the reputation of the area for sex tourism. Still, we have to go a little way in, because I think we ought to introduce Lucy to a Brazilian, don’t you, Giselle?’
‘Yes, a big one. I’ll call Sabrina.’
I began to speak, already feeling as if I was a toy for their amusement and not quite ready for it, but then went quiet, telling myself I’d get the best experience by letting them take control. A brief phone call and Giselle had arranged something for me, something that set my heart fluttering as we turned in among the bushes, because I had a fairly shrewd idea what they were planning. She made two more calls, leaving me with a serious case of the jitters as I imagined being made to service a string of men.
We’d come to an area of dense undergrowth cut through with a maze of little tracks, but Adrienne and Giselle seemed to know where they were going, and led me to a place where a huge oak sheltered an area of open grass. Leaning against the tree was a person who could only be Sabrina, well over six feet of improbably voluptuous curves packed into a leopard-print dress and supported by lipstick-pink high heels, with a mane of glossy blonde hair falling almost to her waist. She stepped forward as she saw us.
‘Hello, girls, and the new one.’ Her voice was deep and rich. ‘I thought you said you had a little something for me?’
Adrienne applied a firm pat to the seat of my jeans, sending me a couple of steps forward.
‘We do, this. She’s called Lucy and she’s very English.’
Sabrina had joined us, and to my shock and horror her hand went straight between my legs to squeeze my pussy. Then she stepped back with an arch look, wrinkling her nose.
‘Do I smell pussy? I certainly think I felt pussy.’
I was too taken aback to speak, and Giselle was laughing, but Adrienne merely sounded amused.
‘Yes, Sabrina, fresh English pussy, and she’s yours to play with.’
‘Why, thank you. Look up, pretty one.’
She put a finger under my chin, in that same commanding gesture Adrienne so often used, and tilted my head up to look into her eyes. I could feel myself melting, unable to resist the way they were using me. Sabrina had clearly accepted Adrienne’s offer, for her fingers were exploring the contours of my hips and bottom, my waist and breasts, as she looked down at me. Her gaze had me mesmerised, and even as she hauled up my top to bare my breasts to the cool evening air I couldn’t find the will to resist, but put my hands on my head to make them lift and give her full, easy access.
‘Perky little thing, aren’t you? And such stiff nipples, like little corks.’
Her hands were cupping my breasts, her thumbs making circles around my nipples, bringing both teats to erection and making me whimper in response, then cry out as she ducked down to take one between her teeth. I closed my eyes, lost in shame and ecstasy, and it wasn’t until I opened them again that I realised we were no longer alone. Two men had come into the clearing, one small and dapper, one plump and curiously soft-looking, but both so diffident in their manner that I wasn’t even alarmed, just increasingly ashamed of myself. Giselle make quick introductions.
‘These are Guignol and the Flea, both old friends who’ll do exactly as they’re told. Kneel, the pair of you.’
Both men knelt in the wet grass without hesitation and Giselle went over to them, while Adrienne barely acknowledged them and Sabrina continued her exploration of my body.
‘Top off, I think. Let’s have you properly bare.’
My T-shirt was hauled off over my head and I was left topless. Sabrina nodded as I put my hands back on top of my head.
‘Very perky, and very obedient. Wherever did you find her?’
Adrienne pushed a hand between my legs from behind as she replied. ‘Last month. We caught her peeping at us, so now she’s mine. I call her Cochonette.’
‘What a naughty girl. I hope you gave her a good spanking?’
A powerful shiver passed through my body at the crucial word and Sabrina laughed. ‘Oh, my, she’s one of those is she? Does Cochonette like her little piggy bottom spanked?’
She was speaking right into my face, her finger under my chin once more, her tone full of mocking laughter. My blushes must have been enough to give her the answer and I couldn’t bring myself to make the awful admission, but Adrienne stepped in.
‘She likes to be punished, yes, but it’s better to whip her, or she’ll enjoy it too much. Come along now, Lucy, where are your manners? I’m sure Sabrina would like to see what you’ve got packed into those skintight jeans.’
I hesitated and glanced at the two men kneeling beside Giselle, but they were both looking at the ground and seemed to have been ordered not to watch. It gave me an odd feeling of power, for all that I’d been ordered to take my jeans down in front of them. My hands went to my fly, popped the button and eased down the zip, but before I could wriggle my jeans down over my hips Adrienne took hold, stuck her thumbs down the waistband and gave a single sharp tug. I gasped as it all came down, jeans and panties too, down over my hips and lower still, into a tangle at my knees, leaving my bottom and pussy naked as well as my breasts. Sabrina ducked down as Adrienne spoke.
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