Magenta

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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.