Nancy drained her glass and turned from the TV. She looked in a wall mirror, seeing her stunning good looks and her wildly voluptuous figure that even her dress couldn't hide. She grinned at her carnage, slightly drunk. It was real… it simply wasn't real that she was here, on an estate, about to do something lewd. What was it Tom had said? Scorpio. The word sent a deliciously depraved thrill through her. Hastily, she poured herself another drink before returning to the mirror.
She stood looking in the mirror, taking in her own figure, turning this way and that. It was an incredible figure, fully developed… soft in the right places and curved. She smiled at her image again and was proud of it. She drank and turned to the TV. The young girl was naked now sitting in the chair. The man was kneeling in front of her and had forced the young thing to put her legs up on the arms of the chair. Her knees were hooked over the arms of the chair and her full firm thighs were obscenely split wide open. Apparently it wasn't enough to satisfy the man who roughly spread the girl's eagerly trembling legs even wider apart, forcing her to shove her glistening pink cunt forward to the edge of the chair. The man grinned lewdly and slowly spread the wetly throbbing lips of the girl's pussy before lasciviously burying his face into the hair-lined opening.
Nancy groaned aloud and her free hand brushed over her own stomach and groin. Lust crept through her craven flesh and nerves like a slow warm syrup… if she kept watching the screen, she knew she was going to become insanely horny. She poured herself still another drink and tried not to think of what she was involved in. She ignored the TV and went to the bathroom to see what it was like. It shocked her: the walls were covered with excellent photographs of men and women naked, fondling one another. Scenes of graphic sex had her panting a little. She fled the bathroom and had to look at the TV screen again. The girl was still in the chair, but now her head was flailing back and forth with an abandoned passion as her hips churned and ground wildly upward against the man's tongue darting, licking, and stabbing deep into her wantonly writhing cunt. Nancy moaned… just once… a sound of hunger and despair.
They gave her plenty of time… time to watch the TV and look at the teakwood box and the photos and murals in the bathroom… time to drink. They gave her so much time she began to think they had forgotten about her.
By the time they did come to get her… she was more than ready… giddy with drink and half naked. Already, she was in a lewd mood as she sprawled in a chair, one leg swung up over an arm, her dress pulled up to expose the white crotch band of her panties. Her dress was open in the front and her brassiere unclasped, allowing a good view of her beautifully rounded mounds. Her long black hair was wild and gypsy-like. She grinned up at Herman and Ben who had to fetch her.
"Hi."
She was actually ready to fuck both of them right there, ready for an orgy right in the chair. Her loins were hungrily throbbing, achingly teasing her. She had been alone for two hours, thinking of the Scorpio Sex Rites and of her strip-tease in the Cicero bar and all those greedy masculine hands all over her. She had sat watching the films on closed circuit TV and wondered if she was going to be filmed thus furthering her blackmail… and depravity. She had wandered back into the bathroom and taken her time, looking at each of the photos and murals. She had sat and watched obscene sex on TV and had time to think. Plenty of time… and plenty of Scotch. By the time they came to get her, she was in the mood for an almost suicidal orgy… one wantonly abandoned fling in her life… one time.
By the time they came to get her she wasn't thinking at all clearly… and she didn't care to! She was feeling!
Herman and Ben smiled at her almost maliciously as they ordered her to her feet. They grinned at one another as she slowly swung her leg down and got up, eyeing them with a wicked smile.
Herman cleared his throat. "Take your clothes off."
They stood looking at her with insinuating smiles and politely waited for her to strip. Nancy felt a certain kind of lewdness in their attitude. It was exciting stripping naked so casually in front of two strange men. With a shiver of promised delights, she wondered what they were going to do to her. She stripped very quickly down to her brassiere and panties and stood looking at the men defiantly, her huge breasts, heavy and as well-rounded as musk-melons, proudly thrust out. She noted the effect on Herman and Ben and was pleased.
Slowly, taking her time and driving both of the men wild, she undid the clasp to her brassiere. Her softly lascivious breasts were closely confined by the material of the brassiere. They seemed to swell right before the men's hungry eyes. They spread out wantonly… almost brazenly as Nancy smirked, seeing how Herman clenched his fists and how Ben ground his teeth together. She discovered facets of her soul and feelings she never dreamed she possessed… she enjoyed teasing the animals. Letting the tip of her tongue wetly lick her lips, she thrust her hips and pelvis insolently forward. She stood with her hands on her flaring hips, naked save for flimsy bikini panties. Slowly, brazenly, jutting her hips even more obscenely forward, she rolled the material of her panties down. They were skin-tight on her voluptuous body and she peeled them slowly down, the red tip of her tongue wetly sticking out of her mouth, her big beautiful eyes merry and impudent.
Almost sadistically… sadism being the other side of the masochistic coin… she peeled and rolled the panties down until they resembled nothing more than an inadequate G-string. Intuitively, she knew what would arouse the men even more, and so she slowly and insolently turned around, allowing them a hungry view of her almost naked buttocks and the lascivious way her firmly rounded ass-cheeks rocked and undulated one against the other as she shifted her weight.
She turned and faced the men again brazenly taking her time, watching the bodyguard-butler Ben wipe the back of his hand over his cruel mouth… her eyes darting to take in Herman's hand and how he barely resisted the impulse to rip her panties off her voluptuous body that was so tauntingly displayed in front of him. Nancy smiled, "So near and yet so far."
"Hurry up!"
"Why?" She mocked them, her eyes innocently wide.
Menacingly, Herman stepped toward her and, with a little irritating laugh, Nancy pulled the panties down and let them fall silently and softly to the floor. Hands posed temptingly on her hips, she stepped back and let both hungry men take in her lasciviously naked form.
Herman broke the silence, turning to the door. "Come on, Mr. Hartman is waiting."
Nakedly brazen, Nancy strolled to me door that Herman held open for her with Ben tensely following. She walked down a long hall with her proud buttocks rocking back and forth. She felt amazingly alive… every nerve in her body was throbbing with a wild implacable excitement and lust. She enjoyed being obscenely naked in front of these men and driving them wild. Passing a mirror, she glanced and noted with satisfaction mat neither man could take his eyes from her seductively undulating body.
The hall led into a big room full of cigar smoke and men standing around talking. A silence fell over the room as the trio walked in, Nancy with her hands impudently and provocatively placed on her hips. With a slightly drunken, superior smile, she glanced around the room. Fred Hartman, tall and austere, was quietly watching her, that almost clinical look of detachment on his face. All of me other occupants were men… Rita was nowhere to be seen… Tom was leaning heavily against the wet bar in one corner, pouring himself still another drink. His face was beet-red and he was very drunk… perhaps not even aware that Nancy was there. All the other men were older… in their forties and fifties. One man with graying hair looked at Nancy with an evil smirk. "Well, well, this is a nice piece of dessert."