Stephanie's Pleasure Page 7

  'What's your relationship with Susie precisely?' Stephanie asked, taking a sip of the ice-cold cocktail. It was a question she had been meaning to ask for some time.

  'She works for me,' he replied.

  '"Works for"?'

  'Yes.'

  'And that's all?' She could see in Devlin's eyes that it wasn't.

  'Why do you ask?'

  'Because ever since I set foot on this plane she's resented me.'

  'She's perfectly polite.'

  'Oh yes... perfectly. But I can see what's going on in her mind.'

  'I'm sure—'

  'Devlin, the truth.'

  Devlin took a large swig of his drink. 'Well I suppose we had more than a normal employer-employee relationship before you came along.'

  'You fucked her?'

  'Let's say she performed certain services for me. No doubt she resents the fact that you've taken over in that department.'

  'I always knew there was something.'

  The plane banked slightly and Stephanie looked down to see the city of Genoa disappearing under the left wing, and with it the last of the sea. Soon they would be over the Alps.

  'So what exactly did she do?' Stephanie had no intention of letting it rest.

  'I - well...' Devlin blushed, the reddening of his face exaggerated by his white hair.

  'Come on, don't be shy with me.' Stephanie let her voice reflect just a hint of authority.

  'She used to...' he hesitated again.

  'Show me.'

  'What?'

  'You heard. Show me. I want to see what you two got up to that's so difficult to describe. Call her in here and show me.'

  'I can't ask—'

  'Devlin.' Stephanie snapped his name out coldly. 'Do as I say.'

  Meekly Devlin pressed the call button, knowing further argument was useless. Almost instantaneously the forward cabin door opened and Susie appeared.

  'Yes, Mr Devlin?'

  She was looking at Devlin but he was not looking at her. His eyes were rooted to the floor, his pulse already beginning to quicken, the slave in him ever ready to be mastered.

  'Mr Devlin has been telling me about you, Susie. Telling me what you used to get up to together while you were flying around.'

  Susie's eyes flashed a look of hatred across the cabin but she said nothing.

  'So I thought a little demonstration—'

  'No way,' Susie said.

  'Tell her, Devlin.' Susie had never accepted Stephanie's authority. Stephanie had only ever got her way on the plane by threatening Susie with Devlin's wrath.

  'Do as she says, Susie, please.'

  'But sir...'

  'Do it,' he said powerfully.

  Stephanie saw the rebellion in Susie's eyes extinguish itself immediately. Without a word she walked the length of the main cabin, unlocked the door to the aft compartment, where cargo and luggage were stored, and returned with a thick dimpled metal case, like the sort of thing used for carrying cameras.

  'What happens now?'

  'Mr Devlin gets on the sofa, miss,' Susie said quietly.

  'Do it, Devlin,' Stephanie ordered.

  Devlin put his glass down and got to his feet, his erection already tenting the front of his trousers. He lay on his back on the sofa.

  Susie put the case on the small table bolted to the bulkhead and opened it. Inside Stephanie could see foam packing fitting closely around what looked like a control for an electric train and a large battery. But her eye was drawn to the third item carefully outlined in the spongy foam. It was a perfect replica of a man's cock and balls, accurate in every respect, except that where the glans should be, the top was open. The object was made from what looked like silver, and from its size there wasn't any doubt whose penis had been used as its model: this was indisputably a reproduction of Devlin's cock.

  As Susie extracted it from the case, Stephanie could see a red wire hanging down from it, obviously connecting it to the battery. Susie lay the phallus on Devlin's belly and began unzipping his flies.

  'No,' Stephanie said. 'Let's do it properly. Get all your clothes off, Devlin.'

  Devlin showed no lack of eagerness. He sprang to his feet, putting the silver phallus to one side and pulled off his shirt, shoes and socks. He skinned down his trousers and pants together. His cock, freed from constraint, bounced up expectantly, its network of blue and crimson veins already throbbing. He lay back on the sofa.

  For a second Susie hesitated.

  'Get on with it,' Stephanie chided.

  Susie picked up the phallus. To Stephanie's amazement she worked a little catch on one side and it opened; the object was hinged, and completely hollow. Placing the open sides around Devlin's erection Susie carefully arranged his balls in the sacs provided in the silver scrotum, then manoeuvred the shaft of Devlin's cock into the shaft of the phallus and snapped it shut. Apart from the pink knob of his glans, Devlin's cock was suddenly transmuted to shining, polished silver. The point at which the silver had been cut away to fit under the rim of the glans was padded with an edge of thick grey rubber, preventing the metal scraping against the tender flesh.

  'Well,' Stephanie said, standing up to get a better look. 'No wonder you enjoy travelling by air.' She took the last swig of her drink and put the glass down. Up to this point Stephanie had felt abstracted, not involved, curious to discover the truth but nothing more. But the sight of Devlin's massive cock encased in silver like the shining totem of some primitive religion made her shiver: a shiver not of cold, but caused by a sudden sexual pulse emanating from deep in her white French knickers.

  'What now?' Her voice was husky.

  Susie made no reply. She turned to the case, threw a switch on the control panel, and twisted a big gnarled knob. Immediately a faint hum filled the air. Susie twisted the knob again. The humming got louder. Stephanie saw Devlin's silver encased cock begin to vibrate from the rim of his glans to the bottom of his scrotum. He moaned, his eyes looking up at her, searching her face to try to find out what she intended next.

  In the days when he had had trouble getting an erection, Susie had shown him a device her sister had brought back from Kuala Lumpur as an aid to impotence. The man's cock would be clamped in a hollow wooden phallus with the glans exposed, so tight that once erect the glans could not escape again should the cock shrink. Usually, the stretching and pleasure caused if shrinkage did occur was enough to produce another erection. Either way, Malaysian women could fuck their men with the artificial phallus in place. He had taken the idea and modernised it, adding a powerful vibrator in the metal scrotum.

  Stephanie extended her finger and thumb to touch the exposed glans. She felt it throb.

  'And you fuck her with this on?'

  'No, she...'

  'She what?' Stephanie turned to Susie. 'Show me,' she demanded.

  The resentment flared in Susie's eyes again. She had no idea why she had agreed to go this far. She should have told Stephanie that none of it was any of her business, that it was private, private between her and Devlin. She should have, but she didn't. Instead she dropped to her knees at the side of the sofa - as she had done so many times when she and Devlin were alone on the plane - and moved the briefcase down on to the floor beside her. Turning the gnarled knob of the generator once again, she leant forward and opened her mouth, closing it tightly over Devlin's exposed glans. Her mouth was small and Devlin's size stretched it to the limit; her lips struggled to contain his breadth.

  Stephanie watched her cheeks deflate as she sucked hard, the glans vibrating in her mouth.

  'Is that good?' Stephanie asked, though the answer was obvious.

  'Yes... very...'

  'Can you come like this?'

  'Yes...' He wasn't at all sure how Stephanie was reacting to this display, and so added, 'mistress,' as a palliative.

  'Get up, Susie,' Stephanie ordered.

  The cock plopped from the Malaysian's mouth as she got to her feet. There was a little trail of saliva on her chin which Ste
phanie wiped away with her finger.

  'Unzip my skirt.' The tone of her voice brooked no argument. She turned her back and immediately felt Susie's fingers undoing the button on top of the zip, then the zip itself. The yellow skirt fell to the floor and she stepped out of it. 'Now my knickers. Take them down.' Susie's hand reached up under the jacket, found the waistband of the French knickers and pulled them down over Stephanie's long stockinged thighs until she could step out of these too. It was not the first time Susie had seen Stephanie's body.

  When Stephanie turned back to face Devlin she saw his eyes feasting on her thighs and the dark forest of her pubic hair.

  'Did I give you permission to look?'

  'No, mistress.' His eyes left her immediately.

  'Did I give you permission to look away?' she teased, keen to make life difficult for him.

  'No, mistress.'

  'Don't you want to look at me?'

  'Yes, mistress.'

  She looked down at his cock, trapped in the hollow silver phallus; she saw the way it vibrated, from his balls to the tip of his urethra, and felt a surge of need. She wanted it inside her, wanted to know how it would feel, the cold metal in contrast to the hot glans that surmounted it.

  Without a word, holding his eyes with hers, she knelt on the sofa and swung one leg over Devlin's hips so that she was sitting astride him. She placed her hands on his chest; the great shaft of his cock was pointing directly up at her sex. Reaching back behind her, Stephanie grasped the base of the silver phallus firmly in one hand. Its vibrations made her hand tingle. Then she eased herself down on her haunches until she could position the glans at the mouth of her sex. The vibrations immediately seized her labia. They were powerful, snaking up to her clitoris, making her whole sex quiver.

  For a moment she was content with that feeling, letting the vibrations play over her sex, looking straight into Susie's jade green eyes. The Malaysian seemed quite unaffected by the spectacle, her face expressionless, cool, not a hint of sexual excitement in her eyes or in her body.

  Strangely, perhaps, Stephanie found this coolness exciting.

  'Will you do as I say?' she asked. It was not meant to be a command. She wanted to know that Susie was willing, wanted her to join in of her own free will.

  She saw Susie's eyes widen slightly. Now they were gazing so deeply into the dark brown pools of Stephanie's eyes that they almost looked right through her.

  'Yes,' she said after a pause, understanding this was her choice.

  Stephanie moved her hand away from the phallus and, at the same time, sank down so Devlin's cock shot up into her body. She was expecting the silver to be cold, but the long contact with Devlin had warmed it through. Immediately she felt the silky walls of her sex vibrate. She squirmed down, trying to get as much of the massive cock into her as she could, wanting the vibration deep inside her, right up against the neck of her womb.

  'Oh, God,' she gasped as she felt his trembling glans pushing into the centre of her body. Inside she felt the unyielding cylinder of metal like some hardy invader, its vibrations spreading out through her, touching every nerve, making her sex heave, her juices run.

  Devlin started to buck his hips, moving his cock to and fro.

  'Yes...' Stephanie moaned. The movement seemed to increase the vibrations, to transfer them from one area to another then back again. Stephanie's whole body was throbbing, sensations she had never experienced before flooding through her. She looked out of the cabin window to see snow-covered mountains. They were flying over the Alps at 35,000 feet and 600 miles an hour, and she was coming.

  'Kiss me,' she said to Susie.

  For once the black-haired woman did not hesitate. She leant forward, wrapped her arm around Stephanie's neck and pressed her thin small mouth against Stephanie's fleshy lips. Her tongue darted out, wet and thick, filling Stephanie's mouth. Her hand, unbidden, worked its way over the cliff of Stephanie's breasts to find her hardened nipple covered by the white blouse and lacy bra. Without breaking the kiss she nimbly unbuttoned the blouse and worked her hand under the lace of the bra. Her hand was wonderfully cool.

  The longer the vibrations went on, the more they seemed to spread, reaching up to Stephanie's breasts, under Susie's hand, even to her mouth, filled by Susie's tongue. Her whole body was shaking, and now it spread into Susie. Stephanie ran her hand up the slit of the kheong sam and on to Susie's hard pubic bone. It was covered in tan-coloured tights but no knickers. With one finger Stephanie pushed down between Susie's thighs. She would have liked to strip the tights off, to make Susie pull off her dress, but there was no time. Her orgasm was too close, the waves of feeling generated by the vibrator and Devlin's cock too overwhelming for her to do anything more than grope up through the nylon. Her fingers ventured between Susie's labia to the hard knot of her clitoris, wanting to make some contact, however small. Susie was not wet. Despite Stephanie's efforts, despite their mouths being joined and the spectacle of Devlin, the Malaysian was still not excited. Even the hand on Stephanie's breast remained cool.

  For some perverse reason this added to Stephanie's excitement, just as her expression of indifference had. Susie was so clean and clinical, like a nurse dealing with a patient - in complete contrast to Stephanie, who was writhing uncontrollably, impaled on the great sword of Devlin's cock and the weird contraption that surrounded it. With all her strength Stephanie pushed herself down on Devlin's cock, resisted his attempt to pull back again, and contracted all the muscles of her sex around the shuddering cylinder. Such hard contact immediately produced almost double the vibration as the motor fought the constriction, and the whole length of Stephanie's sex throbbed.

  She was nearing the brink of orgasm: Susie's tongue in her mouth, her hand on her nipple, her white-stockinged thighs kneeling over Devlin's body, the juice of her lust flowing out over the silver metal scrotum. She held herself there, enjoying the exquisite feelings trembling through her nerves, taking her closer and closer to the edge, but not over it.

  But her careful calculations of what she could take were suddenly upset. Deep, deep inside her body she felt Devlin's glans spasm. He was not moving, but the grip of her body and the relentless vibrations and the images in front of his eyes - the half-dressed Stephanie and the fully dressed Susie, Stephanie's hand inside the slit of Susie's dress - were too much for him to bear any longer. His cock jerked and, despite the silver cylinder that held it so tightly, managed to squeeze spunk up to his glans and out, out into the sleek wet confines of Stephanie's sex.

  That was enough. As she felt his cock spasm, as she felt his hot spunk splashing out into her body, the vibrations reached their peak right in the very core of her. Her body seemed to lock, every muscle taut and hard, every nerve alert, then snap, like an elastic band being cut, a flood of sensation swamped her consciousness, wiping away everything but the feeling of pleasure.

  From somewhere in the blanket of darkness that had been thrown over her by her orgasm, she felt Susie's mouth leave hers. The vibrations stopped. Very slowly she opened her eyes and looked out of the window of the plane. Craggy mountain tops still passed by below. She looked at Susie standing impassively by the side of the sofa.

  'What do you want?' she asked quietly.

  'Nothing, madam,' Susie said.

  'I want to give you pleasure.'

  'No, madam.'

  Stephanie lifted herself carefully off Devlin's cock and stood up. The metal glistened with her juices.

  'You can have anything,' she said. 'Use him. Anything.' The design of the phallus had only allowed Devlin's cock to shrink slightly; the rubber seal held his glans firm.

  'No madam,' Susie repeated.

  'What then?' Stephanie insisted, determined to see the woman's coolness broken.

  Susie said nothing. Stephanie could see her mind working as if trying to calculate what she should do. The Malaysian flashed her jade eyes, under her very neat black eyebrows, up at Stephanie, who was suddenly aware of the height difference between them.


  'There's only one thing I want,' she said calmly.

  'What's that?'

  'You, madam,' Susie replied, with no emotion in her voice.

  Stephanie felt a shiver of pleasure at her directness. 'Sounds interesting.'

  'On the sofa.' The words were hesitant. It was not up to Susie to order Devlin to move.

  'Devlin,' Stephanie said at once.

  Devlin got to his feet. Without a word he sat in a leather armchair opposite, his eyes never leaving the two women.

  'And now?'

  Susie sat down on the sofa, its leather warm from Devlin's body. She kicked off her shoes and lay flat on her back, making no attempt to take off the kheong sam. She reached up and took Stephanie's hand. Stephanie knew what she wanted. For the second time she knelt on the sofa and swung her thigh over a recumbent body, but this time facing the opposite direction, her back to Susie's face.

  Immediately she felt Susie's hands slide round the top of her thighs, on to the naked flesh above the stockings, pulling her back so the furrow of her sex was above Susie's mouth. Satisfied that the position was right, the hands pulled Stephanie down until Susie's mouth touched the glistening wet labia and she extended her tongue. Gently she began licking from one end to the other, from clitoris to anus, like licking an ice cream.

  She was no longer cool. Her body was alive. She could taste Stephanie's juices mixed with Devlin's spunk, a heady cocktail. Her hands left Stephanie's legs to snake down over her own sex. Quickly she worked up under the dress and down under the waistband of her tights.

  Stephanie watched as Susie's hand worked between her own legs. She made no attempt to penetrate herself. She just pressed her forefinger into the very top of her labia. Her belly was sparsely covered with very black, very straight pubic hair. It hid little and Stephanie could see the tip of her finger pressing into her clitoris. She hardly seemed to move it at all, just rocking it slightly, but it was obviously enough. Underneath her she could feel Susie's body stiffening, beginning to shudder; her mouth and her tongue were getting hotter, working faster. Though the movements were tiny, the tempo with which her finger worked on her clitoris was frantic as was the rhythm of her mouth, sucking and licking at Stephanie's sex.