Hugh’s return was imminent. I got through the days, impatiently, at my day job as the Village Librarian. I was always demure and proper in my grey suit and white shirt. Only I knew that underneath, I wasn't wearing knickers.
That isn't completely true. I have a few favourites who come to the Library daily. They always ask for literary greats. The truth is, I sneakily find them erotic tales of dirty deeds, which I carefully place between the worthier tomes and into their carrier bags. The bags usually carry a Waitrose slogan, as if it gives the scenario an air of respectability. The erotica is hidden away on the top shelves, away from the disapproving eyes of the local do-gooders.
They always accompany sweet little Eve to fetch these books and to hold the ladder safely while I retrieve them. I do so, carefully and slowly, and there are no cameras in this secluded section of the old Victorian building. At each step, I hitch my skirt a little higher to enable a good view of my black bush. Some days, if I am feeling randy, I pull it up completely to show them my bare, well rounded ass and glossy black fringed pussy. I have even been known to sit on the top step and open wide.
The Major is a particular favourite of mine. He is 80 and horny as fuck. One of these days, I will take up his invitation to visit him at” The Grange” for afternoon tea. I might do it before the costume ball. I could rehearse Eve the temptress.
He was the first person I flashed. To be honest, it was unintentional. I was halfway up the ladder when I remembered I was commando. He was old. He wouldn't have noticed. Wrong! The grin on his face and the primal leer showed otherwise. It turned me on big time.He told all his pals, and they all visit sweet little Eve regularly. I have also been aware of some of the other users, male and female, smiling at me in a conspiratorial manner and winking. Guests from Hugh’s party. They are not privy to sweet little Eve’s delights, at least not in the Library.Thinking about Hugh and Eve the Temptress role, has got me horny. Very horny. I messaged Dan.
“Working overtime tonight at the Grange. Rehearsals for The Costume Ball 😉”
The major was just leaving. Unfortunately, he had been attended to by my colleague, Miss Timpson. No chance of a pussy peek there. Doubt anyone other than a gynaecologist has ever had a glimpse! He looked unhappy.I caught up with him.“Major. This is my half day. May I take up your invitation to come for afternoon tea to discuss War and Peace ?” The grin said it all. I grabbed my bag and car keys and followed his car to The Grange.It was a beautiful, mellow red brick building.The door was answered by an elderly retainer, George. He was even older than the major. I was introduced as sweet Eve from the village library.
Tea was brought to the conservatory, which was flooded with light and warmth. Wonderful plants filled the air with their aroma. We sat down.He turned to me with a twinkle in his eye.
“It is rather warm in here, my dear. Why don't you remove your jacket?”
Randy old goat was not wasting any time on niceties. Suited me. I was enjoying this.Primly, I shed my jacket.
“Perhaps you should undo some of these buttons, too?” All the buttons were slowly undone and I opened the blouse to reveal the white lacy bra which pushed my boobs upwards and together in a seductive manner. The major was licking his lips. His jacket was off, and his shirt was unbuttoned too. He was mirroring my actions.
“I think your breasts need more air, it is exceedingly warm.” Primly, I shed my blouse.His shirt came off, too. He was bare-chested. “ What a pretty brasière. May I have a look?” Not so primly I unhooked my bra and my ample tits spilled out. My nipples were hard and erect with desire. I passed my bra to him. He rubbed his face in it, inhaling the scent of my body and perfume.He then gazed longingly and lustily at my breasts, which were tantalizingly close to him.“May I?” At my nod he stood up and greedily grasped my tits, exploring with a hunger and fervour suited to a man half his age. I was thrilled, and wet, he paid particular attention to my aroused nipples, pinching and pulling and rubbing.In a breathless voice, he muttered, “Far too hot in here, my dear. Not healthy for you, I think your remaining garment needs to come off.”He knew, of course, when my skirt came off, I would be naked apart from my heels. I obliged, and unzipped my skirt and stepped out. He stepped back to get a good look. I slowly pirouetted to show him my fine ass too.
“What a sweet girl you are, Eve. I have a request which I hope will not shock such a sweet, innocent lady.”
Me!!! Sweet? Innocent? I could be anything he wanted me to be. I nodded coyly. He asked me to remove his trousers and underpants. I pretended to be bashful.
“Now you have been naughty.” He sat down and motioned me to bend over his knee, presenting my naked bottom to him. He stroked it vigorously, then his very experienced fingers found their way inside me. I was so wet that he could insert four fingers easily. Then he removed his fingers and pushed my bum up higher and spanked me. The sound echoed pleasingly. It tingled. It did not hurt. He repeated it several times till I knew my buttocks would be red and branded with his hand prints. “Oh, Eve, you have been naughty. You left home without your knickers. You let men look up your skirt. But you are shy and sweet and don't know that girls shouldn't do that; however, naughty girls get spanked, don’t they?” I agreed that I had indeed been naughty and needed further spanking. “Stand up and bend over.” Several more smacks. Then he moved me till I was on all fours and his erect cock entered me, after a sound fingering. I was squirming with pleasure, my buttocks tingling. My vagina was not the recipient. The Major was an accomplished anal veteran. In the throes of passion, the door opened and George appeared.
“I am here to collect the tea tray, sir. May I be of further assistance? He was smiling at the sexual act unfolding in front of him. He hadn't seen a pussy, breasts and a butt being fucked in a long time. “Thank you, George. Not at the moment. Perhaps on another occasion, but please stay .”Then, with a shout, he came and coated me very thoroughly. George was grinning widely.
“Eve has been a naughty girl. She left home wearing no knickers. She has to learn her lesson. I suggest you administer a spanking. Eve, bend over this table, please.” George moved quickly. He wiped up his Master’s juices, groped my upturned bum, inserted his fingers into my vagina, then he proceeded to smack me while the Major watched approvingly, as the sounds echoed round the conservatory. Again, he did not hurt me, and I loved the tingling. Wow, what an afternoon!
When I arrived home, Dan greeted me enthusiastically, the clothes which I had just put back on were scattered all over the kitchen, as he took me on the kitchen table, admiringly stroking my pink buttocks. he informed me that Hugh had called. When he heard that I was at The Grange, he said he would make sure the Major was invited to the Costume Ball…….in two days!!! The Major would be thrilled. “Hugh has another request. He would like you to be completely smooth for your performance. He loves your pubic bush, but it hides your inner delights, and his guests will want to see clearly what you look like. He thinks you will be a sensation. He has also arranged a raffle. Tickets are £50 each. No limit on the number bought. All proceeds from the raffle are yours, if you agree. The winner gets a ringside seat in the room behind the mirror, plus a minor part in the production. I told him you would be happy with that.” I was ecstatic. I'm sure it would be a lucrative evening.
Hugh arranged treatments at an expensive spa. I was waxed. Oh yes, my pussy was very visible now. With very little movement, I could display everything for my audience of voyeurs. He also arranged makeup. Heavy, sultry make-up and false lashes. I looked hot.
Dan and I changed into our costumes at the Hall. No staff, except Samson and Jason, the waiters were there. The guest’s costumes were clerical, whichever religion they chose. A variation on the Tarts and Vicars Theme, I was the only tart. Dan did not see me in my Basque. At the arranged signal, Samson and Jason came to escort me to the ballroom. Their faces showed their approval and obvious pleasure at what was ahead. I could hear the sexy saxophone music as I entered the hall, along with laughter and loud voices, fueled by alcohol. The room fell silent, and all eyes turned to me, travelling up and down my body. I felt supremely powerful. The emerald Basque skimmed and clung to my body, it was designed to push my breasts high. They were naked and glistening with the scented oil the therapists had massaged onto my entire body. My nipples and areolae were emerald green too, shaped like a star with a prominent centre. The Basque stopped just above my pubic bone and my smooth pussy, was exposed to their gaze. To the rear my butt was bare. Also oiled and gleaming.. A very clever transfer of a handprint, indicating a recent spanking, had also been applied. I have to say the spa, arranged by Hugh, was rather expensive, exclusive and catered to all requests. The black stockings stopped at my thighs and were held in place by emerald ribbons. My heels were black like my gloves. I carried a black fan which I coquettishly held to my face, then I pretended to modestly cover my breasts and pussy. Eve, the temptress, pretending to be sweet Eve who was unaware she was being naughty to go to a party naked. I was the centre of attention, naturally. Samson and Jason never left my side, constantly filling my glass with champagne. I could see Dan grinning. He was in deep conversation with the Major, dressed as a priest in flowing garb.
The raffle was in full swing, all clamouring for tickets, buying several at a time. The “clergy” were all vying to talk to me. I recognised many of them from The Library and the previous party. When they talked to me their eyes were looking at my emerald star nipples and breasts, then down to my smooth pussy. Not one of them attempted to touch me.
Then Samson and Jason discreetly edged me to the door, the drapes had opened revealing the huge bed. No plan or script had been given. I did not know what to expect, except for good sex with these gorgeous well endowed males. I could not see behind the mirror where I knew around twenty of the county’s wealthiest, older gentlemen were waiting for a performance. I was led to the bed, tied to the posts in an X formation but then I was blindfolded. This was erotic, I was so wet, Jason/ Samson moved my body higher so my lips would be more visible to the mirror. I was ready to come without being touched. Then the door opened and the Lucky Raffle winner entered. They were asked not to speak or reveal their identity. As the winner, they had five minutes to do whatever they wanted but my Basque was not to be removed. Oh a little modesty!!!!! Unknown hands fiercely grabbed my breasts, squeezing and pinching and sucking, I hoped the green would stay in place! Then a hand moved down to my pussy. It was the first fingering without my bush, it felt really erotic, I knew it would look good. Then the fingers found my throbbing clit and rubbed it until I felt my body arching and a moan escaped my lips. Then a passionate kiss and my mouth was probed by a searching tongue. It was frantic, hurried and fabulous.
Five minutes were up. I heard the chair creak as my unknown clergyman sat down. Jason and Samson took over. One between my legs, tonguing and fingering me, the other massaging my breasts. I have never experienced such erotic pleasure. To know I was being watched took me over the edge. Then a penis was placed in my mouth, I couldn't touch but my tongue and teeth gave pleasure. At the same time another penis entered my pussy, throbbing and grinding. They both came. My mouth was full, as was my pussy. I felt the bond being untied. Surely it wasn't finished?
No, I was turned over, my blindfold stayed on. I think they changed places. I was on all fours. I was placed where my butt and lips could be seen, I was dripping. Then the fingering again, sure and confident but this time it was my back door entrance. I squirmed in ecstasy. A cock was placed into my mouth again, perfectly timed as the other entered my anus. Then another pair of hands fondled my breasts. The unknown raffle winner. Three men servicing me. Then my body was moved slightly again and an unknown hand spanked me. Jason/Samson spoke.
“Eve, you have been a naughty girl again. You showed your pussy and breasts and butt to all the respectable clergymen. You have sinned. They do not approve. Each will administer a punishment.”The door opened, not a word was said. I heard footsteps. Each of these respectable gentlemen was going to punish me.
Fabulous. None of it hurt. It tingled, yes but was so arousing. They had one turn of their choice. Some spanked, a few fingered my anus but most fingered my wet pussy, trying to find my clit. Oh yes, Eve the Temptress was loving this. The room door closed. I reached up and untied my blindfold. The performance was over. On the chair was a new outfit to wear. The Basque was wet and stained. There was also another door. It was a beautiful bathroom with a shower, expensive toiletries and towels. I showered and changed into the clean clothes and underwear. I left the Basque behind.
When I went into the ballroom, only Hugh and Dan remained. They both smiled at me. “You were truly spectacular Eve. My thanks to you. Our Vicars and priests will go home and give their wives a night to remember. As well as your £500 fee, there are the proceeds of the raffle. £1500 which is yours on condition that the winner remains anonymous. Dan knows this too.” I was gutted. I really wanted to know who had fingered me so expertly. I wanted the money more. As Dan and I prepared to leave, Hugh gave me a chaste kiss on each cheek.
Was that a trace of green on his top lip?
