"I disregard the proportions, the measures; the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women do; to enter ordinary relationships. I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic - in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself." – March 25, 1933, from Incest: Anais Nin.
PART ONE
Irma West came to Paris from New York City in the early 1930s. Surrealism was at its height and Paris was on fire with ideas, intellectuality and sex, any kind of sex one could imagine. Irma was thrilled to have escaped the confines of a strict middle-class family upbringing in the USA and she longed to satiate her intense sexual longings to the full, in Paris, the city of light (and of darkness, as she would soon discover.)
Irma had written to a ‘Mr Stevens,’ an American author and editor, living in Paris, to enrol on his summer course for aspiring novelists. He’d advertised in the New York Times and Irma had persuaded her doting father to sponsor her. The dark and precociously cute Irma was an aspiring writer and had published a couple of well-thought-of articles in the New Yorker magazine, back in her home town. Even the waspish Dorothy Parker, the doyenne of New York’s writing elite, said that Irma West was ‘a girl going places.’
‘Of course I’ll be good,’ she’d lied to her parents as they saw her off on the boat to France on an April morning in 1934.
Stevens had planned to meet Irma at her hotel, La Splendide, on the Rue du Magazins, near Monmartre, near where all the famous Bohemians lived. Henry and June Miller and their lover Anais Nin, lived in the district, Picasso lived nearby and Irma knew that Modigliani’s pregnant lover Jeanne, had committed suicide from a balcony of a house just down the hill. She entertained whimsical notions of meeting Henry Miller and Anais Nin, although she didn’t know how. She’d read some of their (illegal) pornography in NYC and she enjoyed it. Irma wanted to be as openly perverted as she thought they and the Surrealist’s were, and she had come to Paris to achieve that aim.
At two o’clock, Mr Stevens showed up in the bar of the hotel. He was a tall man with a long face and a haunted gaunt look about him, dressed in a black felt hat and green trench coat, under which was a battered pinstriped suit. His tie was undone slightly around his thin neck and he toyed with it as he introduced himself and his companion to Irma. ‘Miss West, this is Anna Dubois, she’s my assistant.’ Irma reached out and shook hands with Stevens and his very pretty dark-haired French companion, whose painted red lips seemed unnaturally large and thick. Irma was immediately fascinated by her. They sat at a corner table and ordered some drinks.
Mr Stevens droned on and outlined what writing assignments he would like to give to Irma, handed her a long reading list, told her how he would assess her work, and so forth. Irma listened politely and after a while when a pause occurred in Stevens’ fast-talking spiel, she asked, ‘I wanna write erotica. Can you help me with that, Mr Stevens?’ Stevens stared at Irma, open mouthed. Anna smiled a beautiful smile, a knowing look in her eyes. ‘Yes. Yes, I suppose so,’ Stevens gasped, ‘but why do you want to write that stuff, Miss West, it ain’t exactly literature?’ Irma laughed. ‘I understand what erotica is, Mr Stevens. I wish to write it because I want to feel free to express my subconscious sexuality openly, to be myself instead of having my so-called morals dictated by men all the time, that’s why.’
‘I see,’ Mr Stevens murmured, chewing his bottom lip before he said, ‘…well, we do have an author who specialises in that form of, er…writing.’ He cleared his throat after saying it. Irma started to get angry and then Anna chipped in. ‘Yes we do. The author’s name is “Lou-Lou,” at least that’s the name she uses. Her stuff is quite extreme though, Miss West.’ Irma smiled and sipped her wine. ‘That’s the kind of teacher I require,’ Irma said. ‘She sounds fascinating. An Anais Nin kind of writer: When do I meet her?’ Anna regarded Irma with more than just curiosity and she adjusted the top button on her flimsy white linen blouse, opening it a little. Her thick red lips parted and she said, ‘Tomorrow afternoon, I will take you to her atelier.’ Irma smiled back and dragged on a cigarette, blew the smoke out high in the air, looked Anna in her brown eyes and said, ‘Fine, will you pick me up here at the hotel?’
Anna nodded, ‘Three o’clock sharp. Is that alright?’
‘Prefect,’ Irma said.
Stevens and Anna then left, after Irma gave them half the fee for the writing course, in Francs.
She pondered about the mysterious writer of erotica, “Lou-Lou,” over dinner. How come she hadn’t heard of her before? Irma had read a great deal of French pornography over her twenty-eight years in NYC, but had never seen the name Lou-Lou on anything.
The next day Anna arrived as she said, on the dot, at three. She was alone. ‘Where’s Mr Steven’s?’ Irma asked, putting on a long black velvet coat with a fur collar. ‘He isn’t required today,’ Anna said, curtly. Irma shrugged her shoulders and they went out into the cold late spring afternoon. Anna hailed a taxi. She said to the driver, ’Take us to 18, Rue Demimondaines,’ and they sped off.
In ten minutes, they were there…
Anna said little during the taxi ride and Irma kept her guard up. She was attracted to Anna sexually, but she didn’t want to show it too early. She had made a few lesbian faux pas in New York in the past and didn’t want an embarrassing repeat with the sexy French intellectual sitting beside her.
Anna fumbled with some keys and unlocked a big wooden street door. They went in and then up a dark winding staircase to a room at the very top. Anna unlocked the door to the atelier and they went in. ‘You have keys, how come?’ Irma asked. Anna removed her coat and hung it before she replied, ‘Because this is my place.’ Irma took her coat off too and asked, ‘You rent this place to a writer of erotica?’ Anna swung around and sat down in a large armchair facing Irma and she said, ‘No. I own this place. I am “Lou-Lou,” the writer.’
Irma sat opposite her and drank a glass of Pernod that Anna handed to her. ‘How exciting,’ she said, and then asked, ‘I’ve never heard of you, of your pen name, “Lou-Lou,” I mean. Why is that?’ Anna smiled and put her drink down on a little rattan coffee table. ‘Because I write for a specialised collector’s market and not for general publication,’ she explained. ‘My wealthy clients require extreme scenarios to satisfy their peculiar ‘tastes,’ shall we say.’
‘Extreme?’ Irma asked, ‘How do you mean, extreme?’
‘Filthy,’ Anna said, calmly.
‘Crude, you mean pornographic?’ Irma asked.
‘Yes, very pornographic and in some cases, conventionally disgusting,’ Anna told her. ‘I enjoy being disgusting, it thrills me,’ Anna added, smiling after saying it.
Irma leaned in. ‘Oh Anna, how exciting,’ she confessed, ‘May I read some of your writing?’
Anna smiled and stood up. ‘Sure you can,’ she said.
‘I’m not that experienced, Anna. Your work may shock me,’ Irma mentioned, disingenuously.
‘I don’t think so. But I can tell you like women, Irma…I mean sexually,’ Anna said calmly and slowly, taking down a thick leather-bound edition from a bookshelf opposite. Irma blushed and then said, ‘Oh my Goodness! Is it that obvious, that I like women?’
Anna handed her the book and said with a smile, ‘No, you are not butch, but I can tell you love women, and probably go to bed with them, when you have a chance. I do it myself, so there’s no point in pretending between us, is there?’
Irma looked up at the sexy dark-haired girl of about her own age and said, ‘No, I don’t want to pretend to you, Anna. I wanted you the first time you came to the hotel. You made me wet and I climaxed thinking about you that night, in my bed. There, I’ve said it, so you can tell me I’m not your type, or I’m too fat for you, if you want. I’m used to rejection.’
Anna laughed. ‘Oh… you little fool. You are far from ugly and as for being too fat, voluptuous women excite me. You have the body and face of a pretty Jewess. You are Jewish I take it?’ Anna asked, her hand now on Irma’s shoulder, gripping it tight.
‘Yes,’ Irma said, ‘I am Jewish. My grandfather changed his name from Wildenstein to West, when he came to the USA from Poland.’
‘I like Jewish girls.’ Anna told Irma. ‘I had a Jewish lover, a Russian girl, a couple of years ago, she tasted so sweet.’
‘Taste me, please Anna,’ Irma begged.
Anna leaned in and their mouths met in a long passionate kiss. Anna pulled back afterwards. ‘Read some of that, get some ideas going,’ she said pointing at the volume she’d given Irma, ‘then join me in the bedroom, it’s through there and we may explore some of those ideas.’
Irma sat and leafed through the book. The titles shocked and excited her overactive imagination: ‘How to excite a woman’s asshole,’ or, ‘Piss in my mouth, darling, please,’ or, ‘The whip is sacred when it’s properly used,’ or ‘Two whores tell everything you ever wanted to know about women’s secret dirty desires.’ Irma glanced over the perverted prose descriptions of every known form of Fetish, from shoes to shit, all there in shameless filthy language, all written by the dark intelligent beauty waiting for her next door, in the bedroom.
Irma put the book down carefully and went in. Anna was lying on the bed, on her back. She’d changed from her street clothes to an outfit a deviant prostitute might wear for a discerning client, Irma thought. Anna wore black velvet opera gloves, a tight black leather corset that just covered her slim waist but left her small pointed breasts exposed, with dark brown nipples standing up like little corks. Her black-haired muff was on display and below it, dark stocking tops ended in shiny pointed-toed black leather ankle boots, with high heels.
‘Oh…my darling, you absolute Goddess,’ Irma gasped as she looked over Anna’s reclining body. She rushed over to be with her.
‘Uh-uh…take all your clothes off first,’ Anna said, raising a small black leather riding crop in her right gloved hand and tapping Irma’s large bust with it.
Irma trembled with excitement and removed her white blouse and knee-length black skirt. When her chemise and knickers fell to the floor, Anna whistled crudely, then she said: ‘Mm…what a gorgeous womanly body you have, Irma…simply gorgeous: Such a generous bottom, such strong thighs and such a curvaceous belly, and those heavy breasts with those oh so suckable nipples. All typical of a pretty American girl: You are so full of desire…I can see you are.’
‘Oh God, you are so right,’ Irma gushed, ‘I’m on fire.’
Irma had had a few women lovers in the past in NYC, but none as forthright and commanding as the beautiful Anna, and none had described her so well either. She turned and, at Anna’s request of ‘Come to me,’ she leaned over the bed. Her new lover squeezed Irma’s pendulous breasts, kneading them and putting them around her face, giggling, complimenting Irma on their size and weight, before sucking hard on each hard brown teat. Irma cupped her bosoms and fed them to Anna, and she groaned as she felt three of Anna’s long fingers enter her soaking wet cunt. They sloshed in and out like fleshy daggers. ‘Oh God, that’s incredible, Anna…Oh Anna,’ Irma gasped and she fell forward in a faint on the bed as her climaxed flooded over her. Anna removed her fingers and jumped on Irma’s back and massaged her shoulders and neck as Irma finished herself off by rubbing and stroking her clitoris with her fingers.
‘Mm, yes, enjoy the pleasure, my love. Let it take you with it,’ Anna whispered.
‘Oh my God…Oh my God, I just hoped Paris would be like this,’ Irma squealed, then melted into a meaningless series of gasps and moans as Anna kissed her and handled her large floppy breasts beneath their writhing bodies.
When Irma was finally done, the two women cuddled on the bed, Anna’s arm around the naked Irma, who rested her head on Anna’s slim chest. ‘You must give me an orgasm now,’ Anna said after a while of cuddling. Irma smiled and kissed her new lover and said, ‘Of course, darling, whatever you want, I’ll do.’ Anna smiled and said: ‘Irma, you may regret saying that to someone as deviant as I am, my dear.’
Anna re-positioned Irma so that she was kneeling between her legs and she sat back, against the bed head and spread her legs wide. ‘Lick me,’ she said to Irma. Irma spread the French girl’s hairy cunt with both hands and revealed the moist coral-coloured interior. Her tongue contacted Anna’s clit and she shouted, ‘Yes, right there, right there…yes, right on the little pearl.’ Irma circled it the tip of her tongue, relishing the erotic perfume wafting up from her lover’s genitals. The overwhelming pleasure caused Anna to grasp Irma’s shoulder length black hair and tugged on it, hard.
‘Eat me, you sweet little whore… eat me,’ Anna squealed.
Irma had never been called that name before and she loved it. Her pussy became wide again thinking of what she was doing, in Paris, in bed with a notorious female pornographer and nymphomaniac, being her whore. It didn’t get much better than that for Irma and she sucked and licked her new lover’s cunt like a starving animal.
Another sensation soon joined with the taste and texture of Anna’s cunt. A sharp pain radiated across Irma’s big curvy ass and it caused her to quiver in agony. ‘Ouch, that hurt,’ Irma said, clutching her bottom in both hands. Anna smiled and said. ‘You’re obviously a masochist, my dear, I can tell these things. Trust me. Learn to use pain for your pleasure.’ She waited, the crop poised in her gloved hand. Irma replied: ‘Anna, you are right, I am a masochist. Beat me, as you feel like.’
She got down again and began to lick her new lover’s cunt. Anna smiled. The riding crop came down on her buttocks. Irma grimaced and squealed, sucking harder on the delicious new cunt in front of her. The pain from the riding crop glowed for a moment and then to Irma’s amazement, she felt intense enjoyment and pleasure in allowing her ass to be beaten and then became excited by it. Anna was now bringing the riding crop down across Irma’s buttocks in a continuous flurry of strokes, saying as she did it, ‘Eat my cunt, do it right you sweet little whore, do it properly, that’s it. Mm…I love spanking a submissive bitch, like you. Yes, yes, yes! Mm…you are very good at eating my succulent peach, my naughty little Jewish whore.’ In moments, Anna’s back arched and she dropped the riding crop and held onto her belly. She gripped Irma’s thick black hair in her fist as she climaxed in a frenzy of filthy cursing that excited her new lover beyond all reason.
‘Fucking little whore…dirty little cunt…my little prostitute…Mm, Mm, Mm…yes, yes, yes…’ she screamed.
After sex, the two women bathed together in the tiny bathroom of the atelier. Anna sat behind Irma and washed her huge breasts, soaping them again and again, obsessively cupping them and lifting them, stretching the areolas into two brown cones between her fingers and thumbs, fascinated by her new toys. When Anna tired of her breast fetish, they kissed and shared a cigarette. Anna blew smoke in Irma’s face and she laughed and sucked it in, getting off on the submissiveness of the act. They kissed again, their nicotine-flavoured tongues pressing and licking in a wanton display of arousal.
‘Do you like men, as well as women?’ Irma asked Anna as they dressed. Anna smiled quizzically and said, ‘Of course I like men. A hard cock is a thing of beauty and power. I’ve had many, in every combination and position, my dear.’
‘My goodness Anna, you are so experienced. I’ve only had two men and they were both jerks.’ Irma said.
‘I will introduce you to the pleasures of the penis, in time,’ Anna said mysteriously. ‘First you have to write about our erotic little time here, today. Let me have your essay by next week. The theme is lesbian sex, of course.’
Irma looked disappointed: ‘Can’t I see you before then, darling?’
Anna smiled and held Irma by her shoulders. She looked into Irma’s deep brown eyes. ‘Maybe, but I am very busy. Look, I will contact you at your hotel, when you least expect it. Those are my terms.’
‘Okay darling,’ Irma said, ‘I trust you to know what’s best.’
Anna put Irma in a taxi and instructed the driver where the hotel was. She waved goodbye and Irma looked out of the back window of the cab as it raced off. What would the mysterious bisexual beauty, Anna, surprise her with next?
Irma couldn’t wait to find out…
PART TWO
Four days went by and Irma busied herself with writing her first pornographic short story, based on the scene she had had with Anna, just a few days previously. She sat in her room at the Hotel Splendide and recalled the events, the erotic touching, the passionate kissing; the steamy lesbian sex. She masturbated a lot to keep her libido in check and refrained, at first, from going out at nights as she thought Anna might call by unexpectedly.
On the fifth day she’d finished her text and she was bored, so she went out for an afternoon stroll up to the picturesque back streets of Monmartre, up the steep cobbled slope to the grand church of Sacre Coer that overlooked the whole district. Irma stood on a terrace in front of Sacre Coer and looked out over Paris. The City of Light was wrapped in a shimmering hazy mist. Irma pulled down the black velvet hat she was wearing and sat down on a wooden bench, lost in a reverie of discovery, feeling the energy and the pulse of the city she had long come to adore and worship, from afar. Now she was here and it wasn’t a disappointment.
Her heart leapt when she imagined the sexy Anna, how she looked naked, brown tipped breasts heaving as she climaxed under Irma's jabbing fingers. She smiled as she recollected licking them clean, sharing them with Anna, afterwards. She could almost taste Anna’s vaginal juice as she thought of it. Irma sensed wetness between her legs. She could feel it in her knickers, that familiar stickiness from her overexcited slit that seemed to have a life of its own.
'Proust was right…' she said to herself, '…a taste can truly bring back a multitude of buried memories.'
Irma got up and went back down the hill and as she negotiated a steep little side street off the Pigalle, she saw a sign and translated it from French to English.
It read: ‘THE FELINE CLUB: WOMEN FOR WOMEN CABARET.’
She knew from friends that there were many homosexual bars and clubs operating openly in Paris, and she had just discovered one. She excitedly wrote down the address and noted the opening hours, resolving to visit the place that evening and have some fun flirting and seeing if she could pick someone up.
Back at the hotel, Irma bathed and then ate dinner in the restaurant. She left a message in a sealed envelope for Anna, should she call by, telling her the address of the Feline Club. A short cab ride later and Irma stood beside the flickering torch that denoted the entrance of the place. She went in. A rather severe butch-looking woman aged about forty, with short fair hair, sat behind a desk and took some cash from her. ‘You American?’ the butch woman asked, in response to Irma’s accent. ‘Yes, I’m from New York.’ Irma replied, going through, into the club. The butch woman’s eyes followed Irma’s curvy rump as she went into the club.
Irma could see that ‘The Feline Club’ was dark and spacious, women of all ages sat at tables, in pairs and sometimes in groups, some butch, some fem. The dance floor was packed with female couples dancing close in, to records of Latin American and French jazz music. Irma made her way to the bar and ordered Pernod. A very pretty girl behind the bar smiled at Irma in a seductive way when she handed her the change, tickling Irma’s palm as she did it.
‘So…been in town long, Miss?’ the barmaid asked.
Irma sipped her Pernod and then replied, ‘No, got here last week, from New York.’
The girl said she loved New York and wanted to go there then she leaned in closer and whispered, ‘You after a little fun, Miss? What are you after a butch girl or something softer, like me, perhaps?’
Irma smiled and glanced around. Several women smiled and flirted at her with their eyes. Irma kissed the girl, who was about twenty, on the cheek. ‘I like my sex deviant, my dear. I’ve discovered I’m a pervert and I’m proud to be one now,’ Irma said, rather casually. She laughed at her own self-importance and the girl did too. They chinked their glasses together in a toast.
'To perverts everywhere,' Irma said. They both laughed like lunatics.
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha…’
‘I’m Emily,’ the girl announced herself, when the laughter had died down.
‘I’m Irma…Irma West,’ Irma replied, shaking the girl’s slim hand for a while as they gazed into each others eyes. Emily laughed, her brown eyes twinkling in the low light of the club. Irma noticed Emily’s teeth were discoloured from too much smoking and probably too much coffee. It lent her new lover a sexy decadence that Irma found incredibly arousing.
‘I finish in ten minutes, Irma. My room is nearby. Would you like to come back…?’ Emily asked.
Irma thrilled at the girl’s suggestion of a possible sexual liaison as Irma whispered, in her ear: ‘Yes, I would like to. I do hope you are adventurous. I am quite on fire with passion.’
Emily smiled and kissed Irma’s wrist. ‘I’m very compliant,’ she said, ‘so you can do what you wish… and not feel ashamed about anything.’
Within fifteen minutes they were in Emily’s dingy room at the top of a run-down boarding house, tearing off each other’s clothes and necking wildly in the moonlight that streamed through the glass skylight. Emily ran her young fingers all over Irma’s curvy naked body as their tongues flicked in and out of each other’s mouths.
‘My God, Irma, you’ve got such magnifique breasts,’ Emily said, gripping them both in her fists and leaning in to suck each one. Irma’s head went back and she cried out, ‘Dirty little girl...suck my cunt,’ in a lewd response.
Emily led Irma to her little single bed in a corner and laid her out carefully, on her back. She got on the bed between Irma’s thighs and handled her pussy lips until her mouth covered Irma’s hairy cunt. Emily sucked and licked until Irma screamed and Emily had to kiss her to silence her. A massive shock-wave of an orgasm passed through Irma’s belly and breasts as she climaxed, with Emily’s nimble fingers finishing her off.
The girl went to wipe them on a cloth but Irma stopped her, ‘No…darling, let’s lick them together,’ she said. Their mouths met around Emily’s dripping fingers and they kissed and sucked all the aromatic juice away.
‘Mm, you are very naughty girl,’ Emily said with a laugh, then added: ‘Filthy girl, you are so shameless: I like that, it’s honest.’
‘Now it's your turn, Emily,’ Irma said, reaching over and fondling Emily’s small budding breasts with one hand while her other hand searched between the young girl’s legs until she found the damp wet slit, hidden among a lot of thick black foliage. ‘Ah!’ Emily gasped and Irma sucked her tongue. She finished the kiss before changing position and got over Emily’s face. They licked each other in a sixty-nine for some minutes before Emily had a back-arching orgasm, with Irma having another multiple climax on the back of it, assisted by Emily’s expert tongue.
After a drink of cheap red wine, Emily announced, ‘I must pee now,’ and she took up a chamber pot and went behind a little screen to do it. Irma got up and removed the screen and said to the squatting bar girl, ‘Do it in front of me. I'd like to see it come out.’ Emily smiled knowingly. ‘Ah…you would like to see me pee-pee, would you?’ Irma nodded and sat on the edge of the bed, smiling and looking at Emily’s groin.
Emily brought the white china potty over and sat facing Irma, opening her hairy cunt in a delicate flirtatious manner, seducing Irma with her dreamy brown eyes.
‘Mm…here is my naughty piss,’ Emily whispered in a baby girl voice, with a little giggle after.
As the golden droplets spurted, Irma masturbated openly, thinking of the perverse stories the beautiful Anna had written, where women peed over each other with abandon and drank it too. She reached out with her left hand and rinsed it in the powerful amber stream that Emily produced and she soon orgasmed again, falling back on the bed, her big breasts undulating in time to the pulses coursing through her loins as her fingers circled and rubbed her clit.
Emily came over to her. ‘Would you like me to...?’ she asked.
Irma lifted her head, smiled and nodded. Emily climbed on the bed and sat over Irma’s mouth. She kissed the amber drips that came from Emily’s spread cunt and savoured them. A slightly salty taste flooded her senses. ‘So this is what it’s like?’ she thought. ‘How beautiful it is to drink another woman’s water. How amazing it tastes!’ Emily had saved a last spurt in her bladder and as Irma mouthed her cunt she let it go right down the Jewish girl’s throat. She heard her gulp a couple of times and said:
‘Bon, darling…you have finished me.’
Irma left a small wad of Francs on the table as she left. Emily protested and said there was no need for that as she wasn’t a street whore. They kissed. Irma said after, 'Take it as a gratuity for your service in the bar, earlier…nothing else, my dear.' Emily smiled and said it was alright on that basis. They pledged to meet again sometime and Irma left, feeling ecstatic.
Anna called at the Hotel Splendide the next day. She took the story that Irma had written and put it in her portfolio, saying, ‘Today, my dear, I will introduce you to the delights of the male organ.’
'You have someone lined up?' Irma asked eagerly. ‘How thrilling, do tell all.’
'Yes, I do have someone in mind, His name is Jean. He's very good.' Anna said, with a knowing look.
‘Who is this man?’ Irma asked in the cab on the way to the mysterious Jean’s apartment. Anna smiled and kissed Irma on the lips briefly before saying, ‘You will soon find out. He’s an expert in what you need to learn.’
The cab pulled up in the north of Paris, an area full of grand old buildings and street markets. It was seven o'clock and the markets were closing down. Anna took Irma down a side street off the main boulevard and they waited until the door was opened by a liveried servant. ‘Hello Jacques. Is Master Jean in?’ Anna asked. The servant bowed and said, ‘Yes, Madame. He’s expecting you both.’ They were shown into a grand hallway, with plush carpets and antiques around the walls along with many splendid landscape paintings. A door opened and a good looking man, aged about thirty-five emerged, his black hair greased down and parted on one side. His brown eyes searched Irma’s face and body and she had the sensation of being raped by them, a peculiar arousal she couldn’t explain.
‘Ah, the charming American I have heard so much about.
I am Jean de Menotti, at your service,’ he said. He kissed the back of Irma’s offered wrist. Irma announced herself and they went into his study. Once inside the formalities stopped.
‘Irma, you must understand that Jean is my cousin,’ Anna explained. ‘We’ve been lovers since our youth together in the countryside. We’ve been on this journey of libertinism for some time so you need not be ashamed of any sexual act you wish to experience when you are with us.’
‘My goodness,’ Irma said, sitting down and sipping the red wine Jean brought to her, ‘you’ve had sex with your cousin, how perverse.’
Anna smiled and kissed Jean on the lips then she said,
‘I’ve had sex with most of my cousins, both male and female and…I have even seduced my own father too.’
‘Truly, Anna, you had sex with your own father?’ Irma asked; a little shocked. Her head was whirling with the information. ‘Yes,’ Anna said coolly, ‘and he said it was the best sex he ever had with any woman. He’s dead now and I like to feel I made his last few years on earth very happy ones.’
‘That is most amazingly depraved, Anna,’ Irma said.
Anna laughed. ‘Did I ever say I was normal, Irma? I told you from the start that I go my own way, always have,’ Anna said, standing and disrobing down to her underwear, stocking-tops and high-heeled shoes.
Jean removed his black velvet suit and was soon naked. He sat on a leather sofa and made himself erect as Anna kissed him and fondled his plump balls. ‘There, he’s ready,’ Anna said, gripping the hard stalk that stuck out between Jean’s thighs. The purple head emerged from the foreskin as Anna’s hand moved it up and down. Irma was very aroused by the sight of the beautiful naked man and his cousin toying with him.
'His cock looks amazing,' Irma said, 'I've never seen an uncircumcised man before. It's beautiful the way the head covers and uncovers that way.'
'Ah yes…you are Jewish, aren't you?' Jean said. 'Well I can tell you, Irma, the pleasure a man gets from his foreskin is immense.'
'Yes, they are much more sensitive…I can tell, having had all kinds,' Anna agreed.
'Mm, I bet you are right,' Irma said. 'I hope to find out.'
‘You will. Now watch me carefully,’ Anna said, kneeling on the rug beneath the sofa. She held Jean's foreskin back and sucked the purple glans into her croissant-shaped red lips and mouthed it as Jean guided her head, by bunching her long black hair in his fist. He made eye contact with Irma as he was sucked, conveying his pleasure to her by little gasps and the way he squinted, or bit his lower lip, when Anna swallowed his entire penis down to his balls.
Anna pulled off after a long hot oral demonstration and handed the glistening penis to Irma who got down with her on the floor and accepted it in her mouth. As Irma sucked, Anna stripped nude. The warm meaty flavour of his throbbing cock excited her and even more so when Anna lifted her skirts at the back and eased her knickers down over her thighs. Then, there came a new sensation, one she hadn’t dared ask for from any of her lovers before - an anal kiss. Anna’s tongue forked and jabbed and buried itself in Irma’s most secret orifice. She almost melted with desire and she gulped and swallowed Jean’s large member with renewed vigour, in response.
After a while, Anna pulled away and took Jean's cock from Irma’s lips. They licked it clean together as Jean coaxed them with dirty talk and little caresses of their breasts and cunts. ‘Now I will show you how to ride it with your bottom,’ Anna announced. She went to a table and up took a plate that had little mounds of fresh butter on it.
She fingered some and applied it to her anus, probing it in until it oozed out in a yellow mess. Irma watched transfixed, all her dirty dreams were coming true with the wickedly depraved beauty, Anna.
Anna held Jean’s cock in her hand, upright, and sat on it, facing Irma. The cock head eased inside her hairy opening and then it was gone, buried deep in Anna’s bowels. She sat on it and bounced up and down, her hands on Jean’s thighs. The sloshing of the cock in her anus and the gasps and groans of the couple before her, caused Irma to give into her lusts. She stripped as the pair encouraged her and Jean remarked, ‘Irma, bring those beautiful blancmanges over here, you big beautiful slut.’ Irma slinked over and sat next to Jean. His sensual mouth was soon gorging on Irma’s tea-saucer-sized aureoles, bringing her brown nipples up to maximum hardness. Anna reached down and fingered Irma’s cunt. ‘You are so wet you depraved little whore,’ she said with a laugh. Irma gasped as the sensations overtook her and in a short while Anna had had an explosive orgasm with Irma’s mouth glued to her cunt as Jean’s jack-hammer penis banged away in her bottom.
She got off the rock hard cock and told Irma to sit on it. ‘I’ve never done...anal sex before,’ she said in protest, but Anna was having none of it. In seconds, butter was smeared in her anus and Anna lifted her by her breasts onto Jean’s waiting cock. ‘Oh my God, it hurts a lot,’ she protested as the head jammed in her sphincter. Anna slapped her face. ‘Now Irma, focus and be a good little whore for me…you know you want it…so do it…and enjoy the pleasure.’
Irma lowered herself and soon her sphincter gave way and
Jean’s cock buried itself deep inside her. The sensation became pleasurable as she rode the cock as if she were on a horse, bouncing up and down on the saddle. The thrills increased as Anna mouthed her cunt and nipped her clitoris, again and again. With Jean’s strong hands mauling her breasts and Anna’s mouth on her groin, Irma climaxed in a loud screaming fit that seemed to go on for ages. Jean climaxed on the back of her orgasm and she heard him cry out - ‘Oh my God! I’m shooting it all inside you…you dirty whore…in your ass…so deep in your ass.’
After things had calmed down, Anna lifted Irma from Jean’s flagging cock and sucked the sperm from her gaping anal hole, all red and inflamed from the fuck she’d endured, bringing her pursed lips up level with Irma’s face, afterwards. She held her mouth open as Anna transferred the sticky mess into it, dribbling and kissing it all across to her. Irma swallowed and kissed Anna afterwards, enjoying the salty sweet aftertaste in a frenzy of licking and lapping.
'Now you can say you have swapped the ‘nectar of the God's’ with me,' Anna said, smiling, natural, vibrant.
Irma cuddled her as Jean got dressed. He left the room soon after. Anna poured more red wine from a decanter. They drank and kissed for a while and then Irma said, 'Oh my, I'm exhausted. All that fucking has worn me out, my dear.' Anna smiled and laid Irma down on the sofa, stroking her thick black hair back until she fell sound asleep.
She awoke, alone in the study, naked, save for the thick blanket that had been placed over her by Anna. She checked the time. It was ten o'clock. There was a note on the table addressed to her.
‘Irma, my dear lover,’ it read. ‘Jean and I have gone to a nightclub. You were too peaceful to disturb, so we left you there. I will read your writings and give you my verdict on them when I see you next. Your new assignment is to base your current story on what happened tonight, and with that little slut you picked up, yesterday.
My cunt is yours, Anna.’
Irma got dressed slowly. The slightly sore, overfull, feeling in her bottom, told her that she hadn’t dreamed the events of the evening, and she pondered what Paris had yet to yield up to her eager libido? She knew she would soon find out.
PART THREE
Anna came to the hotel a couple of days later. She carried Irma’s short story manuscript with her in a brown leather portfolio. They sat around a desk in Irma’s room at the Hotel Splendide in the heart of Monmartre and Anna spread the pages out. ‘You have talent,’ she said, looking at Irma. ‘Your descriptions of the female orgasm are impressive and poetic,’ Anna added, then she said, ‘But…it all seems a bit contrived…a bit flat. When I read filth, I wasn’t to feel as though I am there in the action. I want to taste the action, feel as if my fingers have felt what the protagonist felt, the mess, the dirt, the slime…I want to feel her orgasm.’
Irma sat and listened. ‘Haven’t I expressed that?’ she asked. Anna smiled before she said, ‘No…Not quite yet, you need to loosen your bourgeoisie morality. You are still constrained by your background, by all that conventional guilt, my dear. You do have a lot of talent though. Your sentence construction is beautiful, even in French.’ Irma glowed with pride and said, ‘Well, that’s why I came to Paris, to learn from experts such as you, but also to get fucked!’
She shocked herself by using the ‘F’ word. So few women used it in her circle in NYC, and none of them ever used the ‘C’ word at all. They would’ve been shocked out of their minds if they’d heard Irma carrying on this way.
‘Talking of getting fucked,’ Anna said with a wry smile. ‘I’ve set something up at Jean’s this evening. Are you willing to trust me?’
Irma held Anna’s hand and said, ‘Of course I am, darling. Teach me, teach me everything, I beg you. Corrupt me completely. I need you too, to free my soul.’
Anna smiled and kissed Irma on the mouth. ‘I knew you’d be adventurous. Good girl,’ she said; then added: ‘Take a cab to Jean’s address, and be there by eight.’ Anna wrote the address down on a scrap of paper and handed it to Irma.
FORWARD IN TIME A COUPLE OF HOURS…
‘What does this irresistibly depraved woman have in mind for me this time?’ Irma thought as the cab drew up outside Jean’s luxurious apartment. She paid the driver and went to the door. The servant let her in and Anna greeted her, ‘Darling Irma, you are here on time, come right through.’
She took Irma’s arm and they walked quickly through a reception room into a large bedroom. Low wall lights cast a scene of erotic potential that Irma hadn’t expected. Jean was naked on the bed with a beautiful boy of about twenty, very slim and feminine, with make-up on his eyes and lips. ‘A dear friend and lover of ours,’ Anna said.
‘Irma, this is Sissy. He’s a boy/girl, quite deliciously androgynous, I think you’ll agree.’
‘I do agree,’ Irma said and took off her coat and said she was charmed to meet the boy. He extended a slim, red nailed hand to her and she kissed it. He kissed her hand in return. Irma noticed with delight that his red hair was long and sleek and he had a black leather collar around his neck. She touched his black lace garter belt and tugged on the black lace garters, smiling, touching all the way down the grey silk stockings and examining his black platform shoes with delicate ankle straps.
‘She’s more fashionable than I am,’ Irma said. Anna laughed and said Sissy was more fashionable than anyone in Paris, including Miss Coco Chanel, herself.
Irma reached down and said, ‘May I?’ Sissy nodded and she handled his small warm cock that was stiff against his flat belly, appearing from a bush of russet hair. ‘Exquisite genitals,’ Irma said as she reached underneath and handled a pair of plum-sized balls that were completely smooth. ‘May I?’ Irma asked. Sissy said yes, and Irma sucked them. Sissy leaned back and groaned through gritted teeth as Irma gobbled his balls. When she came back up she ran her nails over his smooth feminine body.
‘Is he always hairless like this?’ Irma asked Anna.
‘Oh yes,’ she said, ‘I shaved his entire body in the bath before you arrived. Do you like it?’
Irma said she did indeed then she smoothed her hands over the lady-boy’s torso and seized his nipples. He let out a little girly cry and Irma knelt and kissed him, savouring his sweet young mouth. ‘So, you like our little toy Cupid?’ Jean asked, watching Irma kiss the boy. ‘I do like him, yes,’ Irma said and leaned across and kissed Jean, after. She knelt between the two boys and played with their cocks, stroking them up and down as Jean fondled her breasts and Sissy carried on kissing her. She bent lower and brought both cocks to her lips, tonguing across the glans of both of them. Jean and Sissy groaned and sighed as Irma serviced them with her mouth.
‘That’s enough, you randy whore,’ Anna said, yanking Irma away from the two cocks, ‘you’ll make them spunk too soon. I have plans for this evening, naughty deviant plans.’
Anna stripped and was soon naked. She told Irma to take off her clothes and when she was naked they joined the boys on the bed. ‘Let’s watch, it’ll excite us,’ Anna said, cuddling Irma from behind, her hands flattening her breasts and her belly pressing into Irma’s curvy bottom.
‘Sissy, show Irma what a great little cock gobbler you are,’ Anna said.
Jean lay back and stroked Sissy’s long red hair as she sucked the glans of his cock in a loud display of the art of fellatio that excited Irma to boiling point. ‘He’s magnificent. I’ve never seen a male suck another male, it’s just so amazing,’ Irma whispered to Anna. ‘I agree, and he does other deviant things, you’ll see later on.’
Irma smoothed her hand over Anna’s bottom as she stroked her cunt and opened it, as her fingers went right in. Her mouth nipped Irma’s neck and her other hand roamed over the tips of Irma’s breasts, exciting her nipples.
‘This is the best time of my life,’ Irma confessed dreamily.
‘I’m pleased you feel that way,’ Anna said.
‘My God, look at that,’ Irma said.
Sissy had pushed Jean’s slim thighs up and was tonguing his hairy asshole, ploughing into it with a shameless vigour that amazed her. ‘I love doing that, licking a nice ass,’ Anna whispered. ‘I know you do. You excited me beyond belief the other evening when you did it to me.’ Anna smiled and yanked her lovers head around and their mouths locked in a long lingering kiss as the boys continued to suck and play beside them on the bed.
When they’d finished, Jean had turned Sissy around and was greasing up his bottom with butter. When it was good and greased Jean mounted the beautiful TV from behind and his cock slid in fairly easily with only a loud, ‘Ah,’ from Sissy’s lips as a sign Jean was deep in his anal canal. Jean pumped in and out as Sissy gripped the bed covers in his fists. Irma watched their slim bodies conjoining and thought what a beautiful erotic sight two men making love this way could be. ‘It’s like Sons & Lovers, by D H Lawrence, isn’t it?’ Irma said to Anna. Anna smiled and nodded. Irma had no idea what such a thing would be like: Male on male fucking. It was such a taboo topic in her world that nobody ever mentioned the mechanics of it.
Anna crouched between Jean’s thighs and sucked on his hairy swinging balls as he fucked in and out of Sissy’s bottom. ‘You dirty girl,’ Irma said with a smile as she watched Anna lick up between Jean’s ass cheeks and eventually part them and tongue him in his little secret hole. ‘I love being filthy…it liberates me,’ Anna said, leaning over and kissing Irma, allowing her to taste Jean’s musky anal flavour. Irma found it in no way revolting and she begged to be allowed to join in. Anna beckoned her over and she knelt with her bisexual lover and tongued Jean’s bottom as Anna went back to sucking his balls.
After a few minutes of this, the partners swapped and Jean lay on his side and Sissy greased his bottom with butter, sliding his fingers in and out until Jean’s tight hairy hole was ready, then he lay parallel to him and pushed his little cock in. Jean grunted and played with his big hard cock. ‘Suck it. He loves that while he’s being buggered,’ Anna said to Irma. She got level with his navel and mouthed his cock, sucking it up and down as he fingered her between her legs with a loud sloshing sound.
Anna meanwhile, kissed Sissy and pinched his hard pink cat nipples, causing him to groan and tongue Anna’s sensual mouth like a baby bird trying to get food from its mother. Irma plunged her mouth down harder and got Jean’s cock in her throat as she palmed his hairy balls. He gasped and held her head there. She choked a little and left a trail of silvery mucus as she drew her head off when he let her go. The slime hung from her lips and Jean pulled her to him, kissing it away and tonguing her lips and chin afterwards. Irma gasped and climaxed against Jean’s fingers that furrowed away inside her vagina, like a piston.
‘Oh my God…yes…yes…punish my cunt…hurt it, make me orgasm, please make me,’ she cried out, in an abandoned manner.
Anna jumped up and came around in front of Irma and smacked her face and breasts a couple of times with the flat of her right hand, knowing that pain at the point of orgasm would excite a randy woman such as Irma, beyond belief. Irma kissed Anna and they fondled each other’s nipples as Irma thrashed about and convulsed on the bed.
When she was done, she lay back and rested against Anna and watched Sissy climax in Jean’s bottom. He gave a little girly squeak and thrust harder and faster for a few seconds and then collapsed against Jean’s back, the pair kissing and writhing in time together.
‘That is just so exciting to see,’ Irma said.
‘It is, isn’t it,’ Anna agreed, ‘two beautiful boys doing what they feel like with each other. It’s beautiful. Now, Jean will present us with his conclusion…’
Sissy, Anna and Irma sat on the edge of the bed as Jean masturbated right in front of them, his hand a blur around the middle of his long cock. They bunched together on command from Jean and put their tongues out in a pink triangle under him. He grunted and spurted many lines of pearly ejaculate over each and every one, some of it splashing across Anna’s cheek and Irma’s nose, some glistening in Sissy’s shiny red hair. Irma closed her mouth over the throbbing purple glans and swallowed what came remained, gathering it all and passing it to Sissy afterwards in a long erotic kiss.
‘We call that the ‘face bath,’ Anna said after she’d licked Irma’s lips clean and swallowed her cousin’s sperm.
‘That’s the best beauty treatment I’ve ever had,’ Irma joked and they all laughed.
‘Now remember,’ Anna said in the cab on the way back to the hotel. ‘Write about tonight. Make me relive the amazingly physical reality of it. Let your cunt write for you.’
Irma crashed into bed, exhausted, as soon as she reached her room. She noticed a little folded note on her pillow, and she opened it. It was from Anna. It read, ‘Darling Irma, the next time we play together I want you to experience the boundaries of agony and ecstasy. I have a female friend who will guide you through it. Are you ready for that? My cunt is ever yours, Anna.’
Irma thought about being flogged and caned, slapped and beaten senseless and yet aroused at the same time, with endless teasing and many orgasms. She’d read de Sade and she found most of his prose boring and unreadable but yet found the idea of sadistic cruelty backed by love and desire almost too erotic to bear. Yes, she would agree to be erotically tortured, of course she would, anything for the beautiful Anna.
She drifted off into a dark dream of dungeons, chains, hot wax and cruel sexy women…
PART FOUR
Irma wrote and wrote, pouring out twenty eight years worth of pent-up lust, describing the incredibly erotic scenes she’d lived through in the past month with the enigmatic nymphomaniac, Anna, and her libertine associates. When she had finished the final draft of her latest short story, entitled, “Four into Four, Equals One,” she took her hands off the Remington typewriter she’d brought with her all the way from New York City and sipped a glass of red wine in her hotel room.
She hadn’t seen or heard from Anna for six days. The feeling of longing was like a drug addict needing a fix. Irma needed Anna’s perverse nature around her to provide for and satisfy her extreme manias. No matter how much she masturbated…the longing just didn’t go away.
On a Monday afternoon, Irma was out looking at surrealist paintings in Monmartre, in a run-down space known as ‘The Irrational Gallery.’ She walked from picture to picture, imagining her own state of mind projected onto the canvases, and just how pornographic they would be if her fantasies were realised that way. She stood in front of a large picture showing a man lifting a shark by its tail and a nude woman laughing in the background. Irma stood and stared at the picture and wondered if the laughing woman depicted knew something that she didn’t…
‘I feel a delightful madness coming over me…’ she whispered to herself, quoting an unknown surrealist poet she had read back in NYC.
Suddenly, Irma was tapped lightly on the shoulder. She turned in surprise. It was Anna. ‘Darling, how good to see you,’ Irma said, happily, hugging her lover. ‘I’ve finished my story. It’s intense, even if I do say so myself.’ Anna smiled and congratulated her, thick red lips curling back over perfectly even teeth. ‘She’s so beautiful…so sexual,’ Irma thought. She realised she was falling in love with Anna and she had to check herself from becoming embarrassingly clingy. ‘I’m so pleased you are progressing, my dear. Your work is very good, I mean that. I have an ‘assignment’ for you with that friend of mine, that dominant woman I mentioned.’ Anna told her, lighting a cigarette, after, and drawing on it.
Irma creased her brow and asked, ‘Further training, I suppose?’ Anna nodded, exhaling smoke and handing the cigarette across to Irma, who dragged on it, tasting Anna’s red lipstick. The taste caused a tumble of erotic memories to flood her mind; their first kiss, the orgy with Jean and Sissy, all came back to her in vivid jump-cut replays.
‘Look Irma,’ Anna said, checking her watch, ‘it is three-thirty. I’ve told Florence we’ll meet at her flat at six. Is that okay with you?’ Irma nodded and they went off to central Paris in a cab.
After a meal in a little brasserie, Anna took Irma by the arm and they walked up an ancient side street, away from the hustle and bustle of rush-hour Paris. They came to a large wooden door, the white paint chipped and peeling. There was a little sign at the side of the door. It read, ‘The House of Correction.’ Anna pressed a button next to the sign and, in a moment, a black-uniformed maid came down and let them in. She curtseyed first and invited them in saying, ‘Madame Florence is expecting you both.’ They followed the maid and she led them up two flights of stairs to the studio and let them in. They sat and waited on a sofa and eventually, an elegant woman entered, she was tall and willowy, dressed in a black velvet evening dress, low cut over her small bosom, a string of pearls around her swan-like neck. She was handsome, with piled up raven-black hair, cut with a cute little fringe at the front. Her bright green eyes seemed to look right through Irma as she took her hand and announced, ‘I’m Mistress Florence and this is my humble domain, welcome.’ Irma thanked her for giving her time to them and they sat down and drank tea, brought in on a tray by the young maid.
‘Irma, I understand from Anna that you are a writer. Is that so?’ Mme Florence asked.
Irma replied, ‘Yes Madame, I’m trying to write erotica the way Anna does, deviant, shameless, vibrant. I find it truly exciting to try and express myself that way.’
Anna cut in with a cynical laugh. ‘No…no…no…Irma, I don’t write erotica, my dear,’ she said. ‘I write pornography, extreme pornography. Erotica is for the bourgeoisies, not for libertines.’
‘Apologies,’ Irma said, feeling slightly hurt by Anna’s sarcasm: ‘I meant pornography, of course.’
Tell me, Irma. ‘Do you consider yourself a nymphomaniac?’ Mme Florence asked. ‘I know Anna is one, I am one too. What about you?’
‘Yes, I now understand that I am a real nymphomaniac,’ Irma explained. ‘I always suspected I was one. I think about sex all the time…often about very depraved sex acts, dirty, filthy, primal acts that preoccupy me. I masturbate constantly. I can never get enough stimulation to really satiate me and exhaust my libido.’
Florence regarded her, then turned to Anna and said, ‘That was a good answer, very honest and full of passion. I am sure Irma will be an able subject for our little sexual experiment.’
‘Experiment, what do you mean, experiment?’ Irma asked.
‘We intend,’ Mme Florence told her, ‘to take you on a tour of ‘heaven and hell’ sexually and blend the two for your, and our, maximum pleasure.’
‘Oh, my goodness,’ Irma said, trembling a little, ‘do you think I am capable of going there?’
Anna smiled and held her wrist, ‘Yes, you were born for this, my little whore. Now let’s get started.’
‘Drink this,’ Florence said, handing her a little bottle of dark fluid, ‘put two drops in your tea.’
‘What is it?’ Irma asked, slightly pensive.
‘It will make you vomit,’ Mme Florence told her, ‘during some of the more extreme things we shall be indulging in today you might upchuck, and I wouldn’t want you to puke over me, would I?’
‘No, I suppose not,’ Irma said and put two drops of the liquid into her tea. She sipped the bitter brew and when it had all gone down she felt a trebling in her stomach.
‘Remove all your clothes now,’ Anna told her.
Irma stood and whilst the two women watched, she stripped naked. Mme Florence commented on Irma’s curvy figure as she stood before them: ‘Mm…yes…a good strong body… exquisite breasts…the breasts of a Celtic Fertility Goddess. Like the milky udders on a cow, and a fine big rump to beat hard with the cane. Yes, Irma will do fine.’
Irma enjoyed their complimentary discussion about her Junoesque body. It made her feel aroused to be discussed so objectively, as if she was a domestic beast at a farm auction. She sat down on command and Anna spread her legs, opening her vagina with her fingers for Mme Florence to look at. The Domme reached forward and touched the moist, hairy, lips, with her fingertip, pushed a little and they opened like a clam. Mme Florence’s fingertip circled Irma’s clitoris and she gasped, closed her eyes and tensed her fists.
‘Yes, I see what you mean, Anna,’ Mme Florence said, smiling, ‘…she’s a very responsive subject. Very.’
‘Oh my God, I’m going to be sick!’ Irma cried out, suddenly, feeling an acidic rush in her throat. Anna held a steel bucket before her face and she ducked her head, puking several times. Anna smiled and wiped Irma’s dripping mouth with a damp cloth. ‘Feel better now?’ she asked. Irma nodded and got her breath back. Mme Florence rose and said to Anna, ‘Bring her through in a couple of minutes, to my inner chamber.’
Irma was led by the arm, by Anna, into a big room next door, ‘the inner chamber,’ equipped with all kinds of sadomasochistic devices. Irma glanced around and she noticed:
• A wooden stock’s
• A wooden cross set against the far wall
• A whipping stool with a high leather saddle and stirrups in the middle of the room
• Lengths of steel chain that hung from the ceiling
• A steel cage for a person’s head, on a chain, suspended from the ceiling beams
• Many leather whips of all shapes and sizes
• Bamboo canes in all shapes and sizes
• Floggers
• Single Tail Whips
• Riding Crops
• Belts and Strops all hanging neatly from the walls
• Various leather masks
• Handcuffs and leather shackles for wrists and ankles
• Several leather collars, in black leather
It was like a boutique full of sadomasochistic treasures, Irma thought. The mere sight of the deviant looking implements aroused her a great deal. She was wet, she could tell, could feel her sap running, like linseed oil, all down her thighs. ‘Well, what do you think?’ Anna asked, caressing Irma’s breasts gently as she stood behind her. ‘You constantly amaze me, Anna,’ Irma said, and then, in a moment of rashness she added. ‘I think I’m in love with you.’
Anna gripped her chin and yanked her head around. They kissed and Irma melted into Anna’s arms. ‘If you love me,’ Anna whispered after the kiss, ‘then you may have to put up with the many others who love me too…could you do that, I wonder, and not be jealous?’ Irma whispered, ‘I will try my love…I will try.’ They kissed again and then Mme Florence came into the room.
‘Madame, you are quite staggeringly lovely,’ Irma said, looking at the transformed woman who now stood before her in a tight black leather corset. Aside from stocking tops and black high-heeled shoes, Mme Florence was naked.
‘Thank you, Irma,’ Mme Florence said. ‘But, you must realise, I can be quite evil when the mood takes me. I’m very sadistic. Will you think me lovely when you experienced my darker side?’ Irma smiled and said, ‘I will try and please you, Madame.’
Mme Florence came closer. She smiled and her teeth glinted in the low light of the chamber. She reached out and gripped Irma’s chin in her long fingers, staring at her, eye-to-eye. Irma’s pulse raced.
‘Shackle her,’ Florence told Anna and she produced a pair of handcuffs from a cabinet nearby and put them on Irma’s wrists at the back, then took her over to the whipping bench. Irma viewed the device with both fear and anticipation, scenting its new leather saddle.
‘Lay on it with you bottom right up,’ Mme Florence said.
Irma adjusted herself, squashing her huge breasts against the shiny brown saddle. Her ankles were shackled to the sides and she was belted in by having straps placed over her back and around her middle. She could barely move now. Her vagina was leaking Cupid’s fluid at a vast rate. She waited. Anna put a blindfold on her and whispered,
‘Suffer for me, my dear, suffer and enjoy.’
Mme Florence took up a long rattan cane, a springy one, the kind used in 1930s classrooms to beat unruly children with. She tested it out on the side of the whipping bench. Irma heard the swish and then the loud thud as it impacted. She waited.
‘You will take ten strokes, Irma, do you agree to that?’ Mme Florence said seriously.
‘Yes, I agree, Madame,’ Irma said.
She felt the cane rest against her buttocks horizontally as Mme Florence got her aim right, lining up the soft cheeks for a swipe, then the swish of air and the sudden sharp radiant pain as the bamboo contacted her soft skin.
‘Ah!’ she gasped, in surprise, as well as pain.
SWISH! THUD! AH!
Repeated ten times
Irma whimpered, her buttocks flamed momentarily then her cunt leaked more moisture as Mme Florence’s slim fingers rubbed and probed her there after the beating.
‘She’s soaking, the randy little cow!’ Mme Florence said triumphantly, to Anna.
‘I told you she was a whore didn’t I?’ Anna said.
Irma listened and again found herself enjoying being objectified. She listened and heard sloshing sounds, the sounds two tongues make when they are part of a kiss. Her cunt begged to be licked and fingered, fucked with a dildo, or a cock, anything to relieve the tension down below.
‘Mm…you’ve marked her well,’ Anna said to the Domme, touching the crimson welts striping Irma’s curvy bottom.
Mme Florence removed the blindfold and offered Irma her hairy cunt, holding back the lips and forcing her new slave’s nose right in between them. Irma breathed in the Mistress’s perfume then tasted the Cupid’s juice that flowed freely from it and dripped off her licking tongue.
‘Mm, the pretty American whore has a good mouth,’ Mme Florence commented as Anna watched and fondled Irma’s cunt.
Irma gasped and went wild when Anna, the object of her affections, stripped naked and took Florence’s place in front of her face, her familiar tasting love-juice soon filling Irma’s mouth and senses. As Irma licked and sucked Anna’s snatch, Mme Florence took up a leather flogger and lashed her back with it, hard and fast, drawing screams of combined pain and delight from Irma in equal measure. She understood what they meant by ‘Heaven and Hell,’ now.
Irma’s back glowed after the flogging, thin fans of nervous energy ripping through her torso. Mme Florence spat on the thin red stripes decorating Irma’s back and shoulders and rubbed the saliva in with her fingers. It stung like a bitch and Irma gripped her fists together up her back. ‘Oh my God…that hurts so much…so much,’ she whimpered, tears welling up in her big brown eyes. She was longing to cry, needing it badly.
Anna was lounging on a divan, staring at Irma. She looked back and smiled a faint little smile, through her tears, wanting so much to please her lover. Anna said, ‘I’m proud of you…suffer for me, darling…suffer everything.’ Irma’s tears dripped to the floor and Anna came over and kissed them away, kissing her lips afterwards.
‘Un-shackle her,’ Mme Florence said.
Anna un-shackled Irma from the whipping bench and sat her down on a little leather stool. She sat passively as Mme Florence held and bound both her large breasts around their bases, with soft white cord. Soon, they resembled a couple of huge balloons bulging from their cord containers. Irma sat there enjoying the attention. Florence reached down and stroked each breast, spitting on each nipple and rubbing the saliva in with her thumbs in little arousing circular movements. Irma squirmed and gasped and went to cup her breasts in her hands. Mme Florence smacked her face and said, ‘Uh-uh, never without my permission, you little whore!’ Irma apologised and gripped the underside of the stool as the nipple torment carried on.
‘Bring her over here,’ Mme Florence said after a minute or so.
Anna handed Mme Florence a black leather riding crop after she had shackled Irma’s wrists to chains that hung from a beam in the ceiling. She winched the chain up and Irma’s arms went way up above her shoulders. ‘Stick your breasts out,’ Mme Florence said. Irma pushed her chest out and the Domme brought the crop down with a hard slap, right across the tips of the bulging melons. ‘Ugh!’ Irma squealed. The crop rose and fell like a machine, ten times, five across each nipple. A crying Irma looked down and saw the red and blue impact marks Mme Florence had made on her flawless skin. Her tears washed over them and onto the floor. Her tormentor held her tenderly around the waist and wiped away the salty tears with her fingers. ‘Good whore, good little whore,’ she said, like a mother would say it to a child.
Irma was released from the chains and taken to the bedroom, where Anna and Florence showed her the delights of strap-on dildo sex, riding her for a long time in both her holes, kissing and caressing her tortured sensitised body all over as they did so. Irma had the mother of all climaxes with both dildos inside her in a double penetration, with her mouth glued on Anna’s who rode on top of her like a maniac. She screamed and screamed as she climaxed, gripping her lover’s shoulders and milking the delicious sensations in her cunt and ass.
‘Now you’ve been sexually tortured, next time you must experience degradation before you know what total submission is, my dear,’ Anna whispered, after the lengthy orgy, before they all fell asleep in a heap, in Florence’s huge four poster bed…
PART FIVE
Irma met the barmaid Emily, from the Feline Club, again. This time Irma took her out to a café and they sat in a corner together talking and flirting. Although Irma was by now in love with the enigmatic libertine Anna, she knew that poly-relationships were normal for the Bohemian circle of people she’d become associated with. Anna had literally, dozens of lovers and strangely, the usually jealous and insecure Irma, didn’t mind sharing her beautiful lover with any of them, male or female.
Emily sipped her glass of red wine and then she asked, ‘So, Irma, you’ve experienced pain now as well as pleasure. What do you feel about it?’ Irma regarded Emily’s sweet young face, her sexy dirty teeth and her wise shining eyes. ‘I feel as if I’m swimming in the right waters, my dear. As if I’ve suddenly become awake after a very long sleep. Do you understand?’
Emily smiled and licked her kissable lips, looking down before answering. ‘I used to be a maid in one of those bordellos, where they whip and cane and torture men. I’ve seen it all, the screaming, the ecstasy, the agony they put themselves through, willingly to serve beautiful, sadistic women. The lengths some of these men will go to drink piss, or eat the shit of a Dominant woman. Yes, Miss Irma, even that, their filthy mouths full of ca-ca, as if it were chocolate. I’ve seen it. They love degrading and humiliating themselves.’
Irma fixed Emily with a stare. ‘Do you hate men?’ she asked, gripping Emily’s hand under the table. The girl squeezed Irma’s fingers. ‘No, not hate them. I pity them,’ she said. ‘Most of them are just slaves to their lusts and they don’t seem to care about anything else. It’s ridiculous.’
‘I know what you mean,’ Irma said. ‘I hate the way men come across in patronising ways to women who are even more intelligent than they are. I’ve experienced that.’
‘In America, you mean?’ Emily asked, her fingers going up Irma’s skirt and coming to rest on her stocking-top.
‘Oh yes,’ Irma replied, ‘New York is full of brash young men who think they are God’s gift to women everywhere. Most of them are jerks, hopeless in bed, selfish.’
‘Women are far better at being seductive,’ Emily said, her hand probing higher up Irma’s thigh.
Irma smiled and wiggled in her chair until Emily’s fingers were on her crotch. She leaned forward and said, ‘Touch my cunt.’ Emily grinned, ‘You mean…’ she asked slowly, ‘…In here?’ Irma’s eyes glazed over as she looked at the twenty year-old wise woman in front of her. ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘Finger me, I’m burning up.’
‘Like that?’ Emily asked, her fingers yanking aside Irma’s knickers and finding her slit.
Irma made a little gasp and tried to look normal. She sipped some wine and whispered, ‘Frig me, do it hard, please.’ Emily smiled, her tongue teasing over her upper lips and then to the corners of her sweet mouth as she worked her fingers invisibly under the table like a piston, stroking in and out of Irma’s insatiable slit, twisting and turning her fingers until Irma gripped her wrist and said, ‘Stop, stop, you’ll make me climax and I will scream. They will think there’s something wrong.’
‘You do have something wrong with you,’ Emily said, suggestively.
‘What is that?’ Irma asked.
‘You have a sickness, a lust, a need…’ Emily said.
‘Can you cure me, doctor?’ Irma asked falling in with the role play.
‘Yes, I can. Let’s go to your hotel,’ Emily suggested.
In ten minutes they were in Irma’s room, undressing each other in a flurry of movement. They held each other naked, in front of a tall picture window that looked out over a courtyard. An elderly woman looked up and saw them clearly, embracing and caressing in a sexual way. She merely smiled at them and carried on with her cleaning work.
‘I like you very much, you’ve taught me a lot, Emily,’ Irma said, after kissing her for about the tenth time.
‘Would you like to continue learning, Miss?’ Emily said, taking Irma’s hand and leading her into the bathroom.
‘Yes, I would. What do you have in mind?’ Irma asked.
‘Well, you told me that degradation has to come after pain, so let me degrade you a little. I’m good at it, I’m told. I learned it in that bordello I told you about.’
‘Alright, what must I do? Be my guide,’ Irma said.
‘Kneel there, and watch,’ Emily said, raising her leg and placing it on the edge of the bathtub. She held her hairy cunt wide open so that Irma could see the pink inner folds and contours. Irma’s arousal was now at fever pitch. ‘Mm, such a beautiful suckable cunt,’ Irma commented. Emily smiled and started urinating into the dry bath, golden droplets splashing down like rain. In a few moments, pools of amber water decorated the bathtub’s floor. Emily shook her cunt and the last drops fell.
‘Come here,’ she said.
Irma crawled over and Emily bunched her hair and forced her mouth against her dripping cunt. ‘Lick it clean, be a bitch and do it properly, or I will smack your pretty face.’
‘Yes Mistress,’ Irma said, getting excited over the role play she’d willingly entered into. She licked and sucked until Emily was satisfied. ‘Good little bitch, now open your mouth.’ she said. Irma opened wide. A wad of spit exploded from Emily’s pursed lips with a loud ‘Thu!’ into Irma’s mouth. Irma rinsed her mouth with the saliva and swallowed it, putting her hands on her bare knees after, like a begging dog. ‘That’s your reward for being a good little whore. Now you must clean out the bath for Mistress, get in and do it.’
Irma rose and climbed into the bath and with Emily keeping up a deluge of taunts, obscene comments and occasional smacks to her bottom she lapped up the piss pools and swallowed them noisily. ‘That’s it, be a bitch, lick up all my piss, do it properly and don’t miss any or you’ll be very severely punished,’ Emily warned.
Within five minutes, Irma had cleaned the bath entirely and it gleamed white once more. Emily yanked her out of the bath by her long black hair and dragged her by her nipples into the bedroom. ‘Get on the bed,’ Emily told her, pointing to a spot. Irma lay down passively on her back, enjoying being ordered about and directed by this cute younger woman. When Irma was in place, Emily sat on her face, her small bottom over Irma’s mouth. ‘You know what to do, kiss it,’ Emily said. She sat facing Irma’s cunt. Irma snaked her tongue into Emily’s anus, the flavour dark and forbidden, not at all like Anna’s. She lapped at the little rosette, parting it with the tip of her tongue and went on into the darkness as Emily pulled and twisted her nipples, flopping Irma’s breasts around like two spinning tops. ‘Oh, oh,’ Irma groaned as the pain became pleasure. ‘Deeper, deeper in my ass,’ Emily said in a dreamy voice, full of arousal. ‘Deeper, you bad whore, lick the shit out of me.’
Irma felt Emily’s fingers circling her clit and she gasped and raised her legs, then felt the delicious warmth of the girl’s tongue as it traced the contours of her inner love lips and then plunged deep inside her. She felt as if her innards were being sucked out. Emily chewed and nipped, sucked and ate her cunt until her thighs grasped the girl’s ears and she climaxed in a welter of licking, squealing, quivering and writhing. Emily rubbed her cunt fast and furiously over Irma’s mouth, grasping her melon-sized breasts and hurting them as she fetched-off by using the friction of Irma’s willing tongue to achieve orgasm. She fell forward shouting, ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes,’ onto Irma’s groin and buried her face in Irma’s cunt, shuddering and moaning as she got through it.
‘Whew!’ Emily said after, her face flushed and her pupils dilated. ‘What a flood that brought on. Feel me down there, I’m soaked.’ She said to Irma, who was cuddling her on the bed, her thigh over the girl’s waist. Irma reached down and told her that she was indeed leaking considerably. ‘I’m like that most of the time,’ Irma said with a laugh. ‘I get through three pairs of knickers a day.’
‘My God,’ Emily said, ‘you are a very passionate little bitch aren’t you?’
‘You know I am,’ Irma said, ‘coming to Paris has taught me to enjoy it, enjoy being a nymphomaniac, not to deny it.’
‘And…you liked being degraded today, yes?’ Emily asked.
‘Yes, oh God yes, I’m naturally submissive, I’ve realised that.’ Irma explained. ‘I like to feel controlled, used, objectified. I feel wanted like that somehow. Am I crazy, Emily?’
‘No, it’s very common,’ Emily said, ‘most people are one way or the other, especially us lesbians. I’m both, and I switch back and forth, it suits me that way.’
‘You are very wise for your years,’ Irma said, getting dressed.
‘I had a tough childhood,’ Emily told her, ‘mom died when I was young and our father was a useless drunk, so I learned early that you have to stay one step ahead and use what you have.’
‘You are a good person,’ Irma said, handing her a wad of Francs. ‘A gift,’ she said, ‘nothing more. Please take it. I know you are not a prostitute.’ Emily smiled and took the notes and pushed them down the bodice of her black dress.
She kissed Irma on the lips and said, ‘Let’s go the Feline Club and see who we can corrupt.’ The two women laughed as they went through the lobby of the hotel into the glowing Paris evening, alive with promise and expectation…
PART SIX
‘This was left for you, Miss West’ the concierge of the Hotel Splendide, said to Irma when she came back from a late afternoon walk. He handed her a letter. She recognised the handwriting. It was Anna’s. Irma went to her room and tore the envelope open. It was Tuesday and she had slept with Anna on the previous Saturday. They had – as usual - a very steamy time together.
She stripped naked and lay on the bed before reading the letter, feeling her clit as her eyes scanned the neat handwriting. “I bet you are stroking yourself, my little nympho,” the letter read. “Good, it will get you in the mood for what I’m proposing. Come around to my apartment at 6.30, there will be a surprise waiting for you. Use the enclosed key to let yourself in: Yours, Anna.” Irma smiled, feeling the rush of excitement she got every time Anna was in her mind. Her thoughts whirled, filled with love and desire for her beautiful deviant lover.
She bathed quickly and refrained from masturbating, to heighten the tension she was feeling. By the time she got to Anna’s atelier at 6.30, she was worked up to the point of craziness. She turned the key and opened the street door, went inside and climbed the several flights of stairs. As she closed the door of the atelier behind her, she heard a noise coming from the bedroom, where Anna had first seduced her all those months ago when she first arrived in Paris. So much had happened since. Irma was a now a changed woman, looser, freer, and more self-assured.
The noise got louder as she opened the bedroom door. She heard a groaning sound. She smiled when she saw what it was. Anna was naked on the bed, save for stocking-tops and medium-heeled black shoes. She smoked a small cigar whilst between her thighs nestled a handcuffed man, tall and slim, bald headed. His hands were cuffed up his back and his mouth was glued to Anna’s crotch. She yanked his ears now and then to make sure he kept at his orally-fixated task.
‘Mm, Mm, groan, lick, lick, slosh, slosh,’ he went.
Anna looked up, smiled and said, ‘Darling, how lovely you are here, get undressed and join me.’ Irma stripped and got on the bed next to Anna, who immediately kissed her and then offered her the cigar. Irma drew on it, feeling the perfumed smoke fill her lungs and she blew it out into Anna’s waiting mouth.
‘Who’s this?’ Irma asked; her arm around Anna’s slim shoulders.
‘Oh him, that’s Marcel,’ she said, ‘he’s one of my little tame pigs. Open your legs and feel his amazing tongue.’
Irma smiled, spread her thighs and held her vagina apart as Marcel was yanked over to her side, by Anna. ‘Eat my friend’s cunt. Do it well because if she complains, it’ll be the lash for you, you little piece of shit.’
Irma gasped as Marcel began, his long snake tongue flicking and lapping in and all around her sensitive cunt. Anna kissed her and cupped her big heavy breasts, lifting them and squashing them in her fists, teasing the big brown nipples up with her mouth until they were as hard as bullets. ‘Oh my goodness, he’s not human, he’s a dog!’ Irma joked as she enjoyed Marcel’s oral attentions. Anna laughed and said, ‘I’ve trained him to do that. Good isn’t it. Dirty little slave pig will lick anything I tell him to.’
Irma looked down and heard that, ‘Mm, Mm, groan, lick, lick, slosh, slosh,’ sound again and rubbed her clit over Marcel’s nose and lips. That combined with Anna’s pinching and pulling on her nipples soon caused her to climax. ‘Oh…my…God…I’m…going…I’m going…over the edge.’ Irma squealed, her head thrust right back and her teeth gritted in ecstasy. Anna watched with pleasure as Irma’s legs locked around Marcel’s ears and she saw her lover’s belly heave. She knew right away that she’d reached the pinnacle of her orgasm and so she pulled Marcel away and laid him on his side and blindfolded him.
When Irma recovered she glanced up and pushed her long black hair away from her face and saw that Anna had positioned Marcel sitting upright on a chair opposite the bed. She smiled when she saw that the shameless Anna was riding up and down on Marcel’s average-sized cock, with it deeply embedded in her bottom. She faced Irma on the bed and whispered obscenities as she bounced up and down slowly and deliberately on the penis, whilst her fingers cleaved her vulva and stroked her clitoris in little irregular circles.
‘Come over here,’ she said to Irma, smiling.
Irma got off the bed and knelt between Marcel’s legs and glued her mouth to Anna’s hairy cunt, lapping and licking until her lover cried out loud and yanked her head away. ‘You dirty little whore,’ she screamed, as the electric waves passed over her body. Irma reached up and cupped Anna’s small hard breasts and palmed the throbbing rubbery brown nipples. ‘Mm,’ Anna gasped, still easing the cock in and out of her gaping anus and leaned down. She kissed Irma with a passionate suck of her tongue that almost pulled it out by its root then eased herself off Marcel’s thick cock. Her asshole leaked slimy butter and Irma leaned in and tongued it away, the peculiar fatty taste and the anal juice combining to excite her in her usually adventurous manner.
‘Mm…you filthy little whore,’ Anna said, laughing, kissing the slippery butter from Irma’s lips. ‘You are becoming as dirty and as whorish as I am, my darling,’ she said, her beautiful sculptured face radiant and flushed with sweat.
‘I love you so much,’ Irma whispered. Anna nipped her neck and said sweetly, ‘It’s mutual, my darling, although it would be unwise to become obsessed by me.’ Irma looked across at her lover and felt a pang at why she had said such a thing. Anna saw it in her face and said, ‘Let us enjoy the moment, it’s always best to do that. The future will take care of itself, my darling.’
Anna led Marcel through to the bathroom by his leather dog’s collar and leash and placed him in the bathtub, the scene Irma recalled, of many of their experimental perversions, where she had her first lessons in erotic pissing. Anna removed Marcel’s blindfold and he blinked and looked around. He had a weasel-like face, Irma thought, with thin lips and a long nose, dark hair and a bluish beard line. His chest was covered in thick black hair and it obscured his balls too. His cock still stood erect from the black bush at its base.
‘My darling, you go that side and I’ll go this side,’ Anna said and both women got in the bath either side of Marcel and stood over him. Anna unlocked the cuffs at his back and he rubbed his sore wrists that had obviously been shackled for some time. ‘Thank you Mistress,’ is all he said.
Irma noticed he’d been tortured earlier. His back and ass were striped with thin red whip marks and the indentations of a thick bamboo cane could be seen across his buttocks. Around his nipples were several small black rings, obviously cigar burns that Anna had inflicted earlier.
‘Okay pig, start masturbating,’ Anna said, looking down at Marcel. She spat on his cock to lubricate it for him and he thanked her. Anna leaned across him as he was jerking his cock up and down and whispered to Irma –
‘Urinate on him…he loves that.’
Irma smiled and pulled her vagina lips apart and squeezed on her bladder, soon sending a powerful stream of golden water splashing over Marcel’s cock. ‘Ooh…thank you Mistress, thank you…ooh that’s wonderful,’ he moaned, his hand movement getting faster, his other hand fondling his hairy balls.
Anna meanwhile, spurted her pee over Marcel’s face and he drank as if she was serving him the finest champagne. Irma’s torrent increased and Marcel grunted as he came. He spurted a plume of creamy ejaculate up into the piss stream. The milky fluid was immediately washed away by the rushing urine. He gasped and several more spurts of semen fired out of his cock, Irma pissed hard on it as he did so, cleaning it off his heaving belly.
‘Good slave,’ Anna said, ‘drink Mistress’s champagne, clean her cunt, be a good little piggy, that’s it,’ she said, as she guided his tongue all over her dripping cunt. ‘Now clean Mistress Irma, go on pig, do it,’ Anna said after he’d licked her.
Irma offered her vagina to Marcel and he lapped and licked all the way under her thighs, sucking and slurping any drops of urine he found. When he returned to Irma’s cunt she climaxed soon after, with Anna kissing her and abusing her large breasts. She sat on Marcel’s face and he sucked and licked her until she pushed him away.
‘Mm,’ Irma said to Anna later on when they were naked in bed, ‘that was so exciting, pissing on a slave while he ejaculates. You are so darkly inventive, my love.’
‘I like to keep sex interesting,’ she said coolly.
‘You always do that, my love,’ Irma said, kissing Anna’s neck afterwards.
‘Put your hands up and grip the bed head,’ Anna said.
She sat astride Irma’s waist and shackled her wrists, then lit a small cigar and took a drag of it. Irma watched, fear and excitement coursing through her mind. The cigar glowed red in the half dark of the bedroom. Anna blew smoke in Irma’s face and she sucked it in, smiling, aroused, ready…
Anna raised the cigar and brought it closer to Irma’s huge heaving breasts. They wobbled like two big blancmanges. She felt its heat near to her right nipple and closed her eyes tight.
Her scream was muffled by Anna’s hand over her mouth and she thrashed about on the bed in both agony and ecstasy, knowing it was going to be a long ‘heaven and hell’ Paris night….
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Submitted by : © Haiku Master, 2008
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