Pleasure In Control

This is part of a much longer story and to get the most enjoyment from this chapter you should really read the previous 13 chapters first. You might also like to read my short story "The Chair of Four Pleasures" to better understand what happens to Stevie. I’ll post it on BDSM Lib soon but it can be found elsewhere on the net.

I hope you like reading about my most exciting and fulfilling evening since I joined Passionella.

There are only three more chapters still to come but lots more sexy action that will take your breath away.

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I was pleased to find that, far from being a seedy back-street tattoo parlour, the body-piercing clinic was a bright and clean establishment that would put many doctors' and dentists' surgeries to shame. The proprietor was pretty and polite, dressed in a tight white uniform with the top three buttons undone. She had a small intriguing tattoo on the top of her left breast and she smiled when she saw me looking at it, commenting: "that's nothing, I have many more. Secrets. In places you'd never imagine." She leaned forward on her desk with her chin cupped in her hands, and looked up at me with her large brown eyes.

I was ushered me into a side room where she explained the procedure in detail, including the minor risks of complications and the lengths to which she goes to minimise them. Then she showed me numerous trays of jewellery from which I chose my 'starters'. I selected sterling silver bars with rounded ball ends. Ms White Uniform suggested I also buy a pair of small rings that I could fit later, and to which, she explained, I could attach all kinds of other adornments. That sounded fun.

I decided to go ahead right there and then and signed the consent forms. The process was quick and almost painless and she made the whole experience quite enjoyable.

Standing up carefully, I looked in the mirror and liked what I saw. The jewellery attracted attention to my nipples, which were pink and slightly swollen. I carefully eased my boobs back into my bra and dressed. Then I had an idea.

"Do you ever work in people's own premises, such as a place of work?" I enquired.

She said she had on occasions, and asked what I had in mind. I told her that I was planning an intimate party for some friends and colleagues and would she be interested in coming along with her equipment to provide 'additional services'. She jumped at the chance, but I explained I would have to run the idea past my employer, who would discuss a commission deal. I was delighted with my new accessories, and my special service to be made available in the Black Room.

My nipples were sore for a few days, and in any case I'd fucked my way through most of the week and needed a break so I avoided all situations that might cause me to become aroused for fear that my nipples would stiffen. Terri my maid and 'close friend' commented that I was acting very strangely, quite stand-offish and avoiding her. I promised her there was a reason, which I would reveal to her soon. I also had to explain why I had been out the previous Saturday when she came to clean. She made me promise that I'd be more attentive when she called the following week and she promised to bring 'something for me to try'. I tried to guess what that might mean, and my tender nipples protested at my erotic imaginings.

I planned to stay in London the whole of the following week, mostly supervising the finishing stages of Black Private Room. On the Monday evening (sent to my personal not my company e-mail address) I received an invitation from Vikki to a 'Private Showing' at PROM. From the wording, I realised this was to be the first of the private parties organised by Rachel, to be held in the Private Rooms at Passionella HQ. Dress code was described as White Cocktail so I decided I'd put Stevie's suggestion to the test.

Alone in my apartment I tried on a skimpy white waspie under a short, clingy strapless cocktail dress. I thought I'd wear it without tights or stockings so I just put on some strappy high heels. The dress was made from a continuous tight spiral of crushed white fabric over a sheer body-hugging stretch liner and only attached at the side seams, allowing tantalising glimpses of the semi-transparent sheath as I moved. My breasts, lifted and supported by the half-cups of the waspie, rose proudly above the top edge of the dress. My nipples were no longer sore and the material pressed against their adornments, communicating pleasurable feelings deep into me. The tops of my thighs were pinched by the tight hem, which rode up when I walked forcing me to totter if I wanted to maintain any sort of decency.

'Sexy enough to kill at 20 paces', I thought to myself as I admired my reflection in the mirror. Sensual rather than tarty, sophisticated yet overtly seductive. Passionella's highest-spending client by far, regularly seen in all the retail outlets as she travels around the country for her recruitment company. Intimate acquaintance of many of the Dems and willing to try just about anything in the changing rooms. Expensive car, nice city-centre apartment, seemingly unlimited budget. Almost too good to be true.

I wondered who else would be at the party whom I already knew, or might like to meet. Of one thing I could be sure, there would be no men.

The rest of the week dragged by, seemingly full of reports and paperwork and administration connected with finalising my project and I found difficulty keeping my mind on the job. Admin is not my favourite activity. But on Friday morning I inspected the nearly-finished room, which looked like it was going to be completed on time. Almost everything was in place and the room need little more than a thorough clean, ready for Linda's final approval. The seductive atmosphere of the dark interior was punched by high-intensity lighting and the air was filled with a mixture of sensual aromas and the unmistakable smell of quality leather.

I'd chosen two narrow, padded benches, just the right height to lie back on whilst your partner stands astride your face or kneels at one end to give you pleasure.

On one wall was a padded X-shape, roughly the size and shape of a human standing in the spread-eagle position, but certainly androgynous. It had handholds and footrests, anchor points for belts and straps and a large dildo, adjustable for height and angle depending on whether the captive user might be secured front or back to the wall and which orifice it was intended to penetrate.

Suspended from the ceiling by several chains was a multi-purpose sling. The manufacturer had delighted in explaining how her product was specially designed to support the user face up or face down, making it 'ideal for extended periods of licking', she told me. The ceiling, walls and floor were provided with numerous additional anchor points so as not to limit the resourcefulness and imagination of the clients.

Like the other Private Rooms, Black had an en-suite bathroom, and also a dressing room that would soon be stocked with the latest designs from the Pleasure In Control range, including latex rubber dresses, catsuits, corsets etc, that could be worn in public at the right occasion, and several leather suits and outfits. I rummaged through the bags and boxes on the floor, admiring the new products made to Linda's exacting specifications. I held up some of the costumes (this seemed to be a much more suitable description than 'clothes'), stood in front of a large mirror and imagined how I would look in them.

I couldn't wait for Vikki's private party later that evening but I still found time to drop into a new erotic shop that had recently opened just off Oxford Street, strictly for professional reasons, to compare their offerings with my employer's lines. I was intrigued by their accessories and bought a set of beautifully crafted Pleasure-Jewellery which included some weights to hang from my nipple rings, and a couple of girl-on-girl DVDs which promised 'explicit scenes of mutual pleasure-giving'. Sounded like my sort of thing.

But my mind was on a much more enjoyable activity. The rest of Friday was scheduled in my planner:

16:30Manicure and Pedicure

17:15Aromatherapist

18:30Hairdresser

21:00Vikki's Private Party

In between times I'd just about have time to shower, shave and dress. I was very excited about the party. I found Vikki very attractive and I also wondered who else would be there. Maybe some other Dems, maybe Rachel, or Charlotte. Maybe I'd meet some other clients with whom I could strike up a friendship.

By the time I left my hairdresser I was feeling fantastic. I'd been cooed over, attended to and generally made to feel special. Personal care should make a girl feel good about herself on the inside as well as making her look good on the outside and all the fuss and attention is all part of the service.

The day had been hot so the evening the air was still warm. I stepped confidently out into the street in my short white sleeveless dress, my pampered body squeezed into my lovely waspie. I did not expect to eat much at the party, and probably couldn't with my waist pinched tight. My matching white stilettos made it hard for me to walk so I hailed a cab. The cabbie was surprised when I gave him the address as he assumed I was going to a club or a restaurant rather than an office building, dressed as I was. It didn't stop him from adjusting his rear-view mirror so he could eye me up as he drove, whilst simultaneously solving the entire world's socio-economic and political problems in less than 10 minutes.

Vikki met me at the front door, kissed me warmly on both cheeks, ushered me through into White Private Room and closed the door behind us. "Hi Julia!" chorused a small group of young women, all dressed in white. One by one I air-kissed Abigail, Stevie, Fiona and Rachel and made small talk.

Stevie handed me a glass of champagne and gestured to some canapés on a side table and we stood around talking awkwardly.

Something didn't feel right. I was the only client there, yet Vikki had locked the door indicating that she was not expecting anyone else. Rachel looked edgy and was not talking to anyone. I caught her eye and frowned; she shrugged her shoulders suggesting she was as mystified as I was.

The mood relaxed when Abigail put on some music and the girls started to dance. Vikki motioned for Rachel and I to sit down and we enjoyed the show.

They were all very accomplished and provocative dancers. Abigail constantly drew attention to her very large breasts, caressing them and cupping them, thrusting them forward towards me but never close enough for me to touch. Steve made the most of her height, using her imposing stature to accentuate her brimming self-confidence. Vikki was as sensual as ever, very assertive and holding eye contact with me almost all of the time, which I found captivating, and Fiona surprised me with her uncharacteristic agility and exuberance.

Then they began to dance in pairs. Stevie and Vikki pressed their bodies together in a tight embrace, grinding their pussies and squeezing each other. Vikki's bum cheeks were so tight and her white cat-suit fitted perfectly, surrounding two beautifully rounded, high and firm cheeks. I tried to imagine what she might be wearing underneath; whatever it was it did not interrupt the smooth curves of her ass.

Meanwhile, Abigail and Fiona ran their hands all over each other's bodies, thighs, boobs and faces, staring deep into each other's eyes.

I looked across at Rachel and she was engrossed in the spectacle and obviously enjoying it too. We were both wondering whether we were expected to dance together too when Stevie and Vikki turned up the heat and began to undress each other. Firstly Vikki unbuttoned Stevie's dress all the way down the back so she could step out of it and show off her long, toned body. She was wearing a white see-through bra that covered her breasts and yet allowed me to see the dark shapes of her exceptionally large areolae through the shear fabric. It was immediately obvious that she was already aroused as her nipples poked at the thin material that moulded itself around their enlarged shape. Her pussy was likewise covered by the same delicate material and yet I could clearly see the shape of her mound, unadorned by any pubic hair. From my seated position I could even make out the start of her slit, which made me smile. Stevie turned her back to me, her large but shapely cheeks naked but for a narrow strip of white fabric that had forced its way into her bum crack, so she could unclothe Vikki.

Vikki was wearing a white sleeveless glossy cat-suit with a long zipper right down the front. Stevie grasped the tab and unzipped her in one long, smooth movement and Vikki quickly pulled apart the lapels to expose the top half of her body. I gasped to see her naked breasts, outlined by the straps of a white leather fetish suit from the new Pleasure In Control range. It consisted of nothing but wide strips of supple leather stitched to chrome rings at each intersection and which criss-crossed her torso starting from a wide choker around her neck. As Vikki peeled off her cat-suit I held my breath. The leather bands continued their web-like pattern all the way down to a pair of narrow leather strips that disappeared between her slim legs and emerged at the back as a single thong deep between her cheeks. Stevie adjusted Vikki's outfit as she posed and admired herself in a long mirror.

Meanwhile, Abigail had been busy unbuttoning Fiona's fitted white shirt, which now lay on the floor, and was soon on her knees undoing more buttons down the fly of her partner's loose-fitting trousers. Underneath her sensible, demure day clothes, Fiona was wearing one of my favourite Passionella products; a white silk camisole top that was really only a front, the back consisting of several narrow straps terminating at a large Passionella emblem between her shoulder blades. The matching silky panties similarly consisted of just a small piece of fabric at the front and several narrow straps around her waist and hips and between her cheeks, again all secured to a Passionella emblem that sat just below her coccyx. Despite Fiona's superior age, I thought that she carried off her glamorous lingerie extremely well.

Abigail stood up and immediately Fiona grabbed the hem of her stretch top and pulled it over her head in one seemingly well-practiced fluid movement. Abigail's 38D breasts spilled out of the top of a white half-cup corset, swelling into two rounded mounds of mobile flesh. Abi bent forward as she pulled down her own skirt, treating me to a close-up view of her beautiful boobs. When she stood up I smiled broadly at the sight of her legs sheathed in white lace-top stockings supported by long suspenders that were attached to the bottom edge of her corset. To my delight, she wasn't wearing any panties and her corset stopped well above her blonde pubic hair.

I was convinced that it was no coincidence that all the girls were dressed completely in white. This was a very well orchestrated evening and I was fascinated to see it unfold

Stevie turned up the volume on the sound system and she slinked across to where I was sitting. She began to dance provocatively in front of me to the slow, sensual music whilst the other three girls danced together, touching each other and themselves repeatedly. Stevie moved closer and, basically, lap-danced for me. She almost sat on my knees and she leant over me so her thinly-covered boobs invited me to kiss and hold them. I struggled to resist the temptation and enjoyed the show immensely. The other girls fed me, Rachel and each other sensually from trays of small savoury and sweet delicacies, licking their lips and their fingers constantly.

Stevie and her colleagues were turning me on and I wondered when I might be invited, or better still helped, to undress. Rachel had not waited to be asked and was already undressing on the far side of the room, taking off her burgundy jacket to display her trade-mark satin uplift bra and nothing else except matching satin briefs under her skirt.

Fiona brought around a tray of glasses of Champagne and we all took one. Stevie stood up straight and the others gathered around me. In her distinctive American accent, she proposed: "Here's a toast to you, Julia, our best customer!" Her colleagues applauded politely.

"Regularly seen in all our stores," she continued, "Spending thousands of Euros on all the latest products as soon as they hit the floor and always to be found at the Passionella launch parties."

The girls all raised their glasses and we sipped Champagne.

"In fact, Julia," continued Fiona, picking up the theme, "We all wonder how you ever have time to run your recruitment business. You spend hours at the hairdressers when you aren't shopping for lingerie, day and evening clothes or browsing in our competitors' stores."

I tried to think quickly as the atmosphere became more tense. "Have you been following me around, Fiona?" I asked, "I'm flattered."

Abigail chipped in: "No, she hasn't, but we all talk about you when we meet. We compared notes and we started to build up a picture."

Before I could counter their remarks, Vikki added: "... and where does all the money come from, Julia?"

Vikki paused as if expecting a reply, but I took that to be a rhetorical question. I suspected I'd been rumbled and searched for a plausible explanation, but before I could speak Stevie threw her glass of Champagne down the front of my dress.

Rachel jumped to her feet to defend me, shouting: "Stop! Julia's one of our best clients, you can't treat her that way!" but Abigail and Vikki grabbed her arms and held them behind her back.

"A client?" mocked Stevie, "provoking us to put on ever more daring and erotic performances for our high-rolling, impossibly gorgeous and seemingly insatiable customer? No she isn't, I'll tell you what she is. She's a cheating, lying bitch!" she yelled at me as I brushed the champagne from my dress and stared at her, fearing the worst.

"Fraud!" she shouted, "Fucking spy!"

Yes, I'd been found out.

I tried to justify myself but Stevie interrupted, turning to Rachel who was struggling to release herself from her colleagues' firm grip.

"And you're in on this, aren't you!" Stevie asserted. "You've known all along that she works for Passionella, that she's Linda's spy, constantly checking up on us. And you never let on, not even a hint. You just went along with the whole deceptive charade."

Rachel stopped struggling and sprang to my defence. "Yes, you're right. Julia works for Passionella UK. But she's doing a valuable and important job. Many leading companies employ mystery shoppers to help to improve the service to their customers."

"Yeah," sneered Fiona, "but they don't get paid to fuck their colleagues! You're no better than a whore, a slut, a corporate fuck-tart!"

The rest of the Dems looked unconvinced too, but Rachel continued.

"Listen, I get to see Julia's reports when they come into the office, and almost without exception they are positive and complimentary. And when they aren't, I know that Linda, Emma and Charlotte work out training programmes, incentives and rewards to help you guys to improve your technique."

The little group of Dems muttered to each other and I took up the thread.

"Hey, has anyone ever been fired, or reprimanded, or lost out on a raise or promotion because of me?"

No-one spoke.

"And more importantly, haven't any of you actually enjoyed having me in your stores? I certainly have had some great times with you guys. We've had a lot of fun, great sex and some really rewarding orgasms, haven't we?"

The atmosphere became slightly less menacing. Abigail and Vikki loosed their grip on Rachel and the girls formed a small huddle, murmuring so I could not hear.

Vikki spoke first. "Right on some points, but we all feel cheated. As though we've lost trust in Passionella, which had always been a great company to work for. So we're a bit confused. And yes, we've all had some fun times, but, as it turns out, you really were just too good to be true."

Then Stevie made a valid observation: "Of course, now we know, you can't do your job any more, can you."

She was right of course, I'd had my cover blown.

"So, will you have to leave?" enquired Abigail, sounding genuinely concerned.

I couldn't answer that. That was up to Linda, but Abigail surprised me with her compassion.

The little clique of semi-naked girls spoke again in hushed whispers, then Vikki looked straight at me.

"Julia, we've agreed that we don't want you to leave. Yes, we have enjoyed having you around. Do you think Linda will keep you on, say as a Dem or a Personal Shopper? We hope so."

That was sweet. "Thank you for that," I replied. "Linda has already given me some other projects, so maybe I can stay on. You probably know that I've fitted out a new Private Room next door, and soon I'm going to ..."

Stevie stopped me. "Don't ruin the surprises, we'll find out sooner or later. But if you are going to be one of us ..." she looked at her friends then back at me "... you'll have to pass our initiation rites."

At last I could relax. It seemed I've been forgiven and I asked what the initiation might consist of.

"You must bring each one of us to orgasm before tonight is over."

I was relieved, it could have been worse.

"Is that all?" I asked, trying not to sound too condescending. "That's doesn't sound too onerous," but Stevie went on.

"You can use toys and equipment if you wish, or just 'au naturel'. You know, fingers, tongue etc. But we get to choose which. Oh, and there's something else."

"Which is?" I enquired, wondering how this could possibly get any better.

"You must not come."

"What, not at all?" I exclaimed.

"No, not once. We won't touch you unless you ask us to, but then we won't be holding back either. We plan to enjoy ourselves!"

'Shit', I thought privately, 'that spoils all the fun'.

"So," I sought clarification, "I'm expected to bring you to a total of four orgasms and not climax myself?

Fiona nodded, with a wry smile.

"I can't do that! You're such sexy babes and I'm becoming quite aroused just thinking about it! You don't know me. I'm certain to come, probably more than once. I simply can't hold back that long." They couldn't possibly have known about my Look Don't Touch experiences with Kirsten.

"We'll you'll have to try. But if you can't control your feelings and you do come, then you just have to start all over again."

I realised this was going to be a long, exhausting and highly frustrating night.

"OK, I'll do it," I agreed, as I really had no choice and would enjoy it immensely, adding: "but what about Rachel?"

"Ah, yes." Stevie continued with a malicious grin. "For her part in this web of deceit she just gets to watch. But she won't be able to masturbate even if she wants to. She'll be a bit tied up."

Rachel looked horrified and made a dash for the door but Abigail and Fiona grabbed her. They cuffed her wrists together behind her back and secured them to a ring on the wall at waist height. She fought her bonds to no avail and she looked at me pleadingly, but there was nothing I could do. She looked so inviting too, tethered and helpless, struggling in vain like a storybook heroine with her shoulders pulled back and her magnificent round breasts bulging from between her uplift bra cups.

Then Stevie added: "But if she's good and does as she's told, we might just help her." If they didn't, I would. In fact, this could be my best chance yet to get my hands on those fantastic boobs, if I wasn't going to be so preoccupied.

The four girls drew straws (actually Grisini) to decide who 'won' my attentions first.

In my mind I raced through the possibilities. All four girls had something special to offer. Stevie: confident and positive, tall and muscular and very physically rewarding. Fiona: depth of personality, mature and sensitive. Abigail: fantastically full, voluptuous body, which I hadn't seen naked since the time she and Vikki put on a sensational show for me at a launch party at which she pleaded to be allowed to fuck me. Finally, Vikki: simply gorgeous, exuding enthusiasm, charisma and a powerful sexuality out of all proportion to her slender frame.

I couldn't decide who I wanted to fuck first. If I really could control myself, I'd be delirious with frustration by the time I reached my fourth partner and so desperate to come I'd probably rush her. If I let myself go early on, I'd get more climaxes but may become exhausted later. But I'd get to fuck the earlier girls more than once. So who did I hope would go first? My mind drifted:

'Perhaps Stevie as she's a bit too aggressive for this evening's mood. Or maybe I'd like Vikki to go first, then I might get more than one session with her. However, perhaps I'd rather save her till last ...'

Actually, Abigail took the longest bread stick and smiled broadly, eager to get started and insisting: "You'll have to undress me first, Julia, I always enjoy being undressed." She stood in front of me with her back to the mirrored wall.

I was happy to pleasure her first and thought that I wouldn't mind at all if she came around a second time. I reached out my hands and unclipped her suspenders, kneeling to pull her stockings off her feet. Then she turned her back to me so I could unfasten her corset.

It seemed a shame to take off such an alluring garment so early in the evening, but I also wanted to see and hold her full breasts now that the LDT rule had been lifted. I unhooked each catch in turn and finally allowed it to fall to the floor. Abigail's ample body returned to its naturally voluptuous shape and she turned around again. I couldn't help but gasp at the beauty of her big boobs, slightly droopy but surprisingly well formed. "May I?" I asked politely, placing my hands under them. I supported their considerable weight as Abigail pushed back her shoulders, closed her eyes and sighed. I teased her nipples with my thumbs causing them to grow and Abigail sighed some more.

Suddenly she opened her eyes and looked around the room. "Over her," she declared, grabbing my wrist and leading me half-running to the opposite side of the room. Her body jiggled wonderfully as she moved and her rounded boobs swayed from side to side.

Abigail stood with her bum and shoulders against the wall and reached up with her hands. She took hold of two rings high on the wall and the tension in her chest muscles caused her boobs to rise and sit proudly, high on her rib-cage.

"Suck my nipples, Julia," she insisted; I didn't need to be asked a second time and gave them my full attention. After several minutes of suckling, squeezing and cupping, I received my next instruction.

"Stick your tongue in my belly-button," she demanded and I obliged, slightl amused. It was deep and mysterious, high on her curvaceous tummy and I probed it with my tongue and made wet, squelching noises each time I pulled it out.

"Lick my pussy now, please," she asked. I liked the 'please', Abigail was more confident in her requests than I expected.

Still wearing my champagne-stained dress, I knelt between her parted legs and drew circles around her pubes with my thumbs, which she seemed to like, then I went for the kill. I needed to score a few orgasms early on if I was to stand a chance of reaching the target before I became exhausted. Abigail did not let me down, coming quickly and noisily after no more than a minute of frantic finger frigging and tongue-lashing. She shouted loudly and clung onto the wall rings as her legs quivered and her body shook. I guessed that might have been her first climax for some considerable time, but it wouldn't be her last.

I was sure the girls had also grasped the significance of drawing the longest bread stick. They knew that they stood a better chance of getting a second or even a third session with me as I'd have to go back to the beginning if I came, whereas the last girl may have to wait ages for her turn. I was feeling pleased with myself so far rather than horny; I'd tried not to get too involved in Abigail's climax as, sadly, I needed to suppress my feelings if I was to last the night. So, one down three to go.

Standing up, I glanced across to where the other three girls had been huddled around Rachel before they had stopped to watch Abigail's climax, applauding warmly and mopping her brow.

Rachel looked much less comfortable. Stevie, Vikki and Fiona had stripped off her satin underwear and lashed rope around not only her wrists but also around her ankles, all the way up her legs, around her waist, and finally under, between and over her gorgeous firm boobs. Her nipples jutted forward aggressively and I craved the often-imagined feeling of them in my mouth and between my teeth. She could hardly move and her legs were held tightly closed. "What am I going to do now, Julia," she mouthed to me so I could lip read, "you'll have to help me."

"Soon," I mouthed back, just as Fiona took me by the arm.

The other three girls had drawn the next bread stick and Fiona had won. "I drew the next longest straw," she said, holding up a bread stick triumphantly, "so lets get you out of that dress so we can see what treasures you're hiding underneath."

Fiona bent forward and grasped the hem of my cocktail dress and pulled it up over my head. I shook my blonde ringlets back into place and stood with my hands on my hips; my assailant complimented me on the short, tight waspie that Stevie had sold to me.

Fiona started to undo the first clasp but Stevie had a different idea. "I think Julia should keep that on a for a little while yet, it makes her look so sexy." Fiona nodded in agreement and refastened the top clasp whilst Stevie, the cruel bitch, pulled the lacing tighter behind my back, as tight as she could. This nipped in my waist and pushed my boobs upwards, but none of the girls yet knew that I'd had my nipples pierced. They pressed against the inside of the stiffened edge of the waspie and grew harder. The feelings travelled down to my pussy and I began to feel a tiny bit aroused. "Great idea, Stevie, she looks terrific in that." commented Vikki from her position on one of the sofas where she sat with Abigail, the only totally naked girl in the room, and watched the events unfolding.

"Give us a little show," suggested Stevie, so I strutted the length of the room a couple of times, keeping my legs close together like a catwalk model. My high-cut pants had moulded themselves to the shape of my slit; they were damp between my legs and rubbed my pussy as I walked. I liked the feeling and became lost in the sensations for a moment.

Fiona brought me back to reality, saying "I've been looking forward to this" as she looked longingly into my eyes. She told me she wanted to be fucked long and hard, and she opened one of the drawers. She seemed to know exactly what she was looking for and selected a long silver dildo and a body harness from the array of equipment it contained.

"Here, let me put this on you," she suggested, and knelt down in front of me. She peeled my moist pants off me leaving my pussy very bare and vulnerable and she attached the dildo to its harness. She passed wide leather straps around my upper thighs and across my abdomen and pulled them tight.

The big prick pointed crudely upwards and Fiona took it in her mouth, sucking on it like a huge menacing lollipop and making pleasurable moaning sounds. By her technique I guessed she'd had plenty of practice, probably on the real thing.

"There, that's nice and slippery, now put it in here, " she suggested as she lay back on a sofa, lifted her legs up and pulled a silky triangle of fabric to one side to expose her pink, pouting pussy.

I took a couple of steps towards where Fiona lay, open and expectant, but had to stop for a moment as the sensations were too powerful. I took another step with my knees parted, which helped a bit, but still the harness stimulated me. Concentrating hard on the strip of leather between my legs, I could feel that it had a pronounced ridge on the inside, with raised coarse stitching along its centre. There was no doubt in my mind that it was designed to nestle into the wearer's slit and to rub against her as she moved. Very clever, and very effective; I guessed Fiona had known this when she chose the harness for me.

I bent forward and guided the tip of the saliva-moistened silver dildo towards Fiona's waiting vulva, firstly sliding its impressive length over her clit several times. Fiona dug her fingers into the upholstery.

"Push it in me, Julia," she whispered, "It's my turn."

I held the tip against her opening for longer than I should have, rocking gently so it eased very gradually between her lips.

"Now, please, now," Fiona pleaded, and I slid it slowly and smoothly into her willing vagina. Her lips parted and swallowed it in, engulfing its glistening length and smearing a slick film of pussy-juice over its smooth surface each time I eased out again.

I'd wondered for years what it feels like when a man fucks a woman's cunt. Not so much the physical sensations, but the emotional involvement of inserting your own sex organ into someone else's body. This was the nearest I would ever get, and I loved it. So did Fiona.

We fucked lying down and standing up. We fucked doggie position, standing on one leg with Fiona's other leg wrapped behind my bum and laying on our sides on the floor with one of her legs high in the air.

The other girls crowded round us to watch and Abigail helped Fiona to remove her soaked pants.

"Screw her, Julia," encouraged Vikki, "shove that stiff prick into her big wet pussy again."

Stevie joined in the fuck-talk, impeaching Fiona to "take it easy baby, there's no rush. Relax. Take it long and slow; Julia's sure to come soon then you'll get another session later."

Relax! Fiona was a world away from relaxation. She urgently scrabbled to pull off her camisole, exposing her slightly droopy 36B boobs. I sucked, licked and nibbled her nipples, I squeezed her soft boobs and I ran my fingers through fiery red hair. Fiona rubbed her own clit, cried, moaned and talked dirty in her smooth, reassuring Scottish accent. Her maturity and experience shone through and she was more encouraging, demonstrative and inventive than any man I'd known. I forgot that I still had two more partners to satisfy and began to succumb to the rasping stimulus of the harness between my legs. Each time I shoved the phallus deep into her, the raised rib of leather pressed against my pussy and parted my lips.

Sensing that Fiona was approaching orgasm, I increased the tempo and thrust deep into her. Looking down ecstatically, I watched the long slippery phallus sliding into her and noticed that the harness also had a raised ridge of coarsely-stitched leather on the outside, just level with the top of my pubic bone. I knew at once what this was for so I buried the pole right into Fiona's vagina and adopted a rocking motion, rubbing the rib along her slit and over her clit.

The effect was sensational and Fiona began to shake as her climax approached. The inner rib dug into my cunt and tormented my own clit but I was lost in the desire to make my partner come.

Fiona climaxed at the exact moment I did.

I couldn't stop myself, the whole scenario was so arousing and I savoured the glorious release. I shouted out loud and Fiona bucked and pulled me hard into her as she came.

The group of onlookers cheered, then helped me to my feet. Poor Rachel could do nothing except gyrate her hips in the vain hope that she might be able to relieve a little of her frustrations.

Stevie was beside herself with callous pride. "There, I knew you couldn't do it. You're such a randy whore, Julia. I said you'd come too soon, and you did. Now you must start all over again! Ha!"

I didn't feel like a failure at all. I was really quite enjoying myself, and could barely wait for Abigail to get ready for her second session. I released the dildo harness from around my hips and tossed the object aside.

Abigail wasted no time in choosing a vibrator and a long spreader bar from the drawers and eagerly lay down, expectant, on the floor. I knelt at her feet and attached cuffs to the ends of the bar. Abi could hardly stop herself from rubbing her pussy with excited anticipation as I strapped the padded cuffs to her ankles.

"Do me, Julia, do me hard" she implored, in a wavering voice. Her throat was dry and Vikki poured some ice-cold juice into her mouth as she rubbed her clit some more.

"Hey, that's my job!" I taunted. The spreader had additional attachment rings along its length so I clipped two more cuffs to it and buckled these around Abigail's wrists, pulling her feet high into the air and preventing her from touching her pussy.

Fiona handed me a tube of gel and I spread some over the vibe and some over Abigail's parted pussy lips. I slipped a couple of fingers inside her vagina too, to make sure she was well lubricated but I needn't have worried. She was dripping wet already.

Abigail's breasts spilled over her chest and rocked rhythmically as I tormented her aching, open pussy with the buzzing object in my hand. Vikki and Fiona knelt either side of her and suckled a nipple each, even though Stevie insisted that they shouldn't help me.

Abigail was soon bucking and straining against the spreader bar that prevented her from squeezing her knees together. But it had been her choice so I guessed she liked the feeling.

Kneeling under Abigail's raised and wide-spread feet with my bum high in the air, I was engrossed in my task when I felt something brush against my arse cheeks. I looked over my shoulder to see Stevie, her thin panties pushed aside with one end of a long double-ended dildo inside her smooth shaven pussy and the other end swaying menacingly close to mine. Stevie took hold of the free end and pressed the tip against my pouting inner lips.

"Hey, that's cheating!" I exclaimed, but I was still really randy and hot for Abigail who was well on the way to her second climax.

Stevie parted her legs, leant back and guided the dildo into me. She placed her knees either side of my bum and began to penetrate herself and me simultaneously.

"I'm supposed to be doing all the fucking!" I protested, but Stevie suggested she was just helping me along. I thought quickly and bargained with her.

"Let's make a deal. You can screw me your way now if you agree to let me choose how I bring you off when it's your turn later.

"OK," she shrugged, "I can take whatever you want to do to me."

I smiled and concentrated on the current situation. Stevie's dildo slid easily in and out of my gaping pussy but I ignored the feelings as I rammed the vibe into Abigail. Then I ran its tip back and forth along the entire length of her glistening pink pussy gash, lingering on her sensitive bud as it swelled out from under its protective hood.

Abigail had her eyes closed and her mouth open and she made no sound but I knew she had climaxed as soon as the muscles of her inner thighs twitched and tightened in involuntary spasms. I held the buzzing toy against her clit until her whole body relaxed and she opened her eyes again.

Stevie clambered off me, looking very frustrated that neither she nor I had come. She withdrew the seemingly endless dildo from deep inside her pussy and licked my juices off the other end as though it was a luxury ice-cream. She rearranged her skimpy pants and looked me up and down, sneered then turned away.

Fiona took my hand and whispered softly. "Don't worry about her, you're a match for her any day. Come on, let's have some fun."

Fiona was already totally naked, her strappy camisole and damp panties discarded in an artistic heap at her feet.

"Can I undress you now" she asked.

My tight waspie made it hard for me to breathe so I was relieved when Fiona loosened the criss-cross lacing and unclipped the front fastenings all the way down.

"Wow, Julia, I didn't know you had pierced nipples!" she enthused as my aching, swollen breasts finally broke free from their restraining cups. Asking permission first, Fiona tenderly fingered my ball-ended bars and I quivered involuntarily as the now familiar feelings darted through my boobs.

I cupped her soft breasts in my own hands and she responded by rotating her upper body against my hands. "Do me with your hands, Julia, long and slow, " she purred, adding: "I'm a simple girl really"

I ran my exploring hands down over her rounded belly and onto her upper thighs. Fiona parted her feet and rested her hands on my shoulders, looked longingly into my eyes then allowed her lids to drop as I moved my fingers between her legs. I ran my fingertips up and down her inner thighs and over her belly and her pubic mound, noticing that I could hear her breathing clearly in the now-silent room.

I placed one hand behind her waist to steady her and slid my other hand slowly down over her clit to cover her pussy, and pressed.

Fiona moaned loudly and ran her mature tongue over her dry lips.

Tuning in to her breathing, I ran my hand up and down her pussy several times. Her juices flowed freely making my hand warm and wet so, when I crooked my middle finger on a down stroke, it slid easily into Fiona's dilated vagina.

"Ohhhh, yesssssss," she exhaled through clenched teeth, "go on, do me more. Do me with your hands, Julia"

I poked my finger in and out of her cunt hole, slapping the flat of my hand against her clit. Then I bent my thumb across my palm so its knuckle rasped against her tender bud each time.

Fiona bucked her hips and went weak at the knees but managed to stay standing. I leant my head forward and bit the side of her neck. Fiona momentarily deafened me as she let out an animal-like scream as she clamped my hand between her legs. I could feel the convulsions within her pussy as she came and she pulled my naked body against hers in a warm, appreciative embrace, my nipple bars pressing hard against her pale skin.

"Ah, isn't that nice" quipped Stevie, sarcastically.

"It's your turn now," I replied, "would you like me to be nice to you too?"

Stevie was going to be a challenge. I'd seen the worst of her callous, tough streak and wanted revenge without sinking to her level. I knew she'd try to make me come again, given the chance, so I seized the upper hand.

"No," I continued, "that's not your style, is it. You'll enjoy something like ... this."

With poor Rachel still bound and frustrated, I wasted no time. I stood beside the recliner chair and beckoned Stevie with the best come-hither look I could fake.

Stevie did not hesitate, and clambered onto the chair. "Yeah, a long comfortable fuck will suit me fine. Strap me in while I enjoy the ride!"

Perfect. I anchored her wrists, elbows, knees and ankles to the chair and tilted her back. By the look on her face, I could tell she was suddenly apprehensive, uneasy that she had lost control of the situation.

Remembering my training, I assembled a dildo to the reciprocating mechanism and aimed it at her pussy. I tugged her pants as far down her thighs as I could and offered her the remote control.

"Here, go ahead, fuck yourself" I taunted, and Stevie reached for the button-festooned device. But her wrists were firmly restrained and I held the remote just out of her reach.

"No, it's your treat, let me help you!" I suggested, and started the mechanism. The dildo coaxed apart her lips and continued its unfaltering journey into her pussy. Stevie grunted unappreciatively as the unlubricated phallus opened her hole wide. She wriggled her bum to try to get more comfortable as the now-moistened rod slid out of her, then braced herself as it slid back in. After a short while she and the machine settled into something of a rhythm and Stevie began to relax. A smile crept onto her face and she closed her eyes.

"Turn it up, babe," she demanded, "I need more speed." But when she opened her eyes she saw that I had already placed the remote out of her reach and had started to dance with Vikki. "Hey, it's still my turn!" protested Stevie, "You haven't finished with me yet!"

I looked over my shoulder, calling: "Simmer for 30 minutes, do not bring to the boil."

Stevie was mad with me but the other girls found it all quite amusing.

"You turn up my heat, Julia," Vikki growled, "I'm nearly ready to eat."

I loved the way she continued my metaphor and we seduced each other as we danced and caressed intimately. Vikki was still wearing the leather criss-cross harness suit that accentuated her gorgeous slim body. Her boobs projected forward prominently, framed by the tight white straps, and the soft flesh of her pussy mound crept out from either side of the thongs between her legs. I took a chance and bit her neck just above the choker and Vikki responded positively by moaning and thrusting her groin against mine.

I noticed that, with Stevie otherwise engaged, the other girls had taken pitty on Rachel and had untied her and were massaging her wherever the ropes had left red marks on her skin.

Vikki reached up and unclipped her harness-suit from its attachment rings on the choker around her neck, which she left in place. She peeled the strappy creation down her torso, freeing her boobs and finally stepping out of the web of supple white pig-skin and stainless-steel.

Naked in front of me, Vikki looked deep into my eyes and rolled her tongue across her glossy lips, purring: "Julia, I want you to do this to my pussy."

Immediately, she pulled my head to hers and clamped her mouth onto mine and she snogged me. She did more, much more than that. She sucked my upper and lower lips. She poked her wet tongue into and around and over my mouth. She nibbled the tip of my tongue and she gently bit my upper lip. She moistened the whole of the lower half of my face with her slippery saliva and she licked me clean again. Our tongues intertwined like mating serpents and our hands explored each other's bodies as though we'd discovered our sense of touch for the very first time.

"And I want to do the same to yours," she continued. "I want to 69 with you, right here on the floor. And I don't care who's watching." Actually, Abigail, Fiona and Rachel were. Stevie would have liked to but she couldn't see. Nor could she concentrate, especially after I set the remote to 'fast in-slow out', and 'gradually increasing tempo'.

"But remember," she concluded, "You must not come before me, or you will have to start all over again."

So this was to be a race to the finish. A race to see who could give more than she receives. Who could concentrate on someone else's pleasure whilst suppressing her own. Who could hold back her own climax whilst indulging in what I now found to be the most excruciatingly sexy and arousing activity I had ever known: licking another woman's pussy.

Vikki threw some cushions on the floor and lay on her back on top of them, carefully stuffing an extra cushion under her bum so her prominent mound rose high in the air and her flat tummy pulled taut. She spread her legs wide apart and the muscles at the top of her slim legs tightened so her smooth unblemished skin shone invitingly.

I felt my pussy juice up just from looking at her. I tried to think of Vikki's request as simply a job to be done, devoid of emotional involvement, but it was going to be tough.

"Come on babe, get down on me," Vikki instructed me, as she reached up with one hand and clasped the other over a small, firm, upward-pointing breast. She took my hand and pulled me down. I knelt beside her and ran my hands over her body and her face. I leant down and took an erect nipple in my mouth and Vikki moaned and closed her eyes momentarily as I ran my hand down to her pubic hair. I entwined my fingers in her short curls before she objected: "Hey, you're trying to get a head start!"

Vikki dragged me on top of her and half-reluctantly I straddled her rib cage. Running my hands up the insides of her smooth thighs I felt her twitch and heard her breathing quicken. Then she grasped my bum cheeks firmly and pulled me down so my pussy was close enough to her mouth that I could feel her hot breath on my shaven mound. Vikki raised her head slightly and I felt her abs tighten. I looked between my legs and saw the tendons standing out on her neck.

Then she started.

Vikki gently kissed my outer lips and ran her tongue along the creases in my groin. I tried to concentrate on Vikki's pussy and clumsily ran my tongue through her pubes.

Vikki had the advantage as she had made mouth-to-muff contact first but I could control the pace by raising my hips a little so she could only just reach my labia with her fully-extended tongue. By contrast, I could dip my head deep between her legs and I soon had Vikki squirming as I probed her entrance and sucked her clit-hood. Gaining momentum, I pushed my hands under her thighs and dug my fingertips into their soft flesh. Using my smallest fingers to pull her labia wide open, I lapped at her inner lips and gradually worked my way upwards towards her heavenly button.

Meanwhile, Vikki was demonstrating a depth of experience matched only by the length of the tongue-lashes she ran up and down my slit.

I made clit-contact first, stabbing at her bud with the tip of my tongue and causing Vikki to break her rhythm. She gasped and called out as I increased my tempo. I lapped at her on-button like a child trying to finish an ice-cream on a hot day before it melts. Vikki's pussy gushed a fresh flush of cunt-juice and I consumed it, enjoying its sweet-yet-salty flavour.

Although my personal experience of women's genitals was limited, I'd studied several at close quarters recently. I'd also become an avid consumer of hard-core girl-girl films and I was sure that Vikki's clit was significantly larger and more prominent than any I'd seen, by a large margin. In fact, as I ran my tongue over it time and again, I surmised it might indeed be exceptionally large. I pulled away my head to take a close, fascinated look at its resplendent, fully erect form as it exploded proudly from under its protective hood. It was the size and colour of the tip of my small finger and it glistened with my saliva mixed with Vikki's own juices. It was exquisitely inviting, begging for more of my attention, and I convinced myself that I could actually see it throbbing and pulsing as Vikki's blood flowed hotly to her pleasure-zone.

Looking up briefly, I saw Abigail sitting on the floor beside me, with her knees wide apart. She was moving her hand over her pussy and when I looked closer I could see she was thrusting a shiny red dildo in and out of her cunt and then rubbing it across her clit. She was leaning back against Fiona who had her legs apart, clamped either side of Abigail's bum. Fiona had reached her arms around Abigail's sides and had her full, pendulous breasts cupped in her hands and overflowing over the tips of her fingers. She was pinching and rolling the younger woman's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and was kissing the side of her neck as she lay her head back on her older colleague's shoulder. Abigail had her mouth wide open and her eyes shut as she climbed towards her third climax of the evening

I snapped back to the reality as I realised that Vikki had pushed at least two fingers into my love-tunnel and was rubbing my clit with her thumbs. I felt more fingers enter me and she pulled me apart. My vagina felt so large, so open, so wide as she allowed cool, fresh air to enter me.

I risked losing control, the race and hence my dignity. As we moved together, my super-sensitive and newly-enhanced nipples dragged across Vikki's belly, stimulating them to even larger size and harder erection. I could also feel Vikki's own smaller breasts grazing the insides of my thighs and desperately tried to ignore these arousing sensations. Vikki slapped by bum-cheeks and the tingling bolts of pleasure-pain shot straight to my pussy. I needed a new tactic.

Removing my mouth from Vikki's huge clit, I began to talk dirty and Vikki's composure evaporated as I aroused her with my mouth in a very different way.

"Oh, Vikki," I moaned, "your pussy tastes so, so good. Oh, yes, how I love to lick your precious flesh and swallow your luscious lube."

The effect was immediate. Vikki's body became tense and she slowed her thumb-action on my clit.

"Your cunt looks so delicious, let me eat you like a delicate piece of ripe, exotic fruit," I continued, "I love to feel your warm, female body against mine. It makes me feel so good. Be gentle with me, Vikki, don't rush me or I can't concentrate on giving you more pleasure than you ever thought possible. Your legs are so gorgeous, like two smooth, easy paths leading to the centre of perfect pleasure where they meet."

Vikki's breathing was quickening as I slipped a middle finger into her opening and began to pump rapidly, alternating between short and long strokes whilst rubbing her clit up and down and around with my free hand.

"Vikki, I want to reach deep inside you," I declared. "I want you to wrap my finger with your soft, warm lips and pull me right inside you. I want to reach deep into you to give you so much enjoyment. Please press your firm, young body against mine so I can feel your soft, smooth skin press against mine."

Vikki responded by arching her back and crushing my boobs against my rib-cage. She had all but stopped frigging me and I felt I'd almost overcome her. But her movements, her feel and her smell were so very arousing that I still had to struggle hard to hold back my orgasm. After years of pretending during sex with male partners, feigning pleasure and even falsifying orgasms, I was now faced with the prospect of having to pretend I was not having one.

"Oh, Vikki," I cried, "let go. Come on, let your feelings out. Come, baby, come," I encouraged her. "I can see your pussy opening up to me. Oh, Vikki, you're so sexy, I mumbled, as I planted my mouth over her engorged clit and sucked hard.

Vikki bucked and screamed.

"OHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!" she cried out, to the warm cheers of her two colleagues beside us. Her body convulsed under me and I pressed my full weight down on her as I drank in her orgasm.

Barely seconds later, after my superhuman efforts to hold back for what had seemed like an eternity, I finally released my own orgasm. It was all the more powerful for the long, fragile delay and I buried my head between Vikki's legs to stifle my uncontrollable cries.

I collapsed onto Vikki then rolled off. Our bodies were wet with our perspiration and we both lay still, panting as we recovered our breath. Abigail draped a duvet over our hot but shivering bodies.

Gradually I became aware of another woman's moans and cries.

Stevie!

Stevie was still strapped to the recliner with the mechanical dildo thrusting into her defenceless vagina.

"Get me off of this fucking thing, you callous bitches!" she called. "I can't stand this any more, I'm ... I've ... I ... Oh NO! ... Shit, I'm ... I'm ... oh no, not again, please, I'm COMING!!!!!!"

Horrified, I realised that I'd forgotten about Stevie. If that had been her first orgasm, I would have lost the challenge as I would have come before her. But she'd clearly said 'not again'.

"How many times has she come on that contraption?" I enquired, as Abigail stood up, extracted the long red toy from her hole and turned off the reclining chair's fuck-machine.

"Oh, I've lost count," chipped in Rachel, her voice weak but familiar. "About seven, I think."

Poor Stevie!

Fiona released Stevie from the chair and helped her to climb off. He legs were weak and she rubbed her wrists where the bonds had chaffed her. Stevie glared at me then stormed into the en-suite where we heard her running a bath.

Vikki threw me a kimono and slipped into one herself whilst Abigail and Fiona untied Rachel. Sitting together on the sofas, we cracked open some cold beers from the fridge and sat in silence for a while.

Vikki spoke first. "I think we can all agree that you've passed our little trial." She looked at the other two dems and they nodded.

"What about Stevie?", Abigail interjected.

"I think even Stevie will agree that you are now one of us - accepted into the inner circle of Passionella employees," Vikki continued.

"I don't think she's in any fit state to disagree just now," affirmed Rachel, whereupon Vikki rounded on her:

"But Rachel, you're suddenly poacher turned gamekeeper! Who are you to say?"

Rachel protested her innocence and enquired after the reason for Vikki's accusation.

"Come now," (I'm sure that's exactly what the as-yet-unfulfilled Rachel wanted to do more than anything else). "You've broken one of Passionella's sacred rules, and yet Linda and Emma turn a blind eye. Actually, that's the last thing they do. They stare spellbound at your boobs at every available opportunity, and you make sure there are many, despite their obvious and blatant contravention of the rules."

Rachel looked indignant.

"What rules would those be?" she demanded.

Fiona now joined in. "Oh, little Miss Innocent! One rule, the most fiercely enforced, a cornerstone of what Passionella stands for."

Rachel raised an eyebrow.

"No plastic surgery!" Fiona exclaimed.

"What? Oh, really! You cow!" Rachel retorted indignantly. "You're just so jealous, aren't you. You just can't believe these are real, can you," she continued, cupping her exceptional breasts and raising them high in defiance.

Abigail joined in, drawing attention to her own magnificent, naturally drooping breasts and rounded on Rachel. "Of course yours aren't real! They're impossibly firm and rounded. You're a lying, deceitful cheat and you deserve to be punished, at least as severely as Julia."

That was a punishment? Punish me more!, I thought to myself.

Rachel protested some more but the girls were unconvinced. Then Fiona had an idea.

"OK, then let one of us try them," suggested Fiona, "let us squeeze them and fondle them and feel their weight and texture. Let one of us pass judgement." Abigail and Vikki nodded in agreement.

Vikki immediately stood up and reached out to untie Rachel's Kimono belt but its wearer stepped back, protesting: "Just a moment. It's my body, so I get to choose." Vikki looked frustrated and Abigail suggested that the process might be rigged, contesting that "you're sure to choose your fellow cheat," and nodded her head towards me. I was still eager to get my hands on Rachel's boobs but saw my chance slipping away.

Rachel then strode to the cabinet of sex toys and pulled out an impossibly long dildo. She held it up like a ceremonial sword.

"This is how it works," she explained. "Whoever can take this deepest into her pussy gets to test my titties. OK? Who's first?"

Just like pulling Excalibur from the stone, but in reverse.

The girls muttered to each other, then agreed. "Yeah, OK," Vikki announced, "we'll try in alphabetical order."

This was going to be what can best be described as an 'interesting challenge', a test more of motivation than anatomy.

Abigail took the dildo from Rachel and smeared gel along the whole of its length, as far as the protruding thumb-like knob that separated the 10 inch long 'business' end from the handle.

She lay back on the crumpled pile of cushions on the floor and stabbed its tip against her hole. She coaxed it in as her lips parted but from the look on her face she was not enjoying the feeling. Her pussy had been well used that evening and she gave up with less than half of the dildo buried.

As she withdrew it, Vikki measured the dildo against a bread stick and invited Abigail to mark her achievement in her own lipstick colour.

Fiona took the tool from her and applied some more lube. "Rachel, this is for you" she announced, and lay back on the sofa. Pulling her knees up, she pushed the dildo slowly and steadily into her vaginal opening. She easily reached Abigail's depth and the dildo continued its inexorable journey inwards. By the three-quarters distance, Fiona had slowed to a halt and instead began a series of short push-pull movements. She tried to look relaxed but the expression on her face betrayed her discomfort. She soon succumbed and admitted defeat of a sort, but was still happy to have exceeded Abigail's depth.

Vikki placed her thumbnail on the shaft at the point where it entered Fiona's pussy, deliberately grazing her clit in the process. She pulled the object purposefully, and measured it off against the Grisino. Fiona rummaged in her bag and retrieved her lipstick, striking a triumphant mark across the bread-stick.

Then it was my turn.

The dildo was still warm when I took it from Vikki. It was also still wet with Fiona's juices.

My pussy was not just warm, it was burning hot. And it was not just wet, it was oozing cream as I thought of the prize that awaited the successful dildo-dipper.

So I would not topple backwards, I stood with my back to the wall. I parted my feet slightly and crouched down. I rested the handle end of the dildo on the floor, placed its tip against my pussy opening and sank slowly down onto its frightening length.

I heard the assembled audience gasp as all but the last 3cm disappeared into my vagina. But I stifled my own gasps of pleasure, surprise and trepidation.

Abigail and Fiona murmured their resignation as they saw they were clearly beaten. But I hadn't finished.

I slumped my body forward onto my knees and rocked gently on the balls of my feet. I could feel the tool slipping further in with each movement, giving me the most awesome feeling of fullness I'd ever experienced as it stretched me wide and probed deep into my soft flesh.

I knew it was fully in when the 'thumb' struck my clit. I flinched, and tried to smile.

Rachel looked pleased as she helped my to my feet. I extracted the dildo slowly; it seemed to go on for ever and I was as amazed as the others that I had been able to take so much inside me.

Stevie had emerged from the bathroom and was sitting quietly at the end of the room. I offered the tool to her but she waved it away, conceding defeat. "Go ahead Julia, claim your prize, that's unbeatable."

But Vikki had not conceded. "Could be a dead heat. Then we'd need a tie-breaker." The girls nodded and agreed that Vikki could take her turn.

Vikki snatched the toy from me and spat saliva along its length. She ran a finger up and down to spread the lubricant. Then, kneeling on the cushions, she supported her weight on one elbow whilst reaching between her legs to insert the shaft between her lips. We all gathered around and had a clear view of her moist, glistening labia as they parted and wiped along the length of the disappearing phallus. I'm sure that's what she intended.

But she stopped pushing with several centimetres still visible. Expertly fingering the handle, she twisted the object and stabbed at her snatch but was unable to swallow any more.

Vikki looked up at Stevie. "Help me, won't you? Come and fuck me deep, baby!"

But Stevie shook her head, replying: "Sorry, you're on your own."

Disgruntled, Vikki relinquished the pole and handed the spoils of war to me in reluctant acknowledgement of my victory. "OK, Julia, it's up to you now. We need a verdict. Are they real or the creation of a surgeon? True or false? As nature intended? Or straight out of a catalogue."

Rachel walked purposefully towards me, untied her kimono and slipped it off her shoulders as she pushed them back. There, in front of me, were the most gorgeous breasts imaginable. Perfectly symmetrical, smooth, round and perched high on her rib-cage. Too good to be true? I'd admired them from afar and now my secret desire had been somehow legitimised. But I was not about to let that spoil my enjoyment.

Reaching forward, I placed the palms of my hands over her nipples and closed my thumbs and fingers around her twin mounds. Rachel closed her eyes and I sighed with relief and pleasure. I massaged them, squeezed them and lifted them.

What made me an expert? Had I such depth of experience that I could tell, for certain, that a pair of boobs was totally natural?

I needn't have worried.

"Real!" I pronounced.

There was no way whatsoever that these warm, firm yet fleshy objects of envy and desire could be anything else.

The mood in the room lightened noticeably and the girls chatted amongst themselves. Me, I looked deep into Rachel's eyes and continued to fondle her breasts. She made no suggestion that I should stop and her eyes became moist and dreamy. She looked up, tilted her head back and dropped her eyelids as she sighed a deep sigh of joy.

Rachel had been tethered for much of the evening whilst we had fucked and frigged our way to more than a dozen orgasms between us. She was obviously aroused and needed, indeed deserved, a release of her own.

Pulling away from me, Rachel bent down and picked up the long phallus. Putting its handle in my palm, Rachel pressed down on my shoulders, signalling that I should kneel down in front of her. Holding the dildo, my face close to her pussy, I could see her wet and massively engorged labial lips protruding from her dark pubic hair.

Rachel squatted a little, parting her knees. "Right inside, Julia. I can take it," she whispered.

Coaxing such a long tool into my own vagina had been a challenge, but into another woman's was altogether a much greater responsibility. Would I hurt her? How would I know when to stop?" I wondered.

I need not have worried. I held her hot lips apart with the fingers of my free hand and the entire length slid smoothly and completely into her tunnel, meeting precious little resistance. After a few gentle thrusts, the protruding 'thumb' contacted Rachel's clit and she shuddered. Digging her nails into my shoulders, Rachel cried "Do me, Julia," adding: "Shit, I need to come so badly!" I banged the tool deep into her, twisting it so the knob rubbed across her button on every long 'in' stroke. Rachel's juices gushed from her pussy, running over my hand and making the dildo slippery and difficult to grip.

Her screams echoed in my ears as she came violently. Her climax seemed to go on for ages and I felt her powerful pussy muscles suck the dildo right into her with each convulsion. Finally, she leant her entire weight on me and bent her head down to whisper "thank you" in my ear.

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