Chapter 197. Emma Watson (SCARLETT HOLME)

'The Singular Case Of The Screaming Orgasm'

"You are quite right, Em-Em. Beau does have the propensity to use his sharp teeth at the moment of climax. Quite remarkable."

"Don't I know it?"

Emma Watson yawned and then smiled knowingly as she continued to rub the nape of her neck unconsciously.

"Wait a minute!" She sat bolt upright in her chair with her jaw dropped. "You, you just read my mind!"

Emma looked incredulously at the smug-looking Scarlett Holmes, who took a long drag on a black cigarette.

"Nonsense. I just used my brain and pure reasoning. It was surprisingly easy."

The two women were relaxing in Emma's riverside apartment on a stuffy and humid morning in July. Were it not for the air conditioning the room would most likely have resembled an oven. Emma gazed out of the window at the Thames twenty-five floors below through the glare of harsh sunlight. She had returned late after spending a hot night with her current boyfriend, an American businessman named Leo. Things had gotten serious of late between the two thirty-year-old's, and Emma was on cloud nine.

"Explain, or I shall go mad."

The attractive English rose sat up in her chair and put her hands in her lap and waited patiently. It had been one month since she had met the astonishing Scarlett Holmes, once hailed as the greatest private detective in history. By some strange quirk, the golden-haired beauty had been transported from the year 1891 to the present day. Confused and bereft of help, the two had stumbled upon each other on the streets of London, and the successful actress had graciously offered whatever the lost soul needed. That was food, shelter, and the chance to get her head straight.

"It's true that I am well known for being proficient with observation, deduction, and logical reasoning. I have known to befuddle people to such a point that they think that I have fantastic powers. But once I explain myself you will just laugh and scoff."

"I will not. You just crept into my head and told me exactly what I was thinking. How did you do it?"

"Very well. Firstly, when you endeavour to return late from a night out and attempt to pass my room without disturbing me, it seems pointless to remove your shoes yet giggle inanely outside my door."

Scarlett lit another smoke and paused a moment.

"I heard you return here at three this morning after you presumably left the home of your boyfriend. As I partook of a light breakfast upon waking, you emerged from your room and sat down where you sit now. You had a wry smile on your pretty face and I watched you look out of the window and then stare at the vase filled with a dozen red roses. Naturally a gift from a serious admirer with obvious romantic overtones."

"Right, that makes sense."

"Indeed. So you spent the night with your man. Your eyes sparkled and your lips quivered as you recalled the lover's tryst. Your left hand went up to your neck where you swept aside your hair and rubbed what appears to be a very recent, and very well-defined love bite. Your lover is the owner of some sharp teeth. As you reminisced about this act of foreplay you buried your other hand between your legs and crossed them, probably in an attempt to relive the sensation of him there. As you rubbed your sore neck more urgently, so you clamped your thighs tight shut, as if imagining your sexual climax once more in your mind's eye."

Emma cleared her throat and uncrossed her bare legs and smiled weakly.

"All that is true. Leo does like to nibble on my neck while we make love. But? Hang on! How is it possible that you know he calls me Em-Em? And that I call him Beau? This IS mind reading!"

"My dear girl. If I reveal all my expertise you will think it were mere child's play. Very well. Regard your beautiful bouquet of flowers, presumably from Leo. Attached to the stems is a personal note. It reads, to my dearest, darling Em-Em from your loving Beau."

"You are joking! That WAS child's play. And I thought you were doing some sort of Harry Potter magic and getting inside my head. How obvious!"

"Alas. It is as I said. When I explain all it is brushed off as being simple."

"Sorry, Holmes."

"Anyway. All that aside, look! I have my first case."

Scarlett held up her Nokia mobile phone and clapped her hands. Anxious in this modern age to resume her passion for solving the unsolvable, Holmes, with the help of Emma, had mastered the use of a personal phone and had placed an advertisement on social media offering her unique services.

"This world never ceases to amaze. My very own communication device. In the palm of my hand no less."

"I'm sure it's a bit of a leap, but everybody has one these days. Good news then?"

"In precisely thirty minutes we can expect a visit from a Mister Doyle who has the most unusual case. You will stay and observe, won't you?"

"If I can help in any way just ask."

"Splendid! This is it, my girl. I'm back in business."

x

There came a knock on Emma's front door and she let in the building handyman, Martin Hudson.

"There is a visitor for Miss Holmes."

"Thank you for your time, Hudson."

Scarlett gave the robust young man a wink as a pallid figure of a man shuffle in and took the offered seat opposite Scarlett and Emma.

'Please, Mister Doyle? You won't mind the presence of Emma, do you? She's just here to observe."

"Not, not at all."

Doyle nodded at Emma who was unable to hide a look of some discomfort at the sight of the poor fellow. Doyle had the reddest hair she had ever seen on a man, and his pale visage was sadly disfigured by a terrible scar. This had the unfortunate effect of turning up the outer edge of his upper lip.

"Yes. I am the unfortunate and desperate soul named Alex Doyle, and I need your expert advice. And help. I am at my wits end. I saw your advert and was reminded of that noted detective from the past, also named Scarlett Holmes. Are you related?"

"In a manner of speaking." Scarlett shot a sideways glance at Emma and suppressed a giggle. "Indeed, I pride myself in being able to deduce and process data from observation. For instance, I see that you are a man in his thirties who, after a life of just getting along fine, has had the good fortune to come into money. The lottery?"

"Precisely so. Fifty million."

"A tidy sum to be sure. You are not accustomed to the change in fortune as of yet as you dress still in tee shirt and blue jeans. And yet have a handsome pair of Christian Louboutin velvet loafers with crystal toe caps. A striking contrast if I may be so bold."

"Go on."

"Despite the presence of the delectable Emma here, you have virtually ignored her, and in the last ten minutes have mentally undressed me. To such an extent that you had attempted to hide your burgeoning erection by crossing and uncrossing your legs."

Doyle lowered his head when he realised he was indeed staring blatantly down the vivacious Scarlett's half-unbuttoned blouse. She scrutinised the odd man with her big green eyes as he and Emma hung on the blonde's every word.

"I deduce that your sexual partiality is for bodacious blondes with big tits. You are quite well endowed and dress to the left. The outline of your appendage is quite visible. Do you see, Emma?"

Emma smiled through thin lips and smoothed back her well-groomed brows in slight embarrassment.

"Furthermore, and presumably as a consequence of your facial disfigurement, you are bereft of female companionship. Therefore, as a right-hander, you have a more pronounced fist than your left. Due no doubt to excessive masturbation. Note the huge veins on the back of his hand and forearm. Nothing to be ashamed of, by the by."

"Bloody hell, Holmes!" Cried an impressed Doyle.

"Bloody hell, Holmes!" Cried an unbelieving Emma. "How do you know all these things?"

"Elementary my dear's. Am I right, Doyle?" Asked Scarlett as she lit up a cigarette.

"Right on the nose. I do have a, you know down there, and I love sex. Of course, women shun me, and I have to resort to self-gratification. It's a shame as I am well hung and I know how to use it. If I had good looks then there would be a line outside my bedroom door, believe me. And on top of that I have a very rare blood type, so most plastic surgeons will not operate on my mouth. Since my big win, I have indulged in booking high class prostitutes, and I have enjoyed myself no end. I pay big, and I expect the best. And there lies my problem."

"Do tell."

"In Mayfair is my favourite female escort agency, 'Blondes Do It Better' and I have fallen head over heels for one of the girls. The trouble is, she is one of identical triplets, all of whom are on the agency books. I have slept with all three and they are worth every penny I spend. I get off best when I see and hear a female climax. In particular when we achieve a mutual orgasm. Heaven itself. I pay the girls a big bonus if they get off with me. My preferred triplet is a screamer. She literally screams the house down when she comes, and with such an endearing high-pitched squeal you ever heard. Really brings me off. I cum in buckets."

"I can only imagine." Replied an aloof Holmes as she eyed up the demure Emma. What she would give to hear the young actress climax in her arms.

"The girls are from America. They are blonde, leggy, and stacked. Impossible to tell apart, and all equally fantastic in bed. Now they all know me and my intentions, they would all love to be the next Mrs. Doyle and enjoy my millions. But I am only ready to commit to my screamer. Is it Nicole, Erica, or Jacklyn. I slept with who I was told was Erica, but she screamed on only two occasions. So the other must have been Nicole or Jacklyn. The two conniving girls of the three have affected a no-sleep arrangement with me, together with my treasure, so that I am now unable to sleep with my beloved and propose marriage."

Doyle dipped his head and worried his orange hair with his fingers.

"Have you ever heard of a more disagreeable and frustrating situation?"

"Well, since you ask, yes. But that is neither here nor there."

"Surely you could find out where each girl lives and ascertain the one you like best?"

Emma broke her silence with a straightforward query.

"Well done, Emma. Good question." Said a proud Holmes.

"The manager of the agency decrees a strict privacy rule. No home visits or personal numbers. Only hotels are used and only cash is acceptable. I have no knowledge of where they live, either separately or together. That is why I've come to you for help."

"I will take you on as a client, Mister Doyle. Come back in a week and l shall have the identity of your desired one."

"Really? I shall pay you well, I can assure you. How will you discover my screamer?"

"Why simplicity itself. Emma and I will fuck all three blondes."

Emma perked up and did a double take.

"Say what now? Sod off! I'm not doing that."

"Why, Emma. You did offer to help in any way, did you not?"

"Did I? Oh, fluff!"

"We shall be discreet and use false names and identities. Truth is, I simply cannot fulfill the task at hand alone. We shall be in and out before you know it."

"Hmm."

Emma brooded as she wondered what she was just about to agree to.

x

Two days later the pair began to come up with a plan of action. Scarlett determined that they should strike in a single evening when all three sisters were on active service. That way they would not be tricked in any way by any deception.

"Here it is."

Emma found the aforementioned agency on her Apple iPad Pro tablet.

"Blonde's Do It Better, a 24/7 London network with the fairest and bustiest of fun ladies. Book one of our highly sophisticated and elegant blondes for a relaxed and entertaining time. Rest assured that all of the gorgeous females are exclusive models and genuine escorts. All pictures depicted here show their real looks."

Emma scrolled down dozens of scantily clad models and noted all sorts of choice women. European, Russian, Asian, Turkish, and American.

"Here's our triplets."

"How are they described?"

"As aged thirty. A Plus. £600 an hour. Offer all services. Busty. Bisexual. Duo or Group. Spanking. Striptease, Roleplay, and Uniforms. There are lots of reviews by satisfied clients. This fellow says, this girl was super sexy and I can't wait to visit her again. Another mentions a threesome. The two identical women were a perfect duo, he says. Both very naughty and inventive behind closed doors."

Emma looked up at Scarlett who sat back and folded her arms.

"I propose that we book all three in the space of three hours. We shall use false names to book all three engagements and attempt to uncover Doyle's desired one. I fancy we may include Hudson with one of us in order to participate in a threesome to deflect suspicion on behalf of those two girls who would swindle Doyle of his millions."

"You can be with him then. I can't pretend that I'm not happy about all this and I shall stick with girl on girl. I owe it to Beau, er, Leo."

"Agreed. Hah! Ready yourself, girl. The game is assuredly afoot."

x

Number 145 Park Lane is exactly that. A luxury hotel in the middle of classical London, known by the title '145, Park Lane.' Formerly The Playboy Club, a fashionable 60's hangout for the rich and famous, the building was now home to a modern and luxurious hotel with 45 guest rooms, all overlooking the royal Hyde Park.

"Here we are, Hudson. Room 023."

At precisely eight pm, Holmes and Martin Hudson arrived to be confronted by a simply stunning blonde bombshell. She must have been around six feet tall in her high heels, thought Scarlett. Her honey-blonde hair was swept over one shoulder and her strapless black dress with the low-cut neckline showed off her deep cleavage.

"Mister and Mrs. Smith? Come on in."

"Thank you."

Scarlett and Hudson followed the blonde escort into a low-lit room that was spacious and big. One side of the room had six uncovered dual-aspect windows that looked out onto the view of Hyde Park.

"I am Johanna, and this is my husband, Rex."

"Erica."

The blonde American shook their hands and then looked Hudson up and down and was highly impressed with his ripped physique.

"Rex? Woof, woof! I think we're all gonna get along. You two fancy dabbling in a threesome, right?"

The woman claiming to be Erica spoke in a southern American twang that Holmes surmised might be Texan.

"Quite so. We feel that we want to swing a bit after several years of marriage."

"Swell. You both need to take a shower and then I need the cash upfront. Place the envelope on that table. The clock is ticking folks. You got one hour or it's another six hundred. The bathroom's through there."

Scarlett and Hudson trotted off to the en-suite bathroom which boasted sleek white marble floors and warm lighting. The pair quickly stripped off and got under a hot shower.

"Remember, Hudson." Said Holmes loudly above the outpouring of white water. "The idea is to bring this female to orgasm to observe her reactions at the moment of climax."

"Understood, Miss Holmes."

"Time is of the essence, so we can't afford to dawdle. Let me get you warmed up."

As they stood side by side under the cascading water Scarlett leaned on Hudson's shoulder and wrapped her fingers around his semi hard dick. He shuddered when she slid down his muscled body and flicked out her tongue to lick the underside of his throbbing shaft. His foreskin drew back as he reached full erection and he let out a cry as hot lips closed tightly on his tapered cock head.

The famed private detective sucked in air as she pushed her head down to take half of his knob inside her watering mouth. As they stood under the stream of hot water, Scarlett feverishly slurped and slobbered on the stud until she felt him ready enough. They emerged side by side, she in a toweling robe, and he stark naked and sporting a mighty stiff.

"We're ready," announced Scarlett as she removed her robe.

Erica, if indeed it were she, had draped her now naked body across the red satin sheets. The only thing she wore was a pair of gossamer sheer black hold ups that sheathed her exquisite legs. She lifted her head and saw her clients, both staring at her with wide eyed anticipation. Her eyes affixed to Hudson's broad chest and smooth torso. He's fucking gorgeous, thought Erica as she ogled his fully erect cock with the magnificent swollen tip.

"Well, well. Look here. What a nice couple. Let's get started, shall we?"

Holmes read the time in the clock on the bedside table. 8.15. Tick tock, time to fuck.

x

Approximately fifteen minutes after Scarlett and Hudson had joined the first sister, so Emma timidly knocked on door number 031. She did not know it but the blonde knockout who opened the door was the spitting image of the sister with Holmes and Hudson.

"Hi, sweetie. You're J.K. right?"

"Hi. Yes."

Emma stood demurely on the threshold of the luxury suite in a short trench coat over a plain white top and black mini skirt. She wore dark glasses in order to cut a discreet figure.

"Don't stand on ceremony, come on in. Time is money."

The blonde southern belle had a broad Texan accent and a big grin as she ushered Emma inside.

"Say, you remind me of that movie star, what's her name?"

"Yeah, I get that a lot. She's more attractive. Nice room."

"Honey, I earned it. The hard way. Just put the cash on the table and go shower. And make that muff squeaky clean, you hear? I hear you have an outfit you want to wear."

"I have it here."

Emma held up her small bag.

"You like to be dominated, that so?"

Emma nodded and cursed Scarlett for giving her a certain role. The fragrant and charming actress had no prior experience in sexual roleplay and wondered how things were going to play out. A successful actress, model, and UN Women Goodwill Ambassador, Emma thought she had seen pretty much everything until the unique and intriguing Scarlett Holmes had popped into her busy life. The stylish and intelligent young female, who always had her schedule pretty much organised now had no idea what to expect next.

"You scrub up well, honey. You're a knockout."

Once showered and dried, Emma, appeared in the bedroom of the hired suite and drew a whistle from the stripped-off blonde escort sitting on the edge of the large bed.

"Thanks."

Emma had transformed into an alluring vision of seduction in a topless all white satin waspie that settled on her hips, and a pair of see through lacy panties. Her finely trimmed pubic hair was clearly visible through the sheer material. She wore a pair of opaque silk stockings with two garters with cute red ribbons atop each of her slender pins. On her feet were a pair of white satin pumps with four inch heels and enticing thin ankle straps.

"You have nice taste in lingerie."

Not my choosing actually, but another's not too far from this very room. Emma did feel good though and the sweet caress of the waspie on her soft flesh gave her goosebumps. She was acutely aware of her modest-sized tits that were exposed at the top of the waspie, and her nipples became erect and jutted out invitingly.

"I think we have the very thing for our little game tonight."

The American blonde held up a black strap-on harness with an eight-inch dildo fitted in the special attachment. Emma gulped and approached the bed nervously, and as she walked the rustling of the silk stockings could be heard as her upper thighs rubbed. Erica put the strap on aside for the moment and drew Emma closer and cupped her tight ass. Emma's entire body quivered as the blonde's fingers stroked the warm flesh of the bare part of her upper thighs.

"You're so cute." Said Erica admiringly as she slid the flimsy panties down over Emma's slim hips and silken pins.

Emma bit her lip as Erica traced out a line on her moist labia with just her fingertips. The actress went on the tips of her heels and spread her legs wider for the blonde who blew a gentle flow of warm air on her muff.

"That feels, odd."

Then Emma shrieked as she tossed onto the bed in a blur of flailing legs. Erica buried her face in Emma's snatch and eased her tongue into her sopping pussy of the lightweight. As she was driven mad by the languid drag of a tongue along her juicy slit, Emma shuddered and groaned, then wriggled and whimpered. Erica was an expert as she painted Emma's pussy with tantalising circles around her tiny nub.

"Ooooh! Yes...oh...yes!"

Emma was breathing hard as she hammered the mattress with her balled-up fists. Erica now made incredible figures of eight with her tongue around her clit, up and down her plump pussy lips, and from side to side on that sensitive strip of flesh known as the perineum. What could only be described as a delicious ache in her muff, Emma felt her seeping juices greedily lapped up. Her legs wilted and laid out flat on the bed as Erica raised her head and grinned.

"We have time still to play with our toy."

Erica looked down at the nubile vision in white and realised that she was enjoying herself more than usual. This filly was a dream with her pert tits and succulent pussy. The soft light of the exclusive hotel suite made her bared skin positively glow. The blonde escort found herself highly aroused and raring to go.

"Alright," agreed Emma with a dry throat.

Her flawless face was a picture of submissive apprehension as Erica wiggled her hips into the black harness and smeared lubricant along the ominous eight-inch lifelike dildo. Emma gulped as a pillow was shoved under her bottom and the big dildo was prodded at her wet entrance. The bulbous head of the fake cock slid inside Emma and parted her pink inner folds with ease.

"Oh! Mmm! Gosh!"

Erica shifted on her knees and pushed forwards with her hips. As more of the dildo slid in Emma cupped her breasts, rolling the bullet-hard tips in her fingertips. Her legs bent at the knees as Erica bucked up into her with heaving tits and pelvic thrusts. Emma's tight cunt was filled and her nether lips were drawn out on the backstroke and then pushed in as she was penetrated once more.

"You're so cute."

Breathed Erica as she lightly kissed the tips of Emma's perky tits. The slick toy bathed Emma's rear end and her rounded cheeks glistened with the lube and her own fluids. In a sex-crazed haze, Erica set a faster pace and slammed into Emma's tight pussy. The submissive Emma gasped and jerked as the strap-on dildo sank up inside her. In a blur of relentless fucking the pair rocked and wailed and Emma came, not once, but twice in a short space of time. With one final thrust, Erica let the false cock remain embedded in Emma's sodden pussy and then unbuckled the straps.

"Holy shit!"

As Emma reeled from a third convulsion she looked down her panting form to see the obscene sight of the eight-inch dildo half sticking out of her exposed pussy. She raised herself up on her elbows as Erica extracted the toy and placed it back in the attachment.

"I want you to fuck me in the ass." Hissed Erica and helped Emma out of her waspie and into the strap-on harness.

"I've never done this before." Said Emma wide-eyed. "How long before our hour is up?"

"Fifteen minutes," replied the blonde as she lubed up her asshole.

She went on all fours and wiggled her backside as Emma crept up behind her. To Emma's amazement, the dildo sank into Erica's anus with pretty much zero effort. She held onto the escort's hips as she attempted to fuck the blonde like a man would. It felt distinctly odd to shunt to and fro as if she had an erection poking out in front of her, but within minutes the actress had a rhythm going that seemed to please Erica.

"Faster, can you manage that, sweetie?"

Emma shifted on her knees and stroked home as best she could. This woman was loving it, and Emma saw that her asshole was nicely stretched out by the slick tool. Erica had reached beneath her and was flicking at her clit with frantic strumming of her fingers. Emma concentrated and fucked her even faster, banging hard into her reddening back passage.

"Gonna...gonna...gonna, cum!"

This was it, and Emma awaited the conclusion of a very kinky hour.

"Oh, oh, oh, urgh!"

Erica climaxed in a peculiar tweeting noise that resembled nothing like a scream. This was not Doyle's girl. Over her shoulder, Erica grinned at Emma and then promptly collapsed on the bed. Emma quickly made her excuses and left the suite to join up with Holmes.

Scarlett cut just as fine a figure as the American escort, thought Hudson as his eyes locked on the creamy full curves of her 34DD breasts. Erica followed his gaze down her voluptuous body to the full hips that framed the erotic V of her plump pussy mound.

"Wow, we are gonna rock the house tonight. Let's entertain Rex some."

"Alright," agreed Scarlett willingly.

The curvy blonde rolled onto the bed beside Erica and lay on her front with her rump sticking high in the air. She flashed her green eyes at Erica who sidled up and gently ran her fingers along the smooth back and waist down to the round curves of her cheeks. With a quick motion, Erica had Scarlett up on her knees by her hips and her nose nestled in the superb space that separated Scarlett's nates.

"Oh, yes!" Moaned the detective as Erica extended her tongue and tasted the sweet wetness of her quim.

Scarlett jerked as the tongue action became a firm and assured licking that saw Erica burrow deeper inside Scarlett's pussy. With her eyes screwed up, Scarlett moved her bottom back into Erica's face and mumbled obscenities as she thrilled to the well-executed torment of length swipes.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Hudson wanked his knob as he looked on open-mouthed. Erica had her lips pursed now and she kissed Scarlett's pussy opening until her juices dripped and dripped. Close to her climax, Scarlett grabbed bunches of sheets as Erica ran her tongue up her slit as close to her clitoris as possible without actually touching it. As Erica flicked out her darting tongue she would pull back on occasion and Scarlett growled in frustration as she flexed her pelvis in search of the woman's elusive mouth.

"I think we need to bring Rex in on the action."

Scarlett laid out flat on her belly, her left leg trembling as she savoured the sublime spasm in her pussy. Hudson flopped onto the bed and Erica immediately curled her tongue around his bell end and took him eagerly into her mouth. As she moved her head back and forth on his considerable length she massaged his balls. Scarlett rose up and moved her bodacious body atop of him and placed her cunt directly over his open mouth.

"Mmm, that's it. You're really getting the hang of this swinging stuff."

"Thanks," muttered Scarlett as Hudson pressed his lips to her lips and started to kiss her muff.

The blonde American drew his throbbing organ deeper and deeper into her mouth and her saliva drooled down his hairless scrotum. His dick expanded between her lips and she held him still in her mouth before slowly pulling back and scraping her teeth along his thick shaft. Scarlett moaned loudly from the insistent lapping from Hudson's flattened tongue, and she bent forwards as Hudson probed her juiced up quim with his questing tongue.

"Heavens! What fun!"

She noted the time on the clock. 8.40.

"I would like to watch you fuck my husband."

Erica popped off Hudson's knob and saw no reason to argue as his dick shone from her spit and dribble.

"Fine. Put a sock on that, would you honey?"

Hudson took one condom out of the packet of twelve laid on the table and broke open the wrapper. He rolled the latex sheath over his glans and along his rigid column.

"Now, sit there, and let's see what you're made of."

Hudson planted his bottom on the edge of the bed as Erica turned her back to him and crouched over his upright pole in a reverse cowgirl position. She lowered herself slowly onto his lap until her shaven muff met his sheathed cock head. Scarlett got up out of the chair and walked briskly to the king-sized bed, her hips swaying, and her big tits bouncing.

"Can you see, Johanna?"

"Quite so," answered Scarlett who bent forward to closely observe the American escort's bald pussy sink down his generous length.

Erica didn't stop until her moist cunt was fully impaled.

"That feels so good. He's pretty big, isn't he?"

Her blue eyes became half closed as she started to rock back and forth with her toes dug into the lush carpet beneath her feet. Her naked frame writhed and squirmed as she drove up and down, her hot pussy pushing ever deeper onto his slick shaft. Hudson saw Scarlett nod perceptively at him and he put his hands on Erica's shoulders and thrust up with his hips. Her abundant rack bounced wildly as she smashed down on his rod of steel, and her head dipped as her aching cunt was plundered.

"Are you going to cum?"

Erica looked into Scarlett's deep green eyes and smiled blissfully as she rubbed her pelvis on Hudson's groin. The grinding motion caused her clit to tingle like mad and her juices wetted his balls.

"Only a big cock gets me off, and your husband might just do it. But enough of me."

Erica hopped off of Hudson who fucked air for a few seconds. She took Scarlett by the hand and both fell onto the bed. Two pairs of ample breasts mashed together and Erica brushed Scarlett's thighs with hers. They writhed in each other's arms as their warm bodies pressed firmly together. Scarlett was highly impressed as Erica rotated her hips and lunged down at just the right angle to bump pussies. Both gyrated and groaned as their clits strained against the other. Hudson looked on in awe as their trimmed pubes mingled in a damp union of sexual stimulation. Scarlett's deep cleavage was dappled with fine beads of perspiration and her nipples were rock-hard.

"Ooooh! Aaaah!"

She started to cum as Erica massaged her clit and pussy lips with frantic rubs. Scarlett turned to face Hudson and she made urgent nodding to him in order to urge him to step up. Her head tilted back as Erica was roughly pulled up by the rabid Hudson who moved her into a doggy stance and mounted her.

"Yes! Fuck me, Rex! Fuck me with that big bone, puppy!"

Erica grabbed a soft pillow for support as Hudson drove up into her at a rate of knots. As he fucked her hard and fast she dipped her head and panted into the pillow. The ripped former soldier worked in and out of her sodden pussy with powerful pumps of his taut ass. He felt her pussy contract around his turgid cock and he signaled with a thumbs up to the expectant Scarlett.

"Nearly...there."

Hudson bellowed himself as he flooded the condom and he pulled Erica firmly back onto his entire length. Scarlett strained her ears as Erica looked up with a look of shock on her face, and her mouth gawped like a goldfish out of the water as she came. She fell onto her back as Hudson withdrew and her large tits glistened with moisture and her stomach undulated in what could only be described as a silent orgasm. Her throat made barely audible cries of satisfaction, and before she could even look up, Holmes and Hudson had already left. This was not Doyle's girl.

x

"Are all your cases going to be like this?" Asked Emma as she attempted to fix her hair.

"One can only hope, dear girl." Replied Scarlett who was grinning like a cat who had gotten the cream.

Scarlett and Emma had just left room 042 where they had seen Doyle and his intended of the three triplets happily reconcile. The two exhausted women took a taxi and returned to Emma's apartment where they took to their respective rooms and slept the whole next day.

x

Two days later.

"Scarlett! What the..."

"Emma! There you are. Doyle here is just thanking me for a job well done. Erica and he are to be happily married at the end of the month."

Scarlett Holmes looked over the man's back at the unexpected intrusion of Emma as he lay nestled between her splayed legs in the missionary position. Both naked, the pair were fucking each other like dogs on heat, and Doyle's backside rose and fell as he rammed into the stacked blonde. Scarlett's body was dappled with a light sheen of perspiration as Emma watched Doyle's considerable length thrust in and out of her moist pussy.

"Doyle spoke the truth. He has one of the thickest cocks I have ever encountered. Oh, my word!"

Doyle went into overdrive and slammed Scarlett into the mattress. Her legs flailed in the air as she shuddered from an earth-shattering orgasm.

"Bloody hell, Holmes! I don't believe it!" Cried Emma in exasperation.

"Bloody hell, Doyle! I don't believe it!" Cried Scarlett in ecstasy.

Doyle promptly erupted and his lower body convulsed over and over as he ejaculated. Copious amounts of his cum trickled out of Scarlett's overstuffed pussy and leaked out, down her crack, and onto the crisp white sheets.

"Emma. Remind Hudson that we need our linen changed as soon as possible."

xxx

Chapter Four.

'Scarlett And The Devil Worshippers'

Emma Watson sighed with relief as she opened the front door of her fashionable apartment overlooking the Thames. She kicked her shoes off and slumped into one of three comfortable armchairs, rubbing her toes in both hands. The wall clock read seven and the morning sunshine was already streaming through the large window which faced East. Her plane from Paris had arrived at City Airport thirty minutes early and a taxi cab had taken mere minutes to drop her off. The last four days had been hectic as the stylish fashion icon had modeled a new range of raincoats for Burberry.

"Good morning, Emma. I trust you had a pleasant time in France?"

'Holmes. You're up. Not like your usual self."

Scarlett Holmes extinguished a Dunhill Menthol cigarette in an ashtray, but not before lighting up another with the remains of the spent smoke. The ravishing golden blonde looked rather prim and proper in a royal blue midi skirt and matching blazer, with a somber white blouse beneath. It had been three months since Emma had taken on the woman out of time as a nonpaying guest, and it appeared that she was not going anywhere soon.

"You look very chic in that outfit. Is something amiss? You normally lie in until noon."

"Indeed, my dear Watson. Something is amiss."

"Is it another crime? A murder? A brain-teasing mystery?"

Emma sat on the edge of her seat and awaited the answer.

"I say, here's fun. We've known each other for a while now, and you are aware of my intelligence quotient and perception. See if you can use your powers of deduction on me."

"Alright, um...okay. You're up early and well-dressed. Either you have a client or you're going out."

"Good start."

"I do believe that you are going out, as I see in your open purse on the table that you have an extra pair of panties tucked away. You may be away from the apartment for some time and you want to be prepared for anything untoward. I think perhaps you have a case, a particularly hard nut to crack in fact, and furthermore the man's name is Phillips."

"Bravo! How could you possibly think that?"

"When I looked up when you first spoke you were holding a letter and frowning at the contents. You discarded the envelope the letter had been in and I saw the name of the sender, Phillips, on the back."

"Excellent work, Emma." Scarlett clapped her hands at the admirable efforts of the charming young actress. "What a pity you are wrong on all counts."

"I am? Balls!"

"I AM going out and I have a very early meeting with my gynecologist. A Doctor Elizabeth Phillips. I thought I might be in need of some extra underwear after the examination. I don't relish the visit and was in two minds whether or not to cancel. One good thing though is that I DO have the option of another case, and an exceedingly nasty one to be sure."

"How so?"

"Do you believe in the Devil, Emma? Satanism, witches, and the like?"

"Are you trying to wind me up? You know my filmography. I was Hermione, remember?"

"Wind you up? Like a toy doll? What an odd expression. Another modernism no doubt. Anyhow, I did not refer to your fictional alter-ego, a thrilling role as it was, but in real life?"

"No, not really. Why?"

"I have been contacted by an Inspector Lester from New Scotland Yard, who wishes to meet me, accompanied by a Lord Buckley. Apparently, His Lordship is in a spot of bother. Blackmail, naturally. He's been inducted into a Satanic Brotherhood known as the Church of Lucifer, an absurd name if ever I heard one."

"I thought all that superstition had died out, even before your time."

"There have always been evil worshippers, my dear. And there always will be. There is a thread of Satanism in every other aristocratic family in this fair isle. Including Lord Buckley's. I actually knew his...grandfather I presume, back in '85. How strange it is that the current Lord Buckley is now older than I. I haven't been to Buckley Hall in 135 years. He's been fleeced of £30,000, and now his blackmailers demand more. Government secrets no doubt."

"Here they are now then."

Emma answered the buzz of the entrance intercom and inside of five minutes there stood a tall female with loose fair locks and dressed in a light tan trench coat. Over her shoulder was a sad looking fellow in a blue suit. As Emma welcomed them in, Scarlett immediately went to the male and shook his hand.

"Good day to you, Inspector."

"Sorry to disappoint, but he's not Lester. I am. Miss Adele Lester, at your service."

"A female Inspector. Whatever next."

Holmes nodded in apology, having never known the like, and stepped back as Adele shed her coat. Standing at a height of almost six feet in her knee high black boots, the blue eyed blonde easily towered over the rest. Beneath her coat she wore a formal dark suit consisting of a two button jacket and a daringly short skirt. The top of her jacket, although done up, was open from just below her magnificent 34DD cup breasts to display acres of bared boob. Her hips rode from side to side as she entered and planted her curvy backside into a chair and crossed her shapely pins.

"So, you are the famous Scarlett Holmes. I was expecting a more mousey type."

"So we are both surprised then. Let us cut to the chase. Your Lordship?"

"I have been a fool, Miss Holmes. And my sorry and debauched nature has become my abject misery."

"Tell all."

"I first discovered the brotherhood through a colleague in the House of Lords. They go by the Church of Lucifer."

"The aristocratic House of Lords. Naturally."

Scarlett gave Emma a sideways glance and winked.

"Please, do go on."

"I was told that the brotherhood engaged in regular orgies to appease the Dark One, and that the sex was hotter than any he had ever had before. At first, I was reluctant to join, although all the members had a liberal view of politics. After all, they were a devil-worshipping cult. But the average age of the willing females was apparently between the ages of 20 to 35, and as I am a widower of 50 the urge of free sex was pulling me in."

"And then came the hook and line."

"Quite. I was informed that my initiation orgy had been filmed and that unless I handed over the sum of £10,000, the film would be delivered to every newspaper in the country. Even in these current relaxed times, there would be a scandal. I readily agreed to the blackmailers and was instructed to attend the very next orgy. I knew full well that there would be no end to their demands, and sure enough, I was again coerced into handing over £20,000."

Buckley took a gulp from a glass of water as Lester took up the story.

"Now things have escalated. The chapter are demanding that His Lordship pass over state secrets, secrets that he is in possession of in his role of making and shaping the laws of government. At a loss as to what to do next, he made the wise choice of contacting the police."

"What do you suggest then? Arrest the entire chapter?"

"Without any evidence whatsoever, and only Lord Buckley's word against theirs, no. I propose that we catch them all in the act as it were. The next orgy is planned on the ancient Wiccan festival of Beltane on May 1st. It's understood that a big sexual ritual is traditional with this date, as well as blood sacrifices."

"How are you planning to catch them in the act, as you say?"

Scarlett and Adele looked at Emma who asked the question.

"By going undercover. Myself included. His Lordship has the task of providing the location this time around and has to provide five women willing to take part in the group sex. There will be thirteen members of the chapter, including the High Priest and his mate present. Through an escort agency, Lord Buckley has booked two former glamour models, so we just need two more females."

"Then look no further. Young Emma and I shall be only too happy to assist."

"Precisely the reason we came here today." Said a relieved Inspector Lester.

Emma did a double take and stood up with eyes blazing.

"Bloody hell, Holmes! You could at least ask first."

"Does that mean you won't do it? Your country needs you."

Emma scuffed her foot and huffed.

"Bugger!"

x

The modern world still enthralled Scarlett Holmes, who had been wrenched from the year 1891 to 2023. This world was a considerable mishmash of high-rise buildings made of concrete and steel. The use of petrol, natural gas, and electricity powered such things as aircraft, motor cars, and extremely fast railway trains. But despite all the seemingly magical achievements, the greatest and most welcome wonderment of all was the sexual liberation for all. For Scarlett, a self-confessed woman with excessive, and almost uncontrollable sexual desires, this was heaven on earth.

"Here we are, Buckley Hall."

Emma, not one of the best drivers admittedly, did an exaggerated sweep of the gravel drive and then slammed on the brakes of her fire truck red mini hatch. She turned off the ignition and windscreen wipers and heard a soft sort of whimpering to her left.

"Holmes! What ARE you doing?"

Scarlett was cowering under the front passenger seat wide-eyed and ashen-faced.

"I have never been driven so fast in all my life!"

"I was only doing seventy. I was cruising. Oh, look there are the others."

Buckley Hall. A centuries-old stately home in Hertfordshire was a listed building with a chequered past. Rumours of the 3rd Earl being brutally murdered during a Satanic ritual gone wrong had hung over the generations of the Buckley family ever since. Standing by the front entrance was a small group consisting of Lord Buckley, Inspector Lester, and two astonishingly attractive females. One brunette and one blonde. Emma hopped out of the car under an umbrella, followed by a groggy-looking Scarlett. The weather had turned inclement during the drive up from London, and the evening sky rumbled from the rolling thunder.

"Lord Buckley, Inspector."

"Ladies. Let's get inside quickly."

His Lordship herded all the ladies inside where they shook off the rain in the hallway.

"Our illustrious guests not here yet?" Asked Holmes as she gathered her wits from the manic drive on the M25 motorway.

"Soon enough, Holmes. Let me introduce you to my female escorts. I hired them from Lady Sonia's Glamour Girl Services. Lucy Pinder, and Rhian Sugden."

Both models were curvy and incredibly attractive. They had dressed alike in mid-length evening dresses with such low-cut necklines that their ample bosoms threatened to spill out at any given moment.

"Evening. Nice weather for ducks."

Rhian seemed a bubbly sort with big brown eyes and side-swept blonde locks and a smooth white dress.

"So you're the famous detective. Do you really believe in all this hocus-pocus then?"

In contrast, Lucy spoke in more of a classier accent than her blonde counterpart. The top-heavy brunette had a full and lush mane of chestnut tresses and an equally impressive 32GG-sized bust.

"I take it all with a huge grain of salt." Answered Scarlett in a forthright manner. "These underground Sabbat meetings tend to be all about sex."

"Suits me and Lucy. We fuck for money."

"You never know, Scarlett." Piped Emma.

"Ever the romantic, eh Watson."

"Are you really Emma Watson? You're all grown up now."

"Well. I AM thirty. And you never saw me here, right?"

"Come on, ladies. I'll show you where you can change."

Lord Buckley led them all to a back room that had a long dressing table, wall-length mirror, and a modest bathroom.

"You will all have to wear these cloaks with the hood up until told otherwise by the High Priest. And nothing is to be worn under it. Show them, Inspector."

Adele Lester had already stripped off and the astonishingly slim blonde with the gravity-defying 34DD boobs stood naked and proud. Buckley helped her adorn a heavy worsted green cloak that met the floor. The inside had a comfortable velvet lining, and the hood had two tassels.

"Come on then. Get naked. And lube up. It might be a long night."

The Inspector pointed to an array of lubrication tubes and a wall clock that showed eleven. Sixty minutes to go until the witching hour. Lucy and Rhian were no strangers to nudity and were naked in a trice. Emma was acutely aware of Scarlett staring at her as she got out of her top and skirt. Holmes had admitted to her that her great-grandmother, Doctor Emma Watson, and she had been lovers and that the two Emmas could have passed for identical twins. She wondered if the famed detective had designs on her this night.

"You are a delight for the eyes, dear Emma."

"Thanks, I think."

Emma was attractive in an understated way, petite and slim, with perky breasts and a pert bottom. The gentle swell of her abdomen led the eye to her trim V of pubic hair that failed to conceal the soft pink folds of her delectable pussy. Scarlett was of a more bodacious type, wide of hip, round and full buttocks, and huge and spectacular boobs.

"We go down."

His Lordship was followed by the cloaked team down ancient steps to what appeared to be a defunct wine cellar. Buckley had attempted to restore the subterranean chamber into a relatively tolerable state and keeping the original brickwork. Scarlett noted the inverted pentagram on the wall behind the raised platform at one end of the candle-lit room. Black candles to be more precise.

"So, the idea is to let proceedings play out until His Lordship is compelled to cough up the documents. That is when I give my officers the signal to break up the orgy and arrest the accused."

Adele outlined her plan to the others as they huddled together.

"Just how far into 'proceedings' do you think we will need to wait?" Asked a nervous Emma.

"Until I say is necessary. Now, we wait."

x

By fifteen minutes to midnight, the rest of the chapter had gathered in the cellar, making an unholy thirteen all told. The general hubbub of voices signaled their arrival to the cloaked females who waited in a line patiently. Lord Buckley mingled with the brotherhood and welcomed them all one by one.

"Drink this, Lord Buckley."

Sister Sek sidled up beside him and handed His Lordship a glass of amber liquid.

"I really don't think I should."

"You must if you wish to keep pace with the young nubiles. This special blend will keep you hard for hours."

Buckley downed the glass and instantly felt a certain tingling.

"I must say that I do feel, feel."

"Amorous?"

"Quite."

"Good. We are all here to share those things so many of us yearn to share and yet dare not."

Buckley wondered if Sek referred to the sex orgy or the expected handover of state secrets by himself.

"Relax, my Lord. When convention is rejected, all that is desired is pleasure. Pleasure of the flesh. Is that not what you wanted when you joined the brotherhood?"

"Yes."

"And have we not provided?"

"It's all been terribly stimulating."

"Tonight is your night, my Lord. Even the weather is in your favour."

A flash of lightning lit the candle-lit chamber and as Buckley turned back to Sek, she was gone.

"Welcome to the High Priest!"

All eyes went to the raised platform where the ominous figure of a bulky man wearing an ornate golden mask with seven horns stood with a long staff in his fist.

"I, Mephisto, am the all-hearing eye of the Great One Himself. Tonight, on this hallowed night, we are gathered together for the furtherance of His will."

"All bow to Mephisto." Sister Sek held up her hands and the congregation all bowed deeply.

"We thirteen are gathered to celebrate the induction of His Lordship to the next level. In accordance with our tradition, we shall partake of the traditional orgy. Are we in agreement?"

"All bow to Mephisto." Demanded Sek once more.

"Come forward."

Buckley meekly approached the platform and looked up at the High Priest.

"State your name."

"Lord Henry..."

"Your brotherhood name."

"Right. I am Brother Ram."

"Brother Ram, I bid you welcome. We are heartily glad that you have chosen the dark way to the furtherance of His wishes and cause. I shall indoctrinate you to the second level once we have offered our bodies and indulged in carnal knowledge. Who have you seen fit to bring to us this evening?"

"I have brought these five women tonight."

Sek clapped her hands and Scarlett's little troop all shook off their heavy robes to reveal their naked bodies beneath.

"We have Sister Scarlett, Sister Emma, Sister Lucy, Sister Rhian, and Sister Adele."

Mephisto and the other males looked on at the five bared ladies directly in front of the platform with approval.

"You have chosen well, brother Ram. Most agreeable. Sex magic is the source of succour in our earthly existences. Let us start with the sisters performing for the brothers. Lucifer, Prince of Darkness! Accept this humble gathering of unrestrained indulgence as a token of our loyalty to thee. Begin the ceremonial rite of orgy!"

Lucy, Rhian, and Adele reacted immediately, with the stacked brunette finding herself as the filling in a sexy blonde sandwich. With Rhian behind her, and Adele at her front they writhed and gyrated together, rubbing their voluptuous bodies against each other. Emma stood in the buff, aware of the six male onlookers who had all discarded their hooded cloaks. Despite her misgivings, the brown-haired beauty was absolutely captivated by the sight of three naked and heaving females glued together in abject lust.

"We must engage, dear Emma, lest we draw attention to ourselves."

"Right. Oh!"

Scarlett faced Emma and pulled her lithe body to her own. Emma gasped at the buxom contours of the golden blonde as she rubbed up against her. Scarlett's darting tongue snaked inside Emma's mouth as they engaged in a lingering French kiss. Searching hands ran all over her back and bottom and she felt her nether cheeks pulled apart for a lewd display for the rapt audience.

"Splendid fun!" Announced Mephisto and his mate as they tore off their own robes.

Rhian was on her back on a specially placed Moroccan woven rug that had ornate demonic motifs and other alike intricate patterns. Lucy knelt between her spread-out legs and was eagerly licking all around her shaven muff. Behind her was Adele, who had her cute nose buried in Lucy's backside and was pushing her tongue deep inside her pussy. Emma stood there in a mixture of awe and heightened excitement and felt her own pussy nicely moist and warm. Her nipples stood out like tiny buds and Scarlett flicked out at the erect peaks with great enthusiasm. Used to a man sucking on her nipples, Emma did enjoy how Scarlett teased and nibbled on her very sensitive buds.

"Touch me, Watson." Said Holmes in her soft and husky voice.

Emma gulped hard and fondled Scarlett's tits, surprised at how full and firm they were. Their mouths met again and their tongues mingled with each other. Emma's body felt wonderful in Scarlett's arms as they pressed together tightly. Her medium but firm breasts rubbed on hers and the nipples felt pleasantly stiff against her skin. Scarlett moved her fingers down to between Emma's legs and lightly caressed her damp quim. The lightweight actress went up on top toe as Scarlett used two fingers to probe inside her aching cunt.

"My word. You're so juicy down there. Does it feel nice?"

"Ummm! Ohhh!"

Emma gripped Scarlett by her shoulders for balance as she was frigged hard and fast. She bit her lower lip as she rode the expert finger fuck from her great-grandmother's lover! From her point of view, Emma was indeed enjoying her very first exposure to another female. Following her natural instincts Emma humped her hips and gyrated on the ever-frantic thrusting fingers, while Scarlett used the heel of her hand to knead her erect clit.

"Gorgeous."

Scarlett had dropped to her knees so that her face was level with Emma's mound. Emma covered her mouth to stifle a scream as Adele came up behind her and parted her soft labia to allow easy access for Scarlett to lick her most sensitive area. Adele also dipped down so that both bountiful blonde's now slathered at Emma simultaneously. Near to fainting Emma struggled to stand up as two tongues slipped and slid in and out of her hot snatch.

"Goodness!"

Adele's fingernails dug into Emma's pert bum as she furiously licked her pussy from anus to clit. Scarlett meanwhile had her pointed tongue buried inside Emma's twat as far as she was able to. Warm tingles of ecstasy spread through Emma's loins quicker than one could say 'the game was afoot.' Emma came on the spot and with her hair disheveled and a huge grin on her face she plopped down onto the rug and sat there with her thighs clamped shut.

"Your turn, Scarlett. Let's show 'em what you're made of."

"Delighted, ladies."

Eager to taste the others, Scarlett laid on the ornate rug and splayed her legs. Adele grabbed hold of her thighs and started to lick and suck on her delicious pussy. Lucy joined in and now two wet tongues slid up and down and across her damp slit. Scarlett felt a welcome pair of hands on her heaving bosom and out of the corner of her eye saw the top-heavy Rhian lean over her. Instantly turned on, Scarlett pushed her lower body up to meet the exciting oral assault from the others. The transfixed men wanked their erections furiously as they looked on at the flying mass of bared limbs, hair, and hot bodies.

"She's so wet." Noted Lucy with her chin coated with Scarlett's pussy juice.

Before she could respond Rhian had placed her bald cunt directly over her face and without hesitation, Scarlett pushed her tongue up as deep inside the offered muff as she was able to. Rhian shunted her pelvis back and forth, smearing Scarlett's lips and nose with her increasing wetness. As Lucy and Adele were totally absorbed in pleasuring the famed detective, it came as a pleasant surprise when Emma Watson began to blow hot air on their raised backsides. One by one, beginning with Lucy, Emma licked out both of them with noisy relish. Having savoured the female touch, the charming English rose slathered on Lucy's outer folds with a lustful impulse.

"Oh, crikey!"

Lucy mumbled into Scarlett's soaked bush as Emma delved inside her cunt, pushing the tip of her tongue as far in as she possibly could. Then Emma again turned to Inspector Lester whose knees started to buckle as her quim was fingered by the enthusiastic Emma.

"Feel free to partake whenever you so wish. my brothers."

High Priest Mephisto announced the next stage of the big orgy and in a trice Scarlett had a thick cock pushed between her red lips. The swiftness of the intrusion saw her left cheek bulge out as she endeavoured to take it all in. She could taste the saltiness of him as his rod scraped the length of her tongue.

"Bend, blondie."

Adele was bent over onto her front and her buttocks parted so that her swollen labia were openly revealed. A stiff dick was thrust up inside her and her hips were pulled up as she was ruthlessly impaled on the man's iron-hard tool.

"Ho!"

Emma's head was spinning as she was positioned on her hands and knees and mounted from behind.

"Oh my days!"

Her waist was held in a firm grip as she was stuffed full of hot cock. His strokes were fast and true as she was fucked silly. The squelching noise of him pushing in and out was clearly audible as Emma fought to stay concentrated. Then her mouth was forced open and a rigid dick inserted between her drooling lips. Emma was astounded as both men matched each other thrust for thrust, making the slender actress gag and groan from the two-pronged attack.

"Gagh!"

Emma had tears in her eyes as the knob in her mouth throbbed at the back of her throat. Her mouth gaped as he pulled out and left a string of saliva connecting to his bell end, only breaking when he shifted to her rear. The two switched and the cock that was in her cunt was pressed to her lips. She sucked him in and bobbed her head up and down on the purple head that shot up to the roof of her mouth. Behind her was an unseen male who dragged his erection along her dripping slit before entering her with a single lunge in.

"Darling Emma, oh my!"

Scarlett's heart raced as she watched her beloved on all fours with her almost innocent face buried in a man's crotch and with his stuffed down her throat. From her vantage point, the blonde detective looked on as another thrust in and out of her from behind. His big balls swung to and fro as he pounded the petite girl with rippling buttocks. With each rough push Emma was slammed forwards so that the cock in her drooling mouth bumped the back of her throat.

"You're not fucking." Said a member of the chapter. Another stood next to him and both sported a raging hard-on.

"Then let's get to it."

x

"You're a big boy, aren't you?"

Lucy and Rhian were having a ball, oblivious of any ominous undue unpleasantness, and had teamed up to take on a black-skinned brother whose ebony pole poked up straight to the ceiling. He looked younger than the rest and stood at a healthy six feet two. The two models looked at each other as they pawed at his thick cock which must have been all of eight inches long and more.

"Go for it," he said in a deep voice.

The two babes both knelt down and took turns massaging his sturdy rod. Licking up the heavily veined shaft as he groaned wordlessly. Lucy especially, inhaled deeply of his manly scent and her pussy leaked down her thigh as a direct result of running her tongue up his entire length. Rhian took his glans into her mouth as Lucy nibbled and sucked on his balls. At opposite sides they giggled as they pressed their open mouths on either side of his upright pole and sandwiched it between their fervid lips and tongues.

"Get down."

Lucy was directed onto the rug and she yelped as her legs were pulled back and up. The black bull spat on her pussy and ran his cock head all over her pink labia. She shot a look at Rhian. A look that said I can't believe his massive nine incher is going to fit. He bent over the hot brunette and kissed her huge globes of flesh. Lucy squirmed and gasped as he took her.

"Oh, baby."

Rhian was enthralled as he eased his long organ deeper inside her best friend's weeping cunt. First the enormous head, then inch by inch of black meat. Lucy let out a moan of pleasure as he drove into her with the entire length of his ebony monster. She hooked her ankles around his back and sobbed in pure bliss as she received a series of steady, hard thrusts. His pelvis drew back with every pull-out before he slammed back into the stacked model full pelt.

"So big, so big, so big!"

Lucy was further teased as the muscled hunk slowed up, slowly drawing back until he was almost out, and then plunging back home and pausing with his whole shaft buried in her stretched pussy. Her juices soaked his dark and wiry pubes as he drove her nuts. Lucy's mouth gaped in a silent scream as he churned and rotated his hips as he fed her his length. His skin was so dark compared to hers as he smothered her curvy body and surged forward.

"Making me...making me...cummmm!"

The smoking hot model thrust up into his superb pumping body and her pussy made rippling spasms that saw a moist sheen bloom on her entire body.

"Me now, me, me, me!"

Rhian tapped the African on the shoulder and he turned to the brown-eyed blonde and looked at her amazing natural breasts with heavy-lidded eyes. Next thing she knew was being hoisted into the air as of she weighed nothing and twisted around so that she faced away from him with her backside in his groin. Rhian stretched her arms back and held on to him for fear of falling, and hooked her feet back onto his taut buttocks. His big black cock felt like a bar of steel against her cheeks as he eased her into position.

"You ready?"

"Uh, huh!"

His swollen crown prodded her pussy opening and parted her damp folds without any resistance.

"Please!"

He held her up in his strong grip and jiggled her pale frame on his bell end.

"Please!" Begged the top heavy blonde, desperate to be impaled.

With an almost savage thrust, he drew her back onto half of his shining log, just for a moment, and slid out again.

"Please! You bastard! Please?"

A sublime tremor ran through Rhian as she was again pulled back onto his rock-hard erection. The feeling of weightlessness was indescribable as Rhian was fucked in a flying angel position. Her massive tits swung wildly as she slid up and down on the man's rigid dick. She screamed as she was pumped with astonishing speed over and over. The intense exertion of being manhandled in this way wracked her body with a pleasure she had not known.

"Oh, shit!"

Rhian came and her face flushed as she hung limp in his grip. He slowed up and then stopped with his throbbing organ still stuffed inside her pussy.

"I nearly came that time," he said with a sardonic grin as he lifted her up and off of his twitching erection.

x

Scarlett was hunched over a brother who was beneath her and thrusting up into her asshole. His thick cock had opened up her tightly closed anus and then slipped up inside her rear hole with surprising ease. Her head was tilted up so that another fed her his turgid cock. His balls tapped her chin as he slid in and out. Copious amounts of saliva dribbled out of her mouth and down her deep cleavage. Still another rampant Satanic follower shoved his hard dick into her cunt so that she was now effectively airtight. One cock for each of her holes. Mouth, pussy, and asshole. And Scarlett loved it.

"What a slut!"

The combined friction in her cunt and ass was almost too much. Mini orgasms pulsed through her pussy walls as they moved simultaneously. Three pairs of hands groped her heavy tits while they continued to fuck her senseless, and her nipples stuck straight out like two bullets. The man in her pussy thrust up into her soaked cunt and his stomach slapped against hers with a resounding smack. The one in her back passage gripped her hard as he throbbed inside and came with a shrill exhalation of air. He remained buried inside her until he was spent, and as he pulled out his cum trickled out in a hot line down her ass cleavage. Pussy man erupted inside her and he too continued to keep fucking her until his balls had emptied.

"Oh, he left."

The cock in her mouth had vanished, only to re-emerge between the titanic pillows of Adele's bosom. He was joined by another lucky guy who pushed his dick up beside the other for a unique double tit job. As one moved up, so the other slid down in an obscene toing and froing in her deep homemade furrow. Adele deftly moved her pouting lips from left to right and back again to kiss their constantly darting cock heads. The sound of heavy slapping of her voluptuous boobs on their rigid poles echoed in the candle-lit cellar.

"Yes!"

Several streams of white cum flew out and hit Adele in her slick cleavage and on her nipples. Even before the first had stopped ejaculating she was rubbing the sticky stuff into the ample flesh of her huge tits slowly and sensually. The other sighed as he too exploded and bathed the long-haired blonde's jumbo-sized tits in a river of white cum.

x

Three hours had passed and Emma found herself in front of the biggest and most endowed black man she had ever seen in the buff. Before she could gather her wits she was made to tumble back onto the Moroccan woven rug onto her butt. The rabid African settled on top of the diminutive actress and his full lips were on her left breast in a shot.

"Oh...my!"

He seemed to literally suck her stiff nipple out of her tit and into his mouth where his tongue swirled around it with sloppy and warm suction, His midnight hued skin felt hot on her naked frame, and she hooked her slim legs around his taut calves as she hugged him to her. His long shaft pulsated in her belly and Emma jerked her hips, coaxing him to enter her. The orgy had been an eye opener for the usually demure female, and she had transformed into a cock crazed witch.

"Fuck me." She asked in hushed tones, still not believing she actually spoke the words to her first black lover.

His hands moved under her and he lifted her to the desired angle for penetration. The weight of him and position of her beneath him saw his cock meet her wet slit perfectly. He arched into her and he speared her pussy with a push and a snarl.

"Too...too much!"

Emma could scarcely breathe as he settled on his elbows with his dick fully embedded in her tight cunt. He slid back and his thick black knob bobbed and swerved above her gaping muff.

"Alright, again." Said she as she braced herself.

Emma looked into his large eyes with an almost decadent gleam as he flexed his legs and slid into her halfway. He kissed both of her tits and she inhaled his musky scent. A smell of primal and unprincipled sex. His entire body was straining with the exertion of his breathtaking and fluid strokes Emma had her pins bent in half at the knees and raised up so that her feet bumped her ears.

"Hu, hu, hu, hu, hu!"

She let out tiny noises on each thrust up into her as her swollen pussy was plundered with a merciless authority. Emma raked his broad back from shoulders to his hips as he held her under him. Unable to move an inch, Emma was totally possessed, fucked with fast and powerful thrusts that dragged her inner folds out along the stiff shaft of his ebony cock.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

After five minutes of this the petite beauty had cum twice, and her juiced up muff, along with her well earned sweat, leaked down the upturned crack of her pert bottom. Africa pulled out his swollen black rod and erupted in Emma's pretty face, leaving a cascade of sperm on her from forehead to neck.

"He's still fucking hard!" Thought Emma as he took his leave.

Around her the orgy continued and Emma wondered how much time had passed.

x

"No, no, no. For the last time no. You shall not hold me to ransom a minute longer."

The naked and flabby Sister Sek stopped riding Lord Buckley's dick and reluctantly climbed off.

"You will regret this, Buckley."

She stood up and looked at the watching Mephisto and made a slashing motion at her throat.

"Enough, my brothers of darkness. The dawn approaches with a fierce haste. We have been spurned by brother Ram on this most hallow of all occasions, thus must we prepare for the sacrifice."

The orgy, which had been gradually petering out ground to a halt, and Emma and Scarlett huddled together, their exhausted bodies glistening in the light of the candles.

"Holmes? Sacrifice?"

"Yes. It seems our little group of Satanic perverts mean business."

"And the brotherhood find this normal?"

"In order to maintain our sexual vitality, and to admonish our latest failed inductee, we must sacrifice one of the female sinners in our midst."

An eerie chant began to rise from a low rumble to a full and loud hollering as Emma looked anxiously at Scarlett.

"Holmes!"

"Inspector, now is the time for back up."

"Agreed." Said Adele as she pressed on her right ear and spoke into her two way radio earpiece.

As Mephisto brandished a six inch knife with a serrated edge, Emma struggled in vain. Adele and Scarlett began to lay into the naked throng of crazed men, kicking them in the balls and throwing punches the full impact.

"Stay where you are! This is the police!"

Six armed officers of the law burst into the chamber and the entire chapter of devil worshippers surrendered without fuss.

"Holmes! It was horrible! I could see the knife and everything."

Scarlett hugged the trembling Emma and calmed her.

"Everything is fine now. We can go home."

As the women threw on their cloaks again, Adele addressed the arresting officers.

"Sergeant. Where is the one known as the High Priest?"

"Looks like he took advantage of the panic and got away."

"The bastard!"

As everyone took the stairs up from the ancient cellar a distant but distinct cackling was fancied to be heard by Scarlett and Emma as the thunder also receded into the distance.

more to come...