The Hogarth Club Ch 34

By the time Roger got to the Drawing room he was almost respectable. The phone rang, he stepped into the room and managed to secure his last shirt button before he arrived at the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Roger, it's Eight."

"Yes, Eight, what news?"

"Lots, Brother dear. Bring my sister-in-law to morning tea tomorrow."

"Eight, just tell me."

"No, I haven't seen Georgina in weeks. Just because you married her doesn't mean you have to hoard her."

Roger was still feeling a glow, he shocked his brother by not arguing.

"OK, Georgina and I will see you for morning tea tomorrow at ten."

"The spare outside, will be dealt with soon. We can add his information to the mix tomorrow."

"No problems Eight, Tell Wicklow Georgina is coming he's sure to arrange something special for her and she might share."

Roger could still hear his brother laughing as he hung up.

Lola watched outside, Brielle was listening at the door. With the volume of the conversation Lola laughed at Brielle's wasted secrecy. Lola decided to keep an eye on her supposed sister.

Lola and Brielle had sneaked away by the time that Georgina joined Roger.

"Can we do that sex slave thing NOW?" Roger asked hopefully.

"Sorry Master, first I need the news from the Orgasm twins. She knew Reggie would succumb, if only to please her."

"News?"

"Yes, Judith is teaching Reggie about Swiss finishing schools, or Reggie is teaching Judith about Sapphic pleasures."

"Well done, plan B worked well."

"No Roger, you made plan B work well. For a duty you were really enjoying yourself."

He smiled, he was truly sprung.

"Yes, I was thinking about that while I was pining in your absence-"

"What an hour?"

"Don't overstep the mark slave or I'll have you beaten!"

"Oh Master, I was hoping you'd beat me yourself."

Roger's look was so hot it could have toasted crumpets.

"Tell me Master, what were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that if a thirty year old presented me a body like Judith's I would be - In like Flynn but because she is old I found it distasteful."

"Good job Reggie doesn't have your prejudices."

Roger took a deep breath he didn't have prejudices. Before he could open his mouth Georgina said, "Yes you do, you have just admitted to being ageist, what else are you?"

"I'm definitely an anti-georginaist."

"What is that Master?"

"I'm prejudiced against anything that is not you."

He pulled Georgina to his side.

"My prejudice was petty, will you let me know if I do that again?"

Georgina kissed him, "No wonder I love you Roger, you never hide behind your ego. Judith said you can put your name on her dance card if I agree. In relation to Judith consider yourself a free agent as long as I am there too."

Roger pulled her closer and reveled in the generosity and warmth of his special woman.

After what seemed like a moment the door flew open.

"Oh, have we been holding you up?"

Reggie had a monster smile almost as big as the one which walked in behind her, it was so big it was barely carried by Judith's face. Judith knelt at the sofa on which they were cuddling.

"Georgina, that was so perceptive, thank you. I came again with Reggie."

"Twice," Reggie asserted.

"I was sure I could deny my father... sorry Roger's version of him, but I was there again. I felt so powerless."

Georgina touched her face, it said so much more than words.

"I really enjoy being a slut, to think I could have done that anytime."

"Anytime you had someone with Roger's empathy."

Judith kissed Roger, "Yes thank you Roger, I would have faltered without your acumen."

Roger was uncomfortable with all this estrogen.

"Is everyone who is non-orgasmic as good a kisser as you?" he asked cheekily.

"She's awesome, kiss Judith properly Georgina, she blows your socks off."

"We should have left you as a shy timorous girl, Reggie stop being so salacious," Roger said.

Reggie gave him a rude gesture. They all laughed. Georgina stood and pulled Roger up.

"My poor dear is frustrated, he ploughed two farrows without planting any seed."

"Well you'd best help him with his rural pursuits."

Judith's smile was so warm it said more than thanks.

"Would you like to join us Judith?" Roger asked.

Reggie stepped in to hold her, she looked off balance.

"You want an old worn woman to corrupt your youthful endeavors and ruin the pleasure you both deserve?"

"I was guilty of seeing your age before your soul, you are too wise to do the same."

Reggie really did have to support Judith.

Judith looked at Georgina with tears in her eyes.

"He is such a keeper, he is as generous as you."

She kissed Roger again a full non-orgasmic kiss. Roger curled his toes to keep his socks on.

"I hope that kiss tells you how much I would like to join you but after years of under-use you and Reggie have left me feeling happily abused. I suspect it's a one-off offer, will you leave it open so I can accept when I will be able to enjoy every little bit of it?"

Reggie pulled them all together in a hug.

"Can I come too?"

"I suspect you already have," Roger said.

Reggie blushed.

—<~>—

The office phone rang.

"King Imports, good afternoon."

"I need some Mountain Court coffee."

"We have Goliath."

"How about three bean?"

Abigail looked at the clock, she'd easily get to Regents Park by three.

"You should try Lake Imports."

"I need it by 10.00am tomorrow."

"Lake Imports are very accommodating."

"Thank you."

Abigail swung the sign on the door to closed and walked to the kitchen to prepare the goods for Haggith.

—<~>—

Brielle could wait no longer it was 2.30pm and her concern was beginning to outweigh her judgment. She threw on a coat and stepped out. She headed for the back of the Institute of Civil Engineers to see if her ally could help her allay her fears, she turned the corner in time to see him being bundled into a plain van. Brielle stopped, Regents Park she thought and set off at a fast pace.

Lola watched Brielle's strange behavior and followed her, Lola had friends to protect, it was important that Brielle pose no threat to them. Through bad luck or skill the girls soon lost contact with each other.

Abigail spotted Haggith, she nodded towards the bench.

"Haggith how are you?"

"Well Abigail."

"So it's on for tomorrow, where do you want the support?"

"At the corner of Broad Sanctuary and Storey's Gate at 9.30am. They can park behind Westminster Abbey. I will try and get the target to walk with me, if they won't. I'll get them on the way back from the Dorchester."

"OK, is the Club set up?"

"Yes, fully staffed and close to one hundred and twenty members. I estimate that they have over eighty incriminating photos already."

"Well done Haggith, Koenig will be pleased with your work."

Abigail pulled two perfume atomizers from her bag and handed them to Haggith.

"It's safer to have two, you can spray them both at the same time."

Haggith brought them to her nose.

"Don't, they are extra strong in case it is windy tomorrow. Just make sure the wind doesn't blow the spray back on you. Are you sure you don't want support?"

"Only backup, if they see anyone strange getting close I will not be able to catch them off guard. If things go wrong can you instruct Uriah not to take Roger out. We need him to negotiate with, he will betray his country even himself for Georgina."

"Oh how sweet, cloying love, a major weakness."

Haggith just shook her head, as if she were agreeing with the sentiment but she would have given her soul to be able to love like Roger. Her smile further reassured her friend, maybe she had already given her soul.

"They've had three bodyguards but that's down to two, do you want them taken out?"

Lola thought, "NO, just delayed is fine. I can handle the extraction if they can be prevented from intervening."

"Yes that's good. Koenig wants as few deaths as possible."

"Do you have the red herring?

"Abigail handed over a knife."

Lola spun it around, she noted the initials.

"JM?"

"Yes, Jock Mosley."

"He's dead."

"Doesn't matter the police will assume its gangland."

Haggith nodded, it had been just a job but now it was getting closer she realized that she would be deserting one set of principles, one set of promises, one set of friends. Irrespective if she proceeded or no, she would be a betrayer."

Abigail thought she was thinking about the job.

"If you miss them on the way out, you will have to re-brief Uriah and his team on where you want to ambush them on the way back to the club. So either way you will see them at 9.30."

Haggith nodded, "I'll be glad when this is all over," she said displaying some of her misgivings for the first time.

"They'll thank you when Britain falls. The country is knackered, it will be within the month. When that happens, they will already be on the right side. You really are helping them Haggith."

She nodded, "I hope so."

"See you tomorrow, if you are successful Koenig will surely grant you a reward fuck. I guess you'll be pleased to be fucked properly after all that namby pamby you have been going through."

Haggith nodded, she was having difficulty in deciding whether she preferred namby pamby or German efficiency.

Abigail rose, kissed Haggith's cheek and wished her well.

The girl hidden in the bushes skilfully followed Abigail undetected, or maybe not. When Brielle turned the corner of Great Smith Street the blond had disappeared .

"Getting closer," she said to herself, as she walked back to the Hogarth Club.

Lola and Brielle walked down opposite ends of Little Sanctuary and met at the door.

"Nice walk?" Lola said.

Brielle brushed past her.

—<~>—

Georgina pulled Roger into their recently vacated room and started tiding the bed. Roger saw her bra and knickers amongst the debris.

"Leave that slave and strip."

Georgina looked at him with that challenging lubricious smile that so turned him on.

"If that's how I may please my Master."

She stared him in the eye and moved slowly, weaving her shoulders and hips together in erotic movement.

"Is this pleasing, Master?"

"Barely, unless you improve you will be removed from my harem and offered to the bookkeepers."

She dipped her head in shame, her shoulders slumped. Roger actually thought he had hurt her. When she looked up the smile remained.

"I will show my Master that I should be promoted to his number one wife."

Her slow dance increased in speed and intensity, her hem brushed her legs swishing past in counter motion to her hips.

"A minimal improvement, I will give your body to my advisers."

She jumped on the bed and danced. Her hands and arms undulated above her head, her hips followed the motion of her limbs. Roger's eyes were glued to her he watched the material of her blouse run across her bare nipples which responded torturing the material almost as much as she was torturing him. Maintaining her stimulating dance she lowered her hands.

Roger was pleased he had driven her to greater efforts.

"Your lips on mine would taste of honey," she said.

She puckered her lips and ran her hands from her knees to her cunt, the skirt followed her hands revealing the top of her thighs her fingers dipped below the hem.

"Oooh, Mnnnnn," Georgina groaned as her hips continued to gyrate against her fingers. She looked Roger in the eye as she brought her fingers to her nose. She sniffed heavily and groaned as she slowly licked her finger's clean. She looked like a cat licking its paws, total concentration and pleasure merged, it was so erotic Roger had to fight to stay still and watch.

"Master may taste the juices formed by my desire for his rod, sliding within me."

Satisfied that she had consumed all of her essence Georgina ran her hands slowly down her neck and over her perky breasts. As if she was surprised to have enjoyed the contact, her eyes flew open and her hands returned. She cupped her breasts and seemed to offer them to Roger. He made a small movement towards her and she quickly spun so he could only see her back.

"Stay, Master!"

The tone belied the words, there was little doubt that was an order.

"I shyly caress myself, ashamed that I may not be pleasing you Master."

Roger saw her elbows moving clearly she was manipulating her tits, he moaned.

Georgina looked over her shoulder, Roger was trying to emulate a statue in more ways than one, he was still and rock hard, his trousers looked like a circus marquee.

"Oh Master, I am thinking about your hands on my unworthy breasts and your tongue owning my nipples."

She spun back, her hands matched her words. It was obvious that Georgina was enjoying pleasuring herself. She held his gaze so firmly he had to work hard to focus on her hands and what they were doing to her tits. Georgina undid the top two buttons of her blouse showing the swell of her breasts. With her tongue playing with her lips she lifted her hands and ran the back of her fingers along the top of her mounds.

"Your tongue is so sweet master," she released the next button, "I can feel it sucking my resistance away and leaving pleasure in its wake."

She dropped her hands back to the blouse and gripped and twisted her tits.

"Ooooh Master you have made my juices flow, I have a waterfall running down my thigh. Oh if only Master would damn my sluttish release. I'm so sorry Master that it happened without you. My cunt needs your libation."

Georgina was still gyrating at the hips although it looked more like grinding, her color had risen, her lips were swollen and begging to be kissed.

"Stay," she said again.

Roger was looking at her dress, it was damp in her crutch, she really was leaking. Seeing the focus of his gaze Georgina lifted her skirt agonizingly slowly the hem to-ed and fro-ed with her movement holding it on her upper thigh she dipped one hand below.

"Ooooh, Master I can feel the head of your monster seeking entrance to my cave. I am too small for you but OOOooooh, Master you are so strong I am invaded and willing, plunder me!" she gasped.

Georgina's hips matched her words she was thrusting again against her fingers. Slowly she brought the offending hand to her lips but instead ripped her blouse open, buttons popped.

"I hope my Master likes my skin, which is trembling for your touch."

Georgina ran her moist fingers around her hard nipple. Her pleasure was manifest, Roger was sure she would come all by himself. He moved again. Plundering, yes that was what he wanted to do.

"Stay Master, I am still clothed."

"Well get them off or I will slave."

Georgina dipped her head.

"I have displeased my Master?"

"For fucks sake Georgina just get your kit off, I'm playing volcanoes here."

"Does Master want to erupt?"

"In you slave!"

Georgina's smile was suggestively erotic.

She dipped her other hand in her juices, fucking her fingers before she lifted them and rubbed her nectar into her other nipple.

"Will you caress my breasts, bite my nipples baste them with your juices. Master will you rub your glorious come all over my orbs?"

Georgina had removed the ruined blouse and was now fondling her breasts and teasing her nipples.

"Master, will you fuck every inch of your slave?"

Roger growled, Georgina added to the erotic intensity of her smile. He looked over aroused.

She spun around and threw the skirt over her back, he could see her diamond sparkling with moisture. Hands appeared between her legs and parted her lips, her cunt was dripping.

"I am but an animal in your illustrious presence, I present myself for your enjoyment."

Rogers patience snapped, having removed the tent, he leapt on the bed and thrust himself inside her. He bottomed out with no resistance.

"About time... sorry, thank you Master for taking your slave."

Roger plunged into her using here hips as handles. He violently abused her cunt while Georgina pleaded encouragement.

"Fuck me Master, fuck me," she groaned.

Roger could feel her need, her heat. He felt the pleasure tingle in his stomach and radiate outward gaining momentum as his need yearned for liberation.

"Yes, Master, yes more, keep going."

He couldn't nor did he want to delay, he reached around her leg and found her clit, he collected some of the stray juices on the way. Her hard nub seemed to fight his fingers but he won.

"I love you!" he screamed as his first string of pearls hammered her womb. Her cunt was fluttering in orgasm his pleasure increased as he rammed and rammed into her. Her heat transferred to his core.

"More Roger more," she screamed.

He liked that Master had gone, she was being driven by passion.

Roger kept pounding because she asked and because he couldn't stop. He had delivered his load but he was still hard his cock demanded more.

He felt a hand on his balls her willing fingers played, then was joined by her other hand.

"Fuck me Master, fuuuuck me! Ram your still hard royal cock so hard it hits my tonsils."

Roger felt a familiar churning, he dismissed it men were not multi-orgasmic. He felt a finger tease his perineum.

"Come inside Master, I need your come to survive, without you I am nothing. Fill me, fuck me, use me..."

Georgina had taken over half of the motion she was spearing herself on him, her cunt had hardly stopped quivering she was enjoying one long orgasm. He felt the churning again and gave into it.

Georgina heard his breath change.

"Come Master, come. Show me why you are revered by all in your harem."

She pulled him in harder by the balls, pleasure and pain were the same for Roger he didn't care. He was balancing on the edge until she pushed her finger up his arse. He exploded again."

"Master, you are truly Masterful, merge your juices with mine in ecstatic union."

He didn't need the encouragement, he remembered seeing the exposed piston of a ship's engine, well that was Roger, he pistoned into her without remission or remorse. He drove and drove until Georgina fell boneless in his arms. They collapsed on the bed together.

Georgina stirred in his arms, "Four," she whispered.

"Four?"

"I felt four streams of your come hit my insides."

Roger kissed her.

"Five will be difficult but I'm sure we'll manage it."

He wrapped her in warm possessive love both physical and emotional. She fell willingly into both.