Date: Fri, 16 Mar 2012 01:55:17 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Magenta. Part Nine.

  This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments, good
or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

  Part Nine

   I wish I could remember my dreams for I know that if I'd been a man I
would have had a stalk that would have been harder than ebony I felt so
horny. God, a tree trunk wouldn't have been hard enough to satisfy me as
the dream was that erotic. If that girl, or any one of them had touched me
between the legs at that moment of waking, I would have orgasmed I was that
far gone in my dream. But it faded away too fast for me to recapture it as
I woke up to the bustle of the others moving about with the sun getting low
on the horizon.

   `Drinks! Dinner soon,' was all I understood of their chatter as they
collected their bits and pieces and began to go below leaving me on my own,
which wasn't a bad thing. I stayed there and closed my eyes and tried to
bring back that dream, but to no avail, but began to fantasise on what was
happening in reality.

   That didn't last long either as the man I was thinking about was
suddenly standing there beside me. I had the top half of my swim suit
undone and was laying on my front, but now I rolled onto my back so that he
could see my tits now had a reddish tint to them. I couldn't quite see his
face properly because of the sun's glare but he looked as though he was
smiling.

   I then undid the two strings at my hips and pulled the front of my
costume away and slowly opened my legs. I was still wet from my dream and
really wanted what he had inside his shorts which I could see had begun to
rise up.

   `Not here Magenta. People might be able to see us from the shore.'

   `The hell with them Malcolm, it'll be you inside me not them,' and I
used my hands to open myself wider and then began to finger myself. `I'd
rather it was you than my finger.'

   `What the fuck,' he muttered and pulled off his shirt and then dropped
his shorts and I could see that he was up and ready for me. He got down
onto his knees between my open legs and paused for a moment to see what he
was about to dive into and I smiled and opened up my arms for him.

   Down he came on top of me, his erection sliding up inside me with the
greatest of ease and I trembled as he filled me with his tool and my legs
went up for him to penetrate as far as he could.

   It was a glorious fuck out there on the open deck and I hoped that some
lucky bastard ashore was having a good wank as he watched us writhe on the
cushions. I liked it when he came as he reared up and really began to ram
himself hard up into me as he began to shoot out his load, throbbing and
beating my inside with the head of his cock as he did so.

   Then he came forward to lay on my chest and my arms went round him to
hold him tight to me as I used my vaginal muscles to continue to milk him
of what was left inside his hard shaft.

   We lay stuck together for several minutes as I felt his heartbeat slow
down and used my hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead as he raised his
face up for a kiss.

   `I think we'd both better have our shower now before dinner because we
have to leave straight after we've eaten,' he said as I let go of him to
pull out of me. He stood up, his cock still fairly hard and he pulled me up
so that we were facing each other as we both grinned at each other.

   I picked up my two scraps of cloth but didn't bother to put them on and
I saw Malcolm give a shrug of his shoulders as he picked up his shirt and
shorts and begin to follow me down the deck.

   I looked through one of the windows of the saloon and saw the three
girls ranged alongside a glass topped table and there was one thin line of
white powder before one of the girls who was just bending her head down
towards it. I quickly moved on as I knew what she was about to do and I
didn't really want to know anything about drug taking.

   We showered and got dressed and went into the saloon where the other men
had gathered with the girls who hadn't bothered to dress. We were given a
drink by a steward and the talk wasn't worth noting down as I eyed the
girls. They were laughing a lot and I think were just beginning to hit
their high and it was only minutes later that dinner was announced.

   Malcolm's business with the others must have been concluded during the
afternoon for the seating was now as it should be, man, woman, man, woman
etc, and I sat between Malcolm and Augustine. I even had my leg squeezed a
couple of times by him when Malcolm was talking to the girl on his right,
but I ignored it because the food was superb, especially the chocolate
sauce that was served over the fruit and ice cream for dessert.

   When the steward began to clear away my plate, I held his arm for a
moment and asked Malcolm to speak for me to tell the steward to pass onto
the chef what a delight his cooking was, especially that sauce for the
dessert. The steward's face lit up in a smile as Malcolm translated and the
man bowed his head to me and said something which Malcolm said that on the
chef's behalf, he thanked me for the compliment.

   `A real lady eh Malcolm?' Augustine said across me with a wink. `Knows
when to give praise and no doubt a reward or two at the right time and the
right place.' So he had seen us on deck. Malcolm looked at his watch and
then started to make his farewells to the other two men at the table and I
gave my thanks to Augustine for his hospitality and we rose up and left the
saloon.

   I glanced back just as I went out and saw that one girl had her top off
now and was bending over her dinner partner with his erection in her mouth
not really waiting until Malcolm and I had left the boat before getting
down to what they were obviously there for.

   Augustine came on deck with us as a crewman readied the launch to take
us back to shore in the now dark of evening. He shook hands with Malcolm
and from the smiles on both their faces led me to believe that their
business meeting had been successful. As our host shook my hand and kissed
it, the same steward appeared and offered me a small box and said something
in French which I didn't understand.

   `Ho, another conquest,' Augustine laughed. `The chef was so pleased of
your praise that he has given you a gift of some of his chocolate sauce to
take back to England with you.' I blushed.

   `Tell him thank you,' I stammered and then said my goodbyes and went
down and into the launch with Malcolm. We quickly sped across the water to
the shore which was a myriad of coloured lights for miles in either
direction and I wished that we could have stayed there to see some of the
night life. But the car was waiting and that whisked us off to the plane
that had been refuelled and was ready to leave.

   We were welcomed back on board and this time I was able to do up my own
seat belt ready for the take off. Champagne was again served to us but with
some delicious strawberries too.

   `Dip them in the champagne first before biting into one,' Malcolm
advised, and it made all the difference to what a strawberry normally
tastes like. It was a heavenly way to eat them.

   I was more blasé now as the plane moved off and made its run down to the
proper runway. I couldn't see the ground, only the odd light alongside the
path we were taking as a guide for the pilot and then as it swung round I
could see a blaze of lights all in a long line seeming to meld into one
continuous line in the distance.

   Then came the roar of power as it was unleashed to the engines and the
sudden surge that pressed me back deep into my seat as we began to hurtle
down the dark runway. The single lights alongside coming and going faster
and faster until they suddenly disappeared and I felt my bottom being
pushed down into my seat as we soared up and tilt to one side as it climbed
up and away from Cannes and I could see the whole place lit up like some
fairy wonderland below me before they disappeared as we went on up through
the clouds.

   My hand as before was gripping Malcolm's arm and the other the stem of
my champagne glass, not spilling a drop and even the bowl of strawberries
on the small table didn't move an inch during our take off. I found out
later that on all big airlines, the table is supposed to be shut and your
seat bolt upright, but on private planes, they bend some of the rules a
little.

   We finished off this bowl of strawberries and the bottle of champagne
and I wondered if we were going to go back and join the club again, and as
if my mind was being read, I was asked to do exactly that, well not quite.

   `Would you like to come back to the bedroom to lie down? It's much more
comfortable back there,' Malcolm asked me. Is the Pope Catholic, I asked of
myself? Of course I did! So into the bedroom we went and found that clean
sheets had been put on the bed and it had been turned down ready for use. I
turned to Malcolm as soon as we were alone and went into his arms and
kissed him.

   `Thank you for a most wonderful day,' I said. `I hope it isn't fully
over yet,' my eyes going towards the bed.

   `Well we've two hours to kill, what do you suggest we do with the little
time we have left?' he smiled at me.

   `As there's no sky to look at, I might have to pay more attention to
something closer to hand,' I said as my hand moved to his trousers and felt
that he was hard, just as I liked in a man.

   `You want to join the club again?' he laughed.

   `Yes please,' I said letting go of him, undressed and draped myself over
the bed and smiled up at him. He smiled back and quickly got out of his
clothes and I liked the bouncing greeting I got from his cock as it waved
to me as he got onto the bed with me. We kissed and he pressed and rubbed
my breasts in turn.

   `Did you like that chocolate sauce we had for dessert?' I asked him. His
eyes looked at me in a strange way.

   `Yes. It was very nice,' he said in a guarded reply.

   `Would you like a second dessert then?' I asked, reaching over to where
my bag was on the side and pulled out the small plastic box I had been
given. `Tit a la mousse,' I chuckled as I opened the box and tipped a
little of this sauce over each nipple and watched it slowly begin to run
down over my mounds. I quickly shut the lid of the box and laid
back. `Don't leave it too long or it'll be all over the bed sheet.'

   He didn't need a second telling and it looked and was very sensuous to
watch and feel his tongue lick up the chocolate as it ran down my breast to
my chest and then eventually have him take the hardened nipples in turn
into his mouth to suck and nibble on.

   I did think of pouring some down at the base of my bush for it to drip
and smear my other parts, but I wasn't that sure of him that he would go
down on me as he hadn't done this to me yet and I might be pushing my luck
if I did so. Instead, when he had finished licking me, I rolled him onto
his back and placed his hand at the base of his cock to hold it up right.

   `My turn now,' I said as I poured a small amount onto the top of his
erection and watched it begin to run down the sides of his shaft as I put
the lid back on the box and quickly began to lick the drops that were
closest to his hand, running my tongue up his shaft. As quick as I licked
one side clean, it was running down the other. I kept this up as he kept
his end up, him giving out groans as I licked up to the head of his cock
until there was just this cap of chocolate on the top.

   I pursed my lips and blew a thin stream of air directly onto the top and
watched the chocolate fan out with this wind to reveal the eye and he
shuddered as my breath now came upon his exposed flesh. I don't think he
could last much longer at this so I bent and took the whole covered head
into my mouth and sucked it all off him in almost one go. I was getting my
chocolate cake and I really wanted to eat it too, but kept a tight leash on
my teeth and only raked him as I sucked and finally cleaned him of this
lovely sauce.

   `I think you're more ready for the club now than I am,' I said, though I
was wet and on fire down below, my wetness unable to deal with this burning
desire as this was the cause of my condition. I wanted him so bad I
couldn't wait any longer myself.

   `Too right,' he said in a strangled voice. `Much more of that I think
what's coming up would have blown your head off.'

   `Oooh, I like it when you talk dirty,' I said as he rolled on top and
entered me as fast as he could. It was like putting cold cream on a burn as
his hard cock slipped up into me. Cooling but at the same time, stoking up
the fire in my belly. He rammed himself in and out of me as I egged him on
to fuck me even harder, meeting his thrusts into me as I bucked my hips up
to meet him, our bodies thumping together most audibly.

   `I'm coming,' he gasped, `I'm coming!'

   `So am I,' I screamed as I did so, my back arched as I held my groin up
tight to his as he throbbed inside me and jerked as he came. `God!' I cried
as my hands clenched the sheet under me as wave upon wave of heat surged
down and out of my body.

   I could feel the sweat pour off me and run down between my breasts as I
continued to heave myself up to his downward pressure as he pushed with all
of his might to get his prick even deeper inside me as he jerked out his
sperm to mix and mingle with my own juices.

   I sagged as my strength left me and fell back with his weight bearing
down on me so that our sweat covered bodies now fully met, his chest
squashing my breasts as we both heaved to try and get more air into our
lungs. I could feel his hot panting breath on my shoulder as he gasped and
my arm felt like lead as I lifted it up to hold his back which was as
slippery as I knew our fronts were.

   Another dirty sheet was my irreverent thought as I could now feel not
only my juices, but his sperm begin to come out and trickle down my thighs
to pool beneath the crack of my bum. What the fuck, I wasn't going to have
to wash them, so I just lay there with his weight on me and revelled that
he was still hard and up inside me.

   Time is a fickle thing. Misery seems to last forever whilst joy passes
in a flash. We parted to that slurping sucking noise from between our
chests and then the hated pulling out that you try to hold onto with your
vagina muscles and then feel them contract at the loss and it makes you
want to cry.

   Flat on our backs as we lay together, his hand holding mine with our
fingers entwined, you try to relive that moment of passion when your brain
has exploded with the delight that your body is giving to all the senses of
the body.

   `Beginning our descent now Sir Malcolm,' came that disembodied
voice. Christ, where has the time gone? Two hours he said? I turned my head
to look at Malcolm as he turned his towards me and he gave my hand a
squeeze.

   `Play time's over,' he said softly. `Back to reality,' and he slowly
disengaged his fingers and hand from mine and got up off the bed.

`I'll let you shower first,' he said, and as there wasn't anything I could
say, got up and went into the miniscule cubicle and washed off the sweat of
both of us from my body.

   You had to get out to have the room to dry yourself and as I rubbed
myself down with this massive white fluffy towel, he went in and
showered. He wasn't in there long and was out and used the same towel to
dry himself as I began to get dressed.

   That took less than ten minutes and as we entered the cabin to take our
seats, the steward popped open another bottle of champagne. As we sat down
and belted up we were given our glasses and a fresh bowl of strawberries
each.

   `We've got fifteen minutes before we land. Do you think we can finish
the bottle by then?' Malcolm asked me.

   `We can but try,' I smiled and we clinked glasses and drained them in
one go and held them out for a refill.

   `Tell me,' I asked in a whisper as the steward moved out of earshot. `Is
your steward gay? Queer? You know what I mean?'

   `Yes,' was the brief succinct reply.

   `You've already said that stewardesses hit on you, do...do they do it
too?'

   `No,' he laughed, `but they sometimes do let it be known that they are
available if you know what I mean.'

   `How?'

   `Well it's difficult to put into words. It could be a look or of certain
ways they look at you. It might be something said. An innuendo is the usual
one. A touch of the hand, or the way you are touched be it a helping hand
at the elbow or just a finger.

   There are so many nuances in their approach that if you are not aware of
them you would miss them altogether. Then it's a matter of whether you
respond or not in a similar way or completely ignore it. Or be blunt and
tell them to fuck off or tell them that if any approach is made, they're
out.'

   `Have you, you know, accepted any overtures?' I asked, wide eyed and
curious to know.

   `Some,' he smiled.

   `Oooh, do tell,' I asked all agog and holding his arm. `Have you had
him?' indicating our steward on the plane.

   `Once. When I was desperate,' and he lapsed into silence.

   `Malcolm,' I wailed, dragging his name out. `Don't tease me. What is it
like? Is it like having a woman? Tell me, please?' I begged, feeling myself
beginning to get wet again and wished we could go round again to get all
the gory details.

   `Tighter than a woman that's for sure. Using a condom, for health
reasons of course, but a hole is like any other hole when you want one.'

   `Has he had you in his mouth?'

   `Yes, but he's not as good as you Magenta,' and then the pilot's voice
came over saying that we were about to land and that finished me hearing
any more about how men do it together for the time being. I glanced out of
the window and suddenly saw the lights that lined the runway start flashing
past and with a gently bump we landed and then came a roar as the engine
brakes were applied and we slowed down to a running pace and then turned
and headed for where I knew a car would be waiting for us.

   I thanked the steward for the delicious strawberries and was soon in the
car heading towards the terminal building. Here we had to stop and I had my
passport examined for the first time, just a brief glance at the picture
and at me and it was given back and we were waved through.

   `I've just been abroad for the first time and I didn't get one stamp in
the bloody thing,' I said somewhat disgruntled as I put it back in my
bag. Malcolm gave out a chuckle but didn't say anything. Soon, far too
soon, we were pulling into the street where I lived and I held onto
Malcolm's arm as I didn't really want to get out of the car, but I knew
that I had to.

   `Malcolm,' I said as the car stopped. `Thank you again for a wonderful
day,' I said with tears in my eyes. I gave him a kiss and got out of the
car as quick as I could so that he wouldn't see the tears that began to
pour down my face. I managed to get my door key out and find the keyhole
only by instinct and let myself in and shut the door and leaned back
against it and the tears just kept rolling down my cheeks as I heard the
car purr and move off and away.

   It was two days later that I got a call from Samantha asking me to drop
in at the agency. She couldn't have been that busy over the past few days
because I hadn't been called for, so maybe she had one for me that evening.

   `Hello,' I said gaily as I entered the office and she looked up and
smiled at me.

   `Hello yourself. Did you have a good time in Cannes?' I didn't know she
knew I'd been to Cannes, but I guessed she knew when she dropped a French
magazine on the desk in front of me.

   The cover picture was of me full frontal naked while it only showed a
side angle of an also naked Malcolm but had a big black star where his
erection would have been shown. The picture itself was rather fuzzy and you
couldn't say with any certainty that it was me taken by some long distance
photo lens but I knew that it was.

   The caption I couldn't read and so Samantha translated it for me. `Sir
Malcolm Falconer's latest acquisition? See inside for more pictures.' I
quickly riffled through the pages of this scurrilous magazine and found
them in the centre. There was the same one as on the cover but without the
black star this time, but you couldn't really see if his cock was up or not
it was that fuzzy.

   The caption when translated asked if this was the future Lady Falconer
being given the once over. The second picture was of him kneeling between
my open legs and I remembered the pose quite vividly, and this caption said
that he seemed to be inspecting what was on offer. My legs were wide open
and my tits did really look big though you still couldn't see if was me or
not.

   The last one was of him on top of me and my legs were high up in the air
showing without a doubt that he was in the process of fucking me. The
caption for this was worse in that it supposed that I must be a banker and
he was making a deposit.

   There were a few more lines of French underneath and I saw my name there
but Samantha read it out as it was written. `At the time of going to press,
our spy has only come up with the name Lady Magenta of the female having
sport with Sir Malcolm Falconer. Watch this space for further details.'

   `Well? How was Cannes I asked?' Samantha queried giving me a tight
smile. `At least the agency's name wasn't mentioned which is something I
suppose.'

   `I didn't get to see Cannes at all,' I said.

   `I can see why,' she replied. `What on earth do I say to him after he
sees this rag?'

   `That I enjoyed myself?' I said with a smirk.

   `It's not funny Magenta. Publicity like this can ruin the agency,' she
bristled.

   `Bollocks,' I snapped, and tapped the front page. `If it was known that
I worked for this agency, the phone wouldn't stop ringing and you know
it. If one can do it, they all can, is what they would think and you'd have
to double the number of girls to cope, so don't hand me that crap.' I felt
quite flushed after that little speech but felt I was right in what I had
said. `The only difference between me and the other girls is that I don't
do it for money. Now stick that up your pipe!'

   `Well!' said Samantha with a gasp, her face having gone quite
white. `There's no need for that kind of attitude Magenta. It's commendable
if what you say is true and I don't believe that all the girls ask for
money for sex, some maybe, but that's out of hours and of no concern to me,
but the good name of the agency is! Thank God that not a lot of our male
customers will see this rag of a magazine.'

   `Christ almighty! Over half the men we go out with buy this type of rag
as you call it and others too and then jerk themselves off over the
pictures. I can bet you now that over half the men that call up within the
next few days will be asking for me, hoping that is me in these pictures
and that I will open my legs for them too!' Now she went a bright red and
fumbled with some papers on her desk and eventually had to look at me.

   `I...I have a request for an escort for this evening, and ... and he did
ask for you by name,' she stuttered.

   `Q.E.D,' I said smugly, not knowing the exact translation from the Latin
but knew that it meant I've just proved my case. For those who do not
possess a Latin dictionary, the phrase is "Quod Erat Demonstrandum", in
English as "which was to be proved".

   `Okay, okay, don't push it. Here are the details for this evening.' I
learned later from the secretary that during that week they had over a
hundred requests for me as an escort asking if I was a real Lady. It became
my nickname too among the other girls and even the boys called me Lady
Magenta from that day on.

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