Taboo

Keywords: Upstream, 04, Ch., Paddling,

As his erection fully developed I was able to grasp the shaft in my left hand and started to work it up and down, muffled groans emanated from next door. Hoping to get this over and done with as quickly as possible I increased the pace as soon as he was fully erect. Soon the groaning grew louder and the first traces of moisture oozed from the end of his dick. Just then the main door opened and someone entered, Groucho fell silent but I upped the pace and sucked more vigorously at the head. Taken by surprise, the first jet of seed blasted the back of my throat, I immediately pulled back out of the way but continued wanking , the second lot oozed out of the end and ran down my fingers to drip onto the floor. Already he was softening and pulling himself back through the hole. I released him, stood up and spat in the toilet – this was business not pleasure – I cleaned up with some tissue and sat down waiting for him to leave. Once he had recovered and arranged his clothing I heard his door unlock then the swing door open as he left, I breathed a sigh of relief and stood up, unlocked the door and step out of the cubicle.

"You better not be stealing my tricks honey – this is my pub"

I was immediately confronted with one of the least convincing transvestites I had ever seen, his shoulder length silvery white nylon wig framed his jet black African features, as he spoke his nostrils flared and his foul breath clambered over my nose and mouth leaving me almost giddy.

"I got me an appointment at seven – you best not have stole it – I would have to cut you bitch " it squawked

"No such luck sweetheart – ain't made a penny all day" I replied "You take care now!" I added as I pushed past and left.

Fortunately the corridor was empty and I headed towards the ladies, even before I opened the door I could hear Emma in the throes of another orgasm. When I entered I was alarmed to see a middle aged woman wearing a camel overcoat and a headscarf wrapped around her grey hair, standing outside Emma's cubicle staring at the door. She hadn't heard me enter and jumped when I tapped her on the shoulder. The startled, guilty look on her face quickly changed to a smile as she nodded towards the cubicle door and lifted a finger to her lips signing me to be quite and listen. As Emma's squeals diminished there was a roar from Daniel as he obviously made it over the edge.

"Lucky bitch" the woman smiled and disappeared back out into the corridor.

Allowing them a few moments to recover I then knocked on the door

"Its me Daniel – open the door"

With a click the lock was opened and the door swung open, Daniel still had his dick firmly planted in Emma's pussy and was panting heavily. I closed the door behind me and turned to Emma.

"How you doing sweetheart – Daniel taking care of you?"

"Christ Stacey – he's come twice since you left and he's still hard" she exclaimed

Daniel smiled and nodded in agreement.

I pulled him back from Emma and sure enough his hard cock slurped and popped out of Emma's pussy. I turned him around to face me and put one hand on his shoulder and pushed him down to sit on the floor, I indicated for him to shuffle back until his back was against the toilet. Meanwhile Emma remained where she was, her naked ass and gaping pussy in full view, I placed my hand under Daniels chin and tilted his head back to rest on top of the toilet seat leaving him staring directly into Emma's spunk filled pussy.

"You made the mess – You clean it up" I ordered

With that I pressed down on Emma's back and she lowered her pussy onto his face. It was apparent that Daniel was partial to a little munching as he attacked it with the same vigour as before. Meanwhile I knelt down and took his hard dick in my right hand and started working it up and down. Contented moans from Emma confirmed she approved of my latest move as Daniel slurped and lapped like a puppy. As I watched my hand work his still hard dick I thought about Daniels situation, he had only ever had sex once and that was eight months ago and today he had managed to come three times in the space of an hour and was fast approaching another one. A few minutes later his stomach and thighs were twitching as he groaned into Emma's sloppy pussy, when he did come unsurprisingly he only managed a few dribbles of ejaculate, I guess he was running on empty.

Once we had all cleaned up we left via the bar, I glanced up at the clock 5:30pm the hands lied – I was already 30 minutes late. Alf offered an insincere farewell as we stepped out into the blustery evening and I hailed a cab from the taxi rank across the road. As he swung around Daniel informed me that he and Emma were heading to another pub to talk and they would see me in the morning, as I kissed his cheek goodnight he whispered in my ear

"Thanks Stacey"

I hugged Emma and jumped into the back of the cab. After giving the driver the address I sat back and wondered how I was going to handle the rest of the evening, quite apart from the fact that I was now as horny as a nun in a cucumber patch, I knew that *""Pinky" "*would be furious at my tardiness.




*"Part XII "*Pinky's Club (MF, public)*

We pulled up outside the restaurant and the driver checked the meter and turned to me

"That'll be £8.50 love"

As I rummaged around in my handbag I suddenly realised that I had not made it to an ATM, whats more I hadn't paid for Alf's drink, cheers Alf that one is on you. I looked up at the driver with the cutest little girl expression I could muster; the "Shit not another one" look on his face told me he knew what was coming next.

"Keep the meter running – I'm only going to be ten minutes then I need to get back to ******" I stuttered

Offering him my credit card

"Here hang on to this till I get back"

His face relaxed and he nodded, I had counted on the £40 run across town be sufficient incentive for him to stay, fortunately I was right. I jumped out of the cab and approached the smoked glass doors of Nick's. A uniformed doorman swung open the doors and ushered me to the Maitre'd station.

"Good evening Madame – you have a reservation?" he asked politely

"I am with the Sadler party " I informed him

"Ah yes – this way please"

I followed as he moved off into the main restaurant, judging by the dιcor the designer had visited Terrance Conan's place in Soho before he had taken the commission for this place. Minimalist adequately described the surroundings, all part of the current trend to leave plush comfortable surroundings to the masses and get the advantaged back to stone floors and wooden seats. Oh well that's progress I mused. As we approached Sadler's table it was obvious that they were just finishing the main course, to my surprise there were already five seated at the table and one vacant chair.

"Mr Sadler sir - the last of your party has arrived". Announced the Maitre'd as pulled my seat out from under the table.

I sat down and awaited my lecture.

"Glad you could join us Mistress Holden" said Sadler

"May I introduce my other guests"

I glanced around the table waiting for him to begin, after a few seconds of silence I turned back and looked quizzically at Sadler.

"May I?" he repeated

Now I was really confused, no lecture on tardiness - Mistress Holden – asking permission to speak – Like a bolt of lightning it struck me.

"Oh do get on with it *"Pinky"*" I ordered.

The gamble paid off.

"Very well Mistress" he started " You know Mistress Angela of course, to her left is Mistress Ami and next to you Mistress Elizabeth and on your right Master Dean"

Goddamnit this was freaky.

"Excellent *"Pinky"* Now! champagne and some oysters for me I am famished "

As Sadler instructed the waiter, who had since appeared, I glanced at each of my dinner companions in turn. Mistress Angela aka Ms White had certainly "scrubbed up not bad" as they say. She was appropriately attired in a long black velvet dress which was cinched around the waistline giving her a full hour glass figure, with her hair up and pinned with black velvet diamond studded clasps she looked quite stunning, particularly since she had ditched the winged spectacles.

Mistress Ami was no more than twenty one I guessed. No mistaking her main attraction – a 36 EE bust which was wrestling with her low cut black taffeta gown and by the look of things the bust was winning and would be free any minute now. Her long blonde hair was in stark contrast to the pillar box red lips and nails, despite her lack of sophistication she "was" very pretty. The middle aged Mistress Elizabeth was an entirely different kettle of fish, she oozed wealth and sophistication, her black sleeveless gown was of heavily embroidered raw silk, the black embroidery on the bodice depicted the silhouette of a prize steeplechaser with rider following the hounds over a boundary fence. Streams of blue white light bounced off the diamond choker around her neck and matching bracelet around her slim wrist. Her posture, poise and air of self confidence were definitely a product of Switzerland and old money. Master Dean was around my age but with the complexion of an 18 year old. Steely blue eyes crouched under jet black eyebrows and slicked back hair; he was a handsome rugby playing type who looked decidedly uncomfortable in a dinner jacket.
So this was Sadler's sordid little private club and I had just been recruited, I felt as if I had just been shanghighed into a witches coven and any minute now I would be invited to sacrifice a virgin to the Lord Lucifer. Thinking about it, I considered Sadler rather brave for taking the chance that I would be at all interested or worse still freely distribute my new found knowledge throughout the office but on further consideration he could always fire me depending on my reaction tonight so perhaps the risk wasn't so great after all. My thoughts were interrupted by the waiter delivering six fresh oysters served on a bed of rocket and crushed ice and a flute full of bubbling champagne.

Keywords: Upstream, 04, Ch., Paddling,