Chapter 1

 

It was Friday night, lust sweeping through Nick Parker, he a horny twenty-year-old. His penis was going so stiff it felt uncomfortable as it was restrained inside his jeans. Staring, he thought his eyes were surely deceiving him.

He and his three mates, Vinny, Micky, and Baz, were in the Starlight Nightclub, only a few streets away from their student accommodation. To say he was with them at that precise moment was not strictly correct. They had parted company ten minutes ago - on good terms.

The four had spotted these three girls, lots of blokes already sniffing around them. The girls were vaguely familiar - they probably at the university, like Nick and his mates. All the members of the trio of girls were very fit - in the shag-able sense. However, as there were only three, and assuming that they were not into group sex, there was one male too many.

Nick drew the short straw, match actually, so, piqued though he might be, he had backed away. It rankled a bit for it was not as if they had even approached the girls and asked them who, if any, they wanted out of the four lads, or whether any of them fancied a three-way.

Now, however, all that was forgotten, for he was feasting his eyes upon a goddess - and he was making sure that she was seeing him gawking at her shapely legs and ginormous breasts. Be bold, he told himself. Feint heart never won a fair lady. There was no point therefore averting his eyes when she caught him ogling her. Otherwise, she probably would think he was a wimp or a creep or something worse.

The two of them, and numerous other people, were in what was laughingly referred to as the quiet bar. It so called because it was the furthest from the dance floor, located up on the mezzanine.

The goddess was sitting close to the end of the beaten-copper-topped bar upon a high, chromium, one-legged stool, facing in his direction. Guessing, he reckoned that she was as tall as him - he, six-foot. She possessed long, shapely, legs which were crossed. The Post Office red, sleeveless, wrap dress reached to mid-thigh. The halter top's deep neckline revealed a good amount of what were clearly unsupported, very-large, bulging boobs. Surely she had recently returned from somewhere sunny, he surmised, as all her exposed skin, at least, had a golden-honey tan. As for her hair, he had never seen anything like it - be it the abundance of it or the fabulous colour. For she was crowned with a voluminous mane of long, lustrous, wavy, coppery-red hair that glowed like fire under the circle of illumination that beamed down upon her from the small spotlight in the ceiling above.

Convinced that she was smiling at him, he grinned back. Was he on a promise, he wondered. Turning her head slightly to the right, she lifted her half-full champagne flute to her lips, sexily taking a sip.

Nick could have sworn she also gave him a saucy wink, causing his heartrate to pound a little quicker.

Stepping closer, he realised she was surely way out of his league. Her lips, her fingernails, were painted the same shade of red as her dress. The dress itself hugged her waist thanks to a golden belt that appeared to have a clasp in the shape of a snake's head. It was bloody obvious that she possessed very large nipples for they were causing the red material to bulge as if there were organ stops pressing against it. If only he could get to suck on them, he thought.

There was a chunky, rectangular-link, gold chain about her neck that reached to the start of her cleavage, and matching three-link earrings. A gold, square-faced, watch was on her left wrist, a gold ring on the thumb. There was a two-headed snake upper-arm bracelet on her right limb, plus a similar design cuff-bangle. Each golden snake head sported two tiny, beady, ruby eyes. Gold rings adorned each right hand digit, except on the third finger, it sported a large red-stone dress ring, the flat surface appearing to be engraved.

Some three feet from her, he plucked up the courage he realised he needed, Nick hesitantly asking, "Can ... can I get y-you another drink?"

Turning her head back to face him, her amazing, amber-coloured eyes examined him over the top of her red-tinted, gold-frame, rectangular sunglasses. Her countenance suggested that she thought he had just slithered from under some slime-covered stone.

She was intimidatingly-stunning. Everything about her screamed "expensive!", way out of his student league. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, he told himself. "Would y-you like to-to dance?"

Unhurried, she uncrossed her legs. Her right foot, clad in a red-silk pump with a two-inch golden-metal heel, went to his crotch and pressed against his bulge. "I'd rather fuck."

"Hrr-rh-rr!" he spluttered, stunned. For although it was the sort of response he had hoped for its brazen bluntness was one hell of a big surprise. "You-you mean you-you and me ... erh, shag?"

Calmly, she made a show of looking about, before replying, "I don't see anyone else talking to me. You look pretty fit. Not bad looking either. And I'm here on a manhunt, seeking someone to fuck the night away with. But if you're not interested-"

"Oh I am. I am. It's just ..." he interrupted, amazed at his luck. "... you're absolutely gorgeous."

"I know, but it is always nice to have confirmation." She spoke really good English but there was a hint that it was not her first language. Her left hand opened her evening bag that was hanging by a golden chain from her right shoulder. Taking out a beige tablet, she popped it into her mouth and washed it down with a mouthful of her drink. Producing a blue pill, she held it out to him. "You'll need this. I'm insatiable. No quick knee-trembler in a ladies loo cubicle for me. I want hours of action. Take it. Swallow it."

She proffered her glass. So he swallowed the tablet, and finished off her drink.

"Come on, let's get out of here. We'll use the side entrance."

"I think I should tell my mates I'm leaving," Nick suggested.

"I thought you were a stud, not some mummy's boy. Come on. The longer we take, the less time we'll have to fuck. You do want to fuck me, don't you." It was not a question, it delivered in the manner of a statement.

"Yes! Yes, of course." Nick reassured, hardly able to contain himself, wondering if he was going to embarrass himself and cream inside his underpants any time now.

Having deposited her glass onto the corner of the bar, she slithered off the stool. Her heels meant that she was taller than him. She was indeed statuesque, and voluptuous, and did not seem to mind him ogling her cleavage, his eyes constantly drawn to her breasts as if magnetised. Taking hold of his left hand, she tugged him in the direction she wanted to go although he quickly, happily, fell into step. They exited via one of the fire doors into a dark, poorly lit, side street.

"What's your name?" she asked, as they turned right and headed along the pavement.

"Nick. Nick Parker," he replied. "Yours?"

"So Nick Parker, I take it you're a student."

"Yes. Second year at McAdam. Where are we going to do it?"

"Suppose you're in some grotty student accommodation? Got a car?"

"Yes. Got an old Fiat 500 back home in Nottingham. There's nowhere to park it down here near the flat I share with Vinny, Micky and Baz," he advised, feeling rather guilty that he had picked up this princess and had nowhere salubrious to take her. An idea dawned. "We could get a hotel room for the night?"

Stopping, arresting his motion, she clamped her hands to the sides of his head, and then came to his mouth with her lips open.

Fucking hell, he thought, I've only gone and fucking cracked it. She's gagging for it. My mates will be so fucking jealous when I get to tell them. It felt like she had two tongues exploring his oral cavity, and two barbels. It was thrilling but the kissing only lasted for a couple of minutes.

"You sweet boy," she cooed. "We'll go to my place. I prefer my twelve-foot bed. There's so much room on it for us to romp the night away. Could hold an orgy in it, in fact." She ran her tongue up the left side of his face, he realising that it was longer than any other girl's he had known. It was split too, sporting diamond, snake-eye, piercings.

Fuck, she was hot. What a slut. What a find. He had, he told himself, most certainly hit the jackpot.

Three more steps and she stopped next to a red Lamborghini Revuelto. "As you can see, red is my favourite colour." Reaching down, she opened the passenger door. "Hop in."

"Wow! Fuck me! Is this yours? Are you rich? God, a Lambo. I've always wanted to drive a Lambo!" Nick enthused, fathoming how to ease himself into the comfy seats.

Stepping around the car, she opened the driver-side door, and got in. She closed her door, so he copied how she had done it.

"Of course this is my car. I've got a Bentley, a Ferrari Spider and a Maserati MC20 at home as well. All red, of course. And yes, I'm rich. Very rich. If you're a good boy, a very good boy at satisfying my needs then I might well let you drive this car tomorrow."

"Wow! Thanks!" Nick responded, delighted. Then in his enthusiasm, he tumbled out questions, "You haven't told me your name? I'm twenty, by the way. How about you? Is your family rich? Where do you live? Where are we going? Are you serious about letting me have a drive?"

"My, my, Nick Parker, what a lot of questions. I'm twenty-eight, but I do like my boys to be younger, they are so much more keen to please. And yes, if you do please me tonight ... or should that be this morning as its just turned midnight, I'll consider letting you drive us back into the city. Of course, if you fail to please, you might have to walk home. My home is, Sodham Court. Three miles or so from here. Yes, my family is rich. We originate from Sardinia, where we still have a Castello. My parents live there, but we do have many other properties. I have, of course, made my own fortune as a trader. I work from home, buying and selling ... trading in stocks and shares, commodities, that sort of thing. As for my name, I am the Contessa Vespa Mandarina Lucifero. Pleased to meet you, Nick."

She plonked a sloppy, tongue-wagging, kiss to his left cheek, before starting the car, a thousand horsepower throbbing as she drew away from the kerb.

"Wow!" he uttered, amazed - gobsmacked. Vinny, Micky and Baz were going to be so jealous. He was going to fuck a rich Italian aristocrat, with a sexy, heavenly, body. Wait till he told them about her tits, they clearly the biggest jugs he had seen in real life. And, best of all, he was in a Lambo that he was going to get to drive. They'd be doubly jealous.

He placed his left hand on her right knee, and gave it a squeeze.

"Naughty-naughty," she uttered, using fingers to lift his hand back to his own thigh. "Leave the foreplay until we are bouncing on my bed then I can enjoy it more ... and won't crash the car from over excitement."

They roared on their way, heading down a country lane towards Sodham village. Turning right, they paused, waiting for the driveway wrought-iron gates to open. Minutes later, she brought the car to a stop in front of a pillared portico of a white-stone mansion thirteen bays wide.

"It's bloody enormous," he commented.

Getting out, she took his left hand and ushered him towards two large red-lacquered doors. Each bore a black roundel insert, he trying to make out what was incised into each. Both doorknockers were in the shape of a snake's head. However, one leaf opened as they got near, so he could not tarry to take a closer look.

Standing there, holding the door open, was a naked girl about five-foot-seven in height. Her hair was blonde, each side of her head shaved so what was left looked like a Mohawk style. In her twenties with double-D breasts, he swiftly guessed. He was surprised, her nipple too were large, the size of coral-pink blackberries. Her earlobes, nasal septum, nipples and clitoral hood were pierced, each sporting a D-shaped fitment, all appearing to be made of gold. Upon her left hip was a tattoo of what he took to be a wasp.

There were a couple more things that caught his attention. An inch above the left eye socket (and an inch closer to her ear) there was a tiny scar, roughly in a cross shape. The other thing, which held his attention longer, was, he could swear, that her clitoris was bigger than normal, its tip poking out of its hood.

"Put the car away, Luzee," Vespa instructed, chucking her the keys. "Then lock up."

"Yes, Domina," Luzee replied, dropping a short curtsey.

The main staircase was to the right. At the centre of the hall there was a black wrought-iron balustrade which surrounded a circular hole in the floor - there was a corresponding hole in the ceiling. Making a beeline for the balustrade, he managed to glimpse down and see another white-marbled floor below. Inlaid, in black, was the same roundel as on the doors. It looked to him like a pentagram, the sort of thing he had seen in various horror films.

Double doors on the left, just past the lift, opened and a black girl appeared. She was nude too. Probably mixed race, he instantly surmised, for her skin was a light-brown colour. Her hairstyle, piercings, nipples, breasts and tattoo were all similar to those of Luzee. Filled with lust, his mind raced? Was he going to be really lucky tonight and get to play with three super-sexy girls? The three of them looked hot enough to grace any porno film.

"Do you require anything, Domina?" the girl asked.

Luzee had already stepped outside in her bare feet. Bet the gravel hurts, Nick mused.

"Not at this time, Zannah," Vespa replied.

Taking his hand, she jerked his attention back to her and led him to the staircase. "If you are wondering, I swing both ways. There's nothing like a juicy cunt to get me really aroused. No doubt, like most boys, you fantasise about such things. Two girls fucking each other?"

"Well yes. Sure thing. Which guy doesn't like fantasising about lesbians getting it on?" Nick answered, still wondering if he was going to be triply lucky.

Reaching the marble landing, there a fancy, modern, chandelier hanging above the hole, they crossed to a door. Entering an ante room, she opened the door into the bedroom.

When she had said a twelve foot bed, she was not kidding. Nick looked with awe - it would have filled his entire bedroom. Other than that, the room only contained bedside cabinets and two chaise longue.

"I'm going to go and get undressed." - Vespa pointed to a door opposite that which they had just stepped through. - "Your dressing room and bathroom are thatta way." - She indicated the ante room and another door. - "Feel free to use it. Then, when you're naked, and probably used the loo, come back in here. Take the duvet off the bed and fold it neatly, putting it on one of the chaises." - She plonked a kiss to his lips, then lapped her forked tongue sloppily up his right cheek. - "Hurry back and be ready for me but expect a bit of a delay as a girl has to make herself presentable."

"Right. I'll be back A-S-A-P," Nick eagerly replied, penis hardening again, lusting at the thoughts of what was to come.

As instructed, he passed through the ante room into a fancy dressing room. The cupboards and shelves were empty. Struggling with his tight jeans, he eventually got them off and he hung them up, and his denim jacket and long-sleeved shirt. (The night club insisted men wore long sleeve shirts - the women on the other hand could be next to naked - was that discrimination or what?)

When he was naked, he admired himself in the long mirror. He was justly proud of his physique, he reckoned. There were definite hints of a six-pack. Chest muscles were well defined. As he caressed his Mr Average cock, it responded, going stiff. He just hoped that the Viagra she had given him would keep him hard for the rest of what was now technically morning. Suddenly, he had the urge to shit, so he entered the opulent bathroom and took a dump. He even tried out the bidet, having used one before when he was in France on holiday with his parents.

"I'd best get back to the bedroom and shift that duvet. Don't want to be late and her to get annoyed with me for keeping her waiting, do we?" Nick mumbled to himself. "She's gagging for it."