The Gentlemen's Club: Volume One in the 'Noire' series by Emmanuelle de Maupassant

inflamed. Mademoiselle caught his eye
in the mirror before her, ensuring that he observed her smile, taunting.

 
    She took then the tip of the
African’s mighty phallus in her mouth, moving her lips over its bulbous head,
and her tongue along its purple, veined length. Her other hand continued its
ministrations, until she altered her attentions, turning her face to offer
kisses to Zeus’ generous organ.

 
    So it was that MacCaulay was compelled to watch those lips he would kiss
and call his own placed upon the penises of other men; the dainty tongue, which
had probed his in a tender caress, lick the shaft of another’s cock. Moreover,
there was no doubt in his mind that his Mademoiselle had the greatest
satisfaction in the task: an enjoyment only heightened by the knowledge of his
watchfulness. Each stroke of her velvet mouth brought forth a grunt of
appreciation from he before her, which served to increase her fervour . MacCaulay knew her well
enough to see that she had every intention of enjoying those engorged members to
the full, not just against her tongue, but deep within her most private of
orifices.

 
    Sure enough, only a few
moments passed before his Queen altered her stance once more, pushing the
African onto his back upon the divan, so that she might spread her legs to sit
across his lap. Her eyes on those of MacCaulay , she mounted
the dark giant with care, allowing herself time to accommodate his great girth.

 
    Lord MacCaulay was mesmerized by the sight of her, breasts jutting upwards, and ivory thighs
parted, taking the African’s dark cock inside: hips making a gentle forward
caress as she reached the ultimate point of fulfillment, and tilting back as
she rose, the phallus reappearing. The curve of her spine and the slenderness
of her limbs were in marked contrast to the sheer bulk of her ebony lover,
whose hands could have spanned her waist without effort. Moreover, the
luminosity of her pale skin was the perfect foil to the glossy black of he
below.

 
    As her motion upon her steed
gained in ease and speed, she whispered something to her golden Zeus, who had waited
patiently. Mademoiselle lay down upon the giant’s torso, so that her white breasts
brushed his dark chest, and then opened her legs wide, keeping the African’s
phallus firmly within her cunny, but exposing her delectable bottom. She angled
her buttocks so that the delicate rosette of her anus was exposed.
    Zeus reached below the leather
divan and brought up a bottle of the now familiar oil, which he set about
rubbing liberally onto his organ. Then, without further ado, he massaged the pink
bud of her tightest passage with the slippery substance. He took his time with
his caresses, ringing the rim with his finger until she was quite in a fury for
him to enter her. He bothered not with further foreplay, setting about taking the
puckered bloom so beautifully presented to him. As his rotund head pushed
forward, she uttered small cries of anguish. However, within the shortest of
time, her golden lover’s shaft had entered some inches, allowing freer
movement. He lay partially atop her, making slow strokes to her most intimate
of places, as she enjoyed the dark sword of the other. Sandwiched in this way,
her frame appearing most fragile against their strength and size, she enjoyed
the sensation of this double penetration. Zeus’ strokes had been shallow at
first, but became deeper now, as her pretty hole expanded to accommodate him.

 
    MacCaulay’s view was unhindered and magnified many-fold: the
clenching buttocks of Zeus plunged repeatedly at the rounded bottom of his most
beloved, driving forward with relentless hunger, grinding his weapon deep
within her constricted passage. Meanwhile, MacCaulay’s true love, she who haunted him in wakefulness and sleep, pushed greedily upon
the African’s groin, eager to satisfy the longing within her.  

 
    Their shared rhythm was
evidently much to Mademoiselle’s taste, as her