok begin. It is right; it feels .... good! So GOOD...make us both feel good. Ok yes?" Brad nodded back to her and smiled. Hips and buttocks began to move back and forth slowly and steadily as a female voice whimpered softly and took careful labored breaths. The office and the entire floor were now completely quiet save the sounds of wet flesh rhythmically smacking together, (along with whimpers, yelps, heavy gasps, and the rocking squeak of a leather executive swivel chair being pushed to and fro against a fifty-fifth floor window pane).




Bishop Takes Knight Ch. 01



Annette couldn't believe it! She'd taken ALL of him back there, and now he was widening the "tunnel of snug" wonderfully by the feel of things! Her fingers remained a frenzied strum upon her starter button. Her other hand clawed and dug into the leather on the chair back as she now looked out at the tops of the buildings and houses, seeing them and not seeing them; her mind a twisted vortex of pain, pleasurable excitement, and the selfish desire for more of what she was getting! It was so thrilling, wicked, and wonderful! 

She looked down from her window at the streets, far....far below them. Nobody looked up. Nobody seemed to notice. She realized this was true freedom and true solitude. To be able to do THIS out in plain sight in a city of 9.7 million people; this was something remarkable! Her pain evaporated and left her as she let the setting sun bath her in warm orange light that began to turn to a deeper orange as the light began to refract through a layer of haze. In its place, she felt a primal carnal thrill being pushed up from her guts by Brad's powerful thrusts; her yelps of pain gone and replaced by a wanton joyous growl in her voice OH YES, YES, YES!

She was still "yes yes yessing," when she turned her eyed downward again to the street. Far below on a sidewalk she saw clearly an old woman walking her dog with another old woman. The lady with the dog had stopped and was now making out something on the building. She even pointed up to the "Shard" and the woman with her looked up to see what it was. 

A moment later the two women seemed to have exploded with laughter as now both saw the same thing. They clapped their hands and one patted the other on the back as though one had said something terribly funny. One of the pair even appeared to shake both hands clasped together above her head in a gesture of BRAVO! BRAVO! 

Had she been seen? Had they seen him? Had they spied both of them perhaps? The building this time of day should have been a radiant mirror reflecting back evening sun, so they couldn't have seen her. COULD THEY? A second later she got her answer when the two old ladies both waved. She did the only acceptable thing and waved back. She may have been naked and been receiving a lovely buggering fifty-five floors up but she was never rude! 

The two women now clapped their hands again as if they'd seen something particularly good. They led the dog down the street waiving again back to her. Annette waived back down to them once more. She was pretty certain the two old women wouldn't report it. They seemed to be laughing and enjoying themselves too much now! She was happy to have put on a good show and probably given the two women something to talk about on the way home! 

Now new drama erupted as Annette's cellular began to vibrate and buzz on her desk. She knew who it was and for the moment the raucous mood and the lurid spell was shattered. She looked over her shoulder to Brad and he shrugged his shoulders back.

"Oh just get that Brad," she said with a clear and distinct note of annoyance in her voice, "its, CJ. Act as though I am working and then answer it like an intern who is having to work on a Friday when he could be out painting the town red and getting laid!" Brad smirked at the irony of her words and he picked up the phone, (successfully suppressing a laugh in the process). 

"Annette's office this is Brad," he answered still gripping her hips with one hand and plowing deep into her pummeled pooper. 

"Brad," the voice on the other end said, "this is Caesar. Could you please put Annette on?" 

"RIght away CJ," Brad answered as his loins lurched forward to once again to skewer Annette up through her fiery hot hiney, "she's coming back down from the loo!" 

"How is the work coming?" he asked Brad. 

"Wha?" Brad asked, surprised the big guy was up for a round of small talk, "Oh I thought I'd run out of steam and was in a bit of a tight spot earlier but now things are moving a bit more easily for me! Not nearly as dark and crappy as I'd feared.!" 

"Ah," Caesar replied, "now there's a good chap! Crack on! Nothing I need to push from my end or loosen up for you?" 

"Oh not at all," Brad reassured him as he yanked at Annette's hips one-handed and slammed himself up into her again, "I found a little resistance here and there, but things are greased nicely now and I've taken matters in hand." 

"Good man!" CJ observed, "I was just like you when I was your age. Not afraid to work late, and not afraid to get myself dirty with things at the office!" Brad suppressed a snicker. 

"Oh no CJ," Brad replied, "never afraid of a little dirt at the job!" 

"That's the spirit!" the big boss cheered," keep pushing forward! Lean into it and plow with vigor! I'm certain you'll prevail what with all the proper tools you have at your disposal!" 

"Yes sir," Brad answered, "lean into it and plow. Of course! Yes with vigor, quite! My tools are more than proper, thank you!... OH CJ, here she is....Annette, CJ is on the phone for you!" Annette was trying not to shriek with laughter at the choice of words now but she managed to get her composure together as she was handed the phone. 

"Hello darling!," Annette said into the phone, "Oh dear I am sorry Caesar. I know how lovely you must look in that new suit of yours! ...No I'm afraid darling I may be here a great deal longer; I have something pressing I am currently stuck on....What? Have I put Brad on it? Oh he is up to his balls in it sweetie I assure you! No, so sorry but this really couldn't wait and I'm so disappointed really that I couldn't be there." She was now pushing her ass back off the chair; meeting Brad's sledgehammer thrusts as she continued to talk to her husband at his stuffy black-tie affair.

"Oh did they present you with a big plaque?" she said, "You know how I simply adore such things! You have do many on your office wall now!...What? No I'm sorry but if we are here much later, I'll simply just go to my flat in town darling and then come home sometime tomorrow. What?....Golfing tomorrow? Oh that really disappoints me but if you must.... you must! So I'll see you Sunday I suppose!" On the other end the unwittingly cuckolded Caesar J. Preston sighed and said, 

"Well it will be all the sweeter when Sunday comes my little pussy willow!" Brad rammed himself again up into her dung-chute with another well placed deep drive of his throbber and Annette let loose with an OOOHHHHH!

"Oooh WHAT my kitten?" CJ asked. Annette was paralyzed with fright for a spine chilling second and then thought quickly saying to her husband, 

"OHHH CAESAR!" she said, " I meant OOOH, as I just thought of something perfectly wicked. Listen Brad just left the room for something so I'll talk quickly. I just wanted to see if maybe on Sunday you and I could do that THING we did at the cottage on my birthday last year? Yes my captain of industry... can you make a girl feel all randy and naughty, please?" The old cuckholded fool took the bait and grinned like a fox. 

"Of course my dear! I'll find the keys those handcuffs and I believe we've still got those two robes we bought in Japan!" He really had no idea how ridiculous he looked with his little bony white knees sticking out from under that robe under his pot belly. Annette rolled her eyes in disgust (remembering something truly revolting and distasteful for her), but hey; it was done now! She'd bought herself tonight and tomorrow night away from the house with CJ. Sunday she'd have to undress that pale little body of his and handcuff it to a bed for ten minutes of wifely duty before she'd then be able to release him and he'd be good for another fortnight hopefully! 

"Ohhh dearest," she said into the phone, "I simply cannot tell you how the thought makes me feel!" 

"Right!" CJ answered, "listen darling I must get back to the dinner. Please don't stay up too late at the office getting battered and wrecked! You've got Brad there to help push things through! He's a good stout solid fellow!" 

"That I can assure you off Darling!" she answered as the top of her head now plowed into the leather upholstered back of the chair. 

"Well," CJ answered, "just don't wear that plow horse out, mind you my dear. It is Friday on a lovely evening. If I was him I'd be thinking about getting laid with some woman! I wouldn't want to be the one who keeps him from such activities!" 

"Oh yes CJ," she said, "most certainly. I assure you nothing will prevent him from that! In fact I'll see to it personally that he gets off shortly!.....Alright bye now! Good bye darling! Yes...I love you terribly!" She hung up the phone and uttered and irritated YECCCHHHHKKK of disgust and annoyance at having been distracted. The pushin' in her bum cushion brought her out of her funk and she was happy for it! 

Now that she'd finished her council with the great Caesar; she was happy to return her attentions to "Brad the Impaler." She turned the phone off and resumed her naughty little anal rutt-fest! The hall outside again rang with unbridled cries of deliriously happy torture! 

Brad, had by now after several minutes in Annette's tight back alley found his member restored to its wonderfully painful throbbing glory. It was good that she'd throated him into spending his seed. He doubted he would've been able to last this long in a bum-chute so magnificent, warm, and tight as this! Thanks to Annette's marvelous blowjob earlier; he was now able to operate with more control and really show her what his engine could do as he flirted with his "inner redline!" 

Oh.... but she was an exquisite one! He loved the way she shrieked and wailed and now that she began cursing and swearing at each deliciously horny thrust up her arse; it was all the better. To him, it was really a pleasant surprise! She was a regular potty -outh in the heat of passion by the sound of things. He loved that; perfect lady in the boardroom one minute; wanton tart with a nasty mouth over the back of her chair taking it up her naughty pink backdoor the next! 

To tell the truth he couldn't have dreamed this! ... Well that's not entirely true; he'd had a dream about this sort of thing a few weeks ago. In the dream, this very powerful boss woman had pulled up in her black company limo behind him as he walked to the tube on his way home. The driver had gotten out and shouted to him, (making him turn to see who it was). The man opened the door to the limo and Annette face peered out at him. 

"Get in," she shouted, "there is no time to explain!" Brad turned to the doorway and stepped into the limo. As he did he glanced at the chauffeur's face. He noticed the man had a zipper for a mouth that had been unzipped opened. He seemed not to look at him beneath his sunglasses. Curious, why would he wear sunglasses at night when driving?

Brad shrugged and got in. He should have known it was a dream; his long dead grandfather leading an elephant down the sidewalk past the vehicle should have been a strong clue. Brad and his grandfather made eye contact through the open door and exchanged smiles and waives before he turned to Annette. 

"I am so glad I found you Brad!" Annette said as he settled into the back seat next to her as the door closed behind him. She wore a broad ladies hat and a luxuriously long fur coat. She slid dangerously close to him on the seat. 

"I've been looking everywhere for you Brad and for so long!" she said. 

"How long he," he asked. 

"Years," she answered, "Now relax, and let me help you!"

"Help me?" he asked. 

"Yes," she said as she opened her fur robe to bare her magnificent naked form to him, "it's obvious to me that we can help each other!" Her hands worked his belt and zipper until his trousers were at his ankles. His erect throbber found its way into her hand and Brad could swear his one eyed trouser snake turned back and winked at him. 

"Mrs. Bishop," the chauffeur said peering over the seat with his sunglasses off (showing two opaque eyes that were obviously blind), "where to and for how long?" 

"For the rest of the journey Edwin," she answered, "and it could take ten minutes or five decades. I haven't decided yet and neither has fate." Edwin nodded and replaced his glasses before he zipped his mouth shut. He disappeared behind the partition that Annette slowly raised using the console button. The limo began to move out into traffic and in the rear of the car behind coalmine dark windows, both Annette and Brad were now alone. 

"Edwin is such a good driver," Annette said as she brought her face down to Brad's lap and looked up at him with a wink, "and you can see from his face that he sees and says nothing!" Her mouth dropped down and sucked his cock for a few marvelous wet strokes before she raised herself up and straddled him saying, 

"You'll be magnificently rewarded if you can do the same!" She kissed him and lowered her quim onto his cock. As they began to fuck she opened her furs and completely swallowed him into then. He was suddenly engulfed in the furry robes and at the same time falling, through the seat with her, out of the car, down through the street, and down ..down ..down in a surreal freefall straight through the rabbit hole! The two were locked together in a torrid fuck as she continued to hold him fast in her furry robes as they fell. Grinding on him and laughing liked she was being tickled from a thousand directions. They fucked and fell and fell and ....WHAAAHHHHHH!

Brad awoke that night in his bed; confused and sporting an erection worthy of Stonehenge itself! He looked at the clock. It was two thirty in the morning. He found a tissue by the bedside and killed this troubling erection with a good hard five minute wank and release straight into the Kleenex and then he was asleep again. 

The dream had disturbed him that morning, but it had aroused him at the same time; put a weed in the back of his noggin that he couldn't simply pull up by the roots! He couldn't look at Annette in the face that morning at work but he hadn't forgotten that dream, (and that night back at his flat when he was home from work he rubbed one out in her honor). She was the boss, (and a hard one to please at that) but something from his dream stuck in his head and began renting a studio apartment up in there and something about this powerful woman really put the sexual hook in him!

Now it was weeks later. As his cock bobsledded the insides of the boss's beautiful bouncing bum, Brad for the life of him couldn't believe how dreams and the real world had come together so closely! It was eerie, even prophetic. Still he wasn't complaining in the least! 

He loved the way she felt inside. He hated using the word "goddess" when describing women he'd "been with" (as he thought the term somewhat overused), but with her; he thought that he might want to make an exception! His cock felt wave upon thrilling wave of pleasure as it pushed up inside the warm exhaust port to her inner core! He also loved that no matter how far and hard he pushed in; like a world class female athlete she rammed herself down upon him, (urging him on and swearing heartfelt foul encouragement all the way)! 

He was beginning to feel that old familiar tickle in his cock as the tip plunged deep into the rich hot earthiness of her rear passage; a wonderfully snug tunnel of primal feminine decadence that seemed to never end for him! Her clit was going absolutely mad now from the frenzied ravages of her own fingers as they rapidly plucked and strummed a furious Spanish guitar solo on her battered swollen pink! The cock thrusts increasingly found her G-spot at glancing blows as his penis again and again rushed past and up through her innards like a hurtling subway train! 

She began to tremble and he began to twitch. They both picked up the pace. Something was going to happen to them both together right here in the chair and it would seize them both together! 

"OH DEAR GOD BRAD LIKE THAT! JUST LIKE THAAAAAAA...UNNHH!" Annette shrieked at the top of her lungs; unable to finish her sentence and losing all control as her trembling voice merely transformed itself into a loud and anguished primitive sobbing EEEEYAAAAAAGGGHHHHH! of supreme joy! Her cunt gaped and splattered a downpour of orgasmic piddle; drenching her chair as her pretty head shook from side to side from the cataclysmic "cum-quake" that seemed to split her apart! 

Brand snarled and then roared from deep down inside his belly with a strangled animal call of AAARRRRGGHHHH! UUUHH! UUUUGGGHHHH! AAAHH! as his loins simply exploded! He pulled Annette by the hips straight down onto his monster cock as it now spewed generous jets of hot molten seed deep up into her entrails; spouting and spouting until her insides were completely covered in a thick coat of penis plaster! The jetting "mangasms" seemed to continue forever for the two of them, as did her shaking and dripping but then the two really had no earthly idea how long they'd cum for, nor did they care. They hadn't seized the moment as much BEEN seized by it and now that very same moment was shaking them both like a pair of dice on a green felt table in a Riviera casino! 

There was a pregnant pause; much like the silence that follows a colossal train collision as the two caught their breath, covered in sweat and the animalistic smell their post fuck funk. Then there was ...........laughter; huge hearty laughter!

It was laughter that was fueled by the joy of a spectacular release that had shaken them to their very cores and yet had not killed them! It was the laughter of surviving something huge, and of triumph, and of shared experience. Wonderful shared experience!

They uncoupled from one another. Brad pulled his cock from Annette's battered bum and noticed her gaping bottom-hole. His seed ran down from her opening freely and for a moment her bum resembled a stuffed eclair spilling its cream.

In the aftermath of what had happened, neither of them cared about mess, smells, or dribbles as they both were now basking in a joyful collaborative glow of post orgasmic bliss! They were like a team of gladiators who had struck down every foe in the arena and now looked for each other across the gore and sand with arms spread wide in triumph! 

She turned and stepped from her chair and she flung her arms up around him. He crushed her in her arms and lifted her until her feet came off the floor and two pairs of wet lips pushed together hard in tender intimacy! He bent forward and swept her off her feet; scooping her up in his arms as though he would carry her across a threshold while both their mouths continued to mash together in frenzied kissing! She felt completely weak in his arms and he truly felt like a conquering warrior who'd swept his prize up from the site of some great field of conflict and was going to toss her up atop his steed before riding off into the setting sun with her! 

"Lie with me on my desk. Let's see the sun go down!" she said with a better idea that would not require him learning to horseback riding on such short notice. He kicked the chair out of the way so as not to block their view and then he set her atop her desk, joining her a second later. The two cooed and cuddled and kissed and caressed as the orange-red ball sank lower and lower until it began to melt into the horizon. Her office was a wreck. It was a good thing the executive loo was well stocked with paper towels! 

They snuggled close and shared the quiet smiling intimate silence together with her half eaten duck, the monitor, and her keyboard pushed to one-side, the portfolios and proposals shoved to the other, dangerously close to falling to the floor. They were content, they were happy, they were curious. He was amazed at finding such a beauty and she was content to find a strong champion like this one. He made her feel so good; so honestly good! Where had he been all these years! Playing video games and getting out of braces she joked quietly in the back of her mind. She chuckled. 




Bishop Takes Knight Ch. 02



Bishop Takes Knight - Knight takes Bishop Part Two

The sleek dark limousine headed west through the streets of Southwark, London with the streetlights shining on its clean black body; a posh swanky get-away in a posh swanky city. The evening was late if you'd just gotten off from work on a Friday. It was still quite young if you were up for a Friday night out on the town. Both cases happened to be true for the three intrepid commuters in the back. 

Annette Bishop relaxed in the rear of the limo with Brad Knight sitting between her and Shelby Merryweather. Brad for his part was struck by the surreal nature of all that had happened so far that evening. The after-hours marathon of sexual escapades up in the office with the two women had been straight out of a delightfully smutty paperback but the limousine was like something out of a Kubrick film for him. It was as if that odd Freudian dream from just a few weeks before was not quite through with him and the lines between fantasy and reality were blurred once more. 

As he'd stepped into the luxurious dark sedan, he looked intently at the tall slender driver as he held the door open for the three. He'd remembered the limo driver from the dream with the zippered mouth, the blind unseeing eyes, and the strange affectations. This fellow had none of that. After the driver had closed the door and moved around to the front seat, Brad spoke to him. 

"You wouldn't happen to be named Edwin would you?" he said, remembering the dream and speaking with a touch of self-irony. 

"No," the driver answered as he began to pull out, "sorry but the name is Anthony." 

"Tony is a gem of a driver," Annette commented happily as she began passing glasses to Brad and Shelby from the bar, "he's an absolute Godsend, aren't you Tony!" 

"If you say so Ma'am," Tony answered back cordially, "where to?" 

"Home first and then back out," Annette answered, "I'm itchy to shake this bum of mine.... but first I want to get different set of rags on it!" 

"Very good Ma'am," he replied over his shoulder, "I'll have you home shortly. You'll have just enough time for a drink in the back...I restocked the bar with your favorite." He then turned his attention to the traffic and put up the partition between him and the three passengers to afford them more privacy. 

"As I said earlier," Annette commented to Brad as she fished around in the bar, " Tony is a Godsend! He always gets me where I need to be and he's rather...discrete, (never sees or says anything)!" That sounded familiar to Brad who'd figured he'd already been here before in a distinctly separate level of consciousness. He looked at the floor of the car just to be certain it didn't open up and pull him straight down. 

"I take it my presence here is unnoticed?" Brad asked. 

"Yes," Annette said, "MI-6 over by Vauxhall Bridge is freer with than their secrets than him and there's a good reason for it," 

"Tony is well paid," Shelby interrupted, "and Annette sees to it that from time to time that his cock is well-sucked!" 

"Yessss," said Annette looking across Brad and over to Shelby with mild annoyance at the cheeky little comment, "everyone gets what's coming to them in the end to keep it all moving along smoothly." Annette's hand found what she was looking for and she held it aloft triumphantly. 

"Ah here we are!" she announced merrily waving the bottle for Brad and Shelby to see, " Highland Park Eighteen-Year Old Single Malt. Y'see Shelby?" Annette continued wishing to provide a bit of a lesson," I take care of the driver every now and again....." 

"AND HE," Shelby interrupted with the same fearless impertinence she'd shown before, "keeps you supplied with fresh smooth eighteen-year olds that are rather chill, yes?" Annette wrinkled her nose with a scowl of mock contempt and tossed the bottle of smoky gold with its characteristic black and red label to the smug young woman saying, 

"Such CHEEK girl! You barely deserve me spoiling you so my little brat! Get this bottle open and pour the three of us a drink!" As the girl fumbled with the bottle Annette fumbled at Brad's belt zipper and trousers. 

Annette began to wank him. He was presently flaccid but soon she'd transformed that sad slumbering penis of his straight into to a brand spanking new erection; complete with coursing blood and pulsing tissue. Brad glanced around out the sides of the car and then remembered the limo's windows were black as pitch. Nobody was going to see in. When the bosses' free hand held a full glass (and she saw that Brad and Shelby both had theirs), she gave a new task to her young female apprentice. 

Annette could have done many things now to the hard cock she'd sculpted from soft flesh in her hand. Many things. She opted for something.... different. Up until now, she'd been too close to things to really see them in their entirety. She wanted to watch this lovely man with someone else and see his reaction to the touch of another woman, plus her cheeky little kitten Shelby was forgetting things and being saucy; would need to provide that bum of hers with a good straightening out lest she forget just who was kitten and who was mistress. Yesssss, she liked the wickedly naughty idea that was fermenting in the fertile rot of her libido; just sit back for a minute Annette she told herself, sip that drink and ..... 

"Alright girl," she said, "get down between his knees and let's see if you can do something with that ill-mannered un-couth little mouth of yours besides testing me with it!" Annette's clit tingled as she said this. This was a lovely little duet the mistress and kitten played. Shelby would play then insolent and unruly pet and Annette would "put things in order." Shelby loved a good "straightening out," from her boss-lady. 

This was not new behavior for the pair; they even executed these power games at meetings in the workplace before stunned colleagues and coworkers, (who were absolutely bewildered that this young woman could quite vocally disagree with that cast-iron-corseted bitch Annette in front of everyone)! They were certain that she was either one cunt hair away from being fired, or that Shelby's skills as an advisor were so valued by the boss-bitch that she could tell the empress when she had no clothes and not be sent packing without references! 

What they commonly saw after such public disagreements by Shelby was that the two women would sequester themselves in Annette's office with the door locked and the shades drawn (and when those shades were drawn NOBODY dared knock on that door). What people didn't know was that things would then move to the intern office of to the side (sound-proof and completely windowless), for an all-out lip-sucking, nipple-chewing, finger-fucking, DOM-SUB lesbian romp where frustrations, differences of opinion were "had-out." Similar events had occurred at Annette's flat on the West End; well after hours (and with the maid discretely "seeing and hearing nothing"). In either case, the two would emerge at the end of things, happy and cordial as ever, but with bonds between mistress and bratty kitten firmly in place if not reinforced. 

Now Annette stared at her like a stern school headmistress, coolly reviewing a wayward girl who'd been brought to the office for some gross infraction of the rules. It was a battle of wills that made both their clits twitch and rush with blood. She snapped a finger at her smug little brat and pointed to Brad's falling and rising cock, uttering an ever so simple but forceful............ "MOVE." 

Shelby, always the happy little minx who was eager to please; smiled coquettishly back at her mentor as if saying BUT WHAT DID I DO? She knew what she'd done; they both did and both fucking loved it! She stuck her tongue out at possibly the most powerful woman EVER at Praetorian Group before getting on her knee's down between Brad's legs; his trousers already down around his shoes. The brat's mouth went to work on his cock. 

Brad laid back against the headrest and tuned out the world outside windows as Shelby throated him. He took a sip of his whiskey and the young woman handed him up her glass so as not to spill on the plush interior of the sedan. Always the gentleman (even when getting head from a co-worker and colleague), Brad held the young lady's drink for her while she impaled her tonsils upon his veiny throbber. Annette watched; happy that both of her cubs were getting along so famously! She was beginning to feel what she commonly referred to as "the burn." 

"Need you to cum again Brad," Annette said to him, "we have quite a night ahead of us and I don't want that piece of yours spouting too soon! It's always best to start the night off with an empty set of balls!" Brad nodded and took another sip. He realized he'd actually drunk from Shelby's glass by mistake but no matter, such formalities and points of order had apparently been cast aside! 

"Welcome to the club Brad!" said Shelby who'd suddenly come up for air to take a sip of her own scotch before going back down with her pretty little head on his cock. 

"Welcome indeed," said Annette. She kissed Brad deeply on the mouth and placed her hand atop the girl's head to grip her firmly by the hair; wanking him with Shelby's naughty little noggin as they rode through the night. 

The limousine headed west through the streets of Southwark, London. Traffic was relatively light and didn't really pick up until the car turned south; leaving the Shard Office Building far behind in the distance. A traffic accident had forced Tony to take an alternate route and the car turned west again before it began a zig-zag course through the streets until several minutes' later Lambeth Bridge and the Thames River loomed ahead. Tony smiled with the satisfaction of knowing he was back on the desired course. In the back of the car Annette looked down at Shelby's head, bobbing for "boy-gasms" stored somewhere up in Brad's loins. She smiled as she was confident that she too was on the most desirable of courses as well! 

The limo crossed the Thames and left the Lambeth Bridge behind, turning north heading further west. Traffic had slowed its pace as several red double-decker buses now impeded blocked the way. Brad couldn't have cared in the least. Shelby was being her typical perky "go-getter self" down there and he marveled at how such a small little head could handle such a profoundly generous male member! 

For a mere sliver of a woman, the wicked little pixie was adept at gobbling an immense veiny cock; straight down the ole' hatch like a cod upon a minnow! Gag reflex to Shelby was something she now scoffed at! There was a reason for this; Annette had taught her well. 

During the previous year there'd been a "business retreat" of sorts in Bern Switzerland that Annette had taken Shelby along on for three days. After a series of mind numbing team-building exercises in the resort's classroom, the two women had scampered off to the hotel spa during an intermission like naughty schoolgirls. A few hours later and the two ladies were up in the hotel's Presidential Suite with two bottles of champagne, two bowls of chocolate-covered strawberries, and two of the spa's masseurs, (Gunter and Horst); conducting a "team-building" and "development" exercise of their own! 

A few hours more and the two women emerged from the room in white monogramed robes; to race down to the resort's indoor pool for a howling drunken skinny-dip! In their wake back at the room; they left two empty bottles, an unkempt bed that smelled of champagne strawberries and sex, and two thoroughly spent Swiss masseurs lying atop it, (each in possession of a pair of thoroughly empty testicles)! After that, Shelby looked at every cock in the manner of a circus sword-swallower, (thanks the coaching and mentorship from Annette). 

Now she all needed to do was grab a big veiny willie, make an "O" with that pretty little mouth of hers, and aim for that empty spot back there between her tonsils! Annette had taught the girl the very same breathing techniques for deep-throating a large cock she'd learned all those years before at the university from her French lover and roommate Yvette. The torch had been successfully passed to Shelby, (who'd then promptly swallowed the whole bloody thing in one gulp)! 

"Yes," Annette said as she looked up and down at Brad's business clothes, "I think the outfit you've got waiting back at my flat will suit you well, at least where we're going!" 

"Just, UNNHHH (gasp) .... where would that be?" Brad replied with a distinct note of distraction quivering in his voice as the capable noggin of Shelby chugged-on, doing fine determined work with Annette's hand still atop the head of hair just to make certain that it did so! 

"Oh," Annette chided him, "what is the fun if you know everything? Why spoil the surprise?" Her finger came up and traced the contours of his chin and jaw as the young woman fellated him. Annette crossed her long lanky ballerina legs and stared out the window of the black sedan, looking at the shops for a moment as the car passed them one by one. Her eyes then turned back inside to her two companions and took-in the whole beautiful sexy picture; the tall lanky Brad with his wavy black hair and chiseled high cheekbones that made him look like a "living Hollywood head-shot" and then of course there was the lovely button nosed pixie Shelby with her tiny little frame and her dirty blonde shoulder length hair that got in the way of her face while she fellated him. They were a deliciously attractive pair. She'd chosen well! 

She was loving simply loving all this; taking great pleasure at seeing his face twitch and his prominent chin dance while Shelby's teeth and tongue raked up and down his cock; making the mushroom head collide into the back of her throat. His nostrils flared and Annette chuckled; so he liked the wicked rhythm she was making the girls mouth move at with merely a hand on her lovely little head? So pleasing it was to watch and observe! 

She leaned over and kissed him on his neck; smelling him. Her nose came along his strong jaw line and bumped against his five o'clock shadow. Chin stubble tickled her in the most agreeable of ways and made her giggle as his pheromones continued to dance in her nostrils. 

The total "Brad" experience for her at the moment was sending little buzzes of electrical "something-something" up and down her body! A heartfelt primal thought of, "MMMNnn MAMA LIKE!" flashed through her pretty brunette head. She decided another self-indulgent taste was in order and ran her tongue along the jaw up to the ear; all the while bouncing Shelby's naughty little blonde locks in his lap with her hand! 

Brad tensed up again as Shelby's mouth caught his cock in the sweetest of ways and again he shuddered. Annette pulled back to look at the nostrils on that small handsome nose of his as they puffed and flared for her. She loved that. It reminded her of when she'd seen horses being bred; the stallions nostrils flaring in the exact same fashion as he sheathed himself with a bellowing mare in heat! 

Brad's mouth dropped open and he closed his eyes; the sensations becoming more intense for him. When he opened them, the pupils were dilated, his breathing was ragged and that strong cleft chin of his quivered. Annette was right there up in his face; scrutinizing it and watching every tremble, twinge, and quiver! 

Now she was the voyeur (having swapped out roles with young Shelby). She looked at the strange undulating sexual beast she'd created and took pride in the aesthetic! There was the long-limbed, ferociously handsome gladiator of a man with his six pack abs rippling before her. Joined to his loins by the mouth; Shelby the long-haired little nymph nursed hungrily from his cock; her pretty little round bum swirling in lazy lewd circles. Yes, Annette had decided, when it came to directing people to fuck and fornicate; she was an artist and beautiful toned rippling flesh without an ounce of fat anywhere was her medium!

Shelby's hand came up and she took her glass; downing the last of the scotch inside in one gulp before placing the empty tumbler over in the bar and returning to sucking that immense cock in front of her. Annette upon seeing this, figured it wasn't a bad idea, and went down the hatch with her glass; sending the single malt down into her belly to stoke a fire that was already building.... but it needed a little something more. The naughty rotten gears in the back of her head began to turn and she smiled. The "burn" had fuel. 

"Be a good little boy Brad and polish up your drink for Mummy," she said, lifting his glass to his lips. Brad was distracted by that magical mystical mouth of Shelby and didn't hear Annette but as the hand of the boss-lady raised the tumbler to his lips he caught the gist and he tipped it back; gulping it all down as the girl below continued to gulp his veiny throbber. 

"That's a good boy Bradley," Annette said helping him tip the glass back, "make all gone for Mummy!" She took the empty glass from him and set it inside the bar next to the others. As she turned back; Brad noticed her panties were down one leg and hanging off the top of her shoe as she'd stepped her foot out from other side of them. Annette's blouse was open as well and a pair of erect gum-drop nipples met his gaze! The "burn" had air. 

"Alrighty then," Annette hissed and purred at him, "I've had the naughty girl doing right by you, now you're going to be a good boy n' do right by me see?" She leaned forward as he nodded and she delicately kissed him on his cheek, nose, and lips; smelling him again in the process and running a hand down between his legs and underneath Shelby's bouncing head, until she found his balls. She squeezed at them in their hairy sweaty sack of skin, fondling and cupping them like two warm boiled eggs and noticing the quiver on his chin and the ever so small flare of his nostrils as he adjusted to one more pleasurable sensation. 

"Now what are you going to do make me feel good?" she said, half turned on the seat to him. His hand came down under her skirt and found her naked quim. A moment later his fingers began to brush and tease her clit; pushing the hood back and forth with the little piercing ring and making her suck in her breath. As his other hand made its way inside her blouse to pull at the gumdrop nipple, another deft hand reached up from down below; groping around until it found the other nipple. Shelby was helping! 

"MMMnnn YES MY LITTLE PET," Annette gasped," that's a good girl! Just like that....show Brad how it's done!" Shelby never skipped a beat as she continued to blow and suck the massive cock separating her jaws while her fingers pulled and twisted at her bosses' teat. Annette's pulse raced as the sensations of tweaking plucking fingers combined with the soothing warm buzz from the scotch made her feel a wicked little dewiness beginning to collect, somewhere deep down inside of her. The "burn" had heat; its "air, fuel, heat" triangle now complete! 

Now with the "burn" inside her properly started, she focused on what she wanted at the moment; to see him cum. She wanted to feel his energy surge as the weighty balls in her hand released and see his eyes when it happened. Her other hand pumped the girl's head harder as she now hissed to both of her cubs, 

"Do it girl! Do it you naughty little brat! Make him cum for me!" Her eyes flashed back up to his and she leaned forward to bite him with a snarl on the chin before pulling away saying, 

"..And YOU! Fuck her throat dammit! Cum in her mouth! FRIG ME AND CUM! AAAGGGHHH!" She gave the two warm balls in her hand a squeeze and at the same time she bucked her hips; mashing her clit against him. 




Bishop Takes Knight Ch. 02



Shelby's hand dropped down from Annette's sore throbbing nipple and found her own sex; her own selfish needs outweighing everything. It happened anytime she gave oral pleasure to another. She'd invariably need something rubbing against her clit and poking up into her cunt once her mouth had been occupied with somebody long enough! 

Annette arched her back and looked at Brad, her face a snarl of raging lust. He sensed a need she had for one more bit of "something-something"; one more extra bit of sensory agitation. Inspired he leaned and craned his head, seizing her free nipple in a tight chewing lip-lock. Chin stubble grazed her breast. Annette yelped and shrieked, 

"OH YESSSSS SUCK MY TITS BITE THEM YES! FINGER FUCK ME! SUCK ME AND CUM IN THAT LITTLE BRATS MOUTH! AAGGGHHH!" She squeezed Brad's balls once more. He was beside himself with excitement, Shelby was now a completely nasty sucking masturbating frenzy between his legs, and Annette was a howling juicing cursing banshee in the back of the limo! It was a good thing Anthony observed, that he had a goo radio to drown out the sound! 

Brad felt his scrotum tighten and in her hands Annette felt the same. His cum began to rise and Shelby tasted more and more of his "preliminary protein" as her hand worked a mad staccato upon her own clit. Brad yanked away from Annette's teat and turned his face to the ceiling. Annette released his nuts but grabbed his hand in both of hers, shoving his fingers up in her cunt-hole to turn them inward and upward to rub her internal "juice-trigger" hard. With his hand frigging her g-spot, her hips ground her clit against the heel of his hand and she howled with joyful rage at him, 

"THERE IT IS BRAD! DO IT! THAT'S IT! GIVE HER YOU CUM!" Brad's mouth opened wide as he snarled and went wild eyed with AAARRRRGGGHHHHHH! His balls exploded and Shelby found herself gargling on a torrent of hot cum! Annette seized Brad's face and looked him in the eyes at the moment of his release... it was the kinky energy transfer she'd been looking for! It was all she needed. The "burn" exploded in an enormous fireball up inside her. 

AAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHH! Annette screamed as she bucked herself against his hand and shuddered through a piddling climax. Brad was still cumming and sending salty curds straight into Shelby's ravenous mouth as the young girl now trembled and swallowed simultaneously; her shriek of joyful release gagged by big veiny spurting cock! 

The buses and traffic ahead of the limo began to move again in the start-stop start stop traffic. Anthony was now happy that they were moving along more smoothly. Annette sitting on the backseat in a steamy puddle of contentment was happy the way things had progressed as well! That was until the phone in her purse buzzed. It was Caesar. She rolled her eyes and took the call. 

"Hello?" Annette answered. 

"Hello dearest," said Caesar on the other end. 

"Darling how are you?" she asked, "I was concerned about you? You aren't staying out too late are you?" 

"I was going to ask the same of you my naughty little bit of crumpet," the old codger shot back at her, "you aren't still at the office?" 

"Oh no darling," she replied, "I am in the car. I'll be at my flat shortly. I'm most dreadfully exhausted!" 

"Oh poor dear," her cuckolded husband replied over the phone," well I suppose there was added value for you and those interns staying on so late!" 

"Indeed there was," 

"I assume that young workhorse Brad is in similar shape?" Caesar inquired, paying more attention to the goings on at the dinner around him. 

"At last look," Annette said staring at Brad who looked spent if it were to be politely put, "I can tell you he's absolutely drained as well!" 

"Too be sure," he replied, "and of Shelby?" 

"Oh," the naughty wife answered as she saw the girl licking a bit of cum off her fingers, "I'll wager she's had her fill for the evening." 

"Too be sure," he said, "and you are certain," he said, "they've left work?" 

"Oh yes sweetest," she replied, "I made absolutely certain we all got off at the same time!" 

"Good, good," came his voice on the other end, "well, I won't keep you darling. I'll be here for another hour or so and then I'll be back to the country house. Take good care of the flat for me! I've got golf early in the morning; I'll guess that I shan't see you till Sunday." 

"Ooohh dear," she said mulling the possibilities, "well I'll just have to manage as best I can!" 

"Don't forget dearest," he reminded her, "I'll search for those naughty handcuffs you love so much!"

"Oh Caesar," she said, "I cannot tell you how that prospect makes me feel!" 

"Knew you'd be excited by it all my pet," he replied, " well its good night on this end! Love you!" 

"Love you darling!" and she hung up' rolling her eyes once more thinking about that bald-headed cuck with that silly white body of his and those infantile plastic handcuffs. She then remembered her two companions and glanced back to them as she tossed the phone back in her purse. Brad had pulled his trousers up already and looked like he was about to drift off to sleep on the back seat; a happy well-drained expression of bliss etched across his face. Shelby's head had found its way into her lap as Annette had been speaking on the phone to her husband. 

The girl now looked up at her mistress and smiled, flipping some of that lovely dirty blonde hair out of her eyes and shooting a wicked happy smile that told Annette once more; she knew she'd been a bad-bad kitty and that she promised she'd never be bad again - pinky swear! On the corner of her mouth was a little tell-tale salty remnant of Brad's "man-gasm." Apparently she'd not been able to swallow ALL that last salvo of cock custard from those two hairy balls of his!

"Come on up here and get in my lap luv," Annette beckoned to her kitten, "let me kiss and cuddle with you for the rest of the ride; Mummy's no longer unhappy with you!" It was more of that DOM-SUB minuet the two women loved to dance. Annette didn't normally do that sort of thing with just one individual for kicks; for her such things were MUCH more fun in like-minded groups but with her lovely haired pixie side-kick Shelby, things were different shall we say!

What's more; showing her kitten some love was in order. Annette had raged at her pet and now she wanted to coo at it while it purred in her lap! Shelby flipped her hair from her eyes once more and pouting playfully; climbed up in the boss's lap. Annette didn't buy it a bit that Shelby was angry with her for being "straightened out" -- she saw through all those pouts and whines every time and this was no exception as she took the girl's face in both her hands. The two shared a wide mouthed kiss; Annette licking all around the girl's mouth and cleaning up the last briny bits of Brad's "baby-gravy" from the girl's pretty kisser with a lip-smacking, 

"Mmmnn SHELBY.... he's just yummy!" 

The car arrived a minute later at the flat, Anthony having successful dodged the heaviest traffic once again for another commute home. He pulled into the basement garage entrance and in ten minutes, the car was parked, the passengers were in the lift going up to Annette's hall. Tony flew into action was in the back of the car with a rag, some leather luster, and a bit of carpet fresh in an attempt to undue the smell evidence of what had been done and get up that wet spot on the seat as best he could! 

Meanwhile inside Annette's flat, the three "late night on the town," adventurers showered and spruced up a quickly as possible while the maid laid out the outfit her mistress was to wear for the evening on the bed. She then deposited several boxes upon the bed next to it. In about ten minutes time, having washed off the glorious funk of sex for the second time that night; three bare bums emerged from the shower and wrapped themselves in towels. A moment later and the two women scampered giggling into the bedroom with the man coolly walking in behind them. 

They dressed. Annette with the help of her maid donned a sleek black dress, that only her long svelte dancer-form and maybe those of a dozen other women in London could make work. She then put on black stiletto heels and looked through several selections of jewelry that her maid had laid out for her. On the opposite side of the room Shelby and Brad were just like two kids on Christmas morning as they popped open the boxes and put on outfits Annette had selected for them. It was good to be "the cubs." 

In a short time Brad and Shelby were in their play-clothes and mugging in a large full length mirror. Shelby sported a black mini-dress that barely covered her ass and plunged like a Mexican cliff diver down to her delectable arse in the rear. Down below she had on a pair of black open toed "fuck me" heels. Brad sported a black silk shirt that was meant to show off a pair of gladiator pecks (which fortunately for him he just happened to have), and coal grey pants with black boots. 

Brad immediately was struck by the level of planning Annette had put into this evening. She'd correctly estimated his size for everything (although he should have had a clue one day at the office when he'd taken off his shoe for a moment and Shelby had asked him casually about his size). After he'd told her, he'd put it out of his head completely. Now standing in a full length mirror he was stunned at just how good he looked despite having never having tried on any of it. It was as if Annette had a sixth sense what they should wear! 

Annette had finished her jewelry selection. The tigress now stepped up behind her two smiling twenty-something cubs and surveyed them both in the mirror. She smiled and nodded her head approvingly. 

Brad's broad shoulders and long body; with its muffin tin buns and long lanky cowboy legs all fit what she'd picked out perfectly - she was never wrong about such things! As for Shelby; well that hard-bodied little pixie could even make a grain-bag look good, but Annette noted with satisfaction that her shortie- black outfit complemented her tiny little frame. It accentuated the twin grapefruit breasts and round little bottom of the playful little "sex-kitten" just PURRRRRR-fectly! Her high heels were just what the doctor ordered for turning the young woman into a jaw dropping distraction! 

Yes... the cubs looked good, (good enough to take out on the town; good enough to be seen with). Good enough to take home and fuck! 

She held in her hands another box and she opened it for them. Inside were three sets of sunglasses; black and shiny as polished obsidian. Annette handed a pair to both her interns and took the final pair for herself. Brad recognized them. They were a high-end brand that made each pair about eight hundred pounds each- but who is counting right?

"What can I say?" Annette said to them both with an arm around their waists, "I spare no expense at dressing what I want well!" She kissed them both deeply and then mentioned that they all need to bolt. A spritz of perfume for the two ladies and a splash of cologne for Brad and the three were headed down the lift to the car. Annette Bishop was heading out once more upon the London underground club scene and the tigress was taking both of the cubs on their first hunt together with her! 



Bishop Takes Knight Ch. 03



Bishop Takes Knight - Knight takes Bishop Part Three

The limo was already running for the three when they arrived at the bottom of the lift. They stepped into the sedan with Anthony holding the door for them and in no-time at all they were off into the London night and all that it promised. There was certain hypnotic something about that evening that wickedly pulled them down the streets and into that night; an otherworldly sort of thing, where normal rules and roles were expected to be cast aside, like the corporate costumes they'd been wearing only a short time before. The illogically random became the routine, the calculated gave way to the compulsively spontaneous, and repressed propriety yielded to the primal and the base.

It was therefore a surprise when the black sedan stopped on the corner of Charing Cross and Shaftesbury. Annette told Anthony that this spot would be good for where they were going and that they could "get out here." For Brad this was all very strange. A spot like this meant you were on your way to a theater or you wanted to go get a bite to eat in a few hundred meters but not to go clubbing, (at least not dressed as they were). He was puzzled when he got out from the car with the two women and he was puzzled when they began walking with Shelby leading the way and Annette walking behind her on his arm.

Shelby seemed to know exactly where they were headed and she skipped ahead like a merry little dryad; jumping about here and there on the side-walk. To Brad she appeared to be more like a teenager on far too much sugar rather than somebody who was told only a few hours before that she'd be made a direct report to a senior executive at Praetorian Group. There was a strange duality about her that was tolerated by Annette (who even went so far as to feed and foster it) and at the same time it mystified and perplexed Brad who considered the young woman to be quite a rare breed indeed! 

The three turned a corner and headed up a narrower street that appeared to have seen much better days. There were several buildings that had business space FOR RENT and with signs saying as much in their plate glass windows. The few businesses that had hung-on had long since closed for the day, (their sliding metal fronts had been pulled down and locked until tomorrow); with the exception of one.

Halfway up the street was a dingy little Chinese buffet sort of affair. It had a flashing gaudy neon sign with the words ALL YOU CAN EAT flashing like airport lighting; illuminating the otherwise dreary and unremarkable setting. Shelby motioned over her shoulder for Annette and Brad to "c'mon" like a little girl at an amusement wanting for the grown-ups to catch up while she waited to get on her favorite ride. She was actually bouncing up and down with excitement!

Brad looked at Shelby, he looked at the front of the establishment as the moved closer, and lastly he looked at his expensive club wear. He then shook his head incredulously. Annette merely smirked; she knew full well what was about to happen. It was a bit of "performance-art-meets-gimmick" and she was dying to see the young man's face!

Before they entered the restaurant; two young blonde women in matching red dresses (obviously overdressed as well for Chinese buffet), beat the trio to the door inside. They closed the door behind them. When the trio reached the door and entered the restaurant Brad's nose was immediately met by the smell of fried food and the usual bits of funk and indescribable other things that permeate such a greasy spoon . 

A teenage Asian girl by the cash register asked them "How many." Shelby immediately donned her dark sunglasses and pointed at the floor. Annette nodded to the girl and donned her sunglasses, she pointed to the floor as well. She slapped Brad on the ass and said to the girl,

"The big cute one's with us dearie," she said. The girl nodded and pointed to stairs across the room that descended into a lower dining area. Annette spun around told Brad to get his shades on. He felt slightly silly but did so. Out came his sunglasses which immediately went up on his head as Shelby and Annette led the way for him through the late evening diners shoveling mouthfuls of food into their faces.

As they approached the stairs, Brad noticed the floor of the restaurant was in need of a good cleaning and it was rather sticky-going as he proceeded. It was filthy; almost as if he were walking across the floor of a men's room in and adult bookstore that required a good stout mopping! His sense of disgust only increased as he reached the stairs and began to descend. A foul smell of sweet and sour-whatever and spoiled food met his nose; becoming more self-evident as he reached the bottom of the lower level.

They were now in the lower dining area with Brad wondering why the health department allowed such a place to remain in business. Shelby motioned to the kitchen and Annette took Brad by the arm. The three walked between waitresses and a crowd of diners to the entrance of the busboy station. They turned a corner where they faced an open window.

An old Chinese man; most likely the head-dishwasher for the kitchen stood leaning over two trash barrels. He peered through the busboy window at them and noted their clothes and glasses. Shelby pointed at the wall around the corner from where they'd just turned (out of the sight of the other diners). He nodded to the girl and waited patiently as Shelby said to him,

"We heard the duck is off tonight. Can you show us something -off the menu?" Her question was met by a smile and a nod from the old man, who stepped on a button on the floor. Brad heard an electric motor sound somewhere in the wall behind him.

He turned to see the bare wall open and a dark passageway illuminated by black lights before him. Annette took him by the arm and Shelby again led the way. The door closes behind them and Brad felt silly once again; standing in a dark corridor lit by black lights and wearing sunglasses. He held onto Annette's arm not out of some chivalric sense of propriety but from a desire to not fall down and bust his bum as the trio now descended another set of stairs.

They rounded a corner and stopped in an anti-chamber with two large doors; a tall skinny man sitting in front of them. Beside him was a fire-extinguisher and a cellphone. Through the crack between the two doors, the OOT! OOT! OOT! musical pulse of a rave pounded and reverberated.

The tall blue-eyed bouncer viewed them coolly before he then recognized Annette and Shelby. Hugs were exchanged and small talk was made. He then turned to Brad.

"He is with you both?" he asked; checking out Brad's face and then his clothes and wrinkling his nose.

"It's alright Dmitri," Annette said, "I dressed him myself. You don't like my taste in menswear?"

"Oh.. no Annette. NO!" the tall big-boned Cossack said peering back at her with electric baby blues that apologized profusely, "you know the deal though, yes? I have to look hard at what the men are wearing before they get in." Dmitri looked Brad up and down one more time and nodded his head telling her,

"It's ok... we have enough girls inside and he's bringing in the both of you... plus his boots and shirt are good." He turned and opened one of the double doors. Immediately there was a roar of noise as tremendously loud dance music mixed with the sound of people attempting to laugh and shout over it flooded the anti-chamber. Shelby led the way and Annette and Brad followed. The large blue-eyed Cossack stopped Brad two steps from inside the club with a powerful hand on his torso. He patted him on the face like he was a cute dog saying in heavy accented English,

"Your Mama dresses her cubs well my friend! Enjoy but don't stray too far from her... there are all sorts of dangerous felines in there that could eat you!" The towering rude Cossack laughed at his own joke and Brad stepped through the doors into an enormous whirling club that was bathed in noise, flashes of brilliant strobes, and stygian darkness. Three steps in and he caught up with Annette and Shelby who were waiting for him.

Brad glanced up on the wall directly in front of him. In gaudy paint that reflected black light he read, "Le Labyrinthe" or The Labyrinth, in French. He was in a rave club with a French name that nodded to a Greek myth below a Chinese restaurant in London. He also noted that a good many of the tragically hip and "oh so skinny" people in the establishment sported not only chic club attire but also some sort of dark sunglasses... despite the almost creepy darkness. For half a tick he considered the contradictions of it all before being seized by Annette's hand again and following Shelby as she led the way.

The club was aptly named. Not just dark and foreboding; it was almost surreal. Riddled with passages, it was like a rabbit warren that went from one subterranean bar to a dancefloor, and then on to other bars and dance floors. These were all off from the main dance floor; an immense sunken chamber of crushing sound with a sign above its entrance in stylized lettering that read, "THE WELL OF SOULS." Clearly somebody loved the dramatic. Down in the "well" on an immense floor, the tragically chic danced somewhere beneath a heavy fog of dry ice; their heads and shoulders being all that was visible in darkness that was periodically broken up with flickering strobes and psychedelic lighting effects. 

"I want to dance," announced Annette to Brad and Shelby. The pretty little noggin of the girl nodded and the three moved to the dance floor; now an ocean of undulating bodies sweat and dense fog; all punctuated by strobe lights and multicolored flashes.

The three stepped down into the gyrating pandemonium of the floor. Immediately it was as if they'd stepped into a pit of writhing snakes. Bodies were jammed packed together, thrashing and whipping violently in an undulating sweaty mass; a steady techno-tribal pounding urging them on like a deafening barbaric heartbeat! Brad now found that Shelby's hand had seized his as Annette had gotten away from him on the floor someplace. They had completely lost the boss in the fog and heaving bodies.

"It's alright," Shelby shouted in his ear with a note of reassurance in her voice, "stay close to me! She does it all the time. She'll swim back!" A moment later it turned out that Shelby was spot on, for as Brad and Shelby thrashed and flailed to the steady pounding techno, out of the Fog danced Annette and straight up to them. She threw her arms first around Shelby and then around Brad; kissing him deeply before returning to her undulating movements to the slamming pounding beats. There was nowhere to move. There was no order or sanity in any direction; it was all bodies, sweat and NOISE!

In the steady rhythmic chaos of it all, they began to feel the crush and the swell; as if the mass of bodies now became liquid. Shelby pushed in closer and tighter to Brad. She began to thrash and rub upon him like a horny puppy as the two shuffled in the cheek to jowl crowd of clubbers who could only move in a left-foot-right foot-left foot sort of fashion. Her pelvis found his thigh and her hand found his hip. She hump-danced him in a sort of half-twerking and half jogging- in-place samba that other couples were doing around them.

Brad looked to his side and saw Annette dancing in the strobes and flashes of light as if in a trance. He then saw hands come out of the crowd behind her; strong male hands that were long fingered, black, and powerful! They ran up her body in the sweaty-people crush and down into her dress, groping her rudely as she jerked laughed and thrashed; shaking her head in ecstasy with the dry ice fog enveloping her from Brad's view and not caring in the least that she was being felt up.

When the fog momentarily cleared, her gaze met Brad's and she put on a bit of a show for him; bringing one of the hands from out of her dress to suck the long black fingers one by one. She shoved the other hand up underneath her shorty-short skirt for a bit of groping mischief between her legs and the hand obliged her busily! She dropped her dark sunglasses to her nose and leered back at Brad in a wicked tease; all while Shelby's thighs attempted to squeeze him in a sweaty hip gyrating grip that said, "HEY OVER HERE, pay attention to me too!"

There was a bit of a competition going on now...more head-games between Annette and Shelby. Shelby drew Brad's attention by slinking up and down him like some exotic dancer from an ancient far eastern fable. Annette, always the much more subtler of the two; drew his attention back by moving away from him on the floor and allowing the unknown set of hands do their thing; the effect being just as powerful at whipping Brad's head and eyes back in her direction.

Shelby was still very much the neophyte with such things and relied on the hard bump and grind to start the "burn" in a man. Annette used the tickle-twinge of jealousy.... she knew he was watching and she felt his twinge. His glance provided her with the sweet buzz she wanted.....she wanted to see it; see his head turn, see his distraction, make him insecure for a bit, and start the "burn" slower. She knew damned well the slow burn could often be the hotter one....she'd let this smolder all night long if she had to and then toss fuel on it at her leisure later!

The face of the unknown man appeared over her shoulder. He looked possibly Jamaican. He was tall and with short cropped hair. He had high cheekbones and smiled with a look that was genuinely friendly to all,

"This is Dexter!" Annette shouted at Brad, "he is an absolutely mad dancer, luv him to death!" She turned her head back and stroked his smiling face and jutting chin - placing a playful nibble on his cheek. The strong genial man from the islands shot his hand out to Brad as Annette shouted over the noise to him,

"...and this is Brad!"

"It's a pleasure," Dexter said. His smile was broad and it showed a great deal of teeth in a genuinely friendly way that said, Its all good here man! Everything's good!

"Likewise," said Brad taking Dexter's hand and shaking it. Annette noted the look in Brad's face. He may have had bit of jealousy behind those eyes of his, but there was no malice... no possessiveness that she read in it. She liked that; she knew Brad noticed her dancing with someone else ...and just as hot n' heavy as he was with Shelby (yet he wasn't confrontational or hostile). He was cordial and like a good boy; could share his toys. She liked that too! 

There was another thing she liked and it was splitting her pussy right up the middle at the moment. In the crush of the clubbers down in the swirling milky ice fog her dress was now rucked halfway up her bum. She wasn't dancing just on the floor it seems; she was dancing on Dexter's big black cock and in fact he'd been pushed up in her for some time now! 

It wasn't the first time Dex and she had pulled off this parlor trick. It was a favorite of theirs (once the fog or foam got thick and the crowd packed in like this). She'd pulled it with him (in a manner of speaking), half a dozen times on this very dance floor alone! Once the crowd pushed in "nuts to butts" like this; nobody could see anything!

It was all very VERY Annette. It was how that keen mind worked and how she kept it tickled; after all, with her high intelligence came a strong libido. Using a crowd for illicit shags was just a characteristic of that thinking; where high intelligence and strong libido came together and decided they were both bored -and then high libido asked strong intelligence what she wanted to do!

It was why when some people saw a beautiful country lane in Cornwall; she'd notice a nice stone wall in a pasture to the side in which to hide behind and fuck somebody breathless. It was why she'd see a beautiful piece of Moroccan leather furniture and immediately wonder what sexual positions atop it she could comfortably execute and how many people it could support the weight of. It was also why she enjoyed teasing men, playing games with women and cucking her husband Caesar. It was also why after five minutes of marriage to her husband, she'd lost all romantic notions for the old megalomaniac and his whining neediness; realizing in a honeymoon epiphany that theirs had gone from a marriage of convenience to a marriage of annoyance.

She didn't want to kill the goose that laid the golden eggs but she also was not going to deny herself "things;" just as she hadn't denied them to herself when she was single!  The difference now was that she had more power and more resources to pursue those things... and why the fuck not? She figured she'd only get to go through life this one time; she'd better experience and enjoy as much as she could and that included all things thrilling and sexual!

Another set of hands appeared out of the crowd. These were beautiful female hands and painstakingly manicured. They flashed momentarily in the strobes at the edge of Brad's vision and then they were upon Annette's body; roaming around as if searching for an opening in her black dress. A second later a statuesque short haired blonde woman with impossibly long legs and a dangerously short gold dress joined those hands, as if she'd been spat out of the throng of heaving bodies. Dexter shouted a cheerful hello from over Annette's shoulder to the woman. Annette immediately recognized her and screamed, "ANIKA GORGEOUS! HOW ARE YOU?" above the tumultuous sound!

The two women hugged and then something was said in Anika's ear; making the two women erupt in absolutely catty laughter! They kissed hard and pushed into one another as Dexter plowed cock from behind into Annette's quim; all unbeknownst to clubbers dancing immediately next to them and colliding with them in the crush! From a distance it all merely looked like a man dancing quite close to a pair of women on a sardine-packed floor. As bit of added distraction the ladies devoured each other's lips to "show-off" for a crowd who was far too hip, too sophisticated, and too self-absorbed to notice any of it!

Brad noticed however, and realized perhaps it was sometimes best to hide things in plain sight. Annette was providing him with the perfect learning point and she'd have been proud to see how well one of her cubs was "putting things together!" His thoughts were interrupted by another set of wayward hands. They belonged to Shelby and they were groping low in the crush and foggy darkness - working his zipper down quickly while people danced to either side of them oblivious to it all!

"Lift me up," Shelby shouted to Brad as she wrapped arms around his neck. He felt a draft down low and now understood what her intentions were. He looked left and right like he'd been told to pinch sweeties from a candy shop.

"Don't worry Brad," she shouted, "you are in the most underground of underground clubs. You won't get kicked out for it," she laughed, "not out of this place!"

"But won't..." he started to protest.

"Most people simply don't know about this place," she explained over the music, "look around you luv, what do you see?" He looked about.

"Lots of impossibly beautiful people for starters!" he shouted back in her ear.

"How many lads?" Shelby asked. He looked about again.

"A few," he answered, "a few here and a few there but it's sparse!"

"More birds than men, yes?" she said to him. He looked around hard this time and agreed with her,

"Yeah, I'd say a lot fewer lads, not a bad set of odds in this place now that you mention!" 




Bishop Takes Knight Ch. 03



"The club's owner wants it that way," she replied, "less stupid blokes with stupid lines scaring away ladies. They also want the lads to have a certain sort of.... appeal. You don't look a certain way and then their all, .."Sorry boy but its bye- bye for you!" That goes for hair body and bum on the boys; that way it's a much prettier and more glamorous crowd here!" He nodded and noticed that folks were probably quite hung up on their looks.

"What else do you see?" she asked; wanting to know how long it would take for him to pick up. He looked around through the haze and fog trying to "glance and dance." It really was dark as shit in there away from the floor. His eyes adjusted a bit and he saw it.

In a far corner at a cocktail table he saw a very attractive woman. She wore a club outfit that was more beachwear than dress and was clearly blowing a fellow seated at a corner lounge in the dim gloom. Nobody bothered them. There was more to see if you just looked.

At the top of the stairs just off the dance-floor in the shadow of a fake Roman column two blonde women in red dresses lip-locked in a passionate snog. Brad recognized them as the red dressed-pair from when they'd first entered the awful Chinese place upstairs. He saw one of the pair had her boobs out and was giving the crowd a bit of a rude show; not that anyone seemed to notice. In fact here and there in the dark and shadows, people were groping, fucking, or whatever-elsing casually and all just back a bit. It was almost as if the age old club tradition of snogging in the corners had been replaced by sneaking a quickie discretely out of the way.

"Everyone is doing what you're tryin to get me to do anyhow," he answered as the light came on in his head. Shelby nodded saying,

"Now you get it. You're not just Annette's pretty faced boy after all!"

"How come the law isn't all over this place?"

"Did Dmitri, the big blonde Russian at the door.....," she asked, "y'know ...... touch you in any way as he stopped you?" He nodded to her. 

"And just how'd he do that, luv?" she asked. He patted the spot on his torso and she nodded like she'd solved a crime. 

"He checked you for a wire and looked you over one last time for any kind of video equipment," she said, "he wanted to make sure you're not a copper!"

"How would he know a ...?"

"That's because," she explained rolling her eyes, "he bloody-well IS ONE you silly git! So are all the other bouncers; coppers and ex-coppers! He moonlights here. He joined the force here a few years back after he immigrated. He was a policeman for a while in Russia and then came here to start over. He loves being a policeman here in Britain where the bribes are better n' besides - the owner here pays him a lovely sum above his salary to keep his mates away!"

 "How in the hell do you kn..." he started to ask.

"Well, people talk after sex and I got curious so..." she interrupted.

"Ivan at the door?"

"Yes and his name is Dmitri and he's hung like a ruddy polar bear so don't judge! Now bloody-hell pick me up!"

She had his cock out now down in the crush and fog out of sight. With all that "bitch in heat' humping that she'd done on his leg, he'd developed quite a prominent problem in his pants and it wasn't as if they would have to wait for anything. Couples dancing to either side of them gave them a wink as they knew what was up and pushed in even closer to provide the two a little "crush-cover." Nothing like a bit of help from strangers! 

He lifted her up and hoisted her high; only to settle her down on his loins. She wrapped both legs around his waist and his hands cupped underneath her bum for support. Her thighs now held onto him with the vice-like strength of an Olympic gymnast. In a quick fluid movement her deft fingers pushed aside her thong and the mushroom head of his cock found the notch to her pretty pink cunt-hole. He felt the juicy hole yield and gravity simply did the rest.

Shelby gasped hard as she sank upon him. The veiny shaft rushed up inside her and for an instant she went wide eyed; thinking his cock had stopped someplace in her chest cavity! Once more, a happy woman felt the fleshy spear of "Brad the Impaler" deep inside her; giving her insides a friendly fleshy stretch! They began a sneaky standing fuck right there in the darkness of the Well of Souls; lost in a swirling tide of pushing dancers, dry-ice smog, and pounding techno sound!

Brad looked over his shoulder for a moment and saw Annette. Her face was all blissful agony that could easily have been mistaken for some sort of tribal dance euphoria. Hugging her close and with arms around her neck was the tall blonde Anika; speaking words of encouragement in her ear between kisses and laughs.

Was it really two girls "lezzing it up on the floor" for the attention and titillation of others? Not quite. Behind her still was Dexter; pummeling away at her as they'd been doing for several minutes now! Anika was making lovely cover for them. Annette was deeply grateful to her girlfriend; almost as deep and grateful as she was for that rude black cock of Dexter's that plowed her cunt in synch with the deafening music! The driving beat and the conjoined friction finally had the desired effect for the two clubbers. 

Dex pulled her close and Annette felt him send a hot rush of seed deep inside her; triggering a sympathetic quake up inside her pussy! She clamped her mouth onto Anika's neck; latching her teeth on the pale white flesh and screaming with joy into it! The rampant black cock shuddered spat and spewed far up inside her as she now raked her teeth up and down Anika's neck and shoulders; all the while with the smiling lovely blonde holding her up and talking her through it.

Both Annette and her handsome island fellow were now covered in sweat but they kept dancing in the crush as if nothing had occured. They finally uttered something cordial but unintelligible in the club's tremendous noise. Dexter danced away, happily straightening his clothing and flashing that gallant smile as Annette and Anika hugged, danced and chatted like a pair of old school chums. There was more than just chat happening; the two were a team and Anika was playing the "look-out."

A second later another opportunity presented itself for them. Anika shot her arm out over Annette as a man danced behind her. Her grasp landed on his shoulder and she spun him their way. He was a handsome young lad who wasn't more than maybe twenty - just a baby still really. No problem - he'd do!

The young man turned and looked at Anika who peered back over Annette's shoulder and batted her eyes. She lifted the hem of her friend's black dress; showing him Annette's perfect bare ass and said something to him quickly and illicitly in the deafening club noise. With a look left and right, the lad turned and shimmied up to Annette to commence "dancing" as Anika's hands reached down to get the latest boy-toy's zipper down. Brad observed all this and thought,

"Plain sight, .... plain sight. Best place to hide it!"

Brad followed their example now as he plowed and fucked the lovely bucking little nymph Shelby; who flipped her hair to and fro to the rhythm and as the crowd pushed against them like a great tide. Out of the corner of his eye he caught Annette as she remained sandwiched between Anika and the young fellow who blew his load of lad-batter inside her after about three minutes. The amateur!

He whispered something in Annette's ear and she turned her head back and kissed him. He danced off as though part of some bizarre "catch and release" program that the club was sponsoring. Anika resumed her post like some patient lady-angler, waiting to hook another big-un' as it swam by!

Before long she pulled in a tall red headed fellow in his mid-twenties with a soul-patch below his chin. Again she lifted Annette's dress and pointed at her friend's bare ass, saying something lewd and inviting as Annette made over the shoulder eyes at him and licked her lips. The man nodded and did a bit of a take left and right before sandwiching the already well-fucked brunette between him and the tall Scandinavian goddess. If it hadn't been in a club it could have qualified as performance art.

After what felt like several minutes the "soul-patch man" spent himself up inside Annette as she shrieked like a sweaty banshee; this process was repeated again at least with at least three more men. Brad watched and saw all as he danced with Shelby upon his penile pogo-stick and couples pressed in to either side collaboratively (and appreciatively)to cover their dance floor humping.

He'd cum in Shelby once already and then he pulled another of his little dating tricks it seems; just staying up inside her and bouncing her up and down on "it."  She didn't notice him blasting his nuts in her. She continued to juice and thrash her head about.

Even if the couples around them were not helping cover their activities, it was unlikely that anyone in the crowd were likely to notice any of Shelby's drippings and juicings. Everyone was covered in sweat and no one could see the wet marks of sex on anyone's clothing. When the foam machine was turned on this became a certainty! What's more, Brad had soon bounced himself into a new state of hard veiny rigidity; using Shelby as a sweaty heaving penis pump. She was never really the wiser; she just thrashed her head to the music, juiced, and came as she saw fit! This went on for several more minutes.

At last Brad saw Annette way out in the middle of the floor fan herself and blow out her chest like she'd been out for a decent run. She'd finally tired of her own public poking pole-dance. As the last man zipped himself up and danced off, she made a suggestion to Anika that she wanted to get off the floor and find the cubs. 

Brad watched as Anika said something to Annette and the boss nodded back with that glamorous smile of hers. She was always the center of attention to be sure, and she deserved the moniker! He noted she possessed a weird sort of aura about her that made people stop and look; be it across a crowded dance floor or in a corporate boardroom (it didn't matter -you just had to stop and look).

"She wants to hit the bar," Shelby said fanning herself like she too was ready to melt. The irony of course was that Brad had done all of the work! It was very fortunate for him she was a true pixie of a spinner; weighing a little bit more than a dormouse! 

He let her slide down off from him and she turned around; shouting and waiving at somebody in the crowd at the top of the stairs (who wasn't there really). It was a clever ruse by a clever girl to make any would-be voyeurs watching the spectacle turn and look to the top of the stairs; otherwise they'd have seen Brad shove his wet junk back in his trousers. Shelby's naughty little trick worked - having been not her first time doing this sort of business apparently! 

Annette emerged from the packed throng of bodies andjoined Brad and Shelby at the top of the stairs. On her arm she had the towering blond with the short hair and the even shorter gold dress in tow. The two were laughing and carrying on like old friends; which was appropriate because they most definitely were! 

"SHELBY! " Annette happily shouted as she pushed her friend up to meet the young girl, "you remember Anika of course!" The statuesque blonde scooped up the little nugget of a nymph in her arms for a happy hug and then "Hollywood kissed" her on both cheeks before the two exchanged small talk and giggles. Her eyes then fell on Brad and they went up and down.

"Shelby," she hollered over the music to the girl, "you've been sneaky! Where in the HELL do you get off hiding such a fine specimen as this dear?" Annette cut in with the introduction.

"Anika," she said to her blonde friend, "this is Brad Knight. He works with us. Shelby is "watching out for him tonight for me." Annette and Anika exchanged a smirk and a nod. The blue-eyed Danish-German Viking princess turned to him and gave him another of her cheek kisses. Not so much as a "pleased to meet you," came from her mouth. She was busy looking and appraising.

"Well," she said to Annette as her cold blue eyes traveled up and down, "if I'd known the men of Praetorian Group looked like this, I'd have held onto my letter of resignation and stayed on with them... and YOU Annette! " There was a laugh between the two women; not exactly catty but there was posturing going on.

"You have a tongue honey?" she said looking directly at him with icy blue moons for eyes.

"Yes," he said.

"Good," she said, "I hate strong silent types...they're so boring after sex!" Brad just smiled back politely. She's a shy one, he thought! 

"You like it here? You like this club?" she asked now cutting into his space; not confrontational but with the pushiness of an assertive alpha female from the European continent who wanted to ask a question. She was fit, he reasoned to be a friend of Annette's; as the two alpha she-wolves most likely saw each other as cut from the very same piece of cloth. She was waiting for her answer and looking at him like she was deciding if Annette and Shelby had been fucking another "stupid pretty one" for kicks.

"Yes I do!" he answered. He'd of course have to do better than that if he were to shake off the "cute but stupid" label that her mind was placing atop his forehead.

"So," she said looking around," what do you think." She was standing peering straight into his eyes with those cold electric blue pools of hers. She'd cocked her jaw at an odd angle, already expecting him to say something like, Its Cool... Its bloody marvelous.....It's absolutely brilliant. What she got instead was Brad the analyst; who was used to sizing up situations and making an astute and nuanced appraisal.

"Somebody here is fucking brilliant," he said, "they've completely read the market like a book and decided to harness the need of a certain small but wealthy segment of the public. They've exploited a niche-market completely and gotten in before anyone else knew the market was there." Her jaw straightened out and she turned her head on its side, listening intently saying,

"Right, go on."

"They have a secret entrance to a place in the bottom of a simply awful Chinese buffet. Nobody of any real consequence would consider coming here; unless you wanted to keep it exclusive, meaning only a select few would entertain being here so far away from other decent clubs. The location avoids those "club clusters." It avoids the blokes with a lot of money but no 'sense' of dress and sophistication; the types who are going to take it a couple of streets over, (or they'll go to the East End, or they'll go south and hit up on the strippers a the Penthouse Club and waste time and quid there)."

"Getting warm," she said with blue eyes spot-welded on him; her nose a few centimeters from his breathing into his face, "keep talking."

"They check at the door for the usual things; are you cute, are you well dressed, are you trouble, are you a copper? They even have well paid off-duty and ex-coppers keeping the heat at arms distance; you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours if you watch your department and let us know if the law or the fire marshal will ever raid a place like this. Very smart!" The giant Viking princess looked at him and nodded.

"And....." she said, wanting to see him put it all together.

"The difference is you keep a certain aesthetic for the lads that come in. They look they all could be male models or extras on television commercials; all tall, muscular- but not thuggy. They want to make this as non-threatening as possible here. It's made for sex and debauchery but it is made... for ladies. Here a girl can be a complete and absolute cum-slut and she doesn't have to worry about some Neanderthal getting too rude or too stupid with her simply because he's brought a lot of cash and figures he'll possess some girl before the night is over. No, this club is made for women and as for the men... they are the candy without being overt about anything."

He paused and saw that she was still looking straight at him; giving his mind an x-ray with those unblinking eyes of hers. He now flashed a bit of confidence at her. He looked away at the dance floor and nodded his head smiling and then looked back straight into those eyes like he wanted to keep her in suspense. It was the same confidence that had made Annette absolutely moist when they'd slapped each other in their shouting match that led to their torrid fuck. He took his time and looking straight back into those eyes of hers said,

"The women are the market. It's all very good! This all brings in not those girls who work a full week and barely have enough to pay the bills; it attracts the rich girls ...the spoiled brat's who wish to annoy daddy and spend his money or that of their own fortunes-the owner of this place simply doesn't care!" He went on, feeling the tables in the conversation turning.

"Attractive rich girls spend money, but they like a certain type of man to be available, they make sure there is a steady stream of them coming through the door. This place gets a reputation for being where the upper crust come to enjoy themselves; a few Paris Hilton's or Kardashian trollop no-nothings show their pretty little heads in here (because it's a posh naughty place), and soon more posh naughty birds flock here and throw cash around. Somebody did their homework and built a better mousetrap after baiting it with truffles and caviar." 

Anika ran her tongue in around inside her cheek and nodded; not feeling nearly so smug but feeling a tingle between her legs the way he'd spoken to her and not been flummoxed. She shot a look to Shelby and then to Annette and shrugged as though she knew she was wrong about him. She turned back saying once more,

"So pretty-face you like it?"

"I think it's clear I said as much," he replied being cheeky but having deserved to be so.

"Good," she smiled cocking an eyebrow at the little boy who now deserved to go to the head of the class, "I own it. It's my club! .... You can come in here any time you like, I'll be sure Dmitri and his friends at the door know what you look like from here on so there is no wait for you."

"You own it?" Brad asked.

"I quit Praetorian's Copenhagen branch a few years ago. I was working here in London for Annette as the local London rep. I saw the grass was greener and left. We stayed friends as a smart fellow such as you may have already figured out. Yes?" He nodded.

"I like him," she said turning back to Annette and Shelby, "he is pretty and he speaks well; plus he has a something in that pretty head of his too." She turned and began to walk to the bar past her former boss; wiggling a finger at them to follow and turning her head the two ladies over her shoulder saying,

"Of course you know very well, I fully intend to borrow him and fuck him!"

"Wouldn't have expected anything less from you dear," Annette said, "that's why we're still friends. We understand one another so well!" She said this with a sideways wink to Shelby who bounced alongside her boss; returning the wink and a smirk. They were going for drinks now; Brad bringing up the rear and feeling like he'd just figured out who'd killed Kennedy solely for their entertainment.

They walked down a passageway; ostensibly Brad figured, towards one of the many bars in the place. He was a bit confused however when the three women ahead of him turned into a side door that read, Coat Check Area. Who the hell brought coats?




Bishop Takes Knight Ch. 03



Anika closed the door to the coat check room behind them and turned to a pretty Chinese girl in a black PVC "biker-bitch" costume who stood behind the counter. Behind her were racks of heavy winter coats, overcoats, and a couple of mangy looking furs. It was June. That fact struck Brad immediately. He then noticed a bit of dust had collected on some of the hanging items as if they'd been there quite a while.

"You want in Anika?" the girl asked the club owner cordially.

"Wait dear," Anika replied, "for the education of the handsome neophyte with us and because I have a flair for the dramatic; let's do the routine -- shall we?" She turned her eyes to Brad and the pretty girl gave him an appreciative "up and down" with her eyes.

"Suit yourself Anni," the girl said as she understood, "can I help you ladies?"

"Yes dear," Annette answered, "I'm here for my jacket. I left it here last week; a fox fur." She pointed to a ratty fur that clearly wasn't fox; more like rat or a squirrel hit by a van by the looks of things.

"You have your ticket?" the girl asked.

"No dear," Annette replied "but I can see it there, it's in... PLAIN ..SIGHT." Annette annunciated slowly those last two words like she was a speech professor and she shot her eyes at Brad as she said them.

"Ok," said the girl. She reached unceremoniously under the desk and unlocked an automated sliding panel. The wall to their left immediately opened and loud music and the voices of more clubbers rushed out from it. It was another secret chamber lay beyond the wall, with a bar and another dance floor.

"Thank you darling!" Anika said to the girl. She then led the way inside for the trio. Brad looked up as he stepped through the threshold and read the sign that read, "IN PLAIN SIGHT!" It was a clever name and he immediately caught the meaning of the password that had been used with the girl at the counter.

In the center of the room was a horseshoe-shaped bar, placarded with signs and directional arrows for GENTs and for Ladies. It was a bit odd but Brad noticed the men were on the outside of the bar and the ladies were clustered inside the horseshoe with the two barmaids. Some of the women seemed to be going down below the bar; disappearing beneath it. The men on their side of the horseshoe nursed their drinks in an odd solitary fashion; hugging themselves up close to the edge of the bar and not seeming to be socializing much.

Anika led Brad by the arm and ushered him over to the "gents" section as Annette and Shelby entered the horseshoe. One of the barmaids, a tall gorgeous black woman with slender super-model features, recognized Annette and Shelby and squealed with delight! She turned to the other barmaid and pointed out that Annette and her naughty pansexual pixie Shelby were "back in the house!" Brad immediately noticed that the other barmaid was not walking behind the bar -she was walking on it! She was in fact; a midget, and one with curly blonde shoulder-length locks and quite large bosoms (for a little person). As she hopped up and down happily, Brad noticed her tits were pushed up by a tight little bustier; making her look like the hottest blonde munchkin this side of OZ!

"GIRL! How are you doing?" A happy female voice with a heavy cockney accent split the air over the pounding rave music. The loud West Indian/Somali barmaid with absolutely flawless elongated beuaty seized up Annette with a great hug in her long graceful arms. Hollywood kisses followed. 

"Wendy!" Annette cried out, "So good to be back - you look stunning as ever!" Another cry rang out...this time from atop the bar,

"Annette and Shelby! Shelby girl, catch me!!" hollered the blonde midget. A split second later, she flew through the air; stage diving from the bar into the arms of Shelby -who was happy to be embracing someone smaller and randier than she!

"PENELOPE!" Shelby squealed with delight hugging her like doll, "How's my favorite horny hobbit?" Only Shelby, the pouty little "powder-keg-pixie" and loved by all; could have gotten away with that one! Shelby had pretty-much a blank check with the folks that worked the club. They simply shrugged off her sometimes impertinent comments as fun bitchy banter.

"Missin' your kissin'," Penelope replied as she wrapped her little legs around the girl and gave her a nice wet French one on the mouth. For added emphasis her little pelvis humped Shelby's mid-section like a Chihuahua in heat. It was all just showing off for the gentleman watching at the bar -this time anyhow! Penelope and Shelby had done a bit of naughty girl/girl (or more appropriately hobbit/pixie), antics with one-another in the past; only in much more private settings back at Shelby's flat sharing "Penny's" box of toys.

"So," said the thirty-five year old Penny stroking the Shelby's face and lifting her sunglasses off her head to place them on her own, "what are you two drinking?"

"Absinthe martini for me and two fingers of scotch with a splash of water for Mummy over there," Shelby replied.

"BORRRRINGGG!" the pebble sized Penny said rolling her eyes, "alright, I'll mix you both up your usual same-old, same-old but later you HAVE to try one of my "leg spreaders. They're guaranteed to loosen you up, luv!"

"I hardly need that girl," Shelby said as she set the little nymph nugget down and stuck her fingers under her dress. A second later she wiped them across Penelope's lips and bid her to smell 'em and suck 'em. Penny did so and a moment later went wide-eyed saying with a bit of envy in her voice,

"Mmmm you wicked girl. So... just who's cum am I tasting?"

"That tall one over there with your boss Anika on his arm," Shelby answered, "He works with me!"

"Tastes like work is good deary! I could go for a bit o' that sort of work in me sometime...." she said thoughtfully before continuing "right, your drinks are coming right up. Oh and for 'Mr. Tasty' over there at the bar with Anika?"

"Send him the same as I'm drinking!" Annette interrupted; giving Penelope a hug and a cheek kiss.

"Right," said Penny, "two fingers with a squirt! Coming up for the three of you! Back in a bit!" With that, Shelby boosted Penelope back up onto the top of the bar and she was off running down to the end to start pouring; still wearing Shelby's sunglasses. 

Meanwhile, Annette watched Anika lead Brad up to a vacant space on the bar. She waited; anticipating what was coming. Anika was chatting his ear off and he hadn't seen anything different or out of the ordinary... yet!

It took a moment for him but eventually he saw "it" and his eyes suddenly went wide with shock and he did a skittish hop backwards; Anika still on his arm! Annette and Shelby now fell all over each other laughing uncontrollably at Brad's look of surprise. It was all Anika could take and she erupted in howls of laughter as well; finding this too horribly funny!

There, directly in front of Brad was the top of the counter; a crystal clear pane of thick glass with light shining up from below. One could clearly see everything below in a little compartment like an aquarium. Inside the compartment sat a woman, (in fact she was one of the two blonde women who'd entered the club ahead of them). She looked up at him through the glass, appearing to wait patiently for something. 

She was seated in a comfy stuffed chair set in the sunken compartment; her little pink froo-froo girly drink sitting on a shelf next to her. A door behind her led back out to the horseshoe and all the chatting mingling ladies. In the hardwood paneled side of the bar directly in front of him Brad noticed a hole and two elongated slots that entered the compartment from his end. It was a bit like standing in front of a cinema ticket window except the glass was in the ceiling instead of the sides of the booth.

The bar all along the horseshoe was actually all one long series of such compartments; all evenly spaced and with women sitting comfortably as men standing at the bar shoved their cocks through the holes in front of them to suck and service. It was happening all up and down the length of the bar, and all around the horseshoe. Glory holes!...So that was why none of the lads were chatting with each other! The evening had taken on yet another surreal twist for Brad.

"She can't see you," Anika said to him as he looked down at the pretty blonde staring up through the glass, "the top of the bar is all one big series of one-way mirrors. The booths are brightly lit inside, so all the women can see is their own reflection when they look up; oh and of course they see a nice hard cock when its shoved through the hole or a pair of hands that come through the slots!" Anika noticed the lady inside seemed have waited long enough so she reached down and unzipped the speechless Brad's trousers and freed his cock saying,

"C'mon darling let's get the two of you better acquainted!" With that ,she jerked and tugged him to a state of sufficient hardness before she put a firm hand behind his bum and steered his throbbing erection into the appropriate hole. The woman on the other side of the panel saw his cock plop through the hole like a wobbly jack in the box of veiny flesh. She immediately latched onto it and began to suck. A second later Penelope walked down the glass top of the bar and presented him with his drink.

"From your boss over there luv," she said sweetly; looking back at Annette who stood with Shelby. The two women raised their glasses and waived to him in between laughs! Penelope looked down through the glass at the veiny well-endowed cock that the blonde now gagged herself on and nodded her head appreciatively. She leaned down to Brad's ear and said to him,

"You're quite a pretty one - both above and below luv! Be a good little fellow and finish that drink. I'll be ready to give you another one when you're ready n' maybe perhaps later; you can try to hook me with your pole in one of these fish tanks when I take a break. Wouldn't you just love to catch a midget mermaid?"

She lifted up Shelby's sunglasses. She hadn't returned them yet. She leered into his eyes for a moment and kissed him before he could answer. She then trotted away down the bar, running above the bobbing heads of women beneath the glass and in front of men grimacing and straining from was happening to their pricks inside the bar!

"So what do you think now?" Anika asked him, "Your answer out next to the Well of Souls was good; even impressive! You think fast on your feet, but now with your cock being sucked below the bar; what can you tell me about THIS PLACE!"

Brad's chin was bobbing slightly and he closed his eyes for a second. The woman throating him was doing a bloody marvelous job and he was supremely distracted! On the other hand, his ego now fueled the urge for him to show-off once more to Anika. He was now faced with the problem of having to think while having all the blood in his body rushing down to the "other head." What to do?

He across the bar and saw Annette make eye contact with him momentarily before she and Shelby stepped through individual open doors of vacant compartments below the bar. Not two seconds later; a pair of tall gentlemen built like footballers, one sandy-haired and the other sporting a shaven head, stepped up to the gloryholes and ordered drinks. They unzipped and fed cocks into the compartments where the two ladies had just entered.

By the looks on both of the gentlemen's faces, Annette and Shelby got to work immediately. Both fellows began wincing and stuttering as Wendy the tall barmaid listened to their drink orders and smiled in complete amusement! Brad's answer hit him at that moment.

"This is your money maker!" he said turning to Anika. Her cold blue eyes locked again on his intently as he spoke, "it's a secret club inside a secret club,"

"Keep talking.." she said watching his pupils and loving how they looked as he worked things out. She was a complete sapio-sexual. To her; a hard cock and a set of broad shoulders came in second and third to a razor sharp mind! Genius and the confidence to use it made her clit throb and her knickers all dewy.

"You have...out there," he said flipping his head in the direction of the outer club, "a place in the Well of Souls and those other spots where people THINK they've hit the forbidden secluded spot. The thing is most don't know there's one more secret place they haven't opened.....and it's hidden IN PLAIN SIGHT. It's the REAL club; not the red herring you've tossed everyone out there..."

"You're doing well," she said now snuggling up to him as he sipped his drink and looked down at the blonde blowing him. Anika ran her hand through one of the large window slots to the side of the gloryhole and found the pretty blonde's head inside. She held the woman by her flaxen shoulder-length locks as the head sucked and bobbed on Brad's veiny knob. Anika now wrapped her free arm around Brad's torso and kissed him on his neck and jaw; smelling traces of his cologne before whispering in his ear,

"Alright, you're nearly there....." She kissed his neck and waited for his answer. Brad stared into the compartment next to them where the other blonde woman of the red-dressed pair now sat; sucking at some random gasping sweating fellow next to them. RANDOM! Anonymous.YES! The epiphany hit Brad's brain and the words just rolled off his tongue....

"Out there," he said looking back into the unseeing green eyes of the beautiful woman throating him, "people think they 're doing something forbidden. Casual hookups, fucking in the corners, screwing on the dance floor. Its not really is it?"

"MMM(Chuckle)...no it's not," she said in his ear before returning to kiss and sniff at his neck, enjoying his own natural essence that had mingled delightfully with whatever cologne it was he'd slapped on.

"The thing is they're convinced they're doing something forbidden," Brad continued, "and that posh crowd will pay good money for that illicit experience. The real random hook-up, the dangerous "casual encounter" is in here because the women don't get to see the man. They feel the shameful thrill of anonymity along with the rush of the sex. Only a certain select well-paying few and of course starlet types that want something a little more wicked than usual get that password to get in here don't they? You are offering the highest quality women, the elite brats really; a chance to basically go dogging and be a truly bad set of girls. They don't have to worry about anyone finding out....not with a club within a club...below a bad Chinese buffet that nobody would expect them to be caught dead in! I'd say your books must look pretty impressive, to be sure." 

"I have an accountant if you are offering services," she replied back, "but you are correct about the drink prices on this side of the wall. Let's just say Annette is picking up the bar tab for both you and Shelby," she said pulling back from his neck and looking him in the eyes, "you couldn't afford that scotch in your glass, - not on what you make as an intern!" Brad smirked back at her in triumph and Anika felt a little bit of dew accrete between the lips of her pussy. His mousetrap-quick mind had oiled up her bear-trap snatch splendidly!

The spell however between the two was broken momentarily; for at the end of the bar a man with a heavy-metal hairdo suddenly tossed his brown curly man-locks up at the ceiling. He whipped his lion's mane from side to side and let out a heartfelt roar of AAARRRRGGHHHHHH! Seeing this, Penelope ran her pint-sized ass down to the end of the bar and rang a brass bell over the tip jar with a loud KLANNGGG! as the bar patrons raised their glasses and cheered in celebration of the conclusion of another successful gloryhole "encounter!"

Two seconds later, the door opposite the "hair farmer" opened. An absolutely drunken but nonetheless famous starlet whom Brad recognized instantly emerged from the glory hole chamber behind the door; licking her lips and sucking a bit of salty ejaculate off her fingers. She then held her empty glass up with one hand and straightened out a set of wire bunny ears that she'd worn to the club that night in an effort to cultivate her cute public image. She made a drunken turn to the little barmaid a the bell yelling,

"PENELOPE!"

"Yeah girl?" the lovely little midget replied with her hands on her hips.

"WOOO HOOO! HOLY-SHIT! Get me another one of THESE DAMMIT," the bratty twenty-three year old replied waiving her empty glass at her, "I had my protein shake from that "Slash wannabee" over there; now I need some more o' this, and how about putting some booze innit this time!" She teetered unsteadily and caught herself as Penny snatched up her glass.

"You got it girl, one more coming right-up!" Penny said, deciding to secretly add a little Tequila this time to, "really insure her head ached tommorrow!"

Brad chuckled at the spectacle. Anika sniffed dismissively. She turned to Brad and whispered in his ear,

"It's a damned good thing she is a cash cow here for us; if you ask me she hasn't done anything worth seeing since she rode around naked on that wrecking ball!"

She then noticed Brad was now somewhat "distracted" and may not have caught the last of what she'd said. It seemed the woman beneath the glass was doing a remarkably fine job with that lovely mouth of hers (aided by the encouraging hand of Anika in her hair). It wouldn't be long now for Brad. Anika decided to stop talking simply seize the moment. She pressed her lips against his and hugged him close as the woman beneath the glass throat-shagged him rotten!

Brad now showed a bit more of that confidence that he'd impressed Anika with earlier. His hand reached through the slot on the other side of the gloryhole and found her hand wrapped around the pretty blonde's head that was sucking him with reckless abandon. He interlaced his fingers with Anika's. The two hands now found a torrid rhythm along with the woman in the chamber at which to "mouth-fuck" to! 

Brad's other hand groped down underneath Anika's dress and shot between her legs. She sucked in her breath through her nostrils as his fingers found her sex and flipped her starter button. She whined into his mouth as his fingers hit a pace and friction on her hooded-bean clit that she selfishly craved!

Over in her own anonymous little chamber, Annette was throat-wrestling with a big veiny cock of her own. Whoever the man was that she was sucking, he'd been dewing and releasing little traces of pre-cum for a couple of minutes now and Annette loved it! She cupped the balls that had been thrust through the hole along with that great cock and gave them a squeeze in an attempt to gauge things and see how far off they were. By the taste and feel, she decided it would not be long now!

Her own hand was a masturbatory whir of activity on her sex and clit now. Just like Shelby; once she'd been providing oral pleasure on a person for a while, her own sex would pulse and rush with blood; demanding a bit of diddling relief of some kind! Her hole was simply juicing freely now; happily wet at the expert hands of its mistress. A puddle had begun to build beneath her as she'd already brought herself off with her hand a few minutes before.

Now something "down there" was beginning to build for her again; not to mention in the tightening balls she squeezed, cupped and pulled at. Somewhere up above her in the mirror beyond her own reflection, she heard the unknown man moan like and gasp an audible OOOH GAWWWD! A second later she felt the salty hot rush of his semen as both balls emptied their contents into her throat. No novice to such things, she bared down hard; gulping and swallowing as the man above howled with mad joy! 




Bishop Takes Knight Ch. 03



This was all the kink she needed. There was a sensation not unlike an electric jolt that traveled up and down her body. Her fingers dug and frigged herself hard as her climactic scream of joy was gagged by the cock that continued to spray the back of her throat with salty hot brine.

She shuddered and released a torrent of piping-hot drippings that ran off the seat and onto the floor below her forming a piddle-puddle! A moment later she heard the KLAANG of the bell being rung followed by the cheers of an appreciative crowd of voyeurs. That for her...was the first cock and the first spurt. She would soon be ready for more!

Across the room Brad felt his balls finally signal they'd had enough. He screamed into Anika's mouth and the club's owner met his scream with that of her own back into his lips! A torrent of hot ball batter shot out of his cock and into the gullet of the ravenous blonde on the other side of the hole. Anika shuddered and dribbled her own hot brine onto Brad's fingers and down her legs. She raised her hand with a nod, gave thumbs up to the watchful Penelope; who spun around and rang the bell again KLANNNG! Again the crowd roared with approval and raised glasses! 

In a half minutes time, Shelby's shaven headed glory hole lothario was seized up by his own roaring climax. He wheezed and spasmed and let out a triumphant AAAGGHH! that resulted in yet another loud KLANGGGG! The crowd now shouted like spectators at a gladiatorial event and Shelby and Annette opened the doors to their chambers; not to leave, but instead to yell to Wendy that they needed a resupply in their empty glasses as an appreciative crowd of men applauded them!

Truth be told, Annette could have gone all night without the booze. Cum was her poison of choice. She was a total cum junkie who loved to gobble it, smell it, play with it, and lick it from simply ANYWHERE off another woman's body! Suffice to say she looked at condoms the same way some women looked at designer wine glasses and stemware. She'd even referred to spent condoms at orgies as "to-go" plate! To her, Anika's bar was a fine dining experience and Shelby, her lovely little acolyte was fast on her way to becoming a devoted fellow "foodie" with similar "appetites" and culinary interests!

Annette and Shelby stood up for a moment and curtseyed to the raucous crowd. There was never a more bizarre curtain call! Now they were ready for an encore. Wendy brought them fresh drinks and the two women disappeared down in their holes as two more men stepped up to the bar in front of them; ready to provide the women some glory-hole refreshments! 

Anika gave Brad one more kiss and then looked across the room; recognizing somebody. She waved frantically to a lady friend who hadn't seen her yet. She then turned back to Brad saying,

"That was a good strong cum I had with you on the end of your hand; I'll want the rest of you later. I'll be looking for you tomorrow at my party... don't be too hard to find!" She leaned forward and bit him playfully on his lower lip, tugging at it like a puppy on a shoelace before slapping him on his ass and trotting off to find her female friend. Brad watched her leave and zipped up. He now had a more pressing but quite common post-sexual problem. He had to piss.



Bishop Takes Knight Ch. 04



Brad looked about the club wondering where in the hell they kept the loo in the club. Certainly if they had every other bodily function going-on or being seen-to around here; logic would dictate there should be a place where you could go to the toilet nearby, or at least that's what you'd think! That was the nagging problem with all these oh so artsy type clubs because it was never obvious. You could find the bar; you could find three or four painted nude people standing perfectly still as performance art statues, but you were often hard-pressed however to find out where you could go and take a blasted piss when it was urgent! 

"Scuze me!" he shouted to Wendy the tall barmaid as she walked past, "Can you tell me where the loo is please?" 

"I'm on break now luv," she said, "follow me." They met at the end of the bar and the pair walked past the dancefloor. It was smaller than the floors outside in the rest of the club. This made it more crowded as well, but Brad noticed even less clothing was being worn. In the corners around tables, clubbers were paired off and participating in all manner and forms of sexual hijinks. 

The difference was no one seemed to be attempting to hide anything as opposed to the other side of the wall of secrecy; nothing was covert. This place however, didn't feel to him like the swing establishments he'd heard and read about. It was definitely all about the hookup and less about an organized setting for couples to come and party at. You came in and you danced. You stuck your cock in a hole and had it sucked, or stuck it in a wealthy lady on the dance-floor, or you shagged in a corner, or in the loo; you then moved on. Hummingbirds and butterflies probably executed more bloody foreplay. 

The two now arrived at the restrooms. The Ladies and Gentlemen signs apparently were just suggestions (at least that was the case in the men's room). As Brad stepped through the doorway he'd noticed that Wendy had not peeled yet off and headed to the girls room, (to his surprise he noticed out of the corner of his eye she was just of the back of his shoulder). His attention was immediately diverted to the urinals where in front of him howls of laughter had erupted amongst the male pissers. 

A woman had pulled up her dress and plopped her naked bum down on a urinal between two men; who could barely keep their piss streams going straight into their porcelain receptacles from all the drunken laughter. As the woman peed and emptied herself, she chatted with both the fellows and made drunken conversation; even allowing them to reach out and touch her bum. Definitely the boundaries in this establishment were more suggestions or "nice to know items!" 

Brad found a free urinal and took care of his business. The lady who'd been at the urinal had left with both of the lads on her arms and she'd been joined outside the entrance by a girlfriend of hers who'd been two meek and timid to come in with her to use the boys facilities. Brad was thinking about the surreal craziness of it all; having shaken off the last drop or two and he was in the process of zipping up to leave, when an arm shot out from a stall doorway to his right and he was pulled in. 

It was Wendy. She reached behind him and locked the door. She planted a kiss on his lips and smelled his breath and his neck and shoulders. Her nose got a whiff of his sweat mixed up with a bit of his cologne and Anika's perfume. It tickled her libido. She smiled and scolded him, 

"You were a very naughty boy going wee over there in the wall pisser when you could have come in here and kept me company. Now you've made me wait! She dropped her jeans down to the tops of her boots and quite unceremoniously brought his trousers down as well; she knew what she wanted - made no bones about it. 

Her ass plopped down on the toilet seat and she took a long hard steaming piss. As she did she immediately brought Brad's cock to a pair of lovely Nubian lips; sucking and throating him hard, like she'd skipped lunch and supper and was absolutely famished! Brad ran his hands through her long frizzy hair. She reminded him a bit of a cross between the old MTV hostess Downtown Julie Brown and the supermodel Iman. 

The truth was struck absolutely gob smacked by her features. She had beautiful high cheekbones and full lips that hugged his cock nicely as she nursed and milked his prick back into stout saliva-coated hardness. She had the long slender limbs of a Lladró statuette and he guessed that the camera must absolutely love her! He wondered what somebody this attractive was doing mixing drinks and pulling pints in a place like this. She should be walking down a runway in Milan or Paris by the looks of things. 

He chalked it up to that fact that her boss Anika liked beautiful and unusual people and she collected them to work in her club; much in the same way that some women collected cats. There was probably some interesting back story that had brought the gorgeous thirty something West Indian/Nubian goddess into this club to work as a barmaid; he just didn't need to know right now at the moment! He simply looked down into her hot knock 'em dead green eyes that simmered back up him as she continued to slurp him and allowed he allowed himself to enjoy the moment until she was done weeing. 

Wendy ran out of wee soon enough and she squeezed out the last few golden steamy bladder squirts. Deciding her tank to be empty, she then reached behind and flushed while tugging at his cock; testing it now for rigidity, and simply because she liked to wank a good stiff prick. She now stood up and stepped out of one boot and pant leg. Spinning around, she brought that lovely long naked gazelle leg up and placed a pretty bare foot upon the toilet seat. 

"Alright luv," she said, "I sucked on it while I emptied myself, now how about you putting your tongue to work down in back here?" She tugged her arse cheek apart and to the side with one hand; exposing a lovely steamy pussy and perky bottom-hole just waiting for a tongue's attentions. Brad wasted no time. He bent at the waist and his tongue found her pussy. He began to munch and nibble down there in the folds of her pink and purple lady-lotus; tasting and smelling the acrid notes pee (as she hadn't bothered to wipe and figured he'd be a gentleman take care of that little chore for her). It was only fair; after all - she'd taken care of a drop or two of his when she sucked him! 

He rooted around in her puss-hole like a dog who'd found something particularly exciting "hidden in the weeds," while she faced the back of the stall; making contented gasps yips and yelps. His tongue and lips found her rather largish clitoris; making her suck in her breath hard and she let out a desperate UUNNnnnnn UUUUuuunhhh! that echoed throughout the men's room. A couple of men standing at the urinals laughed and applauded; not that Brad nor Wendy gave one steaming shit now! 

His tongue now swirled around her anus, rimming the cute rude little crater and Wendy sighed and with both hands pulled her bum cheeks apart give him better access. She jutted her lovely bum back and pushed herself upon the tongue; alternately biting her lip and giggling softly as the wicked tickles upon her little purple poo-crinkle lit up her brain with excitement. She frigged her clit and let him bum-munch for a minute or more until she was ready for his cock. 

"Stick it in Brad," she sighed in a covert whisper, "I'm soooo ready!" He straightened up and brought the mushroom of his cock-head at the entrance to her puss-hole. He was already leaking pre-cum from the end of his knob and she was already damp with dewy anticipation. She pushed back against him and her sex-hole opened for what it was starving for; stiff rude cock. With no trouble at all he eased in up inside her as she let out a contented and excited whisper of OOOOooooohh Yeeaahhhhh! 

They rutted and fucked for several minutes like that; Wendy with her pretty bare foot up on the toilet seat, and Brad inside her balls-deep. The sounds of toilets and urinals flushing all around them seemed to cheer them on; urging them to proceed with their toilet stall fuck and not giving a damn about anyone else in the room. Wendy's hand strummed and plucked at her cherry-sized clit beneath its hood and her sex juiced freely as she reveled in the lovely stretching she was getting. At some point late in the rutting, Brad reached up and under her black designer t-shirt to tweak and pinch at a pair of black-olive nipples. That was all Wendy needed. 

AAAAARRRRAAAGGHH OOOOOHHHHH! she screamed and her puss piddled a generous summer rain-splatter all over Brad's thrusting cock and balls before dripping on the commode and floor below! Her first quaking scream was followed by another just a few seconds after and she dropped her foot from the seat and plant it flat on the piddle soaked tiles of the floor for stability. Brad released her swollen nips and his hands gripped both her hips to fuck her hard and proper! His balls shuddered and blew. A split-second later he howled in happy triumph as his cock spunked thick clotted chunks of cum up into Wendy's warm wet-hole! 

A loud applause and riotous chorus of cheers broke out on the other side of the stall door and Brad and Wendy giggled and snickered as they got their clothes back on. When they popped open the door they were greeted by happy smiling faces of both male and female "restroom goers" who looked upon them with a mix of appreciation and back-slapping kudos! The two bashfully returned the smiles to the crowd and looking down at their shoes, quickly exited the loo. Wendy then pulled Brad up for quick snog on the lips. 

"That was brilliant luv!" she said, "my break is over. Gotta get back to work. I'll set up with a drink at the bar. Alright if we see one another again sometime (and this time with only me, you and some clean sheets wif a towel underneath)?" 

"I should hope so," he said before pulling her back into him for a powerful kiss that crushed his lips into hers; just so she'd go to bed late that night remembering what he smelled and tasted like! 

They returned to the bar and she set him up with another two fingers and a drop of water. The other glory holes at the counter were occupied so he nursed his drink at an empty booth. It didn't matter to him; just like the compartment in front of him, his balls were completely empty as well. That was a temporary condition for both! 

Across the bar Annette and Shelby had been knocking down men like nine-pins in their individual suck stalls. In the time that it had taken Brad to empty both his bladder and balls in the loo with Wendy the two glory hole enthusiasts had been quite "prolific." Shelby had managed to throat two fortunate fellows to climax and Annette was one "lucky lad ahead" of the girl with three blokes blown! 

While plowing Wendy's furrow, Brad had thought he'd heard the brass bell go KLANGGG! a few times and he suspected that he knew "for whom the bell tolled!" As he stood sipping his drink, Penelope the nugget sized nympho, walked down the bar and related the story to him; conforming his suspicions! He smiled into his drink and listened as she finished giving him all the lurid details. 

Across the bar, Annette and Shelby had built up a bit of a queue at their booths and both Penelope and Brad studied the spectacle with interest while they chatted. Penny turned to him after marveling at the line of patiently waiting gentlemen and smirked. Word had apparently "got around" it seems of the quality head to be had in those holes! 

"Hope you're not lookin' to be getting home early luv!" she said to him shaking her head. 

"No," he answered, "here for the long haul." 

"Speaking of long things," Penelope said looking down at his crotch, "over at the taps, Wendy told me about the luvely proper shaggin' she got from you. One of the blokes who was taking a piss in there spoke about it too, well the bird on his arm told most of the story. You n' Wendy made quite an impression I think!" 

"Is that so?" he said smiling at her as the tiny little tart looked down at him from her perch up on the bar. 

"It is," she beamed, "and you know what else?" He shook his head. She deliberately fell forward off the bar and onto his neck in a cuddly kinky koala hug; biting him on the neck. She pulled from him a split second later and studied his eyes saying, 

"I think you've never had the tiny tail of a hot horny hobbit in heat, now have you luv?" She wrinkled her nose at him as she made the offer and stroked his hair with her tiny hand. 

"You'd be correct," he answered. 

"I just went on break a minute ago luv," she said tweaking his nose with one hand as he set her back up on the bar to sit before him, "soooo does a naughty boy like you fancy perhaps something a bit... different?" She leaned forward and bit his chin while tweaking that nose of his nose again. He in the back of his mind he thought, I've been having 'different' all night. What's one more thing? but his words came out with, 

"Different would be lovely Penny!" He was always the gentleman. 

"OH! I thought you'd be good for it!" she shouted happily hopping to her feet on the bar top and running to the end of the bar and down a small flight of steps. She ran back to him, practically skipping like a happy schoolgirl instead of a thirty-five year old little-person with ravenous appetite for large cocks. She shouted over the bar to him, 

"Do you have your cell phone with you luv?" 

"I do," he shouted back over the noise. She took his number and she called him on her phone. 

"Alright love," she said over her cell," I won't be able to see you once I go in, but I'll be able to see the required bits of you; if you take my meaning!" With that she ducked in under the bar and closed the door behind her. He could see her plainly down inside the booth. 

"Alright luv," she said over the phone, "are you still there?" 

"Of course I am," he said looking through the glass, "I am looking right at you!" 

"Wicked," she said back to him as she pushed the plush swivel chair closer to the hole after adjust the height to where it needed to be," now you get that pretty cock run out n' through the hole, I'll take care o' the rest!" He had a problem. He'd just cum, and cum hard. 

He'd unbuckled his pants and his cock was out but he'd need some help. He figured he could get his long flaccid noodle through the hole, but she'd really have to go to town on it to get him solid again in such short order (no pun intended). It was then he looked down into the glass and got a bit of a surprise. 

Penelope, the massive mammary blessed midget MILF of the bar had her big tits out and was pulling her bustier off as well. Next her skirt, knickers, and shoes came off until she was sitting on her knees in the seat; like a lusty lady leprechaun nudist and just raring to go! 

She was strange but in an enticing way; diminutive but with very large breasts on a tiny dwarven frame. Her blue eyes appeared large and her pretty slender face was perfectly framed by blonde curly hair that cascaded down to her shoulders. He could never again watch the Wizard of Oz and not be moved in a "special way." 

Yes...that image of Penny naked in the booth before him put a twitch in his cock and balls and as he wanked himself while looking down at her through the glass he felt blood return to his loins. He wasn't completely hard yet but kink and the novelty of it all were just what he needed to get things started. He leaned close up to the bar, dropped his still limp cock through the hole and Penelope, the big boobed biscuit sized barmaid began to provide him with her famous "hobbit-hummer!" 

Brad forgot his fucking drink and just let himself enjoy the wicked kinky "different" of it! In no-time Penelope had sucked him to something substantially stiff and rigid; just like a nugget sized necromancer she'd raised his cock from the dead! She now wobbled it back and forth in her little hands like a rubber sex toy; hitting herself in the face and lips with it to make him harder and at the same time relishing the tactile pleasure and feel of a large cock slap across her face! 

Soon she ceased sucking and playing "cricket with her face" games as she had in mind another "popping crease" where she wished to put that stiff bat of his to good use. She turned around standing in the chair and jutted her tiny but delectable bum up to his cock protruding from the hole. She snatched up her phone and gestured for him ot do the same. 

"You still there luv?" she asked. 

"Still here Penny!" he answered. 

"Good," she said, "push it in me." 

"WHAT?" he asked, suddenly looking at his size relative to that hers and wondering if this had been such a fine idea after all. The garage looked a bit "snug" to park in for him! 

"PUSH.. YOUR.. COCK.. IN..ME!" she said slowly and plainly. She then decided that talking him through it might be in order. 

"Look luv," she said patiently, "this may be your first time with somebody my size but let's remind you of one thing, I am thirty-five years old and you're not going hurt me. I like big cocks, and I got to liking them through trial and error! Now let's have a go, right?" 

 "Right," he said. He set his phone down on the bar and put his arms through the slots; grabbing the lovely little MILF-midget by the hips, and pulling her onto his massive member. He felt her shudder as the head of his cock stretched the mouth to her snug cunt-hole and breeched its way through! Apparently those months he'd spent at a job parking cars had paid off. He pulled one arm from the slots and seized up his phone, 

"Penny are you alright?" 

"AAAGHH OOOhhh Yes! Never better... it hurt a bit when it pushed inside but I'm doing lovely down here now. Shall we start?" 

"Ok," he said, "I'll stay her on the phone and fuck you one handed." 

"That will be fine luv," she panted, "do a good job on me and sometime you can fuck me two-handed back at my flat with that wicked girl Shelby joining in!" He didn't reply but her offer sounded scrumptious. Anyhow, he just began to fuck...the tall well-endowed man and the diminutive sex crazed midget lady; through a hole in a bar, and with a one-way mirror between them. Kink was floating in the atmosphere around them like cigar smoke! 

He pushed up inside until her found his cock-tip striking the end of her tunnel; the limit of his advance. He was like draft-horse that had mounted a Shetland pony mare in heat for a good stout breeding. On the end of his cock, Penelope shuddered with joy and urged him to strrrrretch her; ever so forcefully! She nodded her head emphatically; shouting into her phone with, 

"OOOHH YEESSSS!That's it dearie! You're doin fine luv. Keep it...UUUNGGGH... keep it up! ...OH YES THAT'S WICKED! AAAAAGGGHHH! DO IT JUST FUCKIN LIKE THAT YOU LOVELY BASTARD!"  

Brad and Penelope kept up the pace and the force of their rutting fuck. Although he could not split her quim "balls-deep," he most certainly could enjoy how wonderfully tight she was and the visual novelty of it all sent his blood racing! The two fucked on and on for several minutes until an inspired Penny seized up her phone and suggested another absolutely wicked idea! 

"Ever wanted to split a hobbit up her hiney luv?" 

"No but now that you mention it..." he said. His answer was cut short as Penny spun around and gave him a good sloppy throating; coating his cock with copious quantities of spittle needed for what she wanted for him to do! 




Bishop Takes Knight Ch. 04



She pulled away from his cock and raised the chair more. She repositioned. She lay now in the chair with her legs apart and her arse slightly raised. Up came her phone. 

"Steer it," she said, "...in my bum!" As she said this, the mushroom head of his cock pushed against the pink puckered aperture of her anus. Penny bit her lip and blew out all her air from her lungs through her nose. Brad pulled her onto his shaft-head at the notch of her anus. With a grunt from him and a yelp from her, his cockhead found its way through the tight vice-grip squeeze of her sphincter. Penny cried out with a yell of OHHH HOOOOHHHHH! HAWWWWW!! and Brad paused to let her accommodate. Up came her phone again after a few seconds. 

"It's good luv," she said, "not my first time with a big one back there either. Dex is running around in the club someplace and he'd split me with that big log o' his plenty of times, now let's go!" And "go" they did! Brad plunged in about halfway up his shaft as Penelope's poor pint sized pooper was pierced by proud pounding prick! 

A couple of minutes into this and Wendy stepped over to the bar in front of Brad to see if she could freshen up his drink. When she did she looked down at the counter and her eyes went wide with disbelief. Her chin dropped to the floor and she had to catch her breath as she watched her thimble sized sidekick getting a good stiff rectal rogering ...and was thoroughly loving it! 

"GO PENNY! GET SOME GIRL!" she shouted down through the glass. 

"Is that Wendy up there?" Penelope asked Brad over the phone. 

"It is," he answered, "care to speak to her so I can use both hands luv?" 

"Oooh! I don't just like the way you fuck boy... I like the way you think! Put her on." He handed the phone to Wendy and reached into the chamber through the other arm slot. Now he could hold the little hobbit harlot by her hips and just saw his cock properly back and forth through her bumhole! 

"How you doin' up there Wendy?" Penny asked. 

"Not as good as you're doin' down there from the looks of things! How do you like him?" 

"OOOOH! You were spot-on girl! He's absolutely wicked!" Penny agreed. 

"Can I get you anything?" 

"Well," Penny thought out loud, "I'm on my break. Three shots of tequila over here would be lovely; two for me and one for him she said pointing at Brad up through the glass." 

"Alright dearie, hold tight!" Wendy told her. 

"I can't help but 'hold tight' he has a cock like a ruddy donkey and its up my bum!" Penelope said laughing at her own joke. 

Wendy set the phone down and headed over to fetch three shot glasses. As she did, she saw two more men over at Annette and Shelby's "suck station" begin tossing their heads and howling like they were being exquisitely tortured. Both lads let out their roars of AAAAGGGHHH! and AAAAHHHH! about three seconds apart from each other and each raised their drinks and clinked them together in a toast to the two women below who'd just completely sucked them dry! 

Annette and Shelby emerged triumphantly and from their glory-hole chambers once more. The two spoke to each other briefly and then Annette made a slashing motion across her throat to the queue of men at both booths; indicating that she and Shelby had both had their fill. A second later Wendy rang the bell with a KLANGGGG! in their honor. A disappointed groan rose up from the fellows in the queue who then were obliged to take their cocks to other holes along the bar as Annette and Shelby waived graciously to from the rest of the cheering patrons. 

Wendy returned with the three tequila shots and passed one to Brad. She opened the door to Penelope's hobbit hole and passed the other two shots to her fellow barmaid. Penny thanked her and she shut the door. 

"Who ordered this?" Brad asked. Wendy pointed down through the glass to Penelope who was already preparing to make "down the hatch" with her first shot. Brad picked up the phone and thanked her; proper gentleman that he was. She told him not to mention it and just keep fucking! 

By this time Annette and Shelby had come over to Wendy's side to order new drinks and see what all the controversy was. They arrived at the edge of the counter... looked down...and let out a surprised squeal together; erupting in hysterical laughter! Annette looked at Brad and then back down to Penelope who was being split up her hiney in an excruciatingly wonderful ass fuck that suddenly made Annette remember how nicely Brad had stretched her "back there" just a few hours previously! 

Annette Shelby and Wendy now stared down through the glass transfixed; as if they were three deer caught in the headlamps of a car. It was then Anika returned; fresh from a bit of socializing. She noticed that everyone was standing around Brad's corner of the bar. She walked up to them and asked, 

"By any chance has anyone seen Penelope?" 

"She is on break at the moment," Brad replied trying to keep a straight face after seeing Anika had yet to look down. 

"Oh well," Anika replied, "no matter then." The other three women looked at her wondering when Anika would "see it." Brad couldn't resist the temptation and turned to the club's owner saying,  

"She's right here on the phone if you'd like to speak to her?" Anika that she would and Brad then turned to his phone saying, 

"Penny darling, your boss Anika is here. I'm going to put her on." He handed her the phone; making a supreme effort not to laugh. 

"Penelope dear," Anika said casually, "you are on break?" 

"Yes Anni," the naughty little midget replied from just below her. 

"Oh well, I'll talk to you about the re-stock for the bar later," Anika said still staring around the bar, "Where are you darling?" 

"Anni," Penelope said getting a mischievous little smile across her face. 

"Yes Penny?" 

"Look down please dear!" Penny said picking up the second shot of tequila. 

Anika dropped her eyes down to the bar and then stepped forward a bit to see better. Her mouth became an "O" and just like all the women before her; she sucked in a gasp! Looking up at her was Penelope, the horniest smiling she-hobbit in London; naked as the day she was born! She was toasting her boss with one hand and masturbating herself rotten with the other ...all while Brad's cock continued to fuck and stretch her bottom with lovely rude efficiency! 

"THIS IS WHERE I'M AT ANNI!" Penny exclaimed as Anika let out a surprised shriek and the four women above the bar erupted in howls laughter! Bawdy comments now flew as Brad and Penny fucked before them. 

"PENNY!" Anika shouted into the phone pretending to be hurt and jealous in-between uncontrollable fits of laughter, "how could you? I wanted him first!" 

"But boss," Penny pleaded coquettishly batting her eyes up at her own reflection in the ceiling, "you only said WHEN I could have my break, not HOW!" With that she downed her shot of tequila and playfully stuck out her tongue at Anika before setting down her phone; returning back to the task of fiddling at her clit and sex-hole. It was a party now! 

The four women above the bar began to catcall and shout encouragement as Brad plowed in and out of Penny's already well-reamed asshole! The catcalls became cheers, the cheers became a chant of GO! GO! GO! GO! Several curious bar patrons; both male and female, began to crowd in and join the chant upon seeing Brad and the the Hershey Highway hijinks of the horny harlot hobbit! Annette's attention now shifted fully to Brad. 

He'd done well tonight. She'd made him jealous on the floor and he'd shrugged it off half a tick later. The fact that he'd been jealous made both her clit and ego twitch a bit. The fact that he'd looked for her face on the dancefloor (not paying attention hardly to the much younger Shelby bouncing upon his cock) had made both clit and ego throb with blood and satisfaction! The fact that he hadn't been a possessive jerk when she'd paired up with all those men tonight said something too. He hadn't moped around like a Sad Sack; he'd gotten it on with multiple women in the place to include her old friend Anni. He was confident and secure with himself and that made her HORNY AS HELL FOR HIM! 

Annette trotted around to the other side of the bar. Brad saw her and turned to speak but was cut-short as Annette's hands seized his face. She pulled it to hers and her mouth covered his in a deep lip mashing snog as he continued to fuck and plow Penelope's arsehole hard! She pulled herself off his mouth and looked him straight in the eyes; lust etched all over her face, 

"FUCK HER SILLY BRAD!" she seethed happily through gritted teeth while grabbing the hair on the back of his head and tugging at it! The cheers of GO! GO! GO! GO! from the crowd were deafening now. For Penelope down in the glass booth, the sound was the ultimate turn-on and she felt her orgasm swell up through her core. Her naughty little hand became a self-frigging blur upon her sex and she screamed as her climax became imminent; her anus contracting and squeezing Brad's cock as her fever rose! 

Brad felt Penny's ass constrict and the sensation put him to just a few strokes away from blowing his load. Penny's clit now was a throbbing hooded mass of potential energy just waiting to be tripped and released. She now mashed several fingers into her cunt-hole, aiming straight for her grape-sized g-spot; the other hand wanked her clit as the blonde haired dwarf-vixen screamed for relief! There was one thing more she needed! Shelby, always eager to help and who was familiar with Penelope's particular kinks, quirks, and cravings; knew exactly what to do! 

Penny's blonde curly head shook from side to side as the sensations became overwhelmingly wonderful. She wanted to bring her hands up to tweak and pinch her large round swollen titties but she didn't wish to take her hands away from the urgent work they were doing at her crotch (and she definitely didn't want Brad to change a SINGLE thing HE was doing)! 

Suddenly Penny felt fresh air swirl behind her. There was another person in the booth with her - but who? A split second later she recognized the ring on Shelby's hand as two naughty sets of fingers came from around the back of the seat to pinch and tweak and twist at her torridly tortured titties! That was all she needed. 

WAAAHHHHHHHH! AAAAAGGGHHH! screamed Penelope as her orgasm tore through her body; sending a generous splatter of droplets up onto the glass above her! Brad's balls detonated and his cock spunked hard; hurling great jets of hot salty cum deep into Penny's well buggered bum-hole! The two anal-rutters shook and howled and came as the crowd around them roared with approval! Shelby's mouth found Penelope's and Annette's mouth found Brad's as the orgasms kept cumming and cumming until they slowly subsided between the two triumphant glory hole fuckers! 

When all was done Brad carefully extracted himself; first from Penny and then from the glory-hole, (which now required a good mopping and some window washing fluid). Annette held his arms high for the crowd as if he were a victorious gladiator who'd taken on all comers and won glory in the arena! The crowd ate it up and the applause managed to drown out even the very house music of the club! 

Penelope emerged from her compartment; held aloft by Shelby who set her up on the bar for a loud standing ovation by the crowd! The naked MILF midget curtseyed, then ran down the top of the bar; high-fiving patrons to either side until she reached the end of the horseshoe counter. She seized the bell in both of her mighty she-dwarf hands and rang it hard with a KLAANNNNG! KLANNNGG! KLANNGGG! as cheers and the applause shook the very ceiling (and probably made the Chinese buffet diners two floors up wonder what all the bloody noise was)! 

Annette threw her arms around Brad and kissed him again. Shelby, the pretty pansexual pixie in the trio vaulted over the bar and joined the two on the other side. She hopped in the middle of the embrace and the three enjoyed a horny post orgasmic threeway-kiss-cuddle! 

"So what are you three up to now?" asked Anika who joined the trio after taking the long way around the bar to get to them. 

"I'm taking these two cubs home for a fuck and some sleep," Annette said, "I'm soaking wet from head to toe and I couldn't swallow another load!" 

"Awwwww spoil sport," Anika chided, "suit yourself. Don't forget I'm taking the night off tomorrow and having Dmitri run the club for me. You'll remember you have an invitation for a private party at my place, yes? Wendy and Penelope will be there mixing drinks for it!" 

"I wouldn't miss it for the world dear!" Annette replied. 

"Just don't forget to bring your two cubs," Anika reminded her, "I still want a crack at Brad, and Shelby of course is always a hit at my parties!" 

"Oh they'll be there," Annette said hugging the cubs close, "I'll have them well rested, washed, and ready to fuck! I'm not letting them go home tomorrow." Anika finished her goodbyes to the three and got back to running her club. A minute later Wendy and a fully clothed Penelope ran up to the trio to pass out hugs, snogs, and goodbyes as Shelby (who'd finally snatched her sunglasses back from Penny), phoned Anthony at the limousine. 

The ride back to the flat didn't take long. The traffic wasn't heavy by then. In the basement garage Annette sent the cubs up to the flat in the lift as she had to make some coordination's with Anthony. 

"Coordination's?" Brad asked Shelby as they rode up the lift alone. 

"Tony should have been off at seven o'clock," Shelby said, "Annette is down in the limo blowing and fucking him!" 

"Well," Brad observed, "he's most certainly GETTING OFF now." There was a shared chuckle as the doors to the lift separated for the two. Shelby fiddled with the key card and popped open the entrance to the flat. 

Annette arrived up the lift at the flat a short time later. She opened the door and noticed the whole place was awash in darkness; save light from the street below that seeped in through the blinds. She stepped across the front room; throwing her purse on the counter and she stepped down the hall. Under the door to the master bedroom there was at least one light on. She opened the door and entered. Finding no one there she shrugged and stepped into the loo for a tinkle. She wasn't concerned at all and after club horseplay intrigued her; no need to cry out like she was a fraidy-cat in a bad suspense film, Shelby would come to her. 

A flush of the loo later and she stood; pulling off her dress and throwing it on a dresser along with her thong (which had been stuffed down in her clutch purse ever since the dance-floor). She stepped back into the bedroom just as Shelby flew through the air at her; having leapt from behind her out of the balcony curtains where she'd been hiding. It was an old trick of hers but Annette loved playing this little bit of sexual peekaboo; it was one of the "games" the two shared...and those two played many many games if you haven't already guessed! 

Shelby; naughty little cub that she was, had landed buck-naked on Annette's back and knocked her momentarily off balance. The girl clung to her shoulders and gripped her waist with her legs; growling and gnawing at her like sexual wildcat that had just surprised its prey. Annette; unflappable as always (and the resourceful alpha female), spun herself around quickly and fell backwards on the bed giggling. Shelby lost her grip on her boss as they hit the mattress and Annette saw advantage. Still giggling now as "it was very-much ON," Annette reversed and pinned her naughty pouncing Pixie ; who squeaked and protested as Annette held her momentarily (kissing her body and giggling with the girl whose whimpers and protests were halfhearted at best)! 

Shelby kicked her naughty little legs and managed a reversal of her own; only to have Annette anticipate the move with a counter-stroke. Shelby enjoyed only a moment on top before the alpha she-wolf pulled her down underneath for more kisses, giggles, and humps of her aroused clitoris against the young girls frame; just to remind her who was boss! Naked wrestling always turned Annette on and with a lithe sinewy young hell-cat like Shelby...it was all the better! The two struggled and mewed like two furies testing each other's metal until Shelby decided a little bit of dirty pool was called for to break the deadlock. She pretended to relax... and then she tickled her. 

YEEOOOAAAGHHH! howled Annette who swore like a sailor on shore-leave at the foul trickery of the girl! She lost her pin upon the young girl and Shelby reversed again. She now was atop Annette; tickling her ribs and tweaking her boss's nipples while she shrieked and sought to grapple for the girl's wrists to control of her hands. The two flipped-over and over-again on the king-sized bed as the hall door cracked a sliver. An observer in the darkness watched them both; not Brad, but the maid who watched intently while a solitary finger danced and frigged upon her naked clit. 

Annette and Shelby now both attempted to control each other's wrists as grips were gained and lost and the two nude female combatants tried to overpower each other in a lurid display of speed, agility, and Sapphic strength! The struggle led to both women coming up to their knee's on the bed in a frantic giggling mewing series of arm locks and attempts to grab the knee of the other woman. At last the conjoined pair made it to their feet on the bed; in a frantic standing grapple above the bouncy mattress. 

By now Annette had decided enough was enough. Using her height strength and guile to maximum advantage, she knelt for a split second and caught Shelby's knee. Shelby howled with terror as Annette then swung the naked girl up high and threw the giggling little trouble-maker to the mattress. She then fell on her and pinned her heavily in a sixty-nine position. From the doorway, the maid's eyes blinked with excitement and her finger feverishly strummed her clitoris which was now swollen to the size of a pencil eraser. 

"SAY GIVE!" shouted Annette in-between giggles as she held the girls two wrists under her own pixie bum and crossed them so she'd have the least use of them. Two kicks of the girl's legs to no avail and two humps of her pelvis without toppling Annette told Shelby it was no use. She threw in the towel. 

"GIVE!" shouted Shelby in-between giggles and kisses of her boss's thighs. Both women were quite warm and moist from the experience. From her place of observation behind the door, so was the maid! 

"Eat my pussy!" Annette commanded from her superior position atop her pet pixie and she dropped her haunches down on Shelby's face for emphasis. Shelby began to feed at the lovely pink lotus blossom of Annette's labia; running her tongue in and out of the lovely truffle scented petals and then down to the hooded pink pearl of her clit. Annette let out a heartfelt moan from deep inside her core that went out through her nose in an expression of exquisite contentment! She released the girl's wrists; opened the girl's legs... and in a wonderfully tender sixty-nine, the two women made love. 

Lovely little Shelby's pussy was the perfect dessert for her after a night of all those strange unfamiliar cocks spunking and spewing into both her ends. "Too much of a good salty thing? Well ...perhaps!" Annette thought with a chuckle to herself but she loved having that "eaten too much ice-cream" feeling in her belly and her jaw didn't hurt THAT much either! She absolutely adored that well-fucked pussy sensation from being stretched anonymously on the dancefloor so many times. True... she knew Dexter but those other fellows were definitely new faces ...and new cocks! 




Bishop Takes Knight Ch. 04



She now let all their spunk dribble out of her pussy onto that lapping cat-tongue of Shelby, who went to work like a frisky little feline at a salty saucer of milk. The little minx loved the taste of "strange" from her mistresses' pussy; by no means was any of the wrestling, the grappling, or the "punishment" really punishment! The two dined. The door cracked a little more, and the maid's finger feverishly wanked at her own clit. 

Annette now heard the door open slightly. She knew the jig was up and said it was alright for Brad to come in. She'd be done with Shelby momentarily and then she'd have him plow her straight into dreamland. It was therefore no small surprise for Annette when the maid stepped into the room and set one bare foot up on a chair to jill her clit vigorously while watching her boss and Shelby with unblinking eyes and flaring nostrils. 

This was not the first time of this for her. Annette and her maid had a "special working arrangement" just like her chauffeur Anthony - you always need to take care of people! The thing was where in the HELL was BRAD? 

"Ok sweetie," she called to the balcony, "come on in. We want you to play too so we can all get tired and sleep." Nobody responded. 

"Ok handsome," she called again, "come out of the closet. Quit fucking around so that we can start fucking around!" Nothing. 

"Ok Brad," she said, "where are you? I'm wet and I want you!" She did it. She'd indicated she wanted him. She'd played the aloof cum-slut all night but now... she wanted him and there was a bit of insecurity in her voice that he might not be there in the flat. It was foolishness of course but she'd shown a chink in her armor with a slight quiver in her voice when she'd called him out, (and he picked up on it). He knew she needed him... she could fuck every cock on both sides of the Thames but at the end of the night...she'd need him and he was fine with that. Check and mate. 

The door to the loo opened and Brad stepped out. He sported a massive veiny well-greased erection in his hand and a determined look on his face. He'd been hiding in the shower, watching her wee in the loo; seeing her pee and then waiting until the commotion had ceased in the next room, and the holler of "GIVE" had been announced. He'd then fumbled silently in the medicine cabinet until he found a tube of white grease and slicked up his cock; all while spying from the door into the reflection of the sink mirror which had a view of the bed. It helped that Annette had not shut that door. 

Shelby now wrapped arms around Annette's thighs and held them fast. She continued to give the boss's pussy licks and gobbles but now she watched intently as Brad and the maid strode over to the bed. Both the maid and Shelby spread Annette's ass cheeks apart wide until they looked like semi-flattened hills as Brad mounted the bed, knelt, and put the mushroom head of his cock to Annette's asshole! 

Annette's jaw fell open as Brad pushed the greasy knob up to her pink ring of flesh and gained immediate entry; sliding deep up inside her rear-chute in one go, almost up to the balls! The suddenness of it all surprised her. She'd been fucked by him before but this time he was so very well-greased there'd been little against it. Still it felt as though she'd sat down on a big fleshy fire-extinguisher that had lodged up inside her and when she caught her breath she let out a yell of OOOHHHHHH AAAGGGH! 

Pleasure and pain; her favorite bedtime companions, danced a tango in her head until the two decided that pleasure should lead. Her clit now pulsed and throbbed in Shelby's mouth and Annette once again knew she'd chosen wisely with both of her cubs! She turned her head slightly and told Brad to fuck her. Brad seized her by the hips and the fuck commenced; deep inside her, feeling like he was striking her very core with every greased veiny thrust! 

The maid now moved to Brad's side, rubbing his balls and kissing him on the neck while fingering her own clit in a wicked self-frig. Brad kissed her. He then pointed to Annette's back, 

"Like we told you," he said and the maid began a slow exquisite deep tissue massage of her bosses' back shoulders and bum while Brad fucked her ass and Shelby licked the last bits of cum from Annette's now sopping wet pussy. Annette screamed with delight and buried her face in Shelby's quim. 

In five minutes time their combined excitement came to a big exquisite head for them and each was in need of release. The "burn" that Annette had set in place by attempting to make Brad jealous was most definitely there. It had been there for several hours; smoldering in Brads loins and wanting her. Now it had her; it had her by both hips and would not let go. She didn't wish for it to let go! 

Annette and Shelby felt the onset of their shudders at the same time; Shelby popping her cute little cork first with a spasm and dewy spritz on Annette's tongue. Annette was a few seconds later but aided on by the other three other people in the room it was going to be a BIG one. She figured it too bad if everyone else present had not brought EARPLUGS! 

EEEEEEYYYAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHH! Annette screamed in a joyful cry of tremendous release; her brine splashing down out of her cunt in multiple streams into Shelby's mouth and over the girls chin! The maid figured it was all just as well; the sheets were due for a change tomorrow anyway. 

Brad felt his balls surge and blow their contents. He screamed a shuddering AAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHH OOOHHH HHAAAAAHHH in a violent man-gasm that sent hot cum deep into Annette's insides; turning her bum into more or less a happy contented pastry that was absolutely filled and spilling over with marvelous "Brad-butter." He fell over on his side next to Annette as the maid now frigged herself into a shuddering cum-gasm of her own and fell wheezing and gasping to the other side of her boss. The burn had taken its course and it had done so deliciously for them! 

In the aftermath of it all, Annette shifted her weight and lifted her feather lite form from off from Shelby. The little pixie paired off with the maid at one end of the bed and soon the two were kissing, diddling and generally giving each other a lovely little sleeping pill in the early hours of Saturday morning. Annette rolled over and tossed a leg over Brad who was wide awake and looking at the ceiling in a state of happy contentment. 

"Your verdict?" he said looking at the ceiling for a moment and then directly into her eyes. 

"You did very well on your first night out. I'm extremely pleased! I also love the fact that you're a big boy who is not all possessive despite the fact that you want me. You let me have my way and play with others (as it should be); after all... you know by now I'm a total cum slut!" She giggled and then she reminded him, 

"but you also know those other girls that you fuck will only make me wish to mark my territory all over you when the night is done, and if you keep up the attitude you've shown ...you'll have me at the end of the night! You're a real man; a man who is secure in himself and I find that so fucking hot!" 

She sniffed his neck and smelled his sweat. It had mixed with his cologne, mixed with the perfume of all those other women, and now mixed with her. It made her heart skip a beat for a second. She kissed down his body and found his cock, smelling both her, (and every other woman he'd fucked that night). It made her ravenous and she drew him into her mouth for a nice pleasing post-fuck suck for both of them. She pulled up and looked into his eyes, 

"Oh yes," she said looking up at him and feeling him starting to become hard in her hand, "you'll most definitely have me at the end of the night!" He didn't wait. He reached down and pulled her up to him and kissed her hard. He rolled over atop her and entered her cunt; splaying her legs apart with his hips and knees. She whined and moaned with pleasure as he fucked her hard, erasing any trace that another man had even been there that evening; either in her cunt or in her mind! 

They made love once more, they made one-another cum, and in more than just a mere sleeping pill fuck; they made one another content and happy! He rolled off her and she then rolled halfway onto him. For more than a minute they listened to the happy sips of air through the noses of Shelby and the maid. Annette pulled herself up to his mouth and the two kissed. 

Her head lay on his shoulder and she watched him and marveled. He was like this strange mythical beast that existed only in stories; good-looking, intelligent, strong, confident, and she'd found him! He was also just what the doctor ordered for this life of hers. If she wanted to grab all out of that life that she could (to include feeding her all sexual appetites too numerous to fit on this page), then HE was the right man to ensure that happened for her -and with her! Sweet epiphany. 

She tried to stay awake a bit longer; just watching him drift off. It didn't work. Sleep enveloped both of them in seconds as Annette sank into a warm blanket of happiness with his arm around her; her head atop his chest. It was good. Morning would be here soon and with it; their "tomorrow" would be here soon as well (with all its possibilities). 

Tomorrow night they'd be out again at Anika's party. It didn't matter at the moment however; now there was only black blissful contentment of unconsciousness. Ironically there was no victory for her with the evening's events; she hadn't won him as she thought. There was something better; an equal, and with any equal you don't win...you meet a like-minded match and continue to play together. 

Yes, Bishop had taken Knight in the early hours of the game... but as the game played out he'd shown her his metal and the true content of his character. In the end as she slept on his chest, Knight had taken Bishop; queen traps king...king takes queen. Check and mate. More games would follow. 

Sleep tight readers!