Sex Practice, page 16
"And what about you?" Ravenhugh asked. "Don't I get to fuck your tight cunt?"
"Oh, you are a naughty taxman! We'll see how you get on with these two first."
Kneeling between Christine's splayed thighs, Ravenhugh looked down as Brigit grabbed his solid penis and presented the purple head to the girl's gaping vaginal entrance. "OK, let the fucking commence!" she cried, grinning at Christine as Ravenhugh's cock slipped deep into her silky sex sheath. "Your cock's found its tax haven, so now fuck the bitch and fill her cunt with tax-free spunk!"
"No!" Christine objected as her body rocked with the thrusts. "When my mother finds out that..."
"Your mother will never find out," Brigit laughed, moving to her victim's side and licking her erect nipples. "Mmm, you've got nice tits, nice and firm. I like your body, Christine, I might allow you to tongue-fuck my cunt if you're a good girl. You'd love to come, wouldn't you?" Brigit asked the girl, moving up her naked body and kissing her mouth.
Turning her head away, Christine pulled on her bonds. "You filthy lesbian!" she spat as Ravenhugh increased his rhythm and began to gasp. "You filthy bloody lesbian!"
"God, here it comes!" Ravenhugh cried, grabbing the girl's hips and driving his throbbing glans deep into her tightening cunt. "I'm... I'm coming!"
Reaching down to Christine's yawning sex slit, Brigit massaged her erect clitoris, determined to take her prisoner to orgasm as the taxman grimaced and pumped out his sperm. Driving his rock-hard cock in and out of the quivering girl's sex duct, filling her love sheath with his gushing spunk, Ravenhugh gasped. "God, she's tight!" he cried. "Christ, she's got a beautiful cunt!"
Grinning as Christine began to breathe heavily in the beginnings of her own climax, Brigit massaged the girl's clitoris faster, praying that the debauchery would ensure that Ravenhugh would write off Larry's tax demand. She'd have to offer the man more sex, she mused as Christine sang out in her coming. One session of sex wouldn't be enough, she knew. She'd have to promise him all the sex he wanted - but only until Larry was off the hook. Then, just for kicks, Brigit would show Mrs Taxman the photographs of her adulterous husband - and all hell would be let loose!
Peering round the doorway, watching the lewd scene, Larry frowned. What the hell was going on? Deciding to take some incriminating photographs, he reached out and took the camera from the shelf without Monica noticing him.
Focusing on Ravenhugh, he grinned. Now he had the taxman where he wanted him, he reflected, clicking the shutter. Oblivious to the flash, Ravenhugh continued his adulterous fucking, his cunny-wet cock repeatedly emerging from Christine's spasming pussy sheath and driving deep into her body, pumping the last of his spunk into her spasming vagina.
This was the break Larry needed, he reflected, taking another shot as Ravenhugh withdrew his glistening penis from Christine's sperm-bubbling cunt. If he could lure Venereal and Fullcrack into his den of iniquity and offer them the sexual delights of Brigit and Christine's bodies, he'd come out on top - they'd all come out on top!
"I'd better be going," Ravenhugh said, zipping his trousers.
"I thought you were going to fuck Monica?" Brigit asked, surprised.
"I have an important appointment, so... I'll be in touch."
"In touch about what?" Brigit frowned, massaging the last pulsations of orgasm from Christine's swollen clitoris to the accompaniment of the girl's whimpers.
"About... well, about coming here again, I suppose."
"And why would you want to come back here?"
"To... to see you and..."
"And have sex?"
"Well, yes, if that's OK."
"Yes, that's OK. You can see yourself out. Oh, by the way, don't forget that I have the photographs. I'm sure your wife wouldn't take too kindly to your adultery, if you get my meaning."
"Yes, I get your meaning. It won't be easy, but I'll ensure that Doctor Lickman won't be sent a tax demand. Well, goodbye for now."
"Bye, Mr Taxman."
Hurriedly slipping into his consulting room as Ravenhugh walked through the hall and left the building, Larry rubbed his chin. That might be his tax problems sorted out, he mused, but what about Christine Cology and Monica? They presented major problems, especially Monica! Returning to the bondage room, wondering what the hell to do, Larry stood by Monica and grinned.
"What are you up to?" he asked the flushed-faced woman as he focused on her hairless vaginal lips. "Is this how you behave the minute my back's turned? I thought you were virtuous, wholesome and..."
"No, it's not like that! Brigit tricked me and tied me down!"
"Larry, you're back!" Brigit beamed, deserting her trembling prisoner and joining him by Monica's side.
"Yes, I'm back. What the hell's going on here?"
"Well, I've captured Monica, as you can see, and..."
"Now that you've taken her prisoner, what do you intend to do with her? I don't think this is a good idea, Brigit."
"What do you intend to do with Christine now that you've taken her prisoner?" Brigit returned.
"All right, we're quits. What we do now, God only knows!"
"Doctor Lickman!" Monica bellowed, her ample breasts heaving as she struggled to free herself. "Release me this instant or I'll..."
"She's been making futile threats for ages!" Brigit laughed. "She's becoming somewhat boring!"
"Monica," Larry smiled, running his fingers over her fleshy sex lips. "You seem to have got yourself into a rather difficult predicament. What I suggest we do is..."
"And I suggest that you release..."
"You're in no position to suggest anything, Monica! Now, listen to me. Brigit has dealt with the taxman admirably. Fullcrack and Venereal... well, I have plans for them. That leaves you and Christine, does it not? Christine won't be a problem because she'll not be able to prove a thing."
"Yes, I will!" the girl called.
"Christine, you have no proof whatsoever, so shut up!" Brigit returned. "Unless you want me to sit on your face and bring myself off in your mouth!"
"That just leaves you, Monica," Larry smiled, slipping his finger into the heat of the woman's accommodating vaginal cavern. "As I was saying, what I suggest is this. You have no proof, apart from your shaved fanny, but that's circumcisional because you could have quite easily shaved yourself. You can't prove that Brigit stole your vulval curls. So, what I'm going to do is keep you here as my prisoner..."
"You can't do that!" Monica returned, squirming as Larry slipped another finger into her long-neglected cunt.
"All right, what would you suggest, then?"
"Let me go! You have no choice!"
"What, and have you go running to the police as you did before?"
"No, no I'll keep quiet, I promise you."
"Promises are made to be broken, Monica, as are marriage vows, the vows that nuns make... an old crumbly as you are, I'm sure I'll be able to sell you for sex. Yes, if I cover your ugly face with a piece of old sacking, I'm sure..."
"Doctor Lickman, unless you untie me..."
"Shit, someone's in reception!" Larry gasped, pressing the button and concealing Christine's tethered body. "Quickly, Brigit, get out there and deal with it! We'll continue our chat later, Monica," Larry whispered, leaving the room.
Locking the door as Brigit raced down the hall, Larry composed himself and entered his consulting room, wondering what other problems the day would throw at him. Lifting the ringing phone as he sat on the edge of his desk, he asked Brigit what was going on.
"It's Gina Cology!" the girl whispered excitably. "She wants to see you!"
"OK, OK send her along."
"But what about..."
"I'll deal with Gina, Brigit, have no fear of that! When you've shown her in, bring me a length of rope and a pair of handcuffs."
"A pair of handcuffs?"
"Yes, you do know what handcuffs are, don't you?"
"Well, yes, but..."
"Just do it, Brigit."
What the hell Larry planned to do, he had no idea, but seeing as he already had two prisoners, he decided that a third wouldn't really make much difference. Might as well be hung for a lamb as a sheep. Taking a deep breath as female voices emanated from the hall, he straightened his tie and donned a huge grin.
"Gina!" he greeted the woman as she stormed into the room. "How insufferable it is to see you again. As I hadn't heard from you for a while, I'd hoped you'd met with a gruesome death! It really is horrible to see you again!"
"Likewise, I'm sure!" she spat, standing before Larry with her arms folded. "I want to know where my daughter is!"
"Where did you leave her?"
"Don't play games with me! I want to know where you're keeping Christine!"
"Keeping her? I'm sorry, I don't understand."
"She came here and... what have you done with her?"
"She came here? What, she had an orgasm, here, in my insulting room?"
"Don't be ridiculous! She came here to see you and..."
"When did this alleged visitation take place?"
"You know very well when! She came here dressed as a nun and..."
"There you are, then. She's obviously found God, and I wouldn't mind betting that you'll find her praying in the nearest cuntery... I mean, nunnery. I'll check Yellow Pages. What would it be under? Nunneries, I suppose."
"Don't be so stupid!"
"It could be under nuns or mother superiors or God-fearing virgins or... I wonder whether it's listed under cunts?"
"OK, you win. I'll give you the photographs if you..."
"If I what, Gina? Give you a damned good seeing to, perhaps? How would you like me to spunk up your arse?"
"My God, you're crude!"
"Oh, thank you. Crudity is a speciality of mine. Would you like to hear some more?"
"No, I would not!"
"I'd love to fuck your arse and then suck my sperm out of your bum-hole, Gina."
"I'm not listening!"
"I'd love to shave your cunt and bring you off with a marrow. Do you reckon I could force a marrow up your cunt?"
"Larry, please tell me where my daughter is!"
"Oh, it's Larry now, is it? Well, I must say, Gina, you've changed your tune a bit! Are you yearning for my cock?"
"Of course I'm not, you stupid man!"
"Aren't you in love with me? I'd have thought you'd beg me to fuck you senseless."
"Beg you to... this is serious! You can't abduct girls!"
"Who said I had? Prove it, Gina, prove that I have your daughter locked away somewhere. Prove that I've tied her naked body down and fucked her tight cunt."
"If you've..." Her words tailing off as Brigit entered the room, Gina turned to face the girl, her eyes transfixed on the handcuffs and rope.
As if resigning herself to the fact that she, too, was to become Larry's prisoner, Gina did nothing to resist as Brigit lifted her arms and cuffed her wrists. Presuming that Gina had allowed Brigit to take her prisoner in the hope that she'd be taken to her daughter, Larry rubbed his chin, eyeing the woman's slender body, her cuffed hands clasped as if to protect her vaginal orifice. I wonder whether she as good a fuck as Christine. Ordering Brigit to tie one end of the rope to the handcuffs, Larry moved to the door.
"OK, this way!" he said, leaving the room and walking down the hall to the bondage room. "Right, Gina, I'm going to allow you to see your precious daughter. If you'd be so good as to follow me," he grinned, grabbing the end of the dangling rope and opening the door. "There's Monica, all shaved and ready to be sold for sex!" he chuckled, yanking on the rope and pointing to the tethered woman.
"My God!" Gina gasped. "What have you done to her?"
"Nothing, as yet," Larry laughed. "Would you like me to shave your cunt, Gina?"
"I have never met such a sexual deviant as you in all..."
"Haven't you? Well, you should go to church more often. Churches are full of sexually deviant priests," Larry returned, pressing the concealed button. "Now, there, in my secret room, is Christine!"
Gazing in horror as the wall slid back, Gina slipped the rope and ran across the room to her daughter. Following the distraught woman, his face beaming, Larry secured the end of the rope to a steel ring set in the low ceiling and turned to face his prisoners.
"Before you ask, Gina - yes, I have fucked her!" he laughed.
"Mother!" Christine sobbed. "Please help me! Two men have used me, forced themselves upon me and..."
"Oh, Christine!" Larry smiled. "How can you say that I forced myself upon you? You begged me to fuck you."
"I did not!"
"And you pleaded with the taxman to... what were your words? Oh yes, you begged him to, shove it right up my cunt and fill me with spunk."
"Mother, I..."
"It's all right, Christine, I know he's lying," Gina consoled her trembling daughter. Turning to Larry, her lips twisting in anger, she scowled. "OK, you win. I'll give you the photographs if you let us go free."
"But I haven't fucked you yet, Gina! I've fucked your daughter's tight cunt, and now I'm going to fuck yours!"
"If you come anywhere near me, I'll..."
Releasing the knot from the steel ring and pulling on the rope, Larry raised Gina's arms high above her head, grinning as he eyed her firm breasts ballooning her tight blouse. Securing the rope, his penis stiffening at the prospect of screwing Gina Cology's tight vagina, he knelt before his fearful prisoner. Tying lengths of rope to her ankles as Christine lifted her head and looked on in horror, Larry forced Gina to stand with her feet wide apart and secured the ropes to steel rings set in the far walls.
"There, that should do it!" he grinned, standing and unbuttoning the woman's blouse. "Let's show your daughter what your tits look like, shall we?" Remaining silent as Larry opened her blouse and lifted her red lace bra clear of her firm breasts, Gina closed her eyes, her long blonde hair concealing her flushed face as he sucked each nipple in turn. Licking her darkening areolae, gently biting her milk teats, his penis twitched, desperate for the wet heat of the woman's succulent vagina.
"OK, now let's show Christine your cunt!" he chuckled, tugging his victim's skirt down to her knees. "Oh, red panties - and they're silk! Yes, very alluring! Brigit, why don't you unveil her cunt? You're into cunts, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am!" Brigit trilled, entering the secret room and tweaking Gina's long milk teats. "She's got nice tits, hasn't she?" she remarked, dropping to her knees and gazing longingly the triangular patch of the woman's bulging panties.
"She certainly has! Christine, you can watch your mother writhe in orgasm as Brigit licks and sucks her clitoris. You'd like to watch her come, wouldn't you?"
"I'm not going to watch anything! You're a disgusting man! I hate you!"
"I'm sure you don't hate me. You loved me fucking you, spunking up your cunt, so how can you say that you hate me? OK, Brigit, let's see what Gina's cunt looks like."
Kissing and licking Gina's inner thighs, Brigit tugged the woman's panties down to her knees, revealing her sparse blonde pubes, the deep dividing groove between her pouting sex cushions. Slipping a finger into her juicy love hole, she licked the gentle rise of her mound, the warm flesh above her vaginal crack, breathing in the intoxicating aroma of female sex.
"There's nothing I like more than cunt licking!" she giggled, thrusting her fingers in and out of the woman's vagina. "But before I do that, I want her nicely juiced up. I want her sex juices flowing, pouring out of her beautiful cunt."
"You disgust me, Brigit!" Monica cried from the examination couch.
"There are times when I disgust myself!" Brigit giggled. "Larry, I'd like to cane Gina's bum."
"Be my guest!" he chuckled. "You'd better cut her clothes off first, they'll get in the way."
"No! No, you can't..." Gina gasped.
"I can do what I like to you, Gina, you're my prisoner! Pass me the scissors please, Larry!" Brigit giggled, withdrawing her cunt-juiced fingers from the woman's trembling body.
Taking the scissors, Brigit began by cutting through Gina's skirt, carefully snipping her way up the middle of the tight garment. The material dropping to the floor, she looked up at the horrified woman and smiled. "You've stained your panties," she said, looking down and cutting through the juice-stained red silk. "Your panties are covered with cunt milk." Her eyes almost popping out of her head, Gina looked down in disbelief as Brigit snipped through her panties and tossed the garment aside.
"And now for your blouse and bra," Brigit said softly as she rose to her feet. The audience silent, watching the enforced disrobing, Brigit sniped her way through Gina's blouse, cutting up the sleeves until the shredded material fell away from the woman's quivering body. Cutting her bra in two, her body now naked, Gina was ready for the thrashing of her life.
"Pass me the cane please, Larry," Brigit said, standing behind her victim and focusing on her taut rounded buttocks. Her voice low, husky, Brigit turned her prisoner's head and gazed into her wide eyes. "Have you ever had the pleasure of a good caning, Gina? Have you ever been thrashed?"
The woman said nothing, praying that Brigit was joking, that she wasn't going to administer the cane. Her face flushed, her bottom lip quivering, she watched Larry pass Brigit the thin bamboo cane. "You're... you're not really going to..." she stammered.
"I like caning women," Brigit smiled. "I have a thing about caning women's buttocks, it turns me on. I like to see their bums turn red, scarlet, the weals appearing across their smooth skin as I cane them. I caned a girl once and it turned me on so much that I came in my panties! I came, without even touching my clitty!"
"Please!" Christine cried, gazing at her terrified mother. "Please, you can't cane her!"
"Why can't I?" Brigit asked, kissing the nape of Gina's neck and running her fingers over her rounded buttocks.
"Doctor Lickman!" Monica shrieked. "If you allow..."
"This has nothing to do with me!" he replied, turning to face the appalled woman. "This is between Brigit and Gina, it has nothing to do with me."
"Please!" Gina gasped as Brigit ran the cane over the unblemished skin of her tensed buttocks. "Please, I'll do anything! Money, I'll give you money!"
