Dust to Lust
written by:
AlanMac

Dust to Lust

Helen had been stranded in Berlin due to a volcanic ash cloud. Her business was in tatters and she had been let down by her fiancé and told by his parents to find her own way home.

But through a chance encounter Helen had met with a band who were travelling to Frankfurt. Helen and her new friend Lena had somehow ended up having sex for money with three Englishmen, and now she had to consider how to get home or what to do with herself.

10.00pm Friday 16 April, Club Eros, Near Hauptbahnhof, Frankfurt

It was a very different Helen who walked into the basement club that evening. With Lena to guide her, she had her hair styled and was now sporting a very short red dress that accentuated her curves and set off her dark curls, and a new pair of ‘fuck me' shoes. The Dieter's band were due to be the main act that evening and there was already the beginnings of a decent crowd gathering.

Helen met Erma in the crowded basement. They embraced and Erma commented, "Helen, that's a lovely dress." Erma hadn't seen Helen over the afternoon and she was curious what Helen had got up to. "Were you shopping with Lena?"

Helen decided honesty was the best course, "Well, it there was a bit more than shopping involved. We didn't plan it, but somehow Lena and I ended up with three men upstairs"

Erma raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Helen continued, "I mean, I thought we would just flirt, but then they offered so much money. Here I am stranded and broke and some guys offer hundreds of Euros for sex. Well it was not what I would call making love, but it was a great fuck."

Erma wasn't too shocked, but she was surprised that Helen not only had taken such a step so soon, but also seemed genuinely excited and pleased to tell her. "Would you do it again?"

Helen didn't need hesitate, "That was luck and looking back it was risky, but would I have sex for money or as a job, yes. That was good, and at least it was honest. I've been sleeping with a man I have come to despise because he was able to help me with my business and that was dragging me down. I want a fresh start and if having sex for money provides me with enough cash to make a new career, then that's good enough for me."

"Are you heading back to England, now that you have some funds?" Erma enquired. "I don't know," Helen was thoughtful, "I think that I need a break from what I've done before and going back to England might just drag me backwards. I suppose I'll have to go back to sort out the shop and the flat, but I think I'd like to try Berlin or here."

Lena came over to greet her friends with a bottle of wine and three glasses. "I see you've already led this one astray," Erma observed. Lena laughed as she poured the wine, "She didn't need any leading, she's a natural."

Helen blushed, "I don't know what came over me, but fuck it was good." Lena hooted and then kissed her, "You were great. By the way," she added, "Auntie Claudia wants a word with both of us."

Helen's eyes widened. Lena's aunt ran the upstairs brothel they had used, and strictly what they had done was illegal.

"Nah, don't worry. She's not cross, but she wants to talk to us, to you in particular. So finish off your wine and come with me."

Lena led Helen to the office where Claudia was waiting for them. "So," she began seriously, "You two decide you can do some freelancing in my premises? What were you thinking? If those guys had been inspectors we could have been closed down!"

Lena was surprised, Claudia hadn't seemed worried earlier, "But Claudia I thought... I mean.... they approached us, they offered money we just accepted..." Claudia told her, "I don't care, you check with me. Lena, go back down to your friends and don't ever pull a stunt like that without checking with me first!"

Lena got up and let and Helen went to follow her. Claudia motioned for her to stop, "Anyway Helen, I had a good look at the CCTV..."

Helen was shocked. She hadn't seen a camera in the room.

"Don't worry Dear," Claudia explained, "We have security cameras in all the rooms, but we don't keep the footage.... usually. It's bad for business. But I spotted you girls, so I watched in to make sure you were safe."

Helen started to blush. Fuck! She had been watched!

Claudia continued, "I have to say I was impressed with you both. Very good work, but Helen you're a natural.... Gave those boys quite a ride, didn't you?"

Helen was now blushing so badly she could feel her cheeks burning. "Are you thinking of doing more of this kind of work?" Helen wasn't sure where to turn or what to say, "I..... I don't know... It all happened so quickly I haven't had time to think about what I am going to do."

Claudia nodded and then quietly said, "You don't want to do this, you are too classy, too pretty for this level of work, but if you got the right contacts you could do very well in the right circles."

Helen felt the blushing subside as her curiosity was piqued.

"Well," Claudia went on, "I know of a man who helps to run a kind of club. It's very exclusive and very, very expensive. Members only join by invitation and they employ a small number of women and men to meet their clients' needs. It pays very well. Could I suggest that, if you are willing, I send him a copy of the video and see if he is interested? It's completely up to you, Dear."

Helen bit her lip as she thought. This was all happening very quickly.

"I should point out, I know this man pretty well and he is very discrete. The work also pays very well. I worked for the society for a few years and was able to buy this place outright as a result. He is due to be staying near here tomorrow."

Helen took a deep breath, "Ok. Send him the video and if he is interested I'll talk to him, but that's all."

Claudia kissed her on the cheeks, "A good choice, my Dear. Now go party with your friends."

As Helen left the office her phone buzzed. She checked the number it was Simon her fiancé.

"Babes, I was so worried about you, are you ok?"

"Yes Simon I'm ok," Helen answered, "I have met a few people who've been very good to me. I've got to Frankfurt. Have you got to the bank?"

"Ah..." Simon mumbled, "It's kinda difficult, you see I, uh .. I mean my mum...sorry Babes.. I was partying pretty hard last night and I asked my mum, but then you‘ve spoken to her....."

"So, Simon, what you are telling me is that I'm stranded in Germany because there is no balance left on the card and you went partying while your parents screwed up our business!" Helen could feel the frustrations she had felt with Simon bubble over. "You've shafted me! You Useless Bastard! You and your Fucking Parents!"

"Listen Babes, I know your mad, but Dad has got me this job in the City, I'll be able to keep both of us with my salary when we're married...."

Helen didn't let him finish, "Now listen to me Simon, there isn't going to be a wedding, not anymore not after this. I think I might just stay here. The business is bust because of your parents and because of your fucking useless attitude! Sell off the stock and send me my share, the business and this engagement is over, gone, finished! Clear enough?"

The phone clicked as Simon hung up. Helen wiped her tears away and went back down to the basement to meet her new friends and party the night away.

The Band started with a crashing cord and straight into a high tempo set that took a lot of the energy from the night before and cranked it up another notch. The crowd went wild and Rosina drove them into a frenzy like a rock goddess.

"Jesus! they're good tonight" Helen shouted to Erma who whooped and dragged her on to floor to dance where they were joined by Lena. As she, Lena and Erma danced wildly to the thumping beat of the band, a hand touched her on the shoulder, it was Claudia. She motioned for Helen to come with her back to her office.

"I've spoken with Philippe, he was very impressed and would like to meet you tomorrow if you are still interested."

Helen nodded, "I've thought about it and I am interested, but it will come down to what he is offering."

Claudia clapped, "Good Girl! He wants you, so you make sure he gives you a package that suits you. He'll send over a driver to the apartment at 11 tomorrow morning and would like you to join him for lunch." She handed Helen a form and a post-it with a phone number, "You will need to call to see Dr Strauss for a sexual heath check tonight, so ring him as soon as possible and Philippe needs some personal details filled in on this form."

Helen quickly filled in the form which seemed to be much like a standard job application and rang the Doctor who offered to meet her there and then. She handed the form back to Claudia who hugged her and then said, "Strauss is very good, he looks after all my girls, Philippe won't speak to you without a sexual health check, but afterwards I would suggest you get a good night's sleep."

"Don't want to be negotiating with no sleep and a hangover" Helen added wistfully. She went back to the basement and told Erma and Lena that she had run out of steam and after finally breaking up with Simon she wanted to get some much needed sleep. Helen took a cab over to Dr Strauss' surgery and two hours later was back at the apartment. She climbed into bed and was asleep in minutes.

8.00am Saturday 17 April, Near Hauptbahnhof, Frankfurt

Helen was surprised, and a little disappointed, the next morning to find that the band members and Erma and Lena hadn't woken her when they got in. As she gingerly stepped across the prone bodies of Caspar, Bernd and Rosina to get to the shower she noticed this time they were still dressed this time. "Must've partied too hard to bother with sex" she thought to herself.

Freshly showered, and dressed in a blue dress that matched her red one from the night before, Helen slipped out into the morning and went for a walk. She had borrowed Dieter's leather jacket to ward off the chill and her mood was surprisingly upbeat as she walked along the riverside. She looked upwards and thought that the sky looked different, for the first time she could remember it was free of contrails from aircraft. "Nothing flying today again" She murmured.

Helen walked for a couple of miles, silent with her thoughts, and eventually returned to the apartment with bags full of food and coffee and fruit juice. "Morning All" She called cheerfully, "Breakfast is ready" and then ducked as cushions were flung at her from all around the room as bleary eyed, hung over band members emerged from their sleep.

It was a good natured and happy group who laughed and joked over coffee and pastries. Helen realised that she had made some solid friends over the past couple of days and phone numbers and e-mails were exchanged as well as hugs and kisses. Bernd took her to one side and kissed her, "You were always out of my league, Helen, but hey it was a great night."

Helen smiled and gave him a long languid kiss and simply said, "Thank you Bernd, it was very special for me also."

11.30am Saturday 17 April, North of Frankfurt

Helen sat quietly in the back of the large black Mercedes as it swiftly took her out of the city, across open countryside and then deep into a large ancient forest. Gerd, the driver, had kept her entertained with a mix of good music and bad jokes, but she was nervous, after all here she was in a car heading away for the only friends she had in the country and going to meet a stranger about a job involving sex; not exactly an expected answer to "Where do you see yourself four years after graduation?"

Sooner than she expected the car pulled through the gates of a country estate. Gerd made a quick call on his phone and then drove past a huge 19th Century baroque Schloss and out to a pleasant cottage in its grounds. "This is used to be the estate manager's house," Gerd explained as he stopped, "but it is now often used as for discrete guest accommodation. Philippe has asked that you join him here for lunch."

Gerd showed Helen in where she was met it the kitchen by a tall fine featured man dressed in an expensive blue suit and a open necked cream shirt. He greeted her with a smile and a kiss on each cheek "Ah, Helen, thank you so much for coming, I am Philippe Sevigny. Please, have a seat. We can talk while I finish cooking lunch." His English was perfect with a slight hint of a French accent.

Helen noticed a wonderful smell of cooking chicken and a subtle aniseed scent, "Tarragon?" she enquired.

Philippe clapped "Excellent, I can tell we are going to get along. This is poulet sauté and there is just a touch of tarragon in the pan to add a little flavour; should be ready in twenty minutes or so. So tell me about yourself."

Helen began cautiously, starting with her university experience and then explaining about the shop before finishing with how she had come to be stranded. Philippe nodded and tutted over the story of the flights and cursed when he heard about her mother-in-law's dismissal of her problems. "That one is a real cow!!" he exclaimed, "But then she has brought you to me and for that I suppose I should be grateful to her. You are very beautiful."

Helen blushed slightly, "Thank you, that's very kind."

"Accuracy is not kindness," Philippe retorted, "I would describe you as I see you whatever your looks. I have found that in my business one cannot be gauche." "Yes, I understand," Helen replied. This was the invitation she had been waiting for to ask, "What exactly is your business Philippe. I mean Lena gave me some vague idea that it is some kind of gentlemen's club, but what exactly?"

"Just give me a moment to serve lunch and then I'll explain," Philippe responded. He brought over a large bowl of green salad and then two plates with the poulet sauté. A glass each of wine and water each followed and then he motioned for Helen to tuck in. "Now," he continued, "An answer for you, but first what do you think of my cooking?"

Helen laughed, he would be a very good poker player. She tasted a piece of chicken and her eyes widened with delight, "This is fabulous. I think it is the best chicken I have ever tasted!"

Philippe laughed, "Bon, ok. Now I will explain and you can relax and eat." He continued with a tone that spoke volumes of a man who was confident and at ease with himself, "This estate is one of five properties around Europe that is owned and run by a very old and secretive society which we call ‘The Club'. It was founded over one hundred years ago in Dublin and my family have been members of it for a very long time. It is very exclusive and owned by members who jealously guard their privacy, but want to be able to enjoy what you might style a libertine existence; company, food, wine and sex."

"The Club employs a small number of men and women as companions, for conversation, culture and sex. They are very well rewarded and looked after, and we only ask that they follow the rules of the club, complete discretion, an open mind and sexual partners strictly limited to members or employees of the club. And trust me you won't find much risk of a lack of sexual fulfilment." Helen nodded she understood while trying to eat the chicken and salad as delicately as she could manage.

"I've reviewed your form and we've carried out a few background checks," Philippe continued, "And there is nothing that would concern me or the Club members. In fact, I was quite taken with your business idea. I suspect that your imagination and business instincts could be useful for us. So... this will come down to whether you are happy to join us and then whether you pass the final part of the interview process. Have you any questions?"

Helen pursed her lips, "Firstly what guarantees do I have regarding personal safety?"

Philippe held up a hand, "Apologies I should have said, we are as tight if not tighter on the rules with members. No one may hurt or do anything with another member or employee against their consent. To do so will bring the full wrath of the Club upon them. Let me be very clear, we can destroy a life's work in a matter of hours, and, although it is very rare, we have done so once in the last two years. The man was bankrupt in a day and committed suicide shortly afterwards. Your safety will be a personal concern of me and of all members."

Helen was surprised at the force of Philippe's answer and did feel some reassurance. She continued, "What are the pay and conditions like?"

"Oh trust me you won't have reason to complain," Philippe responded, "It would be a five year contract, pay would start at 150,000 Euros per annum, accommodation and health care will be provided as will gym membership and you will have access to the club's car fleet. Needless to say that is non-negotiable."

Helen nearly choked, "That sounds very generous....and what is the ‘final part of the interview process'?"

Philippe took a slow sip of wine, "Helen, My Dear, you are not naive, this job will involve a lot of sex. I can see you are beautiful, but right now I don't know whether you lie like a corpse in bed. I obviously cannot confirm a post with us without finding out how you respond."

"I suppose," Helen replied wistfully, "That this might be one job where the old casting couch can be justified."

Philippe smiled, "Nicely put. Now enjoy lunch and perhaps we should have a walk in the grounds afterwards, to let lunch settle. After all it is never much fun bouncing around on a full stomach!"

After lunch Philippe walked Helen around the grounds of the Schloss, explaining about its history and how some sixty years earlier club members had bought the near ruin and slowly developed it into an impressive private resort with indoor pool and extensive gardens. "It is very beautiful, but it most cost a lot to run." Helen observed.

Philippe shrugged, "Many of our members are extremely wealthy and to be honest over the years they have taken a real pleasure in developing this old pile to what you see now. The money wasn't an issue, rather getting the right decoration, furniture and staff has been much more of a challenge."

Helen understood, but also realised that this club's membership was obviously going to be operating in an environment well beyond what she had previously encountered.

As they walked back to the lodge she asked, "So what exactly is your role Philippe?" "I am both a member and also a managing partner of the Club." Philippe explained, "I look after the French, German and British arms of the club and spend a lot of time making sure that the properties are properly run and that when special events are planned that everything is in place for members. In fact, the main reason I am here, before I knew I was meeting you, is to organise tonight's soirée."

He showed Helen back into the lodge and led her upstairs to a large well furnished bedroom. Helen looked around the room, it was beautifully furnished, if slightly quaint; a world away from the basic rooms of Club Eros. She felt some butterflies in her stomach. It was a strange mix of some nervousness and an underlying sense of anticipation and lust.

"So," Helen began, "I suppose I had better prepare for the final stage on the interview."

Philippe did not answer, but sat down comfortably in a baroque armchair and took and long slow appraising look at Helen. "You are very beautiful, may I see you undress?"

Helen took a breath and then turned her back on Philippe. For a moment he thought she had changed her mind, but instead she unclasped the hook at the back of the dress and unzipped it. A flick of each hand took it from her shoulders and it dropped to the floor. Philippe looked on approvingly at her figure. He loved the curve of a woman's hips and Helen, although slim, had hips and a pert bum that was nicely shown off by her black lace knickers.

Helen had deliberately dressed to impress and also to allow her to take a little time. She turned back to face Philippe, "Should I take my stockings off?"

He shook his head and she smiled, she always felt that stockings and suspenders framed her sex and made her feel more wanton. Simon had never liked the look and invariably made her take them off. Helen reached around and unclasped her bra and heard Philippe sigh as her breasts were freed. She was justly proud of them. Full, but firm, they were topped with pale pink nipples. "You like them?" she asked. "My Dear, they are exquisite." He replied, "You are stunning."

Helen once more turned away from him and this time she bent over and ever so slowly pulled her panties down revealing her sex to the view of this elegant Frenchman. The she stood up and turned to face him clasping her hands high above her head and arching her back to display her near naked body to him. Philippe looked like at Helen with lust filled eyes, "God I love my job!" he exclaimed. Both of them laughed, then Helen asked, "Now, do I get to see my future boss naked?"

Philippe pursed his lips, "In a moment, but first, some of our members are not as spritely as they once were, but enjoy the presence of a woman in the throes of climax. I would like to see you cum and then we'll see what develops."

Helen said nothing, but settled down on to a sheepskin rug on the floor at Philippe's feet. She licked the fingers of her right hand, while her left played across her breasts. She was desperately horny and her nipples were hard puckered nubs screaming for attention. Then she trailed her damp fingers down across her belly and through her trimmed pubic curls to the lips of her sex.

Philippe sat forward eyes intent on her body. He was dying to simply strip and ravage this woman, but he knew from experience that it was worth taking time. After all a lot of money was at stake and he had to try to be as dispassionate as possible. Helen moaned as she traced a finger through the folds of her pussy, "Fuck, I am so wet!" she thought to herself and then she began to move her fingers in ever decreasing circles around her clitoris. She was desperate to cum and, all too quickly, her breaths shortened and a flush spread across her pale skin. Helen's eyes closed tight and her jaws clenched as waves of pleasure spread from her womb through her body. She didn't even notice as Philippe silently stood up and undressed.

Helen was moaning now. Her hips were bucking upwards and her knees shaking as the impending climax built and then suddenly it was on her, catching her by surprise as wave after wave of sensation burst deep inside her. When she stopped cumming she opened her eyes to see that Philippe was now standing beside her naked and sporting a long hard erect cock in his hand.

Helen climbed to her knees and took his cock in her hands. She felt Philippe stiffen further in anticipation. She knew he was dying to feel her lips enclose his crown, but anticipation is one of life's best aphrodisiacs so instead she let her fingers gently explore his manhood. She licked the pad of her little finger and then teased it around the sensitive base of Philippe's glans and smiled as he jerked at the sensation. She trailed the back of her middle fingernail down the front of his shaft and down his sack teasing it around his balls before stroking it along his perineum. "Is that nice?" Helen enquired softly.

"Oh, that's very good" Philippe confirmed.

Helen teased a pearl of pre-cum from the tip of his quivering cock, "Would you like me to suck this beautiful cock of yours?"

Philippe looked down at this gorgeous woman before him, "Helen, I am at your command. I want to see you enjoy yourself and give pleasure to me. You do what you want, I am confident I won't be disappointed."

Helen smiled and leant forward and kissed Philippe's cock head. It jerked in anticipation. So she repeated the kiss again and again, slowly exploring the glans, first with lips and then with tiny flicks of her tongue. He sighed with pleasure in response and, in reward, Helen took him deep into her mouth.

She had initially thought a little oral foreplay would quickly move to full-blown fucking, but instinct told her that Philippe would want to experience as much of her skill as she could muster, so instead she resolved to bring him to climax with mouth and hands first. After all, what man doesn't want a skilful blowjob?

So Helen set to her task with gusto. She alternated between shallow fast movements and taking Philippe as deep into her throat as she could manage. All the time teasing her fingers on his balls and down towards his ass. She could feel Philippe tense as an orgasm built, and changed tack slightly she began to suck down on him and, very slowly and firmly, pump his shaft.

Philippe murmured, "Fuck that's good Helen. Where have you been all my life?" Helen would have smiled, but she was concentrating on bringing him to climax. She felt him tense and she sucked down as he gasped and bucked before filling her mouth with semen.

Helen took her time and having swallowed the mouthful she licked his cock clean. Philippe laughed and lifted Helen to her feet and kissed her. "Thank you Helen, that was spectacularly good."

Helen smiled at the complement and taking Philippe by the hand led him to the bed. "You must be a little tired, how about I give you a massage?"

"That does sound good" Philippe agreed and he climbed on to the bed.

Helen stepped into the on-suite and a quick rummage uncovered both oils and a cocoa body lotion. Today, because she knew where this was going, she picked the lotion.

Philippe was lying face down on the bed waiting. He was already happy that Helen had the physical attributes to make her a success. What he was discovering to his delight was that she had not only a love of sex, but also an impish sense of what made good sex into something even better. That combination of skill, humour and a wish to give as well as receive pleasure was very attractive. He smiled as Helen almost bounced on to the bed.

"So," She stated with mock seriousness, "The patient requires some attention." She poured a little lotion on to a hand and rubbed her hands to warm it before starting a firm massage of Philippe's neck and shoulders. She had been joking about him being tired, but she realised that actually some of his muscles seemed knotted and tense. Perhaps this job had its stresses after all. Her skilled fingers rapidly worked the knots out and Philippe sighed contentedly.

The initial knots gone, Helen straddled Philippe's thighs and began to make long sweeps of her hands down his back from his shoulders down to the small of his back, spreading the relaxation down the length of his spine. Philippe closed his eyes and revelled in the sensations. Helen moved down his legs so that she was sitting astride his ankles and then began to massage the back of Philippe's thighs. The nature of the massage had subtly changed again. The nature of the massage was evolving into a more sensuous, erotic experience. Helen moved off Philippe's legs and began to trace her fingers up the insides of Philippe's thighs. He obligingly opened them to grant her access.

Philippe was aware that his manhood was now stirring and that he would enjoy the feel of slipping it deep inside this hedonistic young woman who was giving him so much pleasure.

As if she could read his mind Helen moved away and ushered Philippe to roll on to his back. "Now I've done your back shall I do the front?" She asked with an impish smile as Philippe's cock sprung upwards.

Helen traced a finger up his shaft, smiling at the reaction as it immediately jerked upwards and stiffened. Philippe responded by sliding a hand along her thighs and up under her sex. Helen spread her knees to grant him better access and was rewarded by fingers reaching up to explore the velvet folds of her sex. She had been very patient, but she wanted this man inside her, now.

Philippe slipped two fingers into Helen's pussy and revelled in the sight of her face as her eyes closed in pleasure and she bit her bottom lip in response to the sensations rippling through her core. All thoughts of massage and teasing vanished, she wanted that cock now.

Helen pulled Philippe's right hand away from her pussy and straddled him. Then she rubbed her pussy along his shaft coating him with juices. She was desperately wanton and feeling completely given over to lust; any thoughts of job or money were long gone. This was now just about sex.

Helen took Philippe's right hand and lifted it to her lips. She slowly licked his middle finger and then sucked the finger tips of his hand. Then, as she looked straight into Philippe's eyes she placed his cock head against her sex and eased back so that he slipped deep into her cunt.

"Oh Fuck that's so good." Philippe exclaimed, "Now, ride me, I want to feel you cum while I'm inside you."

Helen, her faced flushed with sex, grinned down at Philippe as she rode his cock, "Yes Boss, will do."

She spread her knees a little wider so that her clit rubbed against his base as she fucked him and moaned with pleasure as the little button sent pulses of pleasure in sympathy with the waves of pleasure as Philippe's cock slid deep inside ease time she drove her hips down on to him.

Philippe reached upwards and, for the first time, he cupped Helen's full breasts in his hands. Then he slipped a thumb into her mouth. Helen responded by sucking down on it. She had fantasized for years about sucking one cock while another fucked her and as she rode Philippe she realised that if she took this job that was likely to happen. That realisation took her arousal to a new level. She began to firmly thrust herself down Philippe's shaft, all the time rubbing her clit hard against his pubic bone. Philippe removed his thumb from Helen's mouth and placed his hand back on her left breast this time letting the slick thumb circle and tease the hard nipple.

Philippe could see Helen was close to cumming, but more he could feel it, her cunt was hotter and wetter, her face and chest were flushed and her eyes were heavily hooded. His fingers enclosed her nipples and squeezed them firmly and he was rewarded with an involuntary cry of excitement.

"That's great Helen, Fuck me you're good. Now I want to feel you cum on my cock, I want to see your face as you cum."

Helen sat more upright and looking into Philippe's eyes began to buck her hips hard and fast on to his cock. Philippe continued to play with her tits and squeeze and tease her nipples. Helen was struggling to keep her eyes open, let alone focused on Philippe, but she forced herself.

As nerve endings sent greater and greater pulses of pleasure and as her muscles began to tense, Helen stuttered, "Oh...Oh Fuck.....Can you feel that?....Can you?....I'm cumming....so......so hard!" Then she shrieked as her senses exploded and her body spasmed again and again. She collapsed down on to Philippe who wrapped her in his arms and held her close while she shook with aftershocks of pleasure that were so intense they were almost painful.

After they had lain together, still coupled, for a minute, Philippe murmured, "Thank you Helen, that was fabulous. Now what would you like now?"

Helen though for a moment, then climbed off Philippe. She clambered off the bed on wobbly legs and got down on to all fours on the sheepskin rug. "I want you to fuck me hard."

Philippe laughed as Helen bent down so that her head was on the rug and wiggled her ass in the air. He moved behind and licked the length of her soaking sex and was rewarded with a groan of pleasure. Philippe again slipped a succession of fingers into Helen's wet cunt and then thrust his cock deep inside.

Helen gasped as Philippe began to rhythmically thrust deep to the hilt into her core, his balls slapping against her. Then a finger, slick with her juices, circled her asshole and then eased into her puckered hole. Helen moaned with pleasure. "You like that don't you?" Philippe observed.

"Oh Fuck, yes....yes I do."

Philippe considered moving his cock a centimetre or two upwards, but decided he was content for now to fuck Helen's cunt. He kept playing with her ass, but increased the speed and force of his thrusts, enjoying the tight warm pussy he was in. Helen was almost sated, but she wanted to feel Philippe cum inside her, "Please Philippe, fuck me hard, I want you to fill me."

Philippe gasped her by the hips and began to buck furiously, pulling Helen's hips back on to meet each thrust. She cried out in ecstasy and anticipation as she could feel him get closer and then Philippe gasped and Helen cried out as he came in torrents deep in her cunt.

They stayed locked together for a few moments and then climbed back into the bed and snuggled together. Helen kissed Philippe and then quietly asked, "Well, did I get the job?"

Philippe laughed, "I think we can say you have made an excellent first impression." Helen grinned, "When do I start?"

"Well," Philippe answered, "There is a party in the House this evening, if you are willing. I'd suggest get a shower and relax for now. I'll introduce you to some of the girls and you can take a little time to settle in."

Helen lay back on the bed and closed her eyes for a moment. It was bizarre to think what had happened in so short a time, who knows what the evening would bring.

4.30pm Saturday 17 April, Schloss Albert, North of Frankfurt

Showered and refreshed Helen wandered up to the grand Schloss and was pleased to meet Philippe at the door. He motioned for her to come over to meet some people who were with him.

"Helen, please, let me introduce you to Felix and Ulla, two of our senior members, and to Annette, Julia, Cassie and Inez. Folks, this is Helen who has just agreed to join us as a companion member of staff."

Felix and Ulla were first to welcome Helen. Felix, a slim good looking man, probably in his early fifties, kissed her hand, "You are very welcome to the Club, Helen, I am sure you will find it a fascinating experience."

Ulla, who Helen correctly assumed was Felix' wife, was a very glamorous blonde in her forties. She greeted Helen with a warm embrace and a kiss on each cheek. "My Dear you are quite lovely, you must join me for coffee later."

"Thank you Ulla," Helen replied with a smile, "I would love to."

Philippe interjected, "Ah Felix, Ulla, I do need to borrow you for a while; as we do need to discuss plans for the evening. After all, we need to give Marco and Maria a fitting send-off." With that Philippe took Ulla by the arm and steered her and Felix though two large doors and out of sight.

As the doors closed Inez in an exaggerated impression of Ulla repeated, "My Dear, you MUST join me for coffee later." There was a wave of laughter as the girls came over the greet Helen. "Ulla is very sweet, but she has a voracious appetite for the girls, Helen. For her, coffee is never going to be enough, and you are definitely her type. But, to be fair, you might find it an interesting alternative. Now, come on into the kitchen and let's get some coffee"

Downstairs in the huge castle kitchens, the girls introduced themselves properly over coffee. Inez was small, dark and petite and originally from Madeira. She was now based in Paris along with Cassie. Cassie was a tall Aussie with a dazzling smile and a mane of blonde hair almost down to her waist.

Annette was a tall, slim brunette from Paris, who worked in London, and it transpired remembered Helen's shop. She was horrified to hear Helen's tale of betrayal and conspiratorially suggested that they must discuss revenge against Simon's parents, "I'm well connected around the City, and from the sound of those three, they need taken down a peg or two."

Helen paused before answering, "Hmm, let me think about that, but it will be fun just imagining various appropriate punishments."

Finally Julia introduced herself, she was the next newest of the Club staff having worked in Berlin for a little over a year. She was English, from the Oxfordshire and spoke with a lightly accented voice that suggest a good school, but thankfully not the ‘Hooray Henrietta' type. Helen and Julia quickly struck up a rapport as Julia entertained them with stories of being a rebellious girl in a stuffy Swiss finishing school.

Helen was naturally curious about the Club and its members. She had committed herself to this road with relatively little thought and while she was happy to do so, it was interesting to get the inside track from other employees. "So, Ladies, how much time do you get purely to yourself?"

"Well," Inez replied, "That depends... both on how much you are in demand and how busy you want to be. You can expect to see a regular run of Club members most weeks, perhaps ten to twenty and then of course there are the parties, perhaps one a fortnight, perhaps more often. Truth is, beyond that it is up to you. I enjoy the company and the sex so, well, sometimes weekends are just one long orgy, but that is up to you. One thing is that sometimes you will find that if a member takes a particular shine, you may be in their company for longer time. "

"So, Helen," Julia asked, "Have you given any thought to where you would like to live, Paris, Barcelona, London and Berlin are all possible?"

Helen shrugged, "I don't know enough yet. I think I'd like to maybe travel around for a little while and then decide."

"Good call," Cassie agreed in a wistful tone, "Always worth exploring a bit before settling. After all, I went to Europe to do some bar work with students and ended up whoring with very rich people."

Helen spluttered into her coffee. Then, grinning at the comment he had just overheard, Philippe opened the kitchen door. "Now ladies, the arrangements for this evening; we have a special party planned as it is a pre-wedding party for Marco Baldini and Maria Sevchenka. What some of you might term a joint stag and hen night. A Shag night I suppose."

Cassie whistled, "Cool, so they have finally decided to get hitched. I take it the paparazzi will be dealt with."

Philippe smiled, "Currently a hundred or more of those leeches are camping out around a villa on Capri, catching brief sights of two look-a-likes. Meanwhile our guests are flying in by helicopter."

"So," he continued, "The plan for the evening is to have about twenty special guests, all members. A dinner has been prepared and after a dance, then the real entertainment will begin, Serge and Tania will put on a show and then the stags and hens will separate for some entertainment. It promises to be a very enjoyable night. I have arranged matching dresses and shoes for all of you which are up in your rooms. By the way the bride and groom have asked that no underwear is worn tonight."

Helen was intrigued, the world's press had been following the romance of the Italian billionaire and Russian tennis player. It was a big enough story already, if it ever got out that they were also members of an ultra-exclusive international sex club, well, it would be front page news for months. But even as she had the thought, she realised that this was exactly the reason for the Club's strict rules on privacy. Such people would never normally be able to lead swathes of their lives without intrusive scrutiny, instead here they had an opportunity hedonistic excess in a safe environment and heaven help anyone who broke the rules on secrecy.

Helen was pleased that Julia offered to show her to her room and she was very impressed as she was led through the numerous ornate corridors to a small, but beautifully furnished bedroom in a turret at the back of the Schloss. "I feel like Rapunzel, but without the hair. I suppose Cassie would have a fair stab at it."

"Well, the virgin princess bit might be a bit of a problem," Julia mused, "Also Cassie's so ‘up and at ‘em' she'd probably have long since abseiled out of the tower and left the poor prince standing like a tube."

Helen laughed and then picked up a short blue halter-neck silk dress which was draped over the end of the bed. She picked it up and knew without checking it would fit well. The skirt was short but above mini level and flared. "I wonder what is planned for the night?" she wondered.

"'Never can be sure with Philippe." Julia answered, "He has a wicked sense of fun and hates sex to be po-faced and serious. He will no doubt have some elaborate games to play, but hey they can be a lot of fun. Although one thing you can be sure of is that you will get a serious work out, these parties rarely finish before the early hours and sometimes, well, I've lost count of how many men I've fucked some nights."

Helen nodded, she should have be more nervous, she supposed, but she was looking forward to finding where this would go. The sex with Philippe had been good, but she was ready for a lot more and while this time in Germany had pushed her boundaries, she didn't feel that she had even come close to her limits. From the open window Helen heard a succession of cars pulling up at the door. "Sounds like the guests have arrived, she observed.

"Yes," Julia agreed, "Time to get ready."

Helen put on makeup to match the blue of the dress and decided to wear her hair up for the night. As she fastened the halter at the back of her neck she looked at herself in the mirror. The other girls were all very beautiful, but to be fair she stood up well in comparison. The dress accentuated her curves and frankly left little to the imagination. As she looked in the mirror, Helen pulled the front of the dress down and, sure enough, it was designed to cup her breasts and push them up and out. She twirled in the mirror and again as she expected the flared skirt rose to display her ass.

"Philippe does detail, He'll have planned the cut of the dress as well as everything else." Julia observed from the door.

Helen quickly adjusted her dress, but Julia, who was standing in the doorway naked, laughed, "No point being shy Helen, after a day or so you will have seen all of us naked and more. There's little room for modesty when you are watching one of your friends in a sex show."

"I guess you're right." Helen agreed, "But it may take me a little time to get used to the idea."

  7.30pm Saturday 17 April, Schloss Albert, North of Frankfurt

Philippe led the girls down to a grand dining room where twenty or so male and ten female Club members were having cocktails and aperitifs. There was a warm welcome from all of them and a particular welcome for Helen from Marco and Maria who were both charming and, she thought, even better looking in the flesh compared to their media image.

Shortly afterwards Philippe brought in what Helen assumed were five male Club employees. They were an impressive bunch, all tall, good looking and confident, their rather tight fitting trousers left little doubt that these boys were well blessed. "The girls are in for some night" Julia observed, "Philippe has brought out his ‘A' team for Maria. I suppose we should be flattered if we're classed in the same league."

Members and companions mingled and flirted freely until Philippe called order and invited everyone to sit for dinner. "Ladies, Gentlemen, our chef has excelled himself tonight with an exquisite Menu Dégustation. There will not be a lot of anything because each delight will build upon the previous to provide a most memorable experience, a theme upon which our night's entertainment is based. Now, before you settle in to enjoy your meal please toast Marco and Maria."

The toast was cheerfully offered and Helen settled down between Ulla and Philippe. She found the meal astonishing as one tiny serving of cured salmon, was replaced by a single large langoustine, then in turn by a fine bisque and so on for multitude of tiny courses. Ulla proved to be a scurrilous and very entertaining companion, telling countless risqué stories and dirty jokes. And of course Helen's unedited tale of her last few days, elicited sympathy, laughs and plenty of ribald comments. Ulla was particularly interested in the three brothers and reckoned she knew who Mark was from Helen's description.

As the petit fours were consumed and coffee sipped, Philippe excused himself and left to arrange the ballroom. Helen offered to help and he agreed, seeing it correctly as her excuse to escape Ulla's attentions, which had begun to be a little more obvious.

The ballroom was huge, but Philippe was overseeing a large curtain being drawn across it separating the bottom third of the room. The remaining two thirds had a small stage where a small four piece band were tuning up and larger space with cushions, a dancer's pole and mirrors. It also had a number of cameras which were relaying images on to a number of large screens around the room.

"So, this is where the party really gets going. What's the plan?" Helen asked. Philippe gestured to the small stage first, "Tonight's band are club members, they have agreed to play as a favour for Marco. The bigger stage is for Serge and Tania to perform, they were dancers in the Kirov and they really do put on a good show. And then behind the curtain, well... I shouldn't say but, there is a second tasting menu."

"Philippe I couldn't eat another ......" Helen began to protest and immediately felt like an idiot.

"No Dummy," Philippe laughed as he saw her expression, "It is Maria's idea, she wants to have as many cocks in one night as she could manage - the girl is insatiable - so we have provided a space where the girls get to try out five or more cocks, tongues, fingers, but only a little at a time before moving on. The men have you and the other girls to sample. I have a bet with Felix. He thinks that the game will fall apart after ten minutes. I think it will last perhaps half-an-hour, but we all know the curtain will be pulled open at some stage."

9.30pm Saturday 17 April, Schloss Albert, North of Frankfurt

The improvised band were excellent, while Helen didn't recognise the individual members, clearly they were talented professional musicians and they had everyone dancing. Helen loved to dance, but it was unusual for her outside the confines of her bedroom to be dancing free of underwear, quite liberating. That she was dancing with Carlo, the handsome Italian best-man, certainly helped also with the sense of fun and excitement.

Carlo was also clearly very happy with his companion and had already asked Helen whether she would like to join him for lunch and a lazy afternoon tomorrow. As she danced Helen realised that some of the guests and companions were wearing a bit less than they had at dinner. Maria had shed her elegant dress and was dancing in a man's shirt that barely covered her modesty when she was standing still. It certainly didn't as she danced.

Meanwhile Inez had pulled the front of her dress down to cup her pert breasts and her dance partner was caressing them as her danced. Carlo had also noticed Inez and smiled broadly and Helen thought, "What the hell," and brought his hands up to her breasts. Carlo took the hint and pulled down the top of Helen's dress. Carlo danced closer to Helen caressing her hips and breasts as they danced. He simply had to have this girl.

Just as it was beginning to get interesting there was a change of atmosphere in the room and most of those dancing left the floor to find space on sofas dotted around the room. Helen looked around and realised that the second stage was now occupied by a tall man dressed in a tracksuit and a petite woman in a leotard. This she surmised must be Serge and Tania. She settled down on a sofa beside a delighted Carlo to watch the show.

The band started up a new song and the couple began to dance. Serge shed his tracksuit top to reveal a finely defined torso and, after a few floor moves, Tania began stretch and curl herself around Serge. Helen could admire the dancing, but it was clear from the outset that that wasn't really the point of this show. Tania had subtly been undoing ties around Serge' tracksuit bottoms and then with a flourish she spun away from him taking the trousers with her and leaving him naked and sporting a lengthening cock. Applause resounded across the ballroom, but Tania continued to dance, now with Serge pursing her across the stage.

Serge caught Tania and spun her into the air before draping her over his shoulder. He gripped her leotard and with a ferocious pull ripped it right down her back. Helen suspected a deliberately weakened seam, but, hey, it made good theatre. Serge then rolled Tania across his back and pulled the rest of the torn leotard from her, leaving her naked and exposed to the audience. Serge lifted Tania and spun her vertically so that she was draped head first down his torso. He lowered her headfirst to his tumescent cock. Tania hooked one leg on each of Serge's shoulders and, as she took his cock in her mouth, Serge bent his head to her pussy. Again applause rang out, although this time there seemed a little less, but then, if others were engaged with partners like Carlo was with Helen's breasts, there were fewer hands free to clap.

Helen was enthralled to see that Tania, despite hanging upside down from Serge's shoulders, was able to use her legs to pull herself up and down alternately sucking Serge's cock and bringing her pussy to his mouth. Tania then tumbled off Serge in a forward roll that brought her to her knees before him. She smiled at the applause from the audience before dancing across the stage and mounting the pole.

The band was still playing and now started to play to a heavy, steady drum beat as Tania performed. Serge seemed momentarily surplus to requirements, but then having let Tania dance for perhaps three or four minutes he moved across the stage and lifted her from the pole. Tania stood on the toes of one foot and lifted her other leg higher and higher until she had to hold on to the pole as she did a vertical split. With her hands on the pole she formed a perfect capital ‘H' with her body perpendicular to the pole and her legs parallel as the other upright.

Then Serge stepped forward and placed his cock to her sex. The screens around the room filled with the image of Serge's cock head pressing against Tania's pussy and then easing in. All the time Tania maintained her position. Despite her tiny size, her legs and feet where stretched to such an extent that Serge didn't have to bend at all, just tilt his hips and push. In one smooth movement their bodies coupled. Now there was clapping. And in time with the claps and the drum beat, Serge thrust into Tania. "Fuck me! That's hot!" Carlo remarked.

"They are incredible." Helen agreed.

Then, in an action that was clearly not in the original plan, Serge withdrew from Tania and jumped off the stage, cock swinging as her did so. He grabbed the future bridegroom and pulled him to the stage, offering Tania to him. Tania tilted her head and winked to the audience who hooted. Marco smiled and swiftly stripped. He stepped over to Tania and teased his cock against her pussy and then, ever so slowly, he slipped deep into her cunt.

Serge wasn't finished he reached over and beckoned to Maria who needed no encouragement to divest herself of the borrowed shirt and join him on stage. Maria was much taller than Tania, but Serge was still able to lift her and position her in handstand facing the audience. Then spreading her legs to allow him to do so, he bent his head to her sex and licked her pussy.

Marco was now thrusting rapidly into Tania and his bride- to-be was being driven towards a screaming orgasm by Serge, while the audience watched and encouraged them. Helen noticed Philippe was standing in a corner of the room and as she looked he held up two thumbs and she saw Tania nod in acknowledgement. Tania cheekily pulled away from Marco and swung back on to the pole. For a moment he looked frustrated as he was clearly close to cumming, but she beckoned him over and while hanging from the pole almost upside down she bent her head and took his cock in her mouth. The audience again whooped and clapped at her skill, while Marco threw his head back and his arms outstretched in delight and ecstasy.

Maria, started to pant and scream, in a way which reminded Carlo of how she hit backhands on the court. "Much more interesting to watch her in future," He joked with Helen, "I'd never thought of tennis as an orgasmic experience."

Helen laughed a little, but she was dying to join in, on stage if necessary, but she wanted sex now. But as Helen watched Maria came to a climax, she noticed bride and groom meet eye contact, there was lust, excitement, but also trust in that look. With a final scream Maria came and Serge eased her to the floor of the stage. Marco couldn't hold on any longer and with a gasp he bucked and Tania pulled back an opened her mouth to receive thick spurts of white cum. She climbed off the pole and licked him clean as applause rang out around the ballroom.

As the four of them shakily left the stage, Philippe, still dressed in his immaculate blue suit, stepped on to the stage and called the crowd to attention. "Ladies, Gentlemen, I am sure you will wish to express your approval for such a wonderful show. I give you Tania and Serge....oh and their new assistants."

There was loud applause and then Philippe held up his hands of quiet, "Now, that was a most enjoyable starter, but we have an interesting main course requested by our bride-to-be. First can I have the companions up here, men on this side, women on this."

Helen and the others approached the stage. Helen hadn't bothered to pull the top of her dress back up and saw that most of the companions were similarly in states of undress. Two to the men were naked, as was Julia.

"Now I need two more men to join the boys and two more women to join the girls." Marco and Felix joined the men and Maria and a familiar looking woman, who Helen was sure she recognised, joined the women.

Philippe smiled, "Excellent, now the remaining women please go to that side of the room and men to this side. Maria, like myself, is a great believer in the theory that many small delights are better than one large treat... So she has suggested we put this theory to the test. These men on my right and women on my left are going to offer themselves for your gratification. But you may only enjoy each for no more than one minute at a time and you must share them. We have behind those curtain a space for the women and the men will stay here. Serge and Tania will be watching and calling time."

As Helen and the others walked over towards the curtain, Julia murmured, "I thought the English were obsessed with queuing, but I've never heard of queuing for sex, seems like a very Russian deviance."

Behind the curtain Helen found seven identical gym benches and a floor scattered with futons, sofas and cushions. Tania asked the women to remove their clothes and sit on the benches and then left for a moment before returning with the male Club members.

She motioned them to stand against the wall and then explained, "Gentlemen, the entertainment is about to start, but some ground rules. First please enjoy yourselves. Second Maria devised this game and her rules are clear. One minute at a time and I will tell you what you are allowed to do. When I say stop I mean it, as do the girls. Now we have...twenty-one of you, good. Please remove your clothes - if you are still wearing any - and form in groups of three at each of the ladies." The woman on Helen's left who she couldn't quite remember whispered in a soft Scottish burr, "Its like gym class at school should have been."

Helen's three men came over one tall, slim and shaven headed American called Evan, one smaller, dark haired Spaniard called Miguel who was carrying some weight, but was well hung, and one called Vittore whom she reckoned must be related to Marco as he looked like a slightly older version of the groom, tanned, curly hair and very good looking. They greeted her with kisses.

Then Tania announced, "Ladies please lie back and relax. Gentlemen you first task is to kiss your lady on her lips, you will each get one minute and those not kissing lips may kiss the upper body."

Evan knelt beside Helen and, to her surprise, kissed her gently on her neck, her forehead and only then on the lips. She kissed back more forcefully and opened her mouth and he responded. At the same time another pair of lips were kissing her left breast and the third man was trailing kisses across her lower belly.

Helen loved to kiss and this man was very good, but all too soon Tania called out, "Change" and Evan moved aside to let the Miguel take over. He was not bad, but much quicker to French kiss, Evan was now kissing her fingers which she loved, and Vittore concentrated on her right breast. Then again Tania called out, "Change" and Vittore moved up to Helen's lips, Evan moved to her other hand, but kept kissing her fingers and inner arm and Miguel kissed and licked both her breasts.

Helen was running out of breath, she was very, very aroused and the combination of kisses was taking her well on the way to sex, but she was close to screaming for a touch below the waist. Thankfully Tania clapped her hands, "Now please gentlemen. Thank you. These ladies have been good enough to offer themselves to you, but first you will take turns to pleasure them with tongue and fingers. I expect all of them to cum."

Helen looked up to see that Tania was smiling broadly and clearly having difficulty not laughing. Helen called out, "Tania, does the team that wins get a prize?"

Tania laughed, "They're getting to fuck you ladies, that is more prize than they deserve and they know it. Now, Gentlemen you may begin."

Miguel was first this time and he settled his mouth at Helen's soaking pussy and began long firm licks slurping her juices as they flowed. His tongue played with her cunt and then moved along the groove up to her clitoris and began to flick and tease it. At the same time two of his fingers slid inside her.

Helen closed her eyes and breathed deeply as the intense pleasure surged through her. She could hear moans and gasps around her as the other women also experienced similar sweet torture. She was already getting close when Tania called out, "That's enough! Please change."

Vittore changed places with Miguel who came up and kissed Helen, who lustily returned his kiss, tasting her own juices from his lips. Vittore set to work with a passion attacking Helen's clit from the off. She was desperate to cum, but his technique was just too direct and she wanted the rest of her pussy to be pleasured. Others were clearly not having such a problem and she could hear Maria shrieking, "Fuck! Yes! Yes!.....Oh God.....Yes!" and the familiar woman beside her was also starting to cum. That, more than Vittore's clumsy efforts, began to take Helen towards a climax.

But again Tania called out, "Gentlemen change please, and I expect you do bring these ladies some satisfaction!" This time Evan moved between Helen's legs and she knew from the moment that he touched her he would have her cum. He lapped along her sex, but then slid a long thumb into her pussy as he sucked on her clit. Helen immediately felt her muscles begin to tense and jerk. Then Evan turned his hand and inserted two fingers in her pussy and rotated his thumb, slick with her juice, against her other hole. He felt Helen quiver in anticipation and pushed gently so that his thumb slipped into her ass. Then he began to rock his hand alternately sending fingers and thumb deeper into Helen. At the same time he began to flick her clit rapidly with his tongue. Vittore and Miguel took a nipple each in their mouths and Helen's world exploded. Her back arched and she heard herself shriek in delirious pleasure as the orgasm tore through her.

All through the partitioned spaced the women seemed to cum as if the time limit and the need to climax had pushed them over the final hurdle.

Tania waited a little time for the final orgasm to subside and then called, "Ladies, you have been very fortunate, but now I think these men deserve some reward. Gentlemen please line up at the wall. Ladies please line up behind Julia. Maria you stay at the back of the line. You will start along the line of men and you will suck a cock for a minute at a time and then move on when I say."

There were giggles and laughs as the women lined up. The familiar woman who Helen had realised with a shock was a supposedly prim and proper Scottish newsreader called Sonia Hamilton, murmured, "Fuck me, twenty-one cocks! I don't know if I'll have the stamina."

"Hey it'll be fun finding out." Helen replied with a grin.

Julia walked along the line to the seventh man and each woman behind was then paired with a hard cock. Tania nodded and the women knelt to their task. Helen was pleased that this first cock was slim and nicely shaped as was its young owner. She loved giving head, but decided to pace herself and kissed and licked it quite a bit before taking him into her mouth. "Plenty of cock to work on." She thought to herself. Tania called out as the minute passed and the girls moved one more down the line. This continued for five or so minutes of sucking, kissing and licking, before the man next to Helen began to buck and then came into Sonia's mouth. Tania clapped and the man withdrew for the line to recover. Sonia wiped a hand across her cum covered lips, "Fuck me, he tasted good."

This felt like a challenge to Helen, who redoubled her efforts on the next man and was rewarded with a gasp and a flood of semen just as Tania was calling "Next" At the end of the line Maria was expertly working her way through a swathe of men. She loved giving head, but this was just the start. She had a very restrictive upbringing and for many years a near cloistered existence. Men had been strictly forbidden and tennis was all that mattered. Now having broken from her father's coaching, she had met Marco and through him joined the Club. This opened new opportunities for her without scrutiny and she was determined to seize them with both hands, mouth, pussy and ass.

Peter, the man Maria was pleasuring, could barely believe his fortune as this blonde sex bomb enthusiastically sucked his dick. "Fuck she is fantastic!" he thought as he felt his ball tighten and his cock swell. And for the fifth time that evening Maria sucked down as her mouth filled with cum.

Thankfully for tired jaws, by this stage several men were cumming during each minute until only two remained, Evan and Miguel. Helen watched as Sonia ducked her lips to Miguel's heavy thick cock. She had brought four men to climax already and clearly had a talent. It was clear from Miguel's expression that whatever magic there was in Sonia's touch it was immediately having a noticeable effect.

Maria settled down in front of Evan. She had sucked on more cocks that night than she had previously in her life and was enjoying it immensely. It was her party, her plan and soon she was going to have the fucking of her life, but first of all she wanted to have this good looking bald man cum. Evan had already had all other six women pleasure him, he particularly liked Helen and had already decided he wanted her later. But he had controlled his urge to cum as he thought that this was an opportunity to savour. As Maria's full lips enclosed his glans, he smiled and relaxed to enjoy the full pleasure of her touch.

Evan looked over to Miguel, a close friend of many years, and watched as Miguel placed his hands on Sonia's head and encouraged her to take him deeper. Miguel threw his head back and exclaimed, "Fuck me! Girl that is so good." Sonia redoubled her efforts and Miguel began to thrust upwards to meet her mouth. She took him as deeply as she could manage and as she felt him cum she pulled back and let him fill her mouth with sweet salty semen.

Maria meanwhile was enthusiastically going down on Evan and massaging his balls and shaft. Maria looked up at him, "I think I'd like you to cum over my tits, would you like that?"

"Fuck yes." Evan answered breathlessly and as Maria brought him to the edge she rubbed his cock head against between her breasts. One final quick suck brought him to climax and she pressed him between her small high breasts and he jerked and sprayed her breasts, neck and stomach with a huge amount of cum. Maria laughed as she wiped Evan's cum across her body, "I'm glad I didn't have to swallow that much, I'd have choked."

Tania called out "Bravo! Thank you ladies, that was excellent, now, the main course. Gentlemen our lovely Maria has said she wishes to try you all out so. One minute each with her and then it is up to you who you wish to fuck."

Maria, her body still glistening with cum, walked slowly over to a gym bench and bent over and spread her legs. She reached between her legs and slipped a finger into her pussy and waited. Three of the men had raced over and began to caress her. Then for the first time that evening one of the men moved behind Maria and easily slipped his cock into her wet pussy. Maria moaned with pleasure, at last, this was what she had been dying to feel, a man inside her.

One of the other men proffered his cock to her lips and she took him into her mouth. The man in her pussy wasn't bothering with finesse, he was just pounding away, sending pulses of pleasure deep into her body.

Then Tania called out, "Change!" and the man, momentarily disappointed, withdrew only to be met by Inez and led to one of the futons, where she pushed him down and quickly mounted him. The other man, who had been in Maria's mouth, moved around to her sex and slid his cock into her. The third man moved to her mouth and this quickly became the pattern, as each in turn was replaced by another, so that a succession of cocks started with Maria's mouth before entering her pussy. By the time the fifth cock was fucking her pussy Maria was starting to cum. This was exactly what she had fantasised.

On the futons and benches, Inez, Cassie, Julia and Annette were all now getting the attention they had craved. Helen noticed that they seemed to have individual styles, Inez was riding her lover, Cassie, like Maria, preferred to bend over and be fucked from behind, Julia was on her back with her ankles on her man's shoulders as he thrust deeply into her and Annette had taken her man to a solid high table and was sitting on it with her legs wrapped around his ass as he fucked her.

Only Sonia and Helen were still standing by waiting. As Tania called out another change, Vittore took his turn at fucking Maria. Helen wasn't all that keen on reacquainting herself with him and so politely motioned to Sonia that she could have him. Sonia blew a kiss to Helen, "Thanks, I really need a cock and he'll do nicely." Helen smiled, but said nothing. To be fair to Vittore, he brought Maria over the edge and she screamed in pleasure as his cock brought her to orgasm and Sonia was delighted when Tania called for the next change. Helen noticed that the handsome young man now thrusting into Maria had already focused on her even as he fucked Maria. She wasn't sure if this was good manners, but all she wanted now was to get that cock inside her so to hell with manners!

Soon enough Tania called for the next change and Helen couldn't resist smiling as the man walked over and kissed her on both cheeks. He introduced himself as Jean-Baptiste, JB for short. Helen introduced herself and then led him to a bench. "Please JB lie down here." He did as asked and Helen straddled his waist. She slid her wet pussy along his shaft and was rewarded with a low growl. Helen reached down and lifted his cock to her cunt and in one smooth movement impaled herself.

Helen bent forward and kissed JB. He kissed her back passionately. She raised herself and began to ride back and forward on his cock, revelling in the sensation as the cock slipped deep into her and her clitoris rubbed against him. JB was delighted with Helen, with her pale skin and flowing dark curls she looked like a Pre-Raphaelite muse, sexual but innocent, but she was riding his cock like an expert. He reached up and cupped Helen's breasts in his hands and she rewarded him with a gasp of pleasure. While, on one level, Helen was aware of the others around them, for now it felt as if they were the only people in the room. Helen began to quicken her movements, rocking her hips as she did so and very quickly she started to cum. She shuddered as a small intense orgasm burst in her womb, but barely hesitated for a moment before continuing to ride JB's cock.

During that time two more men had done their duty by Maria, who was now experiencing the start of another orgasm. Tania, who had been performing her role with great enthusiasm, had now happily surrendered to their advances and was being ‘roasted' to shouts of encouragement from Cassie and Annette.

A couple of the first group of men had cum and Inez and Cassie were able take the next two of Maria's lovers, but then any sense of organisation fell apart as Tania was fully employed and, with a cock down her throat, wasn't in a position be giving orders. The remaining men did surprisingly keep coming to Maria first, it was her party after all, but no one was too worried about time anymore and, to Maria's delight, at last someone filled her cunt and kept going until he sprayed cum inside her.

The next man in line spread some lube around Maria's asshole and his cock. Maria stayed perfectly still for a moment as he pushed his cockhead inside her ass and then groaned in pleasure as he began to move, gently at first until he was deep inside her ass. Then he stopped and withdrew.

Maria looked back angrily, her eyes blazing with lust and disappointment only to find that she was helped off the bench only to be positioned over a man lying on the bench beside. She quickly straddled him and slipped his cock into her cunt and then waited as the other man once more pushed into her ass. She began to rock back and forward impaling herself of both cocks at once and surrendered to the sensations that were pulsing through her sending her into a succession of orgasms.

Helen was also in the throes of a building orgasm. She could feel that JB was close and she had already cum twice on his cock, but there was a much bigger orgasm beginning to send pulses through her legs spin and belly. It became a race, as JB tried to hold back and Helen raced to bring herself to climax. Just as she thought JB was about to cum, a lubed finger touched her ass and circled her hole. Helen felt herself begin to lose coordination of her actions and, as the finger slipped into her, she felt JB's cock swell and semen spurt deep into her cunt. Helen world exploded as every nerve ending in her body seemed to burst with an intensity of sensation that was almost painful.

Helen flopped down on top of a grinning JB and kissed him. Then she looked up and saw Evan smiling, "Helen, as soon as you've recovered I want inside you, perhaps this time you'd like more than one cock?"

Helen laughed, "Bring it on, Evan, I think that sounds just the job." JB fetched a small tray with glasses of champagne and the three of them stopped for a moment to observe the orgy around them.

Cassie was now straddled over a man, but facing away from him as she rode his manhood. Another, who Helen recalled was called Peter, approached and knelt before her and said something. Cassie stopped for a moment and Peter pushed his cock up against her pussy, which already had a cock inside. Helen got up, her curiosity piqued and edged over to see Cassie ease against Peter until she had two cocks in her cunt. Cassie could barely move, neither could the men, but slowly they established a rhythm and began to jointly thrust into the one cunt.

Across the room Maria was now being fucked by three men, with a cock in her pussy, her ass and her mouth, she seemed lost in a world of lust and sex and semen. Her body glistened with sweat and her hair was plastered down her back, but still she was driving herself back onto the twin cocks in her ass and cunt. She had lost count of how many times she had cum, or how many men had fucked her. This night she just felt insatiable.

As Helen looked around, she saw that some of the men were flagging and needed a rest, but also Philippe, now naked, was opening the curtain between the two parts of the room. The scene on the other side matched the one before Helen. Bodies were intertwined in a multitude of sexual positions and cries of passion and excitement resounded around the room. She looked on enviously at the sight of Carlo and Serge jointly fucking Ulla. She was attracted to Carlo and he to her, but that was the nature of this life. "No point being jealous." She thought to herself and then smiled as arms entwined her. "Are you ready for more?" Evan asked.

Helen turned and wrapped her arms around his neck, "Yes, Evan, I need more. What do you have in mind."

Evan ushered over Miguel and Philippe, "Could you manage all three of us?"

Helen answered by moving over to an empty futon and sitting down. Taking that as a "Yes", the three men moved over and sat down around her. Each kissed Helen in turn and then tongues and fingers explored her body. Her neck, her fingers, the insides of her forearms and her belly were all caressed before then men started to play with her breasts and pussy and ass. Helen lay back and moaned in pleasure. A cock was placed to her lips and she opened her mouth to receive this sexual communion from Philippe.

Evan's skilled tongue and fingers had Helen dying for more cock inside her and she ushered Miguel to lie down so that she could straddle him. Miguel held his thick cock vertical as Helen eased herself on to his shaft with a sigh. As she sucked on Philippe and rode Miguel, Helen revelled in the sensations which intensified when, again Evan inserted a lubed finger into her ass. Helen looked back over her shoulder, "I want you in there, Evan. Fuck me in the ass."

Evan did as he was instructed and put his cock against Helen's ass and pushed slowly forward. She gasped and winced for a second. He was big, so was Miguel and this was stretching her, but it exquisite. Evan paused for a moment and let Helen relax and get used to the two cocks and then smiled as she started to push back down on to them.

Helen loved the feel of skin against skin, of smooth cocks slipping inside her and the sense of abandon and as three men fucked her. She looked up at Philippe and pushed his cock aside for a moment, "Well Boss, this is quite the first day on the job!" and then pulled his cock back to her mouth.

Philippe laughed, "Helen, I think you were born for this."

Evan and Miguel began to set a much faster pace, their cocks blurring as they slipped back and forward into Helen. She felt herself colour and begin to loose control so she took Philippe form her mouth again and jerked his shaft with her hand. She felt another big orgasm rush though her and, immediately after, Evan shout and cum in her ass. Helen took a deep breath and then, as Evan withdrew, Philippe took his place and slipped into her ass, still full of Evan's cum.

Helen was now stretched and wet and Philippe didn't want to, or need to, be gentle. He started to thrust at a furious pace and Helen found she was calling out incoherently as the cocks in her ass and pussy merged into one long explosion of sensation and pleasure.

Miguel's began to thrusts began to grow ragged and he bucked upwards. He reached up to Helen's nipples and squeezed, she looked down at him and panted, "That's it Baby, cum in me, fill me with spunk, come on.... that's it."

Miguel felt his cock swell and his balls tighten and then he jerked upwards and fountained into Helen's womb. She cried out at the feeling and then again as Philippe kept his pace going. His balls were slapping against her as he buried his cock to the hilt in her ass.

Philippe grabbed Helen's hips and pulled her against his thrusts as he raced to climax. Then with a growl his thrusts angled upwards and he shuddered as that familiar feeling of tension built before the release as he came deep in Helen's ass. All three of them lay there beside each other for a few moments as they got their breath back. Miguel looked around the room. All around them couples and groups were fucking in all manner of places and positions. But the evening was drawing towards the end. Some of the men were clearly in need of a rest and were lounging to one side, as were a few of the women.

Tania and Inez had given up on men and were pleasuring each other languidly on the stage while Sonia was contentedly being licked by Vittore, who had been in her most of the evening.

Marco walked over to his bride-to-be who was lying prostrate on a gym bench, she was finally sated. He kissed her cum stained lips and lifted her in his arms. "I think," She remarked sleepily, "I need a bath." With that Marco lifted Maria and carried her from the room to cheers and applause.

Philippe turned to Helen, "A bath seems a nice idea. There is a large Jacuzzi at the swimming pool. Would you care to join me?"

Helen climbed shakily to her feet, "That sounds just what I need." And together they left the party still swinging and soaked in the pool for a lazy half-hour before climbing into bed together.

10.30am Sunday 18 April, Schloss Albert, North of Frankfurt

Helen woke from a deep sleep at the sound of a door softly closing. She looked around the unfamiliar room and saw she was alone. She had slept so deeply she hadn't noticed Philippe rise for his morning swim. On the bedside was a pot of fresh coffee, fresh orange juice and a croissant. As she lay back and looked up at the ceiling, she sighed contentedly, "I could get used to this."

She wondered what the day would bring, she was meeting Carlo for lunch and he had already suggested she drive down to Lake Como with him. It might be an interesting trip.