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  'Of course,' said Mister Cheveaux, taking her meaning exactly, and Connie immediately reached out and placed the blunt finger between Cheveaux's. It pressed exactly against the little pucker he had so conveniently exposed. She pressed against it, as she rubbed her own slit more frantically, and was surprised by how easily her finger slipped in to the girl's tight pucker. It drifted in, up to the second knuckle, and the hot, slimy feel of the inside of Amelia's arsehole triggered Connie's orgasm. She could not help her hipss from bucking convulsively back and forth as the delicious ripplings spasmed through her ass and cunt. Cheveaux seemed pleased, and he absently squeezed the tube of flesh that so conspicuously bulged at the neat crotch of his pale trousers. Connie accepted, weak from the feelings that coursed through her, that obviously even such a refined man could not be immune to the sight of two women in such states of blatant sexual display. She immediately concluded, through the pleasant fog of her afterglow, that this was exactly what she was now doing; displaying herself to him, The thought made her push her pelvis out, so that he could see the way her plump, mature cunt lips swelled out from the tight black gusset of her filmy pants.

  He smiled, making the twirled ends of his moustache tilt upwards, and gave himself a last tug before turning his attention back to the girl bent across his desk. He seemed to consider her for a moment, as she lay wantonly across the polished green surface and lewdly rolled her naked bottom as if to quell the sensations his smacking hand had produced in it.

  He looked at Connie, serious face creased in a slight frown, and asked, 'Would you like me to fuck her, Madame?'

  Connie knew what she really wanted, and he had it between his legs, but she felt too shy to say it outright.

  'That would be nice, I think, Mister Cheveaux,' she eventually said, 'But I have a confession to make first.'

  'Oh?' said Cheveaux, eyebrows rising in question.

  'Yes,' said Connie, rocking her pelvis back firmly so that her bottom cleft opened ad closed. She felt like an animal, knowing she was going to be unfaithful to her husband, Geoff. 'I didn't put the shopping back.'

  'That's true, Sir,' came the plaintive, lusting voice of Amelia, as she drooled against the desktop.

  Cheveaux raised one finger in a telling off gesture and wagged it at Connie.

  'Madame Masterby,' he said sternly, 'You should have told me this at once. I am afraid you will have to have your own naughty bottom smacked.'

  Connie felt her cunt gush again, and said, 'I am afraid you are right, Mister Cheveaux,' unable to keep the spasmodic jerking of her hips from coming through in her voice.

  'Stand up, and remove your skirt, Madame,' he said, politely but firmly.

  In a dream, Connie rose to comply. Her fat cuntlips bulged at the side of her knickers and she self consciously stroked them back into the covering of her wet gusset. She twisted her skirt around, heart once again skipping at the thought of how skimpy her knickers were, and unclasped the waistband's clip. Her hands were amazingly deft, she thoughtfully decided, for a woman who has never done something like this before. Her skirt melted to the floor, and she stepped out of it, aware of how big her bottom must look in the framing of her tight, flimsy thong.

  'Turn around please, Madame,' said Cheveaux in an admiring rush of breathless speech, 'that I may see the plains which I must punish.'

  Connie turned slowly so that her back was to him, feeling horribly self conscious about the size of her muscular cheeks.

  'Ahehhm! A beauty indeed,' gasped Cheveaux in ecstatic appreciation. 'Please squeeze your bottom cheeks together, Madame, for I am sure I have never seen as fine a pair up buttocks as yours.'

  Connie nervously complied, sure that he was being kind, but the noises of appreciation he was making encouraged her, and so she clenched the big mounds lewdly together, then relaxed.

  'Again, madame,' if you please?' he entreated, and so Connie kept it up, alternately tightening and relaxing her cheeks around the grip of her thong until they started to tire.

  'To the desk, if you please, Madame,' he instructed from behind her, as he saw her tiring cheeks begin to quiver.

  She turned, and saw that Amelia had risen to look at her. She stared at the young blond woman until the girl's eyes dropped, and only then would Connie allow her eyes to look down at the girl's fuzzy crotch. She had petite little pink lips,, not as full as Connie's own, and they barely showed because the girl had crossed her legs. Connie let her big cheeks roll heedlessly as she stalked towards Cheveaux's desk, and paused beside him to look into the kind brown eyes before bending and spreading her arms to grip the other side. She knew what men wanted, as every woman secretly knows, so she tilted her muscular arse back as if she was to take a horse between her cheeks.

  'I am ready for my punishment, Mister Cheveaux,' she taunted him, knowing that his elegant palm could never tame a bottom such as hers into submission.

  She felt his hands fluttering at her waist as he tucked her blouse further up her back so that her full bottom was exposed.

  'Would you like me to fetch the rod, Madame?' he enquired slyly, and she was tempted, knowing in her heart that she desired it's hit kiss fervently, but a small, sane part of her insisted that Geoff would notice the marks criss crossing her fine cheeks and she demurred, saying only, 'I think your elegant hand will suffice, Mister Cheveaux.'

  'Bien,' he said, his pleasure at her flattery evident in the smooth tones of his voice. She sensed him turning so that their hips could meet, and then the felt the exploratory touches of his cool fingers as they parted her bottom and examined it's taut cleft. She tilted herself, opening herself to his examination, and it was with a gasp of wet pleasure that she felt the first stinging connection in her left cheek. She relaxed and loosened herself, letting the wasp sting impacts of his hand turn the quivering flesh of her bottom alight. The heat sank into her, increasing with every cheek quivering, heavy slap, and she pumped her hips slowly so that her bottom's groove opened and closed seductively under his eyes, making the seam of her panties work their way between the thick wet lips of her cunt.

  'You may look, if you like, Mister Cheveaux,' she said, panting a little from the lust.

  'Merci, Madame,' came his soft response, and next she felt his fingers at her slippery cleft, as they peeled the hot, sopping panties from between her plump, hairless lips.

  ''Oh, Madame,' he said, warm breath floating in her groove as he bent to examine what he had uncovered, 'You are magnificent. Amelia, come and look at what madame has decided to share with us.'

  The girl, red cheeked bottom wiggling pertly, cam over to stand beside Cheveaux, and the two of them peered into Connie's opened arse.

  'It's beautiful, is it not, Amelia?' said Mister Cheveaux, in hushed, admiring tones.

  'Ask her if she will let you fuck it, Sir,' said the girl, as the middle finger of her right hand traced the wet seam of Connie's exposed cunt.

  'Shush your impertinence, Amelia,' he hissed at the girl,' Madame is generous enough to allow us to correct her beautiful bottom. To ask any more would be..' He seemed to search for the right word, all the time holding Connie's cheeks apart and exposing her by the action of his thumb hooked through her wet gusset. 'Ungrateful,' he said, finally decided.

  Connie felt herself poised on the abyss, but the ball of heat in her lower stomach and the tightness in her chest tipped her over the edge.

  'You may fuck me if you like, Mister Cheveaux,' she said, and trilled at the response in her slit as it let another little pulse of lubrication escape.

  'Oh, madame,' he cried delightedly, 'But, no. You are too generous.'

  His free thumb rolled along her tight slit regretfully, face betrayed his longing while he shook his head gently,as if he was forcing himself to take a great sacrifice.

  'I insist, Mister Cheveaux,' cried Connie, squeezing her anus tight to tempt him, knowing that the sight of the little hole drawing in would be irresistible.

  'But madame, I am faced with a dilemma,' he said, letting
one of her big cheeks go and fiddling with his moustache. 'Both your bottom and your slit are equally delectable. How am I to chose?'

  Connie laid her cheekbone along the warming leather of the desk, abandonment making her torpid, and continued lazily flexing her cheeks.

  'I think you must use both,' she eventually murmured, 'for I do not wish to be the source of such tension within you.'

  'Fuck them both, Sir,' spat Amelia, unable to contain her excitement. 'Fuck her cunt and arse!'

  'Amelia,' said Cheveaux, in a tone of reproof, 'Calm yourself. I will do what is required.'

  With that said, Cheveaux, flicked off his shoes, undid the waistband of his slacks and pulled them down, stepped out of them and handed them to the equally bare legged Amelia.

  'Fold those my dear, and place them on my chair,' he told the girl, as he bent and removed his silk boxer shorts. These he threw on the desk beside Connie's eyes, so that she could see them and know he was naked behind her.

  'You will not be too big for me, Mister Cheveaux?' enquired Connie, affecting a nervousness she did not actually feel.

  'I do not think so, Madame,' he replied, 'but you have only to say the word, and I will cease all activity immediately.'

  'Hmm!' said Connie, parting her legs slightly, and putting her hands together to cushion her face from the desktop.

  Cheveaux, while Amelia watched entranced, once again parted Connie's voluptuous cheeks and placed his bare shaft in the groove between them. Red and rude, in the slippery ravine, it pulsed. Connie felt the hot tube pressing against her cunt, and rubbed herself raucously against it. Cheveaux wasted no time before inserting the fleshy knob of his cock into her, for he knew Connie was well along the road to the transport of orgasm, and he wished to have a good session of thrusts into her well oiled slit.

  'And so, Madame,' he said, in a voice that throbbed with excited lust, as he rubbed his glans within the very entrance of her, 'I enter you.'

  Whatever Connie had been intending to say in return was stifled in to a low groan as he drove his thick shaft into her slippery fig-like cunt.

  'Haaar!' she sobbed, as her guilt at allowing a stranger to enter her caused a perverse throb of pleasure to engulf her. The thick shaft spread her well, and she felt it sliding up to press at her insides. It felt comfortably large, but Connie knew she could take a thicker, and a thicker again.

  'Fuck me hard, Mister Cheveaux,' she said, sighing for her lost fidelity, and he began to pump her slit hard, while his hands roughly pawed at her big cheeks. She felt a warm pressure at her anus, and suspected it was his thumb. She was wrong. It was the girl Amelia, who had placed her head awkwardly into the gap between Connie's spread buttocks and the lean, sparse haired stomach of Cheveaux, and was now pressing her tongue against Connie's bottom hole.

  'What are you doing, Miss Amelia?' asked Cheveaux of the blonde bobbing head that obstructed his view of Connie's tight brown anus.

  Amelia ceased her activity for a moment to look up at Cheveaux, and Connie immediately missed the hot sensation of the tongue in her bottom.

  'I'm getting her arse hole ready for you, Sir,' said the pretty blond mouth, which was shining with saliva, 'So that you can get it right up her.'

  'Your sense of duty is commendable,' gasped Cheveaux between thrusts, as Amelia used a finger to show him what she meant.

  Connie groaned and willed her anus to relax, as the girl slipped her impudent digit in to her bottom. She felt her anus stretch a little as a second followed. It had been years since she had any one at her bottom, for Geoff did not like the idea, strange man that he was, and Connie felt a stab of nervousness at the thought of Cheveaux's thick cock following after just two of the girl's slim fingers.

  'Put another finger in Amelia, but slowly,' she warned the girl, 'for I have not had a cock there for a long time, and Mister Cheveaux is strongly made.'

  Cheveaux's cock swelled at the compliment, at the same time as the girl obeyed her and slipped another finger in to join the two that were just inside her anus's rim. The little hole protested, stinging a little as the girl forced her three fingers into a beak, but for all that there were three, they barely stretched Connie's anus an inch across. The sensation of being stretched in both her holes made Connie's head swim. All her attention seemed to concentrate at her rear. She heard the squelching of Cheveaux's cock as it reamed her slippery cunt, felt the fingers come out as the cock went in, heard the excited panting of both Cheveaux and Amelia as they worked at her open arse cleft.

  'Oooh!' cried Amelia, 'She's got a nice big arse, Sir, but it's awfully tight.'

  'Of course, Amelia,' he replied, between taut grunts of pleasure. 'The mature woman has delights that the young girl can only aspire to.'

  'I think her arse is ready, Sir. It's well slippery now,' said the girl, sounding delighted with the result of her efforts.

  Connie wondered, as she felt the girl's fingers leave her bottom and a pocket of cool air slip in, if the girl had ever licked and fingered another woman's bottom before, for she certainly seemed to enjoy doing it as much as Connie enjoyed having it done. Her reverie was interrupted by a heat at her anus that announced Cheveaux's assault, and she barely had time to begin to protest at the way her arse hole was being painfully stretched by the big tool before he was in her. Connie felt her rectum filling, and she wondered at the difference in the feeling now Cheveaux as in her arse. In truth, her anus was stretched as wide as it could go, for Cheveaux's cock was thicker than the tips of Amelia's bunched fingers, and it was at least seven inches long to it's base. A seven inches of meaty cock that he was not slow about pushing steadily into Connie's poor bottom.

  'Mister Cheveaux,'she cried anxiously, feeling her anus stretched taut, 'You are not going to hurt my bottom, are you?'

  'Only a little, Madame,' came the wicked reply, as he shoved his greasy, reddened length up her.

  Her backside filled with hot cock, and Connie could do naught but tense her cheeks and hope that he ran out of cock before too long. Indeed, just as she thought she could take no more, and the pressure of his incoming shaft pressed her intestine uncomfortably against her diaphragm, he suddenly withdrew a good three inches. Then he rammed himself smoothly back in. Again, Connie protested weakly.' Mister Cheveaux, you are stretching me to the full.'

  'I am indeed, Madame, and it is truly glorious to behold,' he said, without a trace of sympathy in his voice.

  'It is my intention to fuck your tight, womanly arse until you scream with pleasure.'

  Connie swooned a little, at the increasingly more pleasurable feelings in her back passage. She filled and emptied, stretched always around the slippery shaft.

  'Amelia,' said Cheveaux urgently, 'Madame's clitoris requires your attention!'

  The girl immediately insinuated herself between Connie's spread legs, facing Cheveaux's swaying scrotum, and positioned her thrust back head so she could lick at Connie's hard bud of a clitoris. Connie moaned, deep in her chest as the girl sucked her clitoris up, and tilted her arse up so Cheveaux could plough her harder. The gusset of her panties chafed deliciously where they had pulled it to one side so they could get at her, and the feeling of being fucked with her knickers still on made Connie feel so dirty that she almost came at the thought of it. It took more than that to tip her over the edge though, for Cheveaux had slowed his pace so that he could thoroughly enjoy shafting her brawny arse, and the feeling of the thick tube pulling her asshole back and pushing it in was just on the verge between tipping her over and keeping her boiling. It seemed that the two sensations melded, the clit sucking and the arse fucking, so that a steady wave of intense pleasure boiled in her loins, and made Connie's vision start to sparkle and fade. She lost coherent thought for a moment, as the feelings in her stretched bottom became too much to bear. The loose rush of her fluids gushing out on the sucking girl's chin signalled the beginning of an intense anal orgasm that had Connie howling against the desktop.

  'See how she comes, Amelia?' said Cheve
aux in admiration, as the quivering woman's muscular ass clenched his bulging cock like a slippery fist. 'I cannot hold much longer, Amelia, be ready to receive me.'

  A grunt from below Connie's flooding cunt signalled that the girl had heard him. He waited to the last moment, when the little convulsions of Connie's arsehole fluttered him into orgasm, then he quickly withdrew his veiny rod from the greasy, gulping sphincter and shot a hot gobbet of creamy sperm into Amelia's waiting mouth. He stroked his cock with one elegant hand, while the slim fingers of the other kept Connie's gulping ass hole open. The sight of it sucking for cock made his own orgasm all the more delicious. He pushed his glans into Amelia's sulky, sucking mouth and made her take the shaft that had so recently exited Connie's bottom hole into her throat. She made no protest, and sucked at his reddened rod lovingly, so that the last milky drops of his come were syphoned off down her pale, convulsing throat. Connie kept her anus relaxed as long as she could, but in the end it closed again, and she squeezed it back to it's former tightness. It felt slightly puffy and stung a little when she squeezed.

  Cheveaux, as he promised, had really fucked it hard.

  'It was good, Madame,' asked Cheveaux, 'The bottom fucking?'

  'Heavenly,' said Connie, already half recovered.