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Part 5
“Jean, close your eyes and don’t open them until I tell you.”
Jean raised an eyebrow. She was almost certain she knew what Alistair was going to do, but she didn’t like going blindly into something. Wishing Alistair was Lionel for what seemed like the hundredth time that evening, she nodded her agreement and closed her eyes.
Alistair smiled gleefully, happy that his plan was working so wonderfully. Of course, he is Alistair Deacon, why wouldn’t his plan work wonderfully? His ego knew that he was going to get what he wanted on this night, and his cock was happy to respond to the pleasurable thoughts going through his mind as he lead Jean onto the lift which would take them to their room.
Jean heard the bells of the lift, and knew that she’d been right. Alistair was skipping dinner and going straight for his dessert…now if only his dessert didn’t disappear before he got a taste. Even though she had let him fondle her pussy in the limo, she still wasn’t sure if she could actually let the young publisher bury his cock inside her. Right now, all she wanted was Lionel. His smile, his softly spoken murmurs of his love for her and how he’d missed her all those years they had been apart, his warm embrace that held her close to his body, his smell…just the comfort he gave her.
Alistair, not really paying attention to much of anything except his cock and getting them to their room so he could satisfy his desires, didn’t notice the figure following them down the hall toward their room. If he had, he might have noticed the figure slipping quietly into their room behind them.
Jean, having finally gotten permission to open her eyes, looked about the room, just as oblivious to the figure spying on them, her mind focused on the décor of the room and the spectacular view from the floor to ceiling windows behind the elevated circular bed lined with satin sheets and covered with several pillows. Letting her gaze move about the room, she saw a table set with fine linen, two silver domes she assumed covered their evening meal, and two slender candles burning softly in the middle of the intimate table for two.
“Is the lady impressed?” Alistair asked as he took her wrap and bag and laid them down. “Shall we eat?”
Jean nodded. “Yes, the lady is impressed, but she’s also a bit bewildered.”
Alistair cocked his head to the side. “Bewildered, Lovely Lady?”
“Yes.” Jean turned to look up at Alistair. “I don’t understand why you are so set on bedding me. I’m several years your senior, Alistair. Are you just out to test the theory that older women make better lovers?”
Alistair blinked and let his face fall. “I’m hurt, Lovely Lady. I’ve wanted you from the first moment I saw you at my party.”
“But why? Alistair…you can have any young thing you want…but yet you continue to pursue me.”
Alistair shrugged. “I want you.” It was all so simple really, at least in his mind it was.
Jean shook her head. “Whatever you say, Alistair. Let’s eat before our meals grow cold.”
Alistair wanted very badly to tell her that it wasn’t just whatever, but he thought better of it and led her to the table. Pulling out her chair, he watched the skirt of her dress as it outlined the curve of her ass and slid up until he could see the same creamy hint of skin that he had seen earlier at her home.
Jean watched as Alistair walked around the table and sat down, scooting his chair as close to hers as he could. Taking a bite of her food, she felt his hand sliding up her thigh. “This is a beautiful view, Alistair, but it seems a bit extravagant for just dinner.” She told him, pretending to be oblivious to his reason for bringing her to a room.
Alistair simply put a forkful of food in his mouth, letting his wandering hand find her pussy again. Pushing against her thighs, he watched the expression on her face from the corner of his eye. She was ready, as ready as she could be. Putting down his fork, he slid from his chair, crawled under the table and gripped her knees. Pushing her legs apart, Alistair, without warning, stuck his head under Jean’s dress and latched onto her pussy with his hungry mouth.
Jean cried out in surprise at the bold move. Curling her toes, not from the sensation of his tongue on her pussy, but out of apprehension about letting another man eat her pussy, she closed her eyes and thought of Lionel. Lionel had only ever done this; not even David, her own husband, had ever eaten her pussy…it had always only been Lionel. Hearing a slight movement, her eyes grew wide when she caught sight of what she had heard move…Lionel.
Lionel held his finger to his lips, telling Jean to remain silent. He moved out of view a bit, but still kept himself visible to Jean. Holding her gaze, he encouraged her with a smile and a glance down to his trousers.
Jean held Lionel’s gaze as she desperately tried to get herself under control so that Alistair didn’t suspect anything. Having Lionel there was helping, and when she looked down to where his eyes had fell, she knew she was going to make it through this night. His beautiful cock was standing proud and erect from the zipper of his trousers; his hand gently stroking it as she would do if she were with him.
Moving her legs further apart, the skirt of Jean’s dress pushed all the way up her thighs, now just barely covering the head buried between them. Placing a hand on Alistair’s head, to make sure he didn’t catch Lionel, Jean let her head fall back and rest against the high back of the chair she was in. Licking her lips when Lionel moved his hand over his cock almost in perfect rhythm with Alistair’s ministrations to her pussy by his tongue, she had to admit that watching him wank himself while someone else licked and sucked her pussy was arousing…and yet she still didn’t feel right about it all.
Lionel wanted nothing more than to be the one with his face buried in her pussy, and knew that he wasn’t going to be able to let Jean stay all night here in this room. Watching as Jean’s gaze never left his cock and hand as he busily wanked himself, he reached into his pocket with his free hand and brought out a small box. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to regain control and let his cock go.
Jean squirmed as Alistair’s tongue and mouth grew more insistent, driving her pussy wild with pulsing desire to let go, and watched Lionel as he stopped wanking and began to walk toward them…a small box in his hand. What are you doing? She mouthed silently as she continued to struggle for control.
I’m going to slip our boy wonder a mickey. Lionel mouthed back as he dropped a couple of small tablets into Alistair’s champagne. Smiling at Jean and knowing she was still struggling, he blew her a kiss. Go ahead, Love, it’s alright…let him make you come. I’ll be right over there waiting…it won’t be long now. He mouthed before blowing her another kiss and watching in hungry pleasure as she gave in, closed her eyes and let Alistair taste her release. Squeezing the base of his cock until it hurt, Lionel bit his lip to keep from coming. He couldn’t make a mess or Alistair would know someone had been in their room. Quickly regaining control, he hurried over to his hiding place and waited.
Jean gulped for air as her body calmed. Opening her eyes, she scanned the room making sure there was no sign of Lionel before letting her thighs fall back open to release Alistair. Seeing the young man’s sticky face smiling at her, she smiled back as best she could.
“Oh lovely lady…thank you.” Alistair breathed as his tongue darted out to lick around his lips.
“I’m thirsty, Alistair.” Jean whispered and gladly accepted the glass Alistair handed her.
“Something sweet to wash your sweetness down with.” He beamed at her before gulping down the bubbling liquid.
Jean raised her eyebrows. She was going to be with Lionel sooner than they had thought. “You do go on.” She shook her head. Had she really found this attractive before? Seeing Alistair stand and quickly remove his trousers, she looked up at him.
“I can’t wait any longer, lovely lady.” Alistair spoke in a husky voice as he moved to her. Taking the glass from her hands, he pulled her up, quickly removed her dress and led her over to the massive bed that sat raised in the middle of the room.
Jean let Alistair lay her down, spread her legs and move between them. She knew the mickey would be kicking in any time, but was beginning to wonder if it would be before Alistair had got his cock in her pussy. Feeling the tip of his, what she had judged to be, 7 inch cock touch the wet opening of her pussy, she held her breath and then oomphed it out when Alistair collapsed on top of her. Nudging him several times to make sure he was out, she started to squirm and smiled when Lionel appeared and rolled the young man off her.
“He’ll be out all night…he’ll never know what hit him.” Lionel whispered as he caressed her bare ass that was now facing him. “Oh how I love this ass.” He gently smacked a cheek.
“Please…can we go home?” Jean almost begged, her face falling when Lionel shook his head.
“I’ve booked us a room here, but first I want to eat, I’m starving.” Lionel smiled and pulled her to the table.
Jean shook her head and followed Lionel, happy when he pulled her down onto his lap. “I’m so glad that mickey kicked in. I just don’t know if I could have actually gone through with it.” She whispered as her body became aware of the body beneath it. “Fuck me, Lionel. I don’t care if it has to be here on this chair, quick and hard, I just want your cock in my pussy.”
“You’ve got it, Love.” Lionel would never argue with the chance to fuck his beloved Pooh. “Turn around and face me and I’ll be glad too.” He pulled her up and turned her, positioning one of her legs on either side of his lap.
Jean moved forward and waited for Lionel’s cock to align with her pussy then sat down impaling her hot flesh on his hard and wonderfully long cock. “Yesss. Oh Lionel.” Nothing more was said as Lionel quickly pumped his cock hard and fast in and out of her pussy, finally filling it full of his sticky cum.
“Mmm.” Jean finally managed enough breath to hum, her head resting against his neck.
Lionel swallowed a few deep breaths then kissed Jean’s face. “Come on, Love. We need to be going to our rooms. I want to fuck you properly.”
Jean pulled back and looked at him with one finely arched eyebrow. “This wasn’t a proper fuck?” she wiggled against him and felt his still erect cock inside her begin to expand. “Felt like it to me.” She smiled naughtily at him. “Still feels like it.”
Lionel lifted her dress and slapped her bare ass. “Don’t be naughty.”
“And what will you do if I continue to be naughty?” Jean squealed when Lionel pulled her up and turned her over his lap.
Pulling Jean’s dress up, Lionel admired the red his hand had left behind before applying some more. “This is what I’ll do.” He gave her a few more slaps. “That’s enough for now, I’ll finish this when we get to our room.” He stood her up then tucked his cock back into his trousers and looked around the room to make sure nothing was out of the ordinary. “Jean, go give Alistair’s cock a good coating from your pussy. If we don’t, he’ll know something went wrong.”
Jean stuck her tongue out. “No. Besides, my pussy has your cum dripping out of it, I don’t think that will work.”
“Oh…you’re being a very naughty girl.” Lionel growled at her. “I guess I’ll just have to take care of it here instead of in our room.” He sat her wrap and bag down then grabbed her hand and lead her to the bathroom. “First we’re going to take care of your soppy pussy.” He stood her in the shower stall, grabbed the removable shower head off its base then turned the water on. Spreading her legs apart, he bent her over pulling her dress up and once again exposing her bare ass. Positioning her just right, he was able to balance her against his bent leg before turning the shower head on.
“Ah!” Jean cried out in shock as the cold water hit her pussy.
“I told you to be good. This is what happens when pooh bears are naughty.” With Jean draped over his leg, Lionel used his free hand to spread her pussy wide open so that the water hit her clit. Fingering her pussy with his middle finger, he cleaned his cum from the swollen lips.
“Please, Lionel.” Jean begged as the water hitting her pussy turned icy and made her squirm even more than she had been.
“Be still.” He growled at her with a smack to her pussy. Finally satisfied that her pussy was clean, Lionel turned the water off and stood her up, making sure her dress stayed up. Placing the shower head back in its base, he grabbed a towel then patted Jean’s ass, pussy, and legs dry. “Now, we’re going to get your pussy nice and soppy again so you can do what I told you to.”
Jean followed Lionel back out into the bedroom and waited to see what he had planned. When he pointed to the table, she moved over to it and let him bend her over its side, her bare ass exposed again to the cool air of the room and sticking out for easy access. Feeling Lionel push her legs apart as far as they would go, she held her breath and waited.
Lionel pushed Jean’s legs just a bit further than they wanted to go and heard her sharp intake of breath. Deciding they were as far apart as they needed to be, he grabbed her ass cheeks in his hands and gave them a few hard squeezes before spreading them apart with one hand, the other picking up the unused candle stick from the edge of the table where it had rolled when Lionel had bumped the table and knocked it from his holder while fucking Jean. Taking one of the knives from the table, he cut the wick from the candle then laid the knife back down and looked the candle over to make sure it was clean. Satisfied, he leaned over, and licked her anus coating it with his saliva.
Jean swallowed when she saw what Lionel was doing. Taking deep breaths trying to relax her ass, she felt her pussy responding to the anticipation of what was to come. Feeling Lionel’s tongue against her asshole, she trembled, knowing that he was preparing her to be fucked with the candle stick.
Lionel stood back up, positioned Jean against him so that he could hold her steady then spread her ass with his hand once again before pushing the tip of the candle stick against the puckered pink flesh of her asshole. “Relax, Pooh, or this is going to hurt worse.” He coaxed even as he continued to push the candle up her ass. His cock hardened with each inch of the candle that disappeared up her ass, and the whimpers coming from Jean as she gripped the table and trembled against him, only intensified his arousal. Getting the candle half way up her ass, he could see her pussy and the moisture pooling there.
“Put her hand on your pussy and get it nice and wet.” He commanded as he pushed the candle a little further.
Jean did as she was told, her hand moving to her pussy, smearing her juices over the palm. “Is this good enough?” she asked and held up her hand.
“Yes, that’s fine.” Lionel let the candle go, but didn’t pull it out. “Now, go do as I told you to.” He pointed to Alistair.
Jean shifted a bit to get used to the candle up her ass then walked to the bed and wiped her hand over all of Alistair’s cock. “Is this alright?”
Lionel moved to the bed, looked at Alistair’s cock and shook his head. “No, it needs more.” Pointing to the bed, he pulled at Jean and waited for her to get on the bed. Positioning her with her ass toward Alistair, Lionel pushed her head down to the mattress, spread her legs apart then spread her pussy lips and held them open while his hand moved the candle in her ass up and down.
“Oww.” Jean whined, although the candle actually felt pretty good now.
“Don’t whine.” Lionel slapped her ass.
Jean felt like she was going to piss herself and knew that wouldn’t work and would probably get her into more trouble than she’d already gotten herself into. “Please Lionel.”
Lionel gave in, deciding that he would wait until they were in their room before going any further. Taking his fingers, he scooped at the juices freely wetting Jean’s pussy then reached over and coated Alistair’s cock then balls, making sure to get some in the hair that surrounded them. “Alright, that’s done. Now, come on. We’re going to go back to our room. You better be prepared to be punished for being so naughty.”
Jean nodded and climbed off the bed, frowning when Lionel pulled her dress back up and tucked it over her arm but left the candle up her ass. “Lionel?”
“You are going to go to our room with your bare ass showing and the candle up your hole to help you remember how naughty you’ve been and that you’re going to get more punishment.” He gave the candle another push just to give her another reminder.
“Ow.” Jean squirmed but followed meekly behind Lionel when he tugged on her hand after finishing the cleanup of the room so there was no trace of Lionel ever being there.
Stopping at the door, Lionel looked back at Alistair then at Jean’s ass, wondering if he should give Jean’s ass a good fuck with the candle here over the couch then leave the candle for Alistair to find to make him wonder just what he and Jean had done. Making up his mind, he tugged Jean over to the couch, bent her over the arm and shoved her legs apart with his knee. “I’ve decided to give your ass a good fuck with this candle before we go so that I can leave it behind with Alistair to make him wonder just what you two did.”
Jean gritted her teeth and waited. Closing her eyes, she felt Lionel’s hand on her back as he pulled the candle out then pushed it back in, setting up a steady rhythm that made her legs tremble, her pussy pulse and her ass muscles clench. Over and over she felt the candle slide from her ass only to feel it being pushed back in. The urge to piss herself grew as Lionel’s movements got faster and her breathing grew shallow.
Knowing Jean was about to come, Lionel pulled the candle out once more then shoved it back in before pulling it out and stopping. “Not just yet.” He told her.
Jean’s head hung down as she tried to get control of herself. He’d built her up…wound her up like a top…and then left her there without giving her that finale push to spin out of control. Squirming, she only earned herself another smack. “Please, Lionel, I need a pee.” Which she did, but more than that she needed a good finger fuck so she could get off.
Lionel rolled his eyes, “You can wait until we get to our suite.”, then glared at her. He knew exactly what she was going to do, and it wasn’t pee.
“I’ll try.” She grouched at him, earning her a slap on the ass.
“You’ll do more than try.” Lionel told her gruffly. She wasn’t the only one that needed to get off; all of this play had given him a raging hard on. “Let’s go then.”
Jean nodded and walked toward the door only to be stopped by Lionel. Her breath hitching when he bent her over, she felt something being shoved up her ass once more. Standing back up when Lionel pulled on her hand, she shivered when he pulled her dress up and made her hold it there as he’d done when they’d started to leave earlier. “Lionel? What is up my ass?”
“The other candle.” He pushed the candle further in to emphasis his words.
“Ohhh.” Jean drew the word out as her pussy pulsed and begged for release.
“Now, we’re leaving this time.” Lionel grabbed her hand and opened the door. Pulling her out into the hallway, he closed the door behind them and pulled Jean along.
Jean reluctantly followed Lionel, her face hung down so that she wouldn’t have to face anyone if they happened by. She only hoped their suite was on this same floor.
Lionel knew that the floor was empty, but he also knew that before they got to their suite, they would be running into a few people he had paid to show up randomly in the halls…and the elevator.
Jean looked up when she heard noise, her eyes going wide when she saw a young man walking toward them. Trying to let go of her dress, she winced when Lionel glared at her and slapped her hands. “Please, Lionel.” She begged but only got a glare in return. Her face reddened when the young man turned his attention to them.
Lionel nodded at the young man as he and Jean passed by then carefully looked behind them to see if the young man was following as he’d been instructed. Hearing the young man call out to him, he stopped and turned to look at him but kept Jean turned the other way, her bare ass exposed to the young man’s gaze. “Yes?”
“Sir, the lady’s dress is…” the young man trailed off, his hand going to his trousers unzipping them to pull out his cock.
“Yes, it is.” Lionel nodded then moved in front of Jean and bent her over moving her body to the side of his as he wrapped an arm around her waist. “Would you like to use the candle?”
“Yes, Sir.” The young man readily agreed and moved to Jean.
Jean trembled when she felt the candle pulling out of her asshole. She couldn’t believe this was happening. A strange young man was going to fuck her ass with a candle in the hallway of one of the poshest hotels in London.
“That’s it, Boy. Fuck her ass; squeeze that cock.” Lionel’s own cock was so hard and confined that it hurt. Reaching down with his free hand, he unzipped his trousers pulled his cock out, letting it fall free to spring up and point at the ceiling, a sigh escaping his lips as his cock twitched in appreciation of being free from it’s confines.
“Ooh.” Jean squealed, her ass squirming as her hole was fucked fast and hard with a candle for the second time that night. She was so hot and aroused that her hips began to undulate coaxing the young man to go faster and fuck her harder.
Lionel resisted the urge to grab his cock as he watched Jean’s asshole being fucked with a candle by a stranger and listened to the sounds she was making…all out in the hallway for anyone to see. Feeling Jean’s stomach tighten, Lionel knew she was getting ready to come. “Fuck her harder, Boy. Put your cock by her pussy and she’ll gush her come all over it.” He watched as the young man let his cock go and positioned it so that it was directly in front of Jean’s pussy. And then he watched the boy shoot his load as Jean came all over his cock.
“Yesss.” Lionel hissed as his balls pulled up tight against him and shot their load of cum onto the floor in front of him.
Jean gritted her teeth to keep from screaming and gripped Lionel’s leg with her hand. She came, and came hard…the young man still fucking the candle in and out of her ass. “Ohh, please! Stop!” she begged when she couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Alright, easy Pooh.” Lionel nodded at the young man signaling he’d done enough. He watched the young man tuck his cock gingerly back into his trousers and then turn to continue to his destination from earlier. Pushing the candle back up into Jean’s ass, Lionel patted each cheek then let her stand up. Leaving his cock hanging outside his trousers, he took her hand and led her down the hall to the elevator.
Jean’s eyes widened when the elevator doors opened and she stared into the face of two more men.
to be continued……
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