Midnight Tales of Torment

by Kitt Gerrard

Genres: Erotic & Steamy Romance; Suspense

Synopsis

Undercover agent Jayne Morton has been in many compromising positions in her career but none so challenging as this one – to be trapped on an Antarctic listening-post with a man who’s tormented by sexual deprivation. And her own provocative presence does nothing to alleviate his condition. Or hers. With the prospect of relief a winter away, the pair are forced to devise a means of living in comfort without undermining their professional relationship. Their solution is to revive the art of erotic storytelling. To liberate their yearning flesh by giving their sensual imaginations full rein. To lie naked in their solitary bunks and spin Midnight Tales of Torment through the long reaches of the night…

Release date: March 13, 2014

Publisher: Headline

Print pages: 256

Sample

It all started whilst I was boarding the plane in Los Angeles. It was the last flight of the day, so it was crowded and there was more than the usual crush as everyone tried to get into their seats. I was standing in the aisle, struggling to store my luggage in the overhead lockers, when I noticed this really gorgeous girl making her way down the plane. She was so good-looking that all the men turned to watch her as she went by. When she arrived at my row she stopped and I realised she was going to be sitting in the window seat next to me.

Just as she paused beside me, the man moving along behind her tried to push past and he accidentally knocked her bag out of her hands. It landed upside down and all the contents spilt out onto the floor. The most embarrassing part of it was that one of the objects that fell out into the middle of the gangway was an enormous strap-on dildo. It was a huge thing; a great, long, pink veined cock standing out of a triangular padded base with all kinds of leather belts attached to it.

Luckily for the girl, I happened to have a magazine in my hand and, thinking quickly, I managed to drop it over the dildo so that it was hidden from view. Then, in all the confusion that followed, I was able to bend down and secretly smuggle it back into her bag before anyone else saw it. Only the girl realised what I was doing and she threw me a really grateful look for saving her blushes.

When we were finally settled down beside each other, she’d introduced herself as Carrie and thanked me again, profusely. Then, after the plane had taken off and the stewardess had come round serving dinner, she and I got talking over our meal.

Of course, I didn’t tell her the truth about myself, about my real job working for Section, the British Government’s secret intelligence-gathering department. But, like all good agents, I had a good cover story prepared.

I told her I worked for a European electronics firm and that I’d been in Los Angeles finalising the details on a big export order. Now it was all tied up, I was on my way to Washington to begin a well-earned vacation, travelling around the States for a couple of months, hoping to see as much as I could. (Like all good lies some of this really was true. I have just completed an important mission in LA and am going off on a trip round America before I go home.)

In return, Carrie had told me she was flying to Washington to transfer to an international flight to Saudi Arabia. When I’d asked her casually the reason for her visit, she answered vaguely that it was a ‘business trip’. But the coy way she said it just compelled me to ask her what kind of business she meant. And then, to my intense excitement, she’d drawn me closer and in her rich, Californian accent she’d started to tell me this amazingly sexy story:

I wouldn’t normally reveal any of this to someone I’ve just met, but something makes me think you’ll find it more exciting than shocking. I want you to know that I’m actually a trained actress, trying to get into movies in Hollywood. I’ve got a couple of very promising casting calls coming up in the near future, but in the meantime I’m paying my bills by working as an exotic dancer in a nightclub.

That’s where I met the man I’m going to visit in Saudi. And I’m not ashamed to admit he pays me to do more than just let him look at me when I go there. This guy is one of the oil princes; money no problem. He gets a kick out of flying me all the way from America just to spend a single night with him. He always makes me bring that big dildo with me and says it turns him on to think of me travelling halfway round the world carrying it in my bag, knowing that as soon as I arrive it’s going to be used on me real hard.

I always carry it in my hand luggage because I have this crazy fear that if I put it in my suitcase the dogs they use for searching for drugs will, you know, sniff it out. And then the customs people would open up my bags and find it and I’d have to explain what it was doing there – which would just be such a total embarrassment.

These trips to Saudi are a bit of a change for me. Usually I’m the one who wears the dildo. But, when I’m with this guy, it’s him that gets to put it on. He either straps it on above or below his real dick and I never get to know which way round he’s going to use it on me until the last moment. It all depends on which position he orders me into.

He’s married, so we have to go to this hotel penthouse that he keeps just for his sex on the side. We have this set routine. I go take a shower and, by the time I come out, he has the curtains drawn and he’s waiting for me in the darkness. Hardly any light comes into the room, so all I can see is him standing there with these twin shafts sticking out of him. He has this big thing about making it look as though I’m going to be screwed by a guy with two cocks. It’s not until he goes into me that I get to tell which is him and which is the dildo. All I need to know is that he’s going to push one in my pussy and the other one up my ass and I’m going to get ridden double-barrelled, until I see stars.

And take my word for it, girl, if it’s done expertly like he does it, you’ve never had anything like it. He prides himself on his control. Sometimes he screws me right through the night. Makes me lose count of the number of times he brings me off.

I knew my cheeks were flushing pink at the outrageous things Carrie was saying. But, when she saw how she was arousing me, she just smiled knowingly and started telling me more, straight away.

My Arab prince pays me a fortune to let him have me like that. But like I said before, when I’m at work in the club, it’s me that gets to wear the dildo. Maybe you’ve guessed already that the show I’m in isn’t exactly Shakespeare. It’s a sex revue and my act is the highlight of the performance.

I play the role of this bad-assed biker. I ride on stage sitting astride this huge motorbike, dressed from head to toe in black leathers. When I reach the front of the stage, I pull my helmet off and shake my hair out and start to do a sexy strip routine in front of a mirror.

When I’m down to my thigh boots, I go back to the bike and open up the saddlebag. First I take out this big vibrator dildo and strap it on over my pussy extra tight so that it stands out of me like a really stiff cock. Then I pull out this imitation gun that’s actually a water pistol filled with lubricating jelly.

I go back to the mirror and stand there for a while rubbing the gun all over my body, making myself all horny in an evil sort of way. Then I suddenly switch on the vibrator and turn my attention to the audience.

I climb down the steps off the stage and I start to walk around among the rows of seats with that huge shaft throbbing noisily in front of me. I pretend to search for a victim, going up to different men and trying them out. I rub my pulsing cock rod into their faces and make fools of them by furtively firing a little squirt of the lubrication gel over their crotches. Then I make them stand up so that it looks as though they’ve lost control and shot their load inside their pants.

I give the women the same treatment as well. I push the cock up between their breasts, make a few of them take the end of it in their mouths until I take a fancy to one especially and I grab her and wrestle her up onto the stage at gunpoint. Of course, it’s all a fix. The girl I choose is another of the cast members, pretending to be a paying customer.

I haul her up onto the stage roughly and throw her sideways over the leather saddle of the bike so that her ass is lifted up into the air. When she struggles to get up, I smack her butt real hard and push her back down. Then I snatch her dress right up over her hips and I yank her panties down to her knees so that everyone can see her pussy.

I push the gun up between her thighs and I squirt her little bush all over with the jelly. Then I throw the gun away and ram the dildo up into her. As I start to have her with it, the girl begins calling out, gripping her fingers over the edge of the saddle. I put my hand down round her belly and act as if I’m frigging her off at the same time.

In a short while, the girl’s shouts turn to moans of pleasure. She starts to get me to go faster and deeper, rips her dress open and pulls her breasts out of her bra so that she can massage them in her hands. I stand behind her with my legs apart, sneering and laughing at her. Screwing her on and on until she suddenly jerks back and screams in exaggerated orgasm and the stage is plunged into darkness.

I caught Carrie looking at me slyly then and knew she could tell all too well the effect her story was having on me. I knew that as she went on again she was deliberately trying to arouse me now.

Obviously, the girls are professionals, they don’t really orgasm, they just fake it. But there was actually one time when it wasn’t like that. It was just after I’d started at the club. I was still very nervous and I didn’t know all the other girls that well. On only my second week there, both my usual ‘plants’ in the audience called in sick so another of the performers had to take their place.

I spoke to her briefly before the show but, the thing was, when it came to the part of my act where I had to pick her out, I couldn’t recognise her. I couldn’t remember what she looked like well enough and the long and short of it is – I picked the wrong person!

I grabbed some completely different girl and hussled her up onto the stage. I thought at the time she was putting up more of a fight than normal, but I just put that down to her not being used to the act. The girl didn’t know it was a put-up job, she just thought she’d been unlucky to get picked out.

She certainly behaved just the same when I got her up onto the stage and threw her over the bike saddle. She wasn’t expecting it at all and, for a moment, it caught her by surprise. But then she started to put up a big struggle and it wasn’t until I slapped her ass real hard a good few times that I could get her to lie still.

As soon as I had her under control I went straight on and lifted her dress right up. It was only then that I realised something was wrong. Instead of the cut-away knickers and stockings I’d been expecting to find, this girl had on ordinary cotton panties. But there was no way I could stop the act to find out what was going on. I just had to carry on.

So I grabbed hold of the panties and pulled them down as far as they would go, letting everyone there see her bare quim.

Normally my ‘victims’ lubricate their pussies well beforehand so that the dildo always goes into them easily. I might have guessed my mistake if I’d found this girl dry. But, the truth was, she was so turned on she was as wet as anything! In fact, she was so hot, she actually moaned out when I took the gun and squirted the cool jelly over her mound.

I thought she was just acting real good when she did that, so I gave her the dildo straight away. Pushed it right up into her. I was amazed how easily it vibrated itself up inside her. Didn’t realise it was because she had such a wide-on. It wasn’t until I put my hand under her and felt her clit that I discovered how aroused she truly was. Her thing was huge. I mean really swollen and heavy. It was dangling down out of her onto the saddle.

Surprised but horny as hell to find her like that, I started to rub the clit in my hand properly for once. Deliberately doing it the same way I touch myself so that she’d like it. But it was only when I began to feel her pussy gripping on the dildo as I pushed it into her that I realised she was actually going to come.

You won’t believe how sexy it was standing there and knowing I was bringing that woman off for real, making her climax in front of all those men. Her head started to bang from side to side. She began to pant and groan. Then suddenly she called out and reared up and came on the end of my shaft as if she was just going to die from orgasm.

I remember swallowing hard at this point. The thought of that young girl being hauled out of the audience, having her pants pulled down and being cocked to orgasm like that just did something to me. It showed so clearly that Carrie leant over and whispered in my ear, ‘That’s really got you going, hasn’t it?’

I nodded, a little shyly.

‘How much has it turned you on? Has it made you want to come, too? Has it made you so randy you want me to relieve you the same way right now?’

I turned towards her, shocked to the core. But I gave no answer to her question and my lack of protest was enough to make her smile to herself again.

The lights in the cabin had all been turned down by this time. The stewardesses were settling people down for the night, handing out pillows and blankets. When we were given ours, Carrie told me to spread my blanket over myself and she did the same with hers, overlapping the two together so that the gap between us was completely covered. As soon as they were in place, I felt her wriggling around, slipping her skirt and panties down under the blanket. She gestured to me to start doing the same and, to my own surprise, I did as she told me.

I tried to do it furtively, easing my things down without anyone seeing me. I kept glancing nervously across the passageway at the man directly opposite me, but he seemed to be fast asleep. All the other passengers around me had their eyes shut, too. The dangerous thrill of stripping off in public like that made my pussy quiver with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

At last, my bunched-up skirt and knickers emerged from the bottom of the blanket. I tucked them under my seat with my feet, hiding them out of sight. The woven seat cover felt rough against my bare backside. I saw Carrie reaching forward under her blanket. I realised she was taking the big dildo out from her bag and I suddenly went wet at the thought of what she was going to do to me with it.

Almost as though I was in a dream, I sat and watched her shifting round under the blanket, strapping the sexual appliance round her, pulling the belts tight round her waist and between her legs. As she moved around I kept catching glimpses of the hard tip of the shaft poking up into the cloth. It seemed to point out a frighteningly long way; the thing looked bigger than ever now it was on her. She reached into the bag again and brought out a bottle of oil. She spilt some into the palm of her hand and then dropped it down under the blanket. I could clearly see her polishing it onto the ball-shaped end of the dildo far in front of her. I couldn’t help thinking that, if she’d seen the state my pussy was in, she would have realised she didn’t need a drop of extra lubrication to get it into me.

Ready now, she turned in her seat towards me. At the same time, she guided me round so that I was twisted away from her, facing out into the aisle. Spooning herself up behind me, she lifted my leg slightly and spread me open. I jerked involuntarily as I felt the first touch of the slippery tip pushing through from the back of my thighs and began to imagine what it must have been like for the girl in her story, having the same thing done to her with dozens of aroused men watching.

Her hand came worming in beside the shaft, feeling my pussy, opening me with her fingertips so that she could guide the tip forward. And then, with one single, easy stroke, she slid the whole length of the dildo up inside me!

Before I could recover, she started moving it in and out of me, secretly screwing me from behind, driving me crazy. I rested my head against my pillow, moaning into it softly, but Carrie pressed her lips to my ear and hushed me silent. ‘Shh! Not a sound. Pretend to be asleep. I’ll be very gentle with you.’

I closed my eyes in obedience and, moments later, I felt her fingers snaking round my belly, searching out the hot nub of my clitoris. I heard her let out a tiny gasp of delight when she discovered how very full and erect it was. She started masturbating me straight away, exciting me in a way I’d never experienced before, plucking my clit out with her finger and thumb and rolling it round between her fingertips so that I had to bite the pillow to keep silent.

And all the time she was touching me, she kept slowing dipping the dildo in and out of my pussy, burying it right in until the leather base pressed against the cheeks of my bottom, sinking the hard shaft into me as easily as a hot knife going through butter.

She was a real expert. She seemed to know just how I wanted to be taken, how hard I could stand being rubbed, even what had aroused me the most in the story. She started murmuring in my ear about the lights going out after the girl came and the bike being pulled off the stage. About how when they got backstage she was still draped over the bike, still orgasming. About how when Carrie found out her mistake and apologised to her, the girl had said not to worry, that it was the best orgasm she’d ever had!

Carrie knew exactly what she was doing to me, knew when she’d taken me to the very edge of orgasm. As I reached the precipice, she started thrusting a little harder, rubbing a little faster, making me pant uncontrollably.

It was wonderful. Then, too much.

I jerked forward and, instantly, her free hand came up to press me down over the arm of the seat. She held me as I leaned right out into the darkened aisle, my long, black hair hanging down to the floor. And then, twisting her hips forward under the blanket, she began to vigorously shaft the most incredible climax out of me.

I abandoned myself to pleasure, letting her buck me back and forth across the seat arm without shame or caution. Right at the very peak of the climax, as I was tossing my head to and fro in ecstasy, I looked up and saw one of the stewardesses was staring back down the passageway at me. For one second, she made to come to my aid. Suddenly she saw the expression on my face and stopped dead in her tracks. Then she turned and walked away again.

As soon as I hear my name being paged in the arrivals lounge I realise the stewardess on the plane really did see me being orgasmed. And that, worse still, she must have known it was another woman doing it to me!

I’m immediately reminded of a story I’d once been told about a friend of a friend who was travelling on a long haul flight to Rome. This woman was a smoker, but, unfortunately for her, it was a non-smoking flight and they were up in the air so long she found herself getting desperate for a cigarette.

Eventually she decided to do what you’re always told not to and crept off to light up in the toilet. Of course, as soon as she lit the cigarette she set off the smoke alarm in the stewardesses’ area and one of them came over straight away with the special key for opening the toilet from the outside.

She unlocked the door and caught the woman red-handed, but, more excitingly, because the woman was sitting with her skirt and panties pulled down, the stewardess happened to get a good look at her pussy.

And what a sight it was! This woman had had all her pubic hair shaved away except for a little tuft at the top that she’d trimmed and dyed into the shape of a bright red heart. Just like the Ace of Hearts in a pack of cards.

The first chance she got, the stewardess whispered about what she’d seen to one of the other girls. From then on, word of the woman’s erotic body art travelled so fast that by the time the plane landed there were two dykey Italian female security guards, all leather jackets, slicked down hair and mirror sunglasses, waiting impatiently for her at Passport Control. They picked the woman out and escorted her away to a tiny, windowless office with nothing in it but a table and two cheap, plastic chairs.

One of the butch Italians brought in a pile of latex gloves and a huge tube of lubricant jelly and then they locked the door behind them. They ordere. . .