Fran looked me squarely in the eye as instructed, but failed to speak. For several moments she seemed to undergo some severe internal struggle. Finally she gave an embarrassed giggle and blushed again. "Well," she confessed, "maybe I didn't argue very hard. And," she added, "Connie's right. Sam was better."
"The other one wasn't bad, though," said Connie as if evaluating different wines. "But he was a bit –"
I interrupted. It had been an entertaining discussion but it was not getting my work done. I told them they were beautiful sexy young women and that nothing could be more natural than some wholesome fucking. I reiterated that so long as they were there when I wanted them, they were fancy free the rest of the time. They left my office bickering quietly, but in a friendly way. ("Constance Amoah, how could you show me up like that in front of James? I've never been so embarrassed in –" "Jeez, Fran, lighten up. I told you he wouldn't mind." And so on as they receded.)
It always pleased me to see my girls on good terms and it was with a light heart that I returned to my paperwork, making encouraging progress before I set off for Bayswater. At ten past twelve I was ringing Gina's doorbell. The door opened a short way and a bare black arm reached round and pulled me inside.
The naked Gina put her arms round me and kissed me passionately. "Good to see you, hun. Let's get these off." As we made quick work of getting me out of my clothes, I was looking round for the promised East European girl. "I've got you a good one, Jim honey," Gina assured me. "She's getting ready. I'll fetch her."
She vanished into the bedroom and reappeared a moment later, holding the door open. "Olga," she announced like an impresario introducing his top act. "She's from Estonia," she added. And this girl appeared.
Olga was sensational. Entirely naked apart from high-heeled slingbacks, and immaculately shaven I noticed, she was tall and almost statuesque. Fair-skinned and with very blonde hair of medium length, she looked like a Nordic goddess. Although by no means skinny, she had less meat than I normally like to see on a girl but she still achieved an impression of curviness because of the remarkable narrowness of her waist compared with her shoulders and hips. This effect was added to by her breasts, which were a very respectable C, borderline D. They had the precisely defined hemisphericity one sometimes sees with implants, but it was evident that no surgeon's knife had ever pierced that perfect flesh. Her features were beautifully defined, with blue-grey eyes and very kissable lips. She looked no more than nineteen.
She set eyes on me with a fleeting but unmistakable look of disappointment and turned to Gina. "You said –" she began in a thick accent.
"Isn't he
gorgeous
? Isn't he just beautiful?" enthused Gina.
A kind of "Oh, I get it" look passed across her face and she looked at me with sudden desire. "Chim, darlink, you vonderful man," she purred, slinking across the room into my arms and kissing me full on the lips. She was putting this on, I knew, for it was far too soon for FUCK to have taken effect, but she was doing it beautifully. And in a few minutes, I reminded myself, there would be no pretence about it.
We all three piled onto Gina's king-size bed. Olga was such a good actress that it was hard for me to tell when FUCK took over, although it must have been some time after she left a condom handy by the bed but before I dodged her crafty attempt, a couple of minutes later, to slip onto my unsheathed cock before I was ready for her.
I wanted to do Gina first. Olga held onto me and kissed me as I pounded away in Gina's wet black cunt, and when I came I managed to cut off the spunk after the first couple of spurts and pushed Olga quite forcibly down onto her back. Immediately I got on top of her and pushed my cock inside her. She was tighter than I expected but I had no time to be gentle. As I forced my way in she winced with pain even as she moaned with pleasure, and as I penetrated deeper I could feel her body tightening more and more with sexual tension.
I had time for only a couple of thrusts before my control gave way and I let her have it. As the first jet escaped me all her tautness seemed to dissolve away in a moment of supreme orgasmic release, only for her to tense again immediately as if awaiting my next blast. When I delivered it, a second or two later, she came again, but then flexed once more. Even in the grip of my own orgasm I asserted what penile control I could to delay each spurt as much as possible so as to hold her between tension and release. And as each jet spattered inside her, she came again, and again, and again. With eyes rolled back so that only the whites were showing, and gasping desperately for air, she seemed to be in an agony of sexual fulfilment. Finally I could tell I was almost drained so I pulled back more than usual. Some deep sexual instinct made her respond by bracing her body so tightly that, even with my weight on top of her, her back arched and raised her buttocks well clear of the bed. Then I drove deep into her and released a final gush of spunk far more copious than I had expected and this time her catharsis was total.
"I could get used to this," I thought on the tube on my way back to work. "In fact, I think I shall."
By latish afternoon I felt Gina would be able to take a call. I thanked her for finding Olga for me.
"Don't mention it hun. You've already thanked me enough. Jim, honey, how d'you fuck like that? Olga's still completely out of it, you know. Does that happen with every girl you fuck?"
"I'm afraid so," I confessed. It was a bit of a shock to realise that I not yet found time to tell Gina about FUCK. No wonder she was bemused. But I did not feel like giving a full explanation over the phone. "Don't worry about it," I told her.
