Belles Story Bk 02 Ch 06

Belle's Story, Bk. 02 Ch. 06: Hen night party.

(CAUTION: This chapter was written in collaboration with my online senior fiancée PixieHoff and contains racial insults, such debasement is sexually very pleasing for Sansa. We have a lot of fun bouncing story ideas between us. We hope that you, our dear reader, will enjoy it as much as we do.)

It being Sunday the 17th of October, the date of the Hen Night for the four couples getting married, i.e. Lali & Piti, Sooni & Riya, Inika & Javi and Emily & Belle. Because of the party, not one of the Chelsea Exclusives' escorts has a date and is free to enjoy the party. The party is being hosted by our manager Michelle and the ladies of the White House (Chelsea Exclusives' home) which is the venue for the party and starts at 8:30 p.m.

While the ladies of the White House are preparing the party, discussing how to enjoy the company of the ladies from India House, we are enjoying a nice lie in. Apart from our usual preparations to go out, we enjoy breakfast in bed, served by our 6 Indian servants, we stay there until almost midday. When we do get up, shower and dress ourselves we all congregate in the kitchen and talk excitedly about our upcoming quadruple wedding and reception on Wednesday the 20th in just 4 days time then, two days later we all fly first-class to Delhi on Friday the 22nd for our honeymoon which we plan to last at least a month.

We also discuss our very private 'Last Night' party, effectively an orgy, that the four bridal couples will enjoy in our suite. We have made no secret that Emily is to be the senior bride and I am to be the junior bride. What we haven't yet disclosed is that I am now delighted to be Emily's submissive. However everyone is aware that in marrying, Emily & I will both 'endow each other with all our worldly goods'. Other clues to our change in circumstances is that I, not a chatterbox, have become a little quieter and keen eyed observers may have recognised that Emily has almost imperceptibly morphed to speak on my behalf. I am impossibly happy and can see that my senior bride is too.

A servant announces the tea, coffee and cakes are available in the lounge, so still chatting about the busy week of partying ahead of us, we make our way there. Since the quadruple wedding was planned, our ladies have been teaching us some useful words and phrases to use in India. I try a phrase taught to me by Javi, on Piti: "Suar ka batcha nana ka pooch." I'm about to look smug while they congratulate me, but everyone except Emily explodes into laughter and Javi is mock-scolded for being so naughty. Piti realises that I'm none the wiser and tells me that the phrase means: 'Grandfather is asking for the leftovers of the pig!" Emily & I burst out laughing and Emily says with a grin: "Perhaps we'll stick with speaking English, I think it unlikely we will need to say that very often!"

After tea, Emily takes my hand and leads me upstairs to her suite. I just love the transfer of responsibility, it makes me feel so free. As we enter her suite, I can't help hoping it will be me folding a bath mat on which to kneel, all the serious issues, outside our relationship and our work, no longer concern me and it feels wonderful.

As is our way, we kiss-strip each other in the bedroom and both naked, with a cheeky grin Emily takes my hand and leads me into the bathroom. She points to the bath mat and without having to say a word, I know exactly what to do and really yearn to do it! We lather each other with shower gel, using much more than necessary, but it's so sensual to ensure the lather reaches every single part of our ONE true love. That done, Emily turns on the shower and stands under it with a huge grin, her legs wide apart. I fold the bath mat and place it in position between her legs then take my rightful place kneeling on it and looking up to see the best view in the world!

With Emily's hands guiding me, as the shower water flows off her treasure and onto my face, I feel my way using my tongue and fingers until glory of glories, my lips close around her button sheltering it like an umbrella. However, my umbrella has a nice treat and my tongue makes it presence known in its lovely way, stroking the tip of her button from side to side. It peeps out and my senior fiancée whimpers her pleasure. My fingers differentiate her essence from the water in the relative shelter between her legs, I'm able to scoop it from her happy valley with my forefinger and transfer it to her rosebud. She purrs her approval. Biting softy on her button, I push on my finger which slips into her back passage. Her purr becomes a throaty moan, she pulls my head to her treasure and I revel in the intimacy.

Emily moans as her button aches at my lips. Her rosebud opens and my finger penetrates her. She presses down on my finger, squatting slightly, allowing me greater access to her.

I press my face against her treasure, my tongue flicking the tip of her button with greater purpose. I remove my finger and trail two fingers in her happy valley then, when coated, return them to her rosebud, inserting the two of them easily.

Emily reflects on me, as her junior wife to be, embracing my slutty side, playing to perfection the role of her slutty paki whore, wanting her white arsehole and her aching white clitoris. We feel each other's tingles as one and the same, my brown fingers in her dark hole making her moan. My face pressed against her smooth mound, the water cascading off the back of my head, down my back and off my slutty paki arse, making her want me. She automatically begins to squat, opening both her sex holes to me so I can exercise my full, slutty paki skills on her, the very skills I learned with her clients and can now bring to her, my senior wife to be.

I start to finger fuck her dark hole, disappearing to the inner knuckles on each thrust, withdrawing until only one set of knuckles remain inside her, safe and warm.

Emily pivots on my fingers, beginning to feel as slutty as her gorgeous, sexy paki girl. I am using all my dark arts to make her fires burn brighter, making me realise why she has such a taste for anal play. She grinds her pussy onto my face, coating me with her juices.

I pulse suck on her button, now drawn out like the head of a tortoise from it's shell when feeling safe. I revel in the intimacy we enjoy together in our love filled relationship.

Emily loves every moment of such an intense sexual pleasure, at ONE with me, she is almost shocked to hear a voice rasping loudly, "oh fuck, fuck my tight white arsehole you arse-licking paki slut." She is even more aroused, and shocked to realise it is her voice. She grips my head, shamelessly grinding her aching wetness on my slutty paki face.

I hear my darling's voice, it delights me to hear her speak in such a vulgar way, just to please me. I'm totally overcome by the intensity of our lovemaking and while still finger fucking her deliciously superior dark hole, I trail the fingers of my other hand through her happy valley which is clearly enjoying the wet season. My fingers amply coated, I almost push my own face out of the way in my desire to finger fuck her beautiful Temple of Venus. It's a delightful, if awkward handful, but I manage to insert two curled fingers and speedily find her special place. I start to massage her g-spot in a contra-motion; so when my fingers disappear into her back passage, the fingers of my other hand massage outwards towards her entrance. It's a little like tapping your head with one hand and rubbing your belly in circles with the other, but glory be, I manage to do it.

Emily relects on the skill with which I, the junior wife to be, practice my licentious arts on her rosebud and treasure, making her every sense tingle, and she feels herself begin to lose what little control she has. She astonishes herself by the intensity and as her muscles cramp and her tsunami of desire rises, she abandons her last vestige of shame, begging her wonderful sexy paki whore fiancée to make her cum, to take her juices all over my brown face. As I take both her sex holes she becomes as slutty as I am and moaning loudly with a great gush, squirts her essence onto my face. Her cunt and arsehole grip my brown paki fingers so tightly as she dissolves into the most intense orgasm, given selflessly by her Sansa.

I continue to stimulate my wonderful, superior white wife to be with both hands, until her moans of pleasure become more frequent and grow lounder. I press my face against her treasure, lashing her button with my tongue until her moans rise to such a pitch and her body quivers tell me she is close to her ecstasy. I want her to fly into the most beautiful ecstasy possible, so continue to apply my licentious paki skills, thanking the kama sutra from the bottom of my slutty paki heart. When it happens, her flooding stream coats my face as if baptising me as her junior wife to be. I'm deliriously happy and set about cleaning her with my tongue. I'm so intoxicated by her that I suck on my fingers, of both hands and truly feel at ONE with her.

Emily feels at ONE with me, and as the surging through her whole being subsides somewhat, she does something she never thought she could ever do, least of all to her junior wife to be, but somehow, it is part of being with her and I know she needs it and... to her amazement, her peehole twitches, and first a dribble, then a jet, spills out onto my face. My slutty paki face is soon feeling a waterfall of her fresh warm pee cascading over it, down onto my brown paki tits, yes, tits is how she is thinking of them in the height of her arousal by her bewitching brown sprite. Her pee slows to a few drops and, shamelessly, she pulls me to her, telling me to wipe her superior white pussy with my tongue.

I am delighted beyond measure when my senior wife to be, favours her paki whore wife with her golden essence. I hold my face into the stream of pee as if showering away the past. I feel so privileged to be favoured thus and, unable to resist the compulsion, I drink from her fountain, swallowing quickly to avoid choking, but even choking would seem a supremely great condescension to a paki whore. The flow slows to a dribble and I satiate myself on her remaining drops. I almost cum without even being touched, such is the divine magic of the occasion.

Emily presses her foot between my wet thighs in a prompt for me to hump my slutty paki cunt on her superior white foot, knowing instinctively how close I am. Her big toe enters my wet, gooey paki cunt as I lick her pee-soaked lips.

I'm amazed at the beneficence of my senior wife to be as she generously places her foot between my legs, her big toe penetrating my wet entrance. I move against it in a rhythm that gets faster as I hump myself to ecstasy against it. She is such a caring lover... those are my thoughts as I soar into my paki ecstasy seeing her pretty face smiling down on me. That's all I need, my river floods and flows through me and out onto her foot. All seems perfection in my new world.

As Emily feels me reach my much-needed climax, she knows that all is perfect, except for one thing, we need to shower again!

At 8:15 p.m. Emily takes me by the hand and with the other three couples, we set out for our hen party at the White House. Every couple has two rape alarms attached to each other so both can easily be triggered by pulling apart but are unlikely to be triggered accidentally. We each have a pepper spray instantly available if needed. Naturally, we hope that, being a group of eight, they will not be needed. As the route is beside the River Thames, it is well provided with street lighting and we arrive safe and sound to be welcomed into the White House.

With the door securely closed behind us, our alarms and sprays are put safely into our bags and the welcoming celebratory hugs, intimate kisses and surprise gropes give a clear indication of how the party is going to be. There is a plastic basin on the kitchen table full of home made punch, so we've no idea what's in it or how strong it is. A careful sip reveals it to be delicious but very alcoholic. A quick exchange of glances with my senior bride-to-be and we, at least, determine to pace ourselves very carefully because a group of inebriated young women out walking in the dark could invite unwelcome attention on the way home.

Michelle defuses that concern and suggests we stay up all night and enjoy a dawn breakfast together before leaving. We all agree and relax and I whisper to Emily: "The toilets will be in high demand tonight!" We giggle knowing that we'll drink very responsibly. Sam takes me in her arms and pushing me against a kitchen counter kisses me passionately, her tongue exploring my mouth much further than I'd expect. I reflect that she'd make an excellent job giving anal sex to some lucky girl. It is then I realise that her hand is up my dress and in my knickers, already pleasuring me. It'd be unladylike to try and protest with a tongue in my mouth, so I don't and she quickly gets me aroused while Emily looks on smiling. I knew my knickers wouldn't stay dry tonight, but this fast is a total surprise.

Gasping my ecstasy, Sam kisses me again, winks and walks away, her first Indian of the night and six more to go! Emily quickly takes control, bless her, and sits me up on the counter then proceeds to lap up my essence, how very thoughtful! The job done she applies her skills to work me up to another frenzy and keeps going until my embarrassing stifled moans announce the arrival of my second ecstasy. Ever ready to come to my assistance, she licks me clean again. When she emerges from underneath my dress, I see my essence coating her lower face so slip off the counter and return the favour. A look at the clock tells me that we've been in the house just over fifteen minutes and I've had two orgasms already.

Michelle, knowing the pressure that will be on the toilets during the party and of the conspiracy for everyone to ensure my complete enjoyment of our hen night, hands Emily a new new packet of wet wipes. While kissing her in thanks, Emily kneels behind me, pulls down my knickers and proceeds to clean up my messy paki cunt. At first I'm surprised by the cool wetness but Michelle keeps me distracted with an extended kiss. Emily also cleans my knickers and after kissing my dirty paki arsehole, pulls them up into place for me. At the sound of clapping, Michelle breaks the kiss and giggles while I realise that Emily's ministrations had an audience. I blush deeply but feel sublimely debased.

Taking my hand, Emily leads me into the lounge, where we see the other six members of our household enjoying similar treatment. At least we interpret the sounds emanating from them as sounds of pleasure rather than of protest, of which there is no sign. No sooner than we have entered the room than one of the ladies, that witnessed Emily cleaning me like a baby in nappies, pushes me back and up against the wall. She whispers in my ear: "It's my turn to give you my gift" and with that engages our mouths while my dress is held up by willing assistants and my knickers pulled down again. This time Emily retrieves them, whispering in my ear: "My oh my, your pretty knickers are going up and down faster than those of a cheap paki street whore. I'll look after them for you, my lucky naughty paki slut."

Emily really knows how to push my buttons and giggling as my assailant easily inserts her fingers into me and anchors her thumb on my button, I flush deeply, thoroughly enjoying my debasement. Emily remarks that I'm soaking wet again and everyone laughs, one suggesting that I must be more of a nymphomaniac slut than a whore, even though I'm a real whore. Inevitably I'm fucked to another orgasm. Emily tells me, in no uncertain terms amid the sound of stifled giggles, to lean over the arm of the couch like a proper paki whore and to display my holes. My button is tingling deliciously and not wanting it, or the debasement to stop, I comply.

Emily stays within my field of vision smiling while someone lifts my dress and I feel something, perhaps a finger, being run across the cheeks of my bottom. The person announces, for all to hear, that I'm wet again. Emily comes to the rescue with wet wipes and tissues and giggling says for all to hear: "Now darling, try to be a good dry girl for me, okay?" Everyone laughs but with the understanding of women similarly afflicted. Michelle brings two big hand mirrors and hands one to Emily, who sitting on the couch holds it up as a rear view mirror in which I can see Michelle holding up a mirror as well. Once the mirrors are lined up accurately, I can see 'WHORE' written on the cheeks of my bottom in big bold letters.

I realise that the feeling must have been a felt tip marker writing on me. I laugh out loud, exclaiming: "Well then, that makes it official!" It seems that everyone present lines up to kiss my bottom, most take the time and opportunity to do rather more and I delight in the attention I'm receiving.

When all have taken their pleasure, Michelle announces: "Ladies, with the first part of the entertainment and present-giving duly completed, let us take refreshment. There is a buffet laid out for your pleasure in the dining room!" Emily helps me to my feet and asks how I'm enjoying the party so far. I tell her it's the best ever and ask how she is enjoying it, her answer is exactly the same as mine. We embrace, truly WE are ONE.

During refreshments Michelle checks with me to ensure I'm having a good time. On receiving my affirmation, she takes my arm and leads me out into the hall where in a whisper she asks if Emily might enjoy a 'similar experience'. Knowing that although she has a submissive nature she has enjoyed adapting to my needs and gets pleasure from my debasement, I suggest to Michelle that it might be more appropriate to do something special for her, once everyone that wishes it, has enjoyed 'sending me off' as the sole owner of the agency. We agree that we will hold a special ceremony for Emily to be installed as the senior managing partner of the agency.

I suggest that it would be fun if everyone were required to swear fealty to Emily. She will be seated on a chair, her throne, preferably on a safe platform. Each lady of Chelsea Exclusives to follow my example swearing: "I whoringly declare my allegiance to my sovereign whore, Emily the First, and declare that I will prostitute myself, on her command, for Chelsea Exclusives. I kiss 'The Royal Vagina' in commemoration of this my solemn and binding oath." Michelle loves the idea and suggests we use the solid kitchen table as the platform and the kitchen steps for everyone to be able to kneel between her open legs.

After refreshments, I excuse myself to go to the ladies room and am somewhat surprised when Michelle announces that I'm going for a pee and six other ladies follow as Michelle shows me to a bathroom with WC and hand basin. I'm further surprised when the door is left wide open and one of the ladies strips off and lies, mouth open, on a towel strategically positioned on the floor. Michelle tells me that the six ladies wish to drink my golden essence, I have no objection and after the first session am not wearing knickers either. Kneeling astride and over the open mouth of the lady on the floor, the challenge before me isn't peeing, but separating my pee into six servings!

Ensuring a slow release in the hope of being able to control flow and to stop peeing at the right time, I start to pee. Her lips are clamped around my peehole like the rubber seal on a washing machine door. We can all hear her swallowing and I manage to stop, hoping my guesstimate of one sixth of my bladder contents isn't too far wrong. I giggle to myself that she might want to return for a second helping! I stand and help her get up and she kisses me, open mouthed so not wanting to offend and curious to see how I taste, I open my mouth too and our tongues explore each other's mouth. I'm surprised to discover it isn't at all disgusting and plays very well to my fetish for debasement.