~  Plush Interior  ~

‘Ms Garrett?’

‘Yes?’

‘Your limousine is here.’

‘Thank you. Be down in a sec.’ Right on time, thought Mona as she snapped her cell phone shut. She stepped into the bathroom where Thom was peering into the mirror with a slight frown, checking his shave job for any little facial hair that might be protruding beyond his aesthetic comfort zone. ‘Come on, babe,’ she directed, ‘that was the front desk. Our ride’s here.’

‘Excellent,’ said Thom, tweezing one last offender from his chin.

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The chauffeur, immaculately presented in a black dinner suit, opened the rear door and ushered Mona and Thom inside with a nod of the head and the discreet hint of a knowing smile. The two sat down on the rear seat and looked around. The interior of the limousine was a mixture of soft black leather and polished mahogany, all gently illuminated by an array of discreet and tiny nightlights, embedded at intervals around the wood finishing. The floor was carpeted black, made from fibres that were longer than the norm, producing a plush effect. A bottle of champagne sat chilled in a stainless steel ice bucket, with three glasses waiting. A dull thump – the chauffeur closing his own door – pulled Mona and Thom’s attention to the front of the cabin, and though the barrier kept their driver hidden from view, they were nonetheless not alone. The sight that greeted them was utterly bewitching.

A blonde mirage lay in elegant repose, draped languidly along the sofa at the fore of the cabin. She wore a full-length halter-neck evening dress, royal blue and sequined all over, that plunged in a deep V to the top of her belly, thus exposing a cleavage so prodigious that Thom was instantly reminded of an idyllic Himalayan valley he had once hiked, a wide-eyed midget on a wondrous, winding trail between two beauteous peaks. His gaze drifted towards the woman’s crotch – with one knee raised and her near leg resting straight, the slit in her dress caused the garment to sprawl, displaying two lithe legs and opening an insouciant path all the way to her silk panties. Their silvery sheen acted as a spotlight on the delta of her sex, radiating throughout the limousine. She had welcomed them inside here, taking these two liberated souls into her little domain.

‘Hi,’ she said, twirling a platinum curl of hair around a lithe finger, ‘I’m Alicia.’

‘I’m Mona,’ said the other sexpot in the car, the corners of her mouth curling upwards ever so slightly. She tilted her head towards Thom, but still kept her eyes on Alicia. ‘Pour the girls a drink, babe.’

He gladly obliged.

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Alicia sipped her champagne, eyeing this evening’s audience of two. She traced her cherry red tongue lightly over her fulsome lips – every little movement deliberately crafted to represent an elegant Whore-Queen – and reached across to the music centre. Goldfrapp drifted like vaporised honey through the heady confines of the cabin as Alicia commenced her routine to the dulcet melodies of Lovely Head. There was not enough space for her to stand up straight, but this only meant she had to bend and sway all the more, giving full expression to her flexibility and the body language of her motion. The soft lighting within the limo reflected irregularly off her sequined dress to create the illusion of a pale yellow aura, a spotlight on this vision draped in electric blue. Mona and Thom watched with the appreciative air of connoisseurs as the striptease unfurled; both sucked their breath in sharply as Alicia peeled her dress seductively downwards and her bust bounced free. That this sex bomb’s breasts could defy gravity so impudently was incontrovertible proof of enhancement, but how eye-catching! The image presented – platinum blonde curls falling down about these soft flesh globes, each nipple apex standing up bold and triggered – was mesmerising.

‘I love your tits,’ breathed Mona.

‘Thank you,’ sighed Alicia, pushing them together and swaying gently to the music. One hand snaked down underneath her dress to her panties and crept inside. She began to massage her pussy, and then turned around, swishing her dress up with one hand like a tail to expose her silken panties, her other hand ferreting away all the while, her lightly-muscled legs braced akimbo as she bent forward. She threw a coy glance over her shoulder before closing her eyes and biting her lower lip as the inexorable sensations emanated from deep within her cunt, courtesy of her busy fingers. Mona gave Thom a kiss and dropped a hand into his lap. He was getting hard. She pulled away with an impish look and moved to the front of the cabin.

When Alicia opened her eyes again she found herself looking directly at Mona, who had taken a seat on the front sofa. She reached up to Alicia’s breasts, tweaking both nipples and pulling her closer. They kissed long and deep, exploring. Alicia put her arms around Mona’s neck so that she was resting on her shoulders, still bent forward, enjoying the kiss and the pinching pressure on her nipples, in the back of her mind the knowledge that the man behind her would make an approach soon. The tension was thrilling and her pussy, wet from her masturbation and feeling exposed behind its flimsy silk barrier, tingled with anticipation.

She did not have long to wait. Thom leaned forward, pressing his mouth against the plane of Alicia's pussy and his nose into the cleft of her ass. He exhaled heavily, the hot breeze of his breath soothing the goosebumps on her flesh in an exquisite contrast, and then pulled her panties to the side to expose her vagina and anus. Alicia’s pussy glistened wet, a light covering of soft blonde fur adorning her mons pubis and outer labia. Thom blew gently on her; she sighed and cocked her ass, presenting her pussy even more precociously and causing it to open up as her labia, engorged and slick and ready, spread apart. If the women could have seen Thom’s eyes, they’d have thrilled at the sheer lust in his soul as he leant into the blonde fuckdoll and plunged his tongue deep inside her cunt. Alicia gasped at his entry and kissed Mona ever more desperately.

Mona pulled away and shimmied out of her dress, a black cocktail number. Clad only in stockings and heels, she leaned back against the sofa, spread her legs and beckoned Alicia with a curled finger to her snatch. Alicia smiled and bent further forwards such that she was now braced snugly between Thom’s tongue and Mona’s quim. She gently slid two fingers inside and back out, in and out, whilst pulling back Mona’s clitoral hood with her other hand and gently nibbling at her lust nub. Mona’s eyes glazed as she succumbed to the utterly lush pleasure of the moment, sprawled on the leather sofa and sex all around.

Strict Machine was the next song to play and the ambience of Goldfrapp’s auditory backdrop stepped up in tempo. The sultry bass line provoked a flash of sexual inspiration for Alicia and she pulled away from Mona’s mound. ‘I want you to taste me,’ she said, lying down in offering on the thickly carpeted floor.

Thom gazed lustily upon the private dancer as she squirmed in wait. He had already released his cock from the confines of his dress suit; it stood hard and primed through his fly. Mona took hold of it and wanked it a couple of strokes as she knelt over Alicia’s head. ‘Get behind me, honey,’ she instructed before bending over and down onto Alicia’s wet quim. She pulled it wide open and went to work with long, slow, regular licks from clit to hole and deep within. Alicia moaned and writhed as the sensation coursed through her body, but never taking her eyes off Mona’s own orchid, spread in glorious bloom just inches from her eyes. Her clit was fully erect now, poking out from beneath its hood and yearning for touch.

Thom did as Mona had instructed, moving behind her tight ass and taking hold of her hips. Mona paused momentarily from her cunnilingus to look behind and watch his lustful gaze as he leaned into her. She felt his cock nudging up against her pussy, and then pushing inside her as she enveloped him in primal acquiescence. She exhaled heavily in pleasure as she felt his thick tool caressing her core and he began to thrust rhythmically, slow and deep, in time to the drum beat. Mona returned to probing Alicia’s blonde tufted pussy with her tongue and fingers, occasionally sucking on her clit.

The sight, centimetres from her very eyes, of Thom’s thick cock driving into Mona’s moist cunt inflamed Alicia. She watched in fascination as his balls bumped against her clit and her fuck juices, glistening in the soft light, coursed out over their genitals and upper thighs. Alicia felt so inextricably drawn to the act. Taking hold of Thom’s forearms – he still had a firm grip on Mona’s hips – Alicia pulled her head upwards a little, just enough to bring her serpentine tongue within touching distance of Mona’s clit and the pylon of manflesh that was pumping her pussy. Alicia slurped Thom’s cock, greedily drinking Mona’s fuck fluid, before turning her tender ministrations to the throbbing climax button before her.

Mona gasped as Alicia’s tongue made contact with her clit. The image in her head of Thom screwing her so smoothly while this anatomically improbable fuckdoll sucked on her sex nub pushed her to the brink and beyond, into the void of orgasmic abandon. As her climax welled up to explode in rushing tremors and quakes, she collapsed onto Alicia, feeling her tits pushing up against her belly and tasting her essence as she plunged her face onto her pussy. The sexual electricity that exists between women quickly triggered Alicia’s own orgasm, and the two of them came in a writhing, gasping mound of female fuck-venture, Venus and Aphrodite locked in the symmetry of sex.

Thom continued his slow, regular strokes, thrilling in the sight he beheld but secretly straining to maintain his self-control. A faint groan alerted the women to his predicament.

‘Can he come in my mouth?’ asked Alicia faintly, and shuddering as an aftershock of orgasm twitched through her pussy.

‘Fuck, yes,’ breathed Mona, somehow summoning the energy to turn her head and look Thom in the eyes. They had glazed over as he reached the most primal level of his being. He pulled out of Mona just as his orgasm exploded in a spurt of white come. The first splurge of his essence splattered over Mona’s pussy; Alicia grabbed his cock and gobbled it greedily to receive the second coming. Thom felt the close warmth of her mouth as she milked him, siphoning his seed. He bent forward, his strength gone, to rest on Mona’s back, she now licking Alicia’s quim once more. Alicia continued to caress Thom’s cock with her mouth and tongue, the three of them locked in the glorious afterglow.

~  Fin  ~

© Basil von Geusau 2007

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