This is the thirteenth and final 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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January 2nd
Maggie stirred in the bed. The dream she had been enjoying involved the beautiful Irina lapping at her pussy as the Count pushed his penis into her mouth. As her eyes opened she realised that half of her dream was coming true as she felt a soft tongue run slowly along her slit and there was a head shaped bump in the duvet directly above her groin. Lifting up the duvet and peering underneath she saw the gorgeous brunette smile up at her with her green eyes sparkling, "Good Morning Maggie," she said in that sexy, husky voice and went back to planting small kisses and licks to Maggie`s pussy.
Irina obviously liked to talk during sex as she carried on a one sided conversation with Maggie in between small licks, kisses and nips with her teeth. "The Count likes you I can tell. I`m sorry that I was two tired last night to satisfy you after he left. Oh you like that don`t you?" as Maggie sighed deeply after a particularly hard suck on her clitoris."Let`s concentrate on that then." As the suction became harder and more intense.You are so tasty Maggie, and you gave me such a beautiful orgasm last night that I felt guilty about not returning the favour."
Maggie bucked hard against the mattress, her back leaving the bed and her body supported by just the back of her head and her heels as Irina sucked hard on her clit, her tongue flicking the hard knot of nerves at the apex of Maggie`s slit that was gripped between Irina`s brilliant white teeth. Maggie`s climax was intense and long leaving her moaning gently as Irina went back to long lascivious licks the entire length of Maggie`s snatch.
"Let`s see if we can come one more time before I have to leave," Irina`s muffled voice came from under the duvet as she inserted two fingers into Maggie`s dripping pussy and rubbed with a featherlike touch over her G-spot. Maggie was writhing around in extasy now as Irina was hitting all the right spots, and when she sucked on Maggie`s clit once more Maggie felt herself shudder as her orgasm exploded within her.
She was still lying shaking on the bed when Irina slid from under the covers, wiped a hand across her mouth and dressed quickly in her green dress. Her thigh high stockings were pushed into her handbag before she knelt on the bed and kissed a still twitching Maggie on the lips and left the room.
It was several minutes before Maggie felt recovered enough to leave the bed and use the toilet. Standing in the shower she could still feel the slight tremors shaking her body from the two orgasms Irina had induced in quick succession.
Maggie spent a long time in the shower washing her hair and running her lady shaver over her body. She knew they were leaving today but was not sure when. Once she had finished and had blow dried her hair to its wavy and shiny best she dressed casually in tight designer jeans from Joop and a fluffy green jumper from Zara and went to find out what the plans were for the day.
As she reached the entrance hall she was just in time to see Joseph and Greta walking hand in hand behind Irina as they left for their new adventure in Bucharest. Upon seeing Maggie, Greta broke Joseph`s grip and ran back to her and hugged her mumbling thanks into Maggie`s jumper as her eyes filled with tears of joy. Then she was gone. Irina gave Maggie a chaste wave as she slid gracefully into the back of the large black car with the Count`s symbol on it`s door. Maggie watched the car disappear before going to find her friends.
The dining room was quite busy. Fahima and Ken were there and there was a huge pile of Fahima`s luggage in the corner. Apparently she and Ken were leaving for Paris within the hour. Franky sat with her usual mug of coffee. Gabrielle was sitting and sharing jokes with Mikel and Charlotte. There was no sign of the Count, but the staff were all running around filling plates and coffee pots, although most looked like that had severe hangovers from either alcohol or sex, and in most cases both.
As she poured herself a coffee Maggie heard the helicopter fly overhead. Franky told her that Mikel and the Count had had to leave as there was a small crisis they had to take care of in Bucharest. The Count would hopefully join up with them for the return flight that evening.
The conversation revolved around the party last evening and all agreed it had been a really splendid affair. Everybody agreed that Greta and Joseph made a wonderful couple and that the sexy Ms Balukova was a fabulously beautiful woman. The treatment of his staff by the Count was also a major topic of conversation as they discussed all of the presents he had showered on his employees and in the end they had agreed that working for him wasn`t all that bad.
Gabrielle had spent the evening with Mikel, and if Maggie could read between the lines, the Italian girl was slightly in love with the Count`s suave brother. Charlotte had slept alone after spending an hour in the bath trying to remove the olive oil that had seemed to find its way into every crevice of her body. She did say however, that the oil had done wonders for her hair, and it shone now even more than normal.
Franky told them that the helicopter would be leaving at four to take them to Bucharest airport. In between it would ferry Ken and Fahima to the airport to catch their connecting flight to Charles de Gaul. As if on cue they heard the helicopter land as they were finishing up the last scraps of their breakfast.
All the girls exchanged hugs and kisses with Fahima and swapped e-mails and mobile numbers and promised to stay in touch. Ken blushed as he received huge hugs and kisses from Franky, Maggie, Charlotte and Gabrielle before he helped the porters to ferry Fahima`s huge wardrobe to the waiting helicopter. The girls all stood a safe distance away waving as the helicopter took off and headed towards Bucharest from where Ken and Fahima would fly on to Paris.
Passing through the entrance hallway she saw piles of luggage waiting for their departure, so Maggie hurried upstairs to complete her packing.
Maggie was slightly sad as she made her way upstairs to pack. All of the people she had got to know over the Christmas had all departed, and as with every holiday there was a certain melancholy as it ended, although tinged with excitement at returning home to the friends they had there.
Entering her room she was pleasantly surprised when she saw Maria sitting on the end of her bed. The American doctor looked fabulous as always in a cream skirt suit and scarlet blouse. The skirt was long, finishing half way up her slender calf and a white fur coat was slung over the sofa by the fire.