Anonymous - The Oyster Volume VI

'Well, now, I thought to myself, if any of the performers in this poses plastiques were as pretty as the girl who had given me the leaflet, they would be worth a visit. When I looked at my watch I saw that it was ten minutes to four which was more than enough time for me to catch the next show. Still, I hesitated, but then as if-how do you say in English-to egg me on, the sun began to move behind a cloud so I decided to heave myself out of my deckchair and saunter across to Albermarle Street.

'I rang the bell and a stout fair-haired man opened the door and ushered me into a small room off the hallway. He demanded a sovereign but accepted fifteen shillings when I showed him the leaflet which he took from me.

'“Very good, sir,” he said greasily. “Stay here, please, and someone will be with you in just a moment.”

'Sure enough, a minute or two later the door was thrown open and who should be standing there but the very same girl who had given me the leaflet in Green Park! However, she had now divested herself of her coat and was wearing only a tightly fitting white tennis shirt and a short sports skirt which barely reached down to her shapely calves.

'She flashed me a bright smile and said: “Hallo there, didn't I see you in the park just now? What's your name? My name is Sheena and I am you own personal pose plastique performer.”

'“Yes, you gave me a leaflet,” I stammered. “My name is Arthur (I find it easier to give this English equivalent rather than have to start explaining how to pronounce or spell Antonio). But I have never heard of a personal pose plastique performance before-what does it mean?”

'“Why, it can mean just about anything you want,” she cooed as she stepped forward and provocatively thrust her large rounded breasts almost into my face. Instinctively I nuzzled my face into her cleavage but Sheena skipped back a pace and giggled: “Not so fast, Arthur, not so fast What performance you get depends on what you pay-so far all you've bought is a ticket for the basic ten-minute show in which I pose in scanty costumes as Diana the huntress, Boadicea the Warrior Queen and so on. However, if you want to see my breasts, you'll have to pay another pound for a special performance.”

'I was about to say that I wouldn't part with a sovereign just to see her titties when the luscious girl nudged me in the ribs and whispered: “But if you can afford it, I recommend that you splash out another four pounds for the extra-special show. You won't regret it Arthur, I promise you.”

'And as if to prove her point, Sheena moved close to me again and lightly rubbed her hand against the outline of my thickening cock as she went on: “For instance, wouldn't you love me to suck your big stiff cock?”

'Well, of course I gave her another four pounds for the extra-special show. As she slipped the money into a pocket in her skirt, the little hussey smiled sweetly and moved her mouth to my ear, gently biting on the lobe before she said: “Oh good, I'm really pleased because I really do fancy you and I'm going to enjoy the next hour as much as you.”

'“Then she beckoned me to follow her upstairs into a well-appointed bedroom where she began to undress until she was stark naked. My rock-hard cock was now making a huge bulge in my lap as I sat on the bed and watched Sheena slide her hands over her beautiful big breasts and tweak her nut-brown nipples between her fingers. I licked my lips as I stared at the neatly trimmed bush of brown curls between her thighs. Seeing the direction of my gaze, Sheena said: “Do you like my pussey, Arthur? Why don't you ream it out with your tongue?”

'“With pleasure,” I croaked. And without further ado, I knelt down in front of her and immediately buried my face in the furry cuntal thatch whilst I grabbed Sheena's chubby bum cheeks and pulled her closer to me.

'“My word, you're a fast worker and no mistake,” she gasped as she clamped her hands on the back of my head and forced my face further inside her moist quim. I worked my tongue in between her pussey lips and soon found her clitty. Sheena let out a delighted squeal when I began chewing on the delicious fleshy morsel.

'“Wooooh!” she yelped as I licked out her dripping love funnel until, with a violent shudder, Sheena achieved her spend and drenched my face with a copious flood of cunt juice. When she had finished she patted me on the head and said in a husky voice: “Thank you, Arthur, that was absolutely divine. Now let me do something for you.”

'I rose to my feet as Sheena fell down to her knees and ripped open my flies, sending my trousers sliding down to my ankles as she slipped her hand inside my drawers to bring my swollen shaft out into view. In a trice her tousled chestnut hair was between my thighs as she kissed my knob and twirled her tongue along the ridge of the bulbous helmet. Her teeth scraped the dome as she drew me in between those luscious red lips, sucking hard as her smooth soft fingers clenched themselves around my throbbing tool.

'“Andrew, mi amigo, the lusty girl then gave me one of the best gobbles I have ever experienced. Her mouth was like a cave of fire that warmed yet did not bum whilst her wicked wet tongue circled my cock, savouring the tasty love juice which was already trickling out of my knob. It must have been clear to Sheena that I was almost ready to spend and she began to suck my prick even harder as she reached down and gently squeezed my balls. This had the desired effect and seconds later a low wordless growl escaped from my mouth as I shot a tremendous stream of foamy jism into her mouth, its powerful force sending the sticky cream to the back of her throat. Sheena smacked her lips as she swallowed my seed, fisting her hand up and down my pulsating pole until my shaft began to soften in her grasp. When she had licked up the last dribbles of cum, I helped her scramble to her feet and we laid down on the bed together whilst I played with her jouncy breasts and she toyed with my limp cock.'

Antonio gave a satisfied grunt as he gulped down his brandy. I scratched my head and said: 'Well, I don't see what's so terrible about that, even though four pounds, fifteen shillings is a great deal of money to pay to be sucked off-or did you recover in time to fuck this frisky wench?'

'Ah, if only this encounter had ended there, I would not have begrudged Sheena a penny,' sighed Antonio whilst he refilled his crystal goblet. 'Alas, the story now takes on a far less pleasant turn.

'As I said, we were resting on the bed when in flounced a nubile auburn-haired girl of no more than eighteen wearing only a diaphanous beige robe through which I could make out the contours of her breasts. “Hallo, you two,” she said perkily. “Can I get either of you a drink?”

'“Oh, I would adore a glass of champagne, wouldn't you, Arthur?” said Sheena. I nodded my head lazily, as she continued to stroke my cock. The girl came back less than a minute later with a tray on which stood a bottle of champagne and three glasses. She set down the tray on the bedside table and unknotted the cloth belt of her robe which opened up to reveal her firm, succulent young breasts. She smoothed her hand along my thigh as she asked politely if she could join the party.

'“Please do,” I replied. Whilst I watched the girl pop open the bottle, (which, incidentally, turned out not to be champagne but a cheap though drinkable sparking Moselle), Sheena said: “Arthur dear, you must give Patsy ten shillings for the bubbly.”

'I reached for my wallet and thought I detected a gleam in their eyes when I extracted a Treasury note from a tight wad of its fellows. Anyway, I forget exactly how it came about, but after we had drunk a glass or two of wine, the girls suggested that, like most men, I would be unable to tell the difference between their pussies with my eyes closed.