This is the eighth part of the second story following the exploits of Maggie, her friends, and the enigmatic and vicious Count Pyre. This story is mainly set in Romania. I only used this country because of the joking Count Dracula similarities. All of the people and places are purely imaginary, and if they bear any resemblance to real people that is unfortunate and unintended. If the story line upsets anyone from that great country I apologise unreservedly.
There are some old characters who make a reappearance, plus plenty of new ones that will hopefully keep you interested. The story contains elements of extreme BDSM that may upset some people. If that is the case with you, then please move on. Apart from that, there is something for everyone. Straight sex, lesbian, toys, lingerie, anal and group sex. I hope you enjoy it. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. If you hate it just leave a bad rating and move on. I am not a professional writer and just do this for a bit of fun. For me the main enjoyment I derive from writing these stories is in creating the characters. If you have strong feelings about any of the persons in the story and would like to read more, or less, about them please leave your remarks in the comments and I will try to accommodate your wishes when Maggie & co. come back for the third story. From the ratings I received for the first Maggie story I know that some of you like my stories, so I hope you like this one. As always, thanks for reading. I wish to emphasise that this is a pure work of fiction and I hold all rights to the work.
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December 25th Christmas Day
Maggie woke suddenly. For a few beats of her heart, she was unsure of where she was. Tony still lay on his back next to her with his arm resting protectively around her shoulders. His chest rising and falling as he slept. Carefully moving his arm, she watched him roll onto his side without waking. Charlotte was on her other side, curled up in a ball and hugging a pillow to her naked breasts. Maggie peeked at Charlotte`s bum in the pale sunlight drifting through the window. Both cheeks were covered in deep bruising of various shades of black, purple and yellow. "That will hurt like hell when you wake up," she told her friend under her breath.
Casting her eyes through the open door to Fahima`s room she saw, or rather heard, what had woken her. Fahima was squealing loudly as Ken was buried to the hilt in her arse. They weren`t squeals of pain, but those of delight, as Fahima pushed her arse back against every thrust of Ken`s prick. There was a huge bottle of lube laying on the bedcovers next to Ken`s knee as he rammed into Fahima again and again.
Maggie watched in silence until Ken grunted loudly, pulled his cock from Fahima`s arse and sprayed large globs of come all over her back and bum. Ken fell back on the covers heaving deep breaths into his lungs as Fahima noticed Maggie watching.
She smiled, waved and then beckoned Maggie over. By the time Maggie had carefully left her bed, trying to ensure that she didn`t wake Tony or Charlotte, and walked bare foot into the next room Ken had rolled onto his side and was snoring loudly.
"Let`s go to your room Maggie. The poor boy needs his sleep. Took me ages to coax him into fucking my arse. I had to suck his dick for about ten minutes before it was hard enough, even then we used about half a pint of lubricant."
After Maggie had checked on Tony and Charlotte, the two girls walked naked down the corridor to Maggie`s room. One of the servants had obviously built the fire up in her absence and there were just enough flames to ignite the logs Maggie added.
Soon the two girls were sitting on the sofa in front of a roaring fire. Fahima had excused herself briefly to shower Ken`s come off her body before cuddling into Maggie`s body as they both stared at the fire.
The room was still only dimly lit as the sun was low in the sky and they sat in silence for a while as the warmth from the hearth caressed their naked skin and the glow of the fire threw shadows flickering across the walls.
Eventually Fahima broke the silence, "Why do some Western men have an aversion to fucking girls in the arse Maggie?"
Maggie paused before she said, "I don`t think it is the men so much as the women. I never had anal until I came to work for the Count. I was over thirty by then, I just couldn't imagine having a man`s cock shoved up my arse."
Fahima shimmied around until she was staring directly into Maggie`s eyes. "Really?" she said, not trying to disguise the sense of amazement in her voice.
"Yes really. It was only with the Count I got over my fear and learned to enjoy the act of anal penetration. I still have only had anal sex with the Count and Tony."
"My God. I had had about twenty different pricks up my arse before I got my first pussy fuck."
Maggie listened avidly as Fahima went on," I suppose it's different in Iran. The pill is not so easy to come by. I was nearly twenty when my maid smuggled me in a year's supply after a visit home to Thailand. All of my boyfriends were petrified of my father, and to be honest I didn`t want to get pregnant. I hated using condoms, so we did the next best thing. It hurt like a bitch at the beginning, but as I got better at it and learned that you had to use a lot of lubricant, I began to really enjoy it. Like I said, I must have let nearly twenty boys have my arse before I let one shag my cunt."
Maggie stood up and threw another log on the fire as she didn`t know what to say to Fahima`s confessions. Fahima seemed to like talking about her sexual adventures and was not even the slightest bit reticent in giving all the dirty details.
As she sat down again Maggie wrapped her arm around Fahima as she curled up in a ball next to her and nuzzled into the side of Maggie`s breast. Fahima was talking again as they fidgeted until finding a comfortable position, "The Count is good at anal isn`t he?"
"I suppose so."
"I remember one day when he visited my father. I was just home from college and the Count stayed overnight with us. My father got called to an emergency at the prison, so I snuck into the Count`s room and woke him up by sucking his balls. This was about a month after our marathon spanking session in the Astoria. He was really angry that I was in his bed uninvited. His face was crimson as he put me over his knee and gave me the hardest spanking of my life. I didn`t think he would ever stop, but he did, bending me over a leather couch in his room and fucking my burning arse with his beautiful thick cock. It really hurt me as he didn`t use any lubricant and refused to let me get any from my room. I was screaming so loud as he fucked and fucked me, then he spurted his come in my arse just as we heard father`s car pull into the drive.
I scurried back to my room as hastily as I could manage, a hand over my arsehole to keep his seed from dripping on the floor. A quick bidet and then I lay in bed crying for the whole day. Luckily father was tired after his night visit, so he to slept during the day. The Count left for an early flight and I didn`t see him again for about six months."
Thinking Fahima was finished Maggie started to stroke Fahima`s hair. After a pause Fahima went on, "The Count came back to Tehran six months later. He was staying in his usual suite at the Astoria. I went to visit him uninvited. I had experienced erotic dreams of him fucking me in the arse ever since that first time. I told the desk clerk that I was delivering an important message from my father. I was dressed exactly how you saw me yesterday so as not to raise suspicion, but underneath I had the most gorgeous lingerie set in black. Gauzy panels covered my breasts and pubic mound. It was so transparent that my shaved pussy and hard nipples were easily visible. I had saved up to buy the most expensive stockings, they were powdery grey with a thick black seam up the back. The black garter belt from the set had a thin belt and four thin straps for each leg. Four-inch heels and I was ready."
Fahima paused and Maggie saw that she was now rubbing herself automatically as she reminisced.
"Well, I went up in the elevator. Oh, I forgot. I had a big handbag that contained only a massive bottle of lube. Anyway, I arrived at the Count`s door and knocked. When he answered I told him I had a present from my father and held up my large handbag. I was puzzled when he said, "Another present. Your father is more than kind." Anyway, he walked into the room, and I followed after shutting the door. The suites in the Astoria are huge. He walked back into the sitting area. He had his back to me, so I stripped off my black garb and took the lube from my bag so that when he turned, I was standing there only in my sexiest underwear, high heels and with a bottle of lube in my hand as I said, "Surprise! His face was like thunder."
Maggie saw her shiver as she stopped her story for a few seconds before asking, "Do you have anything to drink Maggie?" Maggie got up and grabbed her bottle of water from the nightstand and the two girls passed it back and forth as they took sips sitting on the sofa.
Eventually Fahima continued, "By now I was really afraid. This only got worse when I saw father`s cane sitting on the coffee table and that was when I understood his comment about another present. The Count shouted at me, "What do you want you stupid girl. Didn`t you not learn your lesson last time about coming to me uninvited?"
"I was nearly crying now. A stupid little girl. I was just twenty. Dressed in grown ups underwear, with a mad crush on an older man, who she wanted to have him penetrate her annaly, even though the pain of the last time was nearly intolerable. He moved so quickly that I dopped the bottle of lube when he grabbed my arm. Some of the contents spilled onto the expensive Persian rug and that seemed to fuel his anger even more."
Fahima took the bottle from Maggie`s hand, but this time she took a long swig and Maggie watched her slender throat ripple as she swallowed the cold liquid. She wiped her hand across her mouth as Maggie asked, "What happened then?"