CHAPTER THREE
The moment arrived at last to cross once more the threshold of the Hotel X-.
All day I had been as impatient as a child who had been promised to be taken to a play. I felt very queerly in my dress coat, with the tails flapping against my bare bottom, while my prick rose and fell as though it suspected that something unusual was going to happen.
How strange that, on entering the parlour, no one called me by name. It was simply due to the fact that I had succeeded in disguising myself better even than I had hoped. How few persons there were present.
Heavens, what a beautiful cunt! Who could be the beauty who displayed such beautiful thighs and such a lovely mount of Venus? My soldier-like instrument stood at 'Carry Arms!'
Look at the pretty doll of a girl over there, and who is that big fellow who has just passed his hand between her legs and tried to carry her off. By George, he is strongly built! What a prick he has! Aha! She kisses him for fear he might let her fall, she holds him fast by the prick and takes the liberty of shaking it.
All the organs of creation are in erection! Who could help it!
"Ladies and gentlemen," began a tall, slender woman whose well defined notch made me wish to fuzzle her on the spot, "I have taken the liberty of inviting two intimate friends to this reunion. I thought that as we were all masked and in disguise beyond recognition, there would be no harm in so doing. The ladies will be here at midnight!"
"It is twelve o'clock already," exclaimed a fat man with a broken voice who knelt down before the beauty and kissed her bower of bliss.
She bent over slightly and raising her coat-tails, displayed the most beautiful bottom in the whole world and forced him to kiss it. After this was done, he held her in spite of her struggles and went on kissing and biting gently.
The beauty soon began to enjoy herself immensely and it was an easy matter to induce her to lie down on the carpet and receive a rod long enough to make a monk jealous, into her handsome boudoir.
At this juncture a beauty with luxuriant black hair on her pussy bent over to have a better view of the performance and the 'Big Fellow' before mentioned, took advantage of the opportunity and coming behind her, raised her coat and began to rub his stiffener between the dimpled cheeks of her behind.
But the brunette caught him quickly by the tool and pulled him all around the room, much to the amusement of the company. Suddenly she released him and threw herself upon a sofa, with her legs spread wide open. He understood the invitation at once and shoving his arrow between her thighs quite up to the hilt, he placed his hands under her bottom and picking her up, walked with her all about the room as he futtered her softly.
A sigh of pleasure was soon heard as he made with her body the motions she would have made herself. Then he augmented her voluptuous excitement by inserting his finger in the hole of her arse; she wriggled and held him tightly round the neck and in the delirium of pleasure called him all the sweet names imaginable, until he showered her with sperm.
Then he laid her gently on the sofa again and still under the influence of this particular fuzzing, she continued to move her beautiful legs as if in perfect bliss.
Suddenly the door opened and two masked ladies stood on the threshold. Their dresses being only slightly low in the neck, a murmur of disappointment was heard on every side. Being the first to find words to express the general sentiment, I said:
"Ladies, you have made a mistake, you are masked, it is true, but you should have complied with all the regulations of the evening."
"True, sir," replied the smaller of the two, "but you must excuse novices who could not make up their minds to appear in a costume so primitive, yet so civilized."
"There is no excuse for you, ladies!" answered the Big Fellow, "and you are condemned first, to be whipped according to the regulations, then you must submit to a quarter of an hour's sexual connection with whoever is selected for you, and the rest of the evening you must appear in the costume of Mother Eve!"
The two women looked at each other for an instant and appeared undecided.
"Don't be afraid, ladies," I said, "we are all kindly disposed toward you and will do nothing whatever to displease you."
"This is not the reception we expected," answered the smaller one, in an impatient tone.
Before any more could be said, the ladies found themselves between two gentlemen, whose pricks were in a magnificent state of erection; seats were placed as though they were to assist at an entertainment and we were invited to take our places.
The Big Fellow, armed with a birch, prick erect, approached the taller of the two, whose ample form excited my admiration, and began thus:
"Madame, I have been commissioned to administer to you a whipping.
It is a great honour which is conferred upon me. I will not insult you by asking you to undress, a long experience on my part facilitating this proceeding which is a most agreeable one."
"Sir, if you are a gentleman, you will not carry out this odious threat," she answered in a low but firm voice.
The Big Fellow whispered something in her ear and it seemed to reassure the beauty by some promise. Then he began to undress her, turning to the audience:
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this waist is in the latest fashion and somewhat difficult to get off but we will succeed finally." Suiting the action to the word, he removed the garment and our beauty appeared in her corset.
Her alabaster bosoms which were heaving with emotion, appeared like two hemispheres. He kissed them ardently, then passing behind her, he untied her skirts and raising the lady in his arms, lifted her out of the mass of clothing which had fallen around her feet, leaving her in her drawers and corset only.
He had no need to recommend that she remain perfectly still; she did not attempt to make a movement. He finally took off her drawers and corset and the contour of an admirably beautiful form was seen through her only remaining garment, a fine cambric chemise. It showed a superb bottom and a pair of magnificent thighs.
Seizing her by the middle of the body, he gently laid her across his knees on her belly and raised her chemise. Between the slightly parted legs could be seen a thick mass of blonde hair. Her white thighs were as smooth as satin and as firm as marble.
"Oh, sir, be quick, I beg of you, or I shall die of shame!" she murmured.
For answer, he struck her arse with the switch and she gave a piercing scream. He struck again but she struggled so that he could not hold her alone. Two gentlemen rushed forward, seized her arms, and the Big Fellow struck again. The beauty twisted and turned her bottom in every way in her agony and rage, to avoid the strokes of the switch which still fell upon her.
Her handsome arse was soon covered with red lines and the Big Fellow, considering the punishment sufficient, had an ointment brought him, with which he rubbed the lovely buttocks.
In doing so, however, he found an opportunity of exploring the treasure hidden between her legs and it soon appeared that the beauty had forgotten the whipping and was giving herself up to the pleasure of being rubbed. Her behind rose and fell voluptuously and she was on the point of 'coming' when the Big Fellow asked:
"Who is the happy man who is going to enjoy connection with this lady?"
I was selected by common consent and presented myself before the altar of love, ready to enter from behind. Requesting two gentlemen to hold her slightly raised, when I was about to enter her, she murmured:
"Quick, I beg of you, I am burning with desire!"
With my prick in one hand, while with the other I felt my way, I introduced myself into her warm garden, while she returned the attack with a vigorous movement of her soft white buttocks.