Chapter 20

“Ah my darling how do you feel?” asked Angela.

“I am exhausted,” said Pembroke “is Dilan leaving?”

“Yes, she is tired and a little sore, I am afraid that cock of yours was a bit too big for her delicate bottom” she stared at Pembroke’s crotch.

“Well” said Pembroke, he was about to interject about how his own ass had been violated and was still quite sore, but Angela’s stern demeanour brought him to silence.

“Are we finished?” asked Pembroke, a little timidly and hopefully.

“Almost” smiled Angela. I like to satisfy my clients, and I think I can make you cum again, and I haven’t cum for, like half an hour!” she laughed.

Pembroke laughed weakly. He was in awe of this woman and her Amazonian body but also shattered and a little intimidated.

Angela adopted her sweet look again. “Do you want some more coke? Maybe another drink?”

“Errr ... OK maybe one more line, and shot of rum.”

Angela brought out more cocaine and rum. She downed a shot then dabbed some cock on her labia and lay back. “Sniff this” she laughed. Pembroke lent in between her legs, snorted the coke, and then began licking at her pussy again. His heart rate quickened and he regained his appetite. His hands ran all over her thighs and breasts and he thought he would dislocate his tongue it went so far inside her.

Angela sighed again. She snorted some coke herself and lent across him so they were at a sideways 69 and began sucking him. “Stick your finger in my ass” she almost shouted and then went back to furiously gobbling on his cock which was rock hard again. Cocaine, Viagra and beautiful female flesh were rocket fuel even for a man of Pembroke’s age and health.

Dilan had dressed back in her hotpants and vest, and sat in the car listening to the grasshoppers and watching the lights of the villa. She wondered whether she should go back down. What a night it had been! She wondered what was going on. Angela had been like an animal with this man, part lust part anger. And with Dilan? She had believed Angela/Maria to be straight and thought any sex tonight would be tender but chaste. Instead Angela had devoured her life a wolf, her tongue and fingers and found their way into every part of her body. Dilan checked the empty road, and dipped her fingers into her hotpants and began playing with herself remembering the hot sex...

Meanwhile back in the bedroom, Angela was far from finished. “Come on, why don’t you fuck a real woman in the ass” exclaimed Angela, and she popped up, spat on her fingers and ran them into her asshole as she splayed himself in front of Pembroke. She recalled adopting this same position in London 13 years ago. She looked back at Pembroke. His eyes had the same sight of the pair of buttocks, smooth hairless genitalia, wild curly hair, which in the dark light looked the same despite now being blonde. The same facial features looking back at him. “Fuck me” she almost screamed.

Pembroke grabbed a condom, and spat on her asshole. Her asshole winked at him and it was much easier to push in that Dilan’s younger sphincter. Angela pushed back until she felt his stomach and balls slapping against her. She felt it inside her guts. She had hardly had anal sex since that hotel room meeting. Why had she done it then? She thought she had a licence to be filthy. Now, she felt the same license. The same liberation.

Pembroke felt like an athletic competitor struggling to keep up. He suddenly felt a jab in his heart, and hoped he wouldn’t die during the sex. Suddenly, Angela pulled away from him turned around, and to his amazement, lowered her face towards his cock and swallowed it, condom and all, and pushed her face until she was choking. Pembroke was astonished, the cock that was just in her ass, and with the condom still covering it! This woman wanted to be filthy!

She whipped the condom off, threw it across the room, and pushed him flat on his back on the bed. “Why don’t I tie you up ... I want to cum on you...”

Pembroke really did not want this. He was thrilled but weary of this woman. But he was still the meek mild man of yesteryear. “Look, you have our agency details, you know we are not going to rob you!” she smiled at him.

Pembroke nodded... “OK...” and Angela disappeared and came back with some silk scarves. They were not obvious bondage equipment but worked very well.

She tied Pembroke’s hands to the bed posts. Then his ankles to the other bedposts. “Don’t move darling I will be right back” she smiled.

She went back to the pool padding softly across the ground nakedly and looked up at the car. She went to her bag, found her phone and texted Dilan. “Ten more minutes darling. Almost done.”

She walked back slowly to the prone figure of Pembroke. She sat on his chest, moving her breasts over his face, kissed him and looked into his eyes.

There was a silence while Pembroke began to wonder what was going on. Slowly but surely, the face of Angela Candelema was coming into focus. “Wait ... do I know you?” asked Pembroke.

“No darling of course not, this is just a date. But I have a favour I want to ask. Dilan modelled some panties for you last week, some gorgeous red panties and a bra. Can I try them on?”

Pembroke’s blood suddenly ran cold. Angela’s smile was not like his mothers, it was not like Dilan’s it was Angela Candelema.

“Do I know you?” asked Pembroke again, this time, in English.

“I’m sorry I don’t speak English” responded Angela. “Please let me try these red panties on and I will drain your balls one last time OK?”

Pembroke grew silent. If this was Angela, he could not show her the red underwear, it would seal his fate. As he looked at her face, he grew more and more convinced this was the Angela Candelema, the body was thicker, the eyes were a different colour but the hair felt the same, the breasts did and the teeth and dimples were the same.

Angela remembered what Dilan had told her, and wandered around his bedroom. She checked under the bed and saw some boxes. She went through them and found several pairs of used knickers. “You like collecting underwear don’t you?” she asked him.

Finally, she came across a pair of red knickers and bra in a plastic lunchbox. As she opened it, the smell overpowered her. Urine and juices from Dilan had been soaking in the knickers for two weeks, on top of years of not being washed since Angela had worn them.

Angela looked at the tag. “Selfridges” It was her underwear.

She took the clothes into the living room. The smell made her gag; she put panties and bra on, and walked to the pool and dived in. She swam a few lengths and climbed out.

Pembroke watched her approach, soaking now, the red knickers and bra glistening. The smell remained but was not so strong. Angela grabbed a towel and dried herself somewhat but kept the lingerie on.

“Edward Pembroke” she spoke suddenly, and for the first time, began speaking in flawless English, the same accent he remembered from the hotel room in London 13 years ago. “Tonight I finally learned your name. Until tonight I had no idea who you were. For years I remembered your face and of course I have seen your body, I had to, for hundreds of hours while watching videos of m self online trying to get them removed.”

“And here you are. You know if you had not made Dilan wear these, I would never have found you. I saw the pictures of her in this underwear and I compared it to the pictures of me that you took with that secret camera.” Angela tugged at her panties. “They had the same design. You even paid Dilan one hundred and sixty Euros to model them. You paid me one hundred and sixty pounds to keep them for yourself, remember? You must remember Angela Candelema after you smeared me all over the internet.”

Pembroke stayed silent. His world felt like it was collapsing. He had never imagined this would happen, that he would be caught. He tentatively pulled at the scarves but they did not give at all.

“Who owned this underwear?” she held up several pairs of panties of different colours, sniffed them and threw them to one side. “All worn. Maybe some prostitute? Maybe some girl you filmed?”

Pembroke remained quiet. Should he scream for help?