Myles Miles - Tough To Tame

He knocked softly on the hotel room door and, after a moment, Claire opened the door a crack, then, looking numbly astonished, she let Leila and Grant in.

Before his wife could say anything, Grant ordered her to lie down on the bed. "I want you to do exactly as I say," he glowered at his young wife.

Claire had been sleeping and she was still accustoming her eyes to the flare of the overhead light. She looked at the young Arab girl and said innocently, "I'm glad you brought him back here. I was scared to death he'd get into trouble."

Leila, not looking at the young blonde woman, walked past the bed and stood by the window. Grant filled three glasses with Scotch and soda, and handed one tumbler to his wife. "Drink this," he said. "You'll need it."

"Grant…" Claire's voice was still slurred with sleep. "What's going on?" As she gulped her drink anxiously, she glanced at the brunette's profile silhouetted by the city lights flickering in the city behind her.

"You wait and find out," he said in a louder, harsher tone.

"But… I don't understand."

Suddenly Leila turned back toward the room and wrapped an arm around Grant's waist. "Oh, you will, you will. Your husband here has wild tastes."

Grant drew away from the brash Arab girl and scowled down into Claire's face, where she sat on the edge of the bed. "You will do exactly what I say. For now, you'll just lie there and let Leila do what she wants to you."

Leila looked at Claire's eyes, then frowned doubtfully at Grant.

"Look, are you sure this is going to be OK? I mean, I don't want to get into anything that's going to cause a scandal. I mean, my father's a powerful man and he would literally kill me if I got messed up in anything scandalous."

Grant looked annoyed. "I told you it'll be fine. This is a new thing for her, so she's a little upset and scared. Go on, you can be first."

Leila grinned down at Claire, who looked back up with big uncomprehending eyes. Did Grant expect her to go down on a girl like this? That… that was lesbianism. "No!" she cried. "I won't do such a vile thing!"

Grant walked back to the edge of the mattress. "You will do exactly what I say!" he commanded. "I'm quite capable of divorcing you right now, and you'll be left with nothing, not even friends. So you just behave and lie still and do what you are told. No one is going to hurt you." And he bent down to push his wife out full length on the bed. Too astonished to do anything else, Claire lay where he placed her.

Grant straightened, spun on his heel, and sat down in a chair which he moved into a good viewing position. He nodded to Leila, who shrugged and pulled her dress over her head, revealing her sensuously ballooning titties.

Claire watched the strange Arab girl with her eyes still wide and unfocused from sheer shock. There seemed to be two of her. Who was this girl who was undoing her clothes and exposing her young body to both of them?

Leila twitched her hips as she began slowly rolling her blue bikini panties down over her taut belly until her "vee" shaped triangle of ebony pussy curls was visible to Claire's incredulous gaze. Finally she pulled the skimpy panties down her legs and tossed them on the floor, exposing her completely naked young body to the married couple.

"Grant!" Claire blurted out in shock and protest.

This was a new depraved side of her husband she'd never experienced before, and sloe wanted out of the room right now! She bolted her drink for courage and rose from the bed, but a sharp slap of Grant's hand across her face sent her flying back onto the mattress. Then Grant was pouring his sobbing wife another drink and handing her the glass, and she drank greedily to calm her nerves. She polished off another glass, this time filled mostly with straight Scotch. If only she hadn't dressed in her nightgown again – as it was, she was in no condition to leave the room, even if she could have got past her husband.

"Why?" Claire asked.

"Because it makes me happy. Besides, last night was your turn to have fun and tonight I'm running the show."

Claire couldn't understand all he said, for her attention was constantly shifting between her husband and the young Leila. Now she looked up to see her in the process of kneeling on the bed up between her open thighs. She tried to close her legs, but she couldn't because Leila's shoulders were in the way. In the struggle, Claire's nightie had inched up over her smooth, white belly and her naked pussy was an inverted wispy blonde triangle below the hem. Her hands flew down to cover her helplessly exposed cunt and Leila gave a low chuckle, saying over her shoulder to Grant, "Grant, you didn't tell me she was going to be so uptight."

He smiled. "We had a little falling-out last night. Claire hasn't realized how much of a slut she really is… but I know with your help, Leila, she'll cooperate."

He got up and poured Claire another drink which she downed quickly. Then pulling his intoxicated young wife's nightgown off her shoulders with a single jerk, he sat down in his chair again.

Feeling humiliated and defenseless, Claire closed her eyes and tried to keep from making any sound. She sensed something brutal and animal like in her husband and didn't want to anger him any more than was absolutely necessary. She could feel Leila's soft caressing hands running over her nakedly quivering thighs, touching them in a slow sensuous way, lingering over the tingling insides of her parted legs, then gently trailing up to where the older woman's hands were cupped protectively over her naked pussy.

She heard Leila say in a girlish voice, "It won't do any good, baby. Remember, I'm a girl too, and I know what turns us on"

Gently, she tried to pry Claire's fingers loose with Claire clutching all the harder, pressing her own fingers into the wet, fender flesh of her cringing cunt, inadvertently separating her blonde-fringed pussy lips, one from the other.

Claire's whole body leaped as she felt Leila's expert tongue licking softly along the insides of her trembling thighs, and she tightened her hands over her whole trembling cunt with a sudden, helplessly excited moan. She. realized that the girl, who was not even out of her teens, was adept as a courtesan in making other women happy, and she thought of the harem girls she'd read about who satisfied each other with their tongues when they were not chosen to be fucked by their master.

The naked wife could feel her clit swelling like a tiny nub of fire despite her attempts to hold back the blaze.

"Ooooooohhhhh, my God!" she moaned.

Leila's tongue licking, licking on and on, licking now over her hands, trying to force its wet way up between her covering fingers, caused shivers of lust to course up and down her spine. God, she didn't want to get turned on, but so lewd and obscene were the Arab girl's ministrations at her straining thighs that little shocks of pleasure – like electric static – crackled through her entire willfully responding body.

Wildly, she looked over at her husband, who leered with shameless delight, his cigarette forgotten in his ashtray as he watched the younger girl licking up and down between his blonde wife's lewdly parting thighs.

Claire could almost feel Leila's eyes boring into the pinkly glistening slit of her cunt peeping erotically from between her protecting fingers. Then she felt her hot cheek resting on the sensitive flesh of her twisting thigh, close enough for her nose and lips to be tickled by the sparse silken pussy hairs curling up between her fingers.

The more the other woman's tongue probed, the harder Claire resisted, realizing with a frustrated moan that the harder she persisted, the more she was exciting herself. Leila's tongue began darting around, searching for an opening, a weakness, as Claire – in order to prevent her – kept moving her fingers, inadvertently massaging her own pulsating cunt mound. The desperate defensive movements only served to intensify her wanton arousal, and she realized she couldn't go on struggling against the salacious pleasure much longer.