Chapter 19

“Now I want you to call me mami when we get here OK? It is all part of the role play.”

“Yes mami” said Dilan. Then they both laughed, their hair flowing back in the cool summer air, Angela’s summer dress starting to rise up above her knee, as they drove faster and faster.

Eventually they arrived at the villa. Angela parked at the front gate and the two women strolled into his compound and saw “Michael” by the pool on a lounger. He was in nothing but a gown.

“Hello ladies” he said. He was a little drunk. The thought of two women intimidated him. The sight of Dilan made his heart leap. This older woman still looked young, about forty, bespectacled, blonde, and matronly, with a cute beauty spot and a buxom figure to compliment Dilan’s hard young body. He still could believe they were aunt and niece.

“Hello Michael” Angela spoke in Spanish. She smiled disarmingly. He showed no signs of recognising her. But she recognised him. He was bearded, with rougher, more wrinkled skin, and seemed a bit more confident. His white skin was now a deep brown. He was heavier set but the shifty eyes were the same. He had the same gait, the same awkward slimy walk. Suddenly Angela wanted to throw up.

“Can I take some pictures of you two lovely ladies?” he asked

Angela interjected. In a professional tone she explained. “Please, no, we have very clear rules about photography of our girls and filming. You know it is a criminal offence to record without consent. I understand Dilan has consented before, but I do not. So please put your phone and your camera away for now. Anyway you do not need it to have a good time, just live in the moment.”

Pembroke smiled. “Of course! Youngsters these days, they film everything! They don’t live it like we used to eh.” Angela grimaced at this.

“Mami, I think I need to swim” Dilan suddenly disrobed down to nothing but a tiny micro purple cotton thong and strolled towards the pool. “Oh ... Oh wait please Dilan...” ‘Michael’ went down on his knees and pressed his face against her stomach. Dilan rolled her head back and laughed. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her, his hands firmly gripping and kneading her buttocks, and he tongued her bejewelled belly button. Dilan laughed “it tickles” and smiled over at Angela. Michael lowered his head and loudly inhaled as he pressed his face up against her crotch, breathing through the purple fabric.

Angela was used to such scenes but still had to calm herself. She was finally looking at the body of the man who had ruined her. She saw him disrobe, he was naked and hairless. It was the same narrow buttocks, the same wide ankles. She forced herself to look at Dilan, who looked orgasmic already.

“OHH ... you taste delicious” he patted her bottom “Go on, have a swim” he was still on his knees and turned his gaze to Angela. “Well, can I sniff you too?”

Angela snapped herself awake, smiled ... and walked towards him. Pembroke looked like a starving hungry man, he did not look at her face, just her legs, and she felt his hands wander up her dress, and into the clefts of her buttocks and pussy. He pulled the dress over his head, and breathed hot breath into her panty clad crotch. Angela gasped and panted. This man was obviously a little more practiced than years ago. She felt his tongue lap up the side of her thighs, teasing its way into the folds of her pussy and eventually inside. Biting her lip, she looked at Dilan in the pool, naked now, her hair glistening down her back.

Pembroke had sniffed Angela’s panties for years and re watched her pussy on screen, but no memory was awakened when his tongue and nose dove into her sex. The smell was intoxicating though, as Dilan’s had been.

Angela enjoyed herself. She thought back to the London hotel room. She had let herself go, let herself be free as a wild sexual being, like an animal enjoying a cock in her pussy regardless of its unattractive owner underneath her. She had enjoyed the hands over her, of being an object, being used. Then she had paid for it for years afterwards. Now she felt that pleasure again, the hands moving over her.

“Why don’t you lie down, let me sit on your face” Angela commanded him. He meekly did as commanded and Angela took her dress off and slipped her panties off. Dilan stayed in the water, watching, as Angela planted her buttocks on the face of the man. Angela ground her crotch down, catching his tongue wildly darting about seeking an entrance into her. She felt the rough ridge of his nose rubbing inside her asshole and pussy as she rode it back and forth. She looked down at his body. She saw the cock, the cock she had seen, and others had seen, in her mouth, her ass and her pussy. It looked the same, completely bald of hair, it had not aged.

With some anger, she plunged herself forwards, her mouth open, and gripped his cock in her hand. She swallowed his cock and pushed her face down so her glasses steamed and rubbed against his balls. She tore off her glasses and put them to one side, then continued sucking aggressively on his cock, opening her legs as wide as possible so her pussy was still firmly on top of his face and rubbing it against him. She felt his tongue continue to wash over her lips as she felt his cockhead bulge against the back of her throat her nose and eyes pressed against the skin of the testicles.

Dilan was mesmerised. The two had only just met and her ‘maman’ was riding him like an animal. For Angela, this cock in her mouth was the cock, the cock that had dominated her life. She never thought she would see it again, and now she would make the most of it.

Pembroke was shocked. But the alcohol, the sensation of her mouth pumping his cock and having to try to breathe while dealing with her soaking pussy rubbing over his mouth, did not give him time to think too deeply. He stared at the asshole in front of his eyes, the asshole of a respectable looking woman most men would dream of but never see naked. He marvelled at the privilege, and brought his hand up and pushed his fingertip against the opening.

Angela moaned, she expected nothing less than a finger in the ass and brought her mouth out to slaver her tongue over his helmet along his gland. She smelled him enough to know he was clean, and shaven down his crack. She never did this normally, but brought her own finger down to his asshole and tried to squeeze it inside.

“Oh my” cried Pembroke. He was overcome. He tried to think where this was coming from, maybe he was being robbed? This woman was the most skilled prostitute he had ever met.

Angela pushed his leg to one side to open him up, and jabbed her finger inside him. She fished around to massage his prostrate, while running her tongue over his balls, and along the inside of his thighs. He had one hand on her breasts and the other gripping her ass, one finger inside her asshole, and was still desperately trying to lick her pussy as she ground it up and down his face.

Angela leant back and smiled at Dilan, still watching from the side of the pool, her elbows resting on the side, her body still in the water. She worked her hand on his cock furiously, and her tongue continued to lick around the helmet. Suddenly, she felt him moan loudly into her pussy and she pushed her ass downwards to muffle the noise. Pembroke struggled to breathe, his mouth was open but full of her pussy, while his cock ejaculated violently into her mouth. She sucked up the cum as he spasmed and went limp.

She plucked her finger from his asshole, sat up, and sat up straight with her bottom still firmly stuck on his face. His heavy breathing went straight inside her as a mixture of saliva and pussy juice dripped into his open mouth.

Angela stood up, and picked her glasses up and put them back on. They were now the only item of clothing that was on any of the three of them. “That was good, that is a starter!” She waded into the pool, washing her finger, then turned and faced Dilan.

Dilan looked out from the pool at the prone, breathless figure of Pembroke, his cock sleeping now and his face looking up at the stars. She turned and suddenly Angela was in her face in the water. The two kissed passionately in the water, running their hands all over each other.

Pembroke eventually turned over to his side and saw the two women making out in the pool. This could kill him, he thought. He stood up, and entered the pool. He came behind Angela and began licking her back to her neck. Angela took one last taste of Dilan’s mouth, then turned around, and faced the man. She still had her glasses on, and immediately threw her arms around him, closed her eyes, and planted her mouth on his. She drove her tongue into his mouth. He tasted of rum and cigar smoke, but it was nothing she not used to. She recalled the pity she had for him she first kissed him.

Suddenly it hit her that this man was not the weak pathetic specimen she had first encountered. This was the man who had controlled her life for thirteen years. The man who had held and practised the power of life and death over her. Millions of people had seen her naked thanks to this man. Her daughter, Yasmin, would one day see them too, a day she dreaded. She felt this man’s power here and it turned her on. Maybe he had earned the right to own her? Whatever...

Dilan was becoming confused ... was this man some kind of famous movie star her maman had secretly been besotted with? She was jealous of him, and kissed Angela’s neck and back hoping she would turn back and kiss her.

They eventually came out of the pool. “Let’s go inside” said Pembroke, as Angela bent over in front of him again, to pick up her glasses again. Was she really that short sighted?

The three went inside to a sofa, where Pembroke brought out some coke, rum, beer and marijuana. Dilan began to dance, as much for Angela as Pembroke. Angela grabbed Pembroke’s cock and started to stroke it again. Pembroke started at Dilan and again at Angela. Was there any recognition there? Angela did a line of coke, and decided to stop worrying so much. She had long since embraced the occasional use of drugs. She put the glasses on the table, got up, and danced next to Dilan. The two rubbed each others’ breasts, and began kissing passionately while Pembroke watched, doing more coke and downing shots of rum.

“Are you sure ... no filming?” Pembroke asked weakly. “No you silly man!” responded Angela as she smiled at him.”You watch with your eyes and then you fuck us” She turned to Dilan. “Lie down my darling...” Dilan lay down on her back, and Angela lay on top in a 69 position and the two began to eat each other. Angela had only had sex with five women before. Dilan was gorgeous, but it was the voyeuristic feeling, the feeling that the man was in control, the audience, that turned her on even more.

She thought of her family, her friends, her lovers her employers, all sitting at home watching her now, her tongue deep inside another girl’s pussy, her ass exposed and being played with and licked. The shamelessness of it excited her no end. Dilan loved the sense of control that Angela had over her, she felt picked. Angela, her favourite human, was eating her like she was the last food on earth. Dilan climaxed and almost simultaneously felt Angela’s body twitch and a change in taste of her pussy as she came into her mouth.

The two came apart. Angela sat up, her ass on her ankles, her hands resting on her thighs, her back straight and looked straight at Pembroke. Their eyes met. His eyes were hungry and glassy; dead, animal desire. She did not say anything; she just stared, daring him to remember her. Still nothing, just an empty silence between them.

“Let me suck that cock” as if sensing an awkward atmosphere, Dilan crawled to Pembroke, and took his now hard penis in her mouth.

“Aaaaa...” Pembroke sighed, as Dilan’s skilled tongue and lips manipulated his cock and balls. Dilan copied what she had seen Angela do and brought her finger under his thigh searching for his asshole.

Angela stayed where was and stared. Pembroke’s concentration was now on Dilan, playing with her hair, touching her face, marvelling at her smooth tight body. Angela became momentarily jealous, and stared at Dilan’s upturned ass as she was on all fours, in front of Pembroke’s splayed thighs as he slouched on the sofa. Angela crawled over, and placed her palms on each globe of Dilan’s buttocks, feeling the supple skin stretched like balloon skin. She lowered her face into the valley between her cheeks; and her mouth into her tight light pussy lips. She brought her face down to suckle on her clit and got a nice moan from Dilan, then moved her head up, so that her mouth was level with her pussy and asshole, and her eyes could travel over the crest of Dilan’s pert upturned buttocks along her back, over her head and into the eyes of Pembroke. Driving her tongue in and out of her holes, she kept her eyes locked on his.