Suzie and the Monsters Read Free Page B

breasts and pussy with their hands and mouths.
    It’s at least an hour of non-stop fucking before they all give in to exhaustion and switch the TV on, deciding eventually on the latest Die Hard, and I have to agree with them that Maggie Q is ‘fucking hot’. It’s another hour before they’ve all dozed off. I switch off the TV, lower the lighting, straddle Robert and start whispering in his ear, which wakes him up and he looks at me in confusion, looks into my eyes and is captured. I repeat this until all five men are in this suggestive state, and check on Cleo to make sure she is asleep.
    Then to each man I say, ‘I’m going to kiss you. It won’t hurt. The mark you will have on your neck is just a harmless love bite, but it’s embarrassing and you won’t show it to anyone.’ With sharp, sharp teeth I bite into his neck until a trickle of blood, just a trickle, runs into my mouth. I suck at the wound, drinking slowly, savouring the rich delight.
    Just a few mouthfuls from each man, but it’s enough to satisfy me more profoundly than all that night’s many orgasms. I make sure the bites have stopped bleeding, and clean the blood away. Then I get dressed and pick up Cleo’s clothes, and send them all into a proper sleep.
    I wake up Cleo and explain that we need to go, and help her to get dressed. ‘My mum’s going to kill me,’ she mutters, and falls asleep again on my shoulder. God. Her mother. Cleo’s mother might not kill her, but if I take her home like this, barely able to walk and stinking of sweat and sex, I doubt she’ll ever be allowed out to play again.
    I phone for a taxi, and fortunately we don’t have to wait more than a few minutes, which is how long it takes me to get Cleo out of the house and to the road, the taxi appearing around the corner almost at once. Ten minutes later we’re outside my flat, and Cleo is still half-asleep on my shoulder as I take her up the stairs and inside to my bedroom. I strip her clothes off again before I let her retreat under the covers, and as soon as I have extracted myself again from boots, corset and the rest, I climb under the covers with her. But I can’t go to sleep without tasting her gorgeous pussy again, so I work myself between her legs and caress the sensitive lips with my nose and mouth until I feel orgasms coursing through her loins, and she rolls over away from me whispering, ‘Stop. Please stop.’

Satisfaction Guaranteed (Saturday)
    The girl in the doorway, well, the woman in the doorway, judging by the stylish suit and shirt and the professional no-nonsense hair, gives Mrs Lane no chance to hug or, more likely, berate the girl half-hiding behind her. ‘I’m so sorry to be returning Cleo so late, Mrs Lane, but we all stayed up half the night watching DVDs. I slept through my alarm and now I’m desperately late for a meeting.’ The woman checks her watch, but discovers her wrist is bare and frowns anxiously. ‘I’m so sorry, but do you have the time?’
    ‘It’s ten thirty, Miss ah...?’
    The woman winces. ‘There’s no way I’ll make the meeting.’ She sighs, then frowns again and turns to Cleo. ‘You told me you phoned your mother.’
    ‘I thought you phoned her,’ Cleo replies innocently, a hint of a smile playing about her lips.
    ‘We really have to work on our communication skills, young lady.’ The woman turns back to Mrs Lane with a look of embarrassment. ‘I’m so sorry, again. I’m Suzie Kew, Jenny’s mum.’
    ‘Susie Q?’
    ‘Kew, K-E-W.’ She hands over a business card which Mrs Lane studies intently. Deciding finally to accept the story, Mrs Lane relaxes and invites Mrs Kew, me, in for coffee, which I accept with a smile and follow her through to the kitchen at the back of the house, overlooking a sunlit garden with recently cut grass edged by tulips and rose bushes still recovering from the winter. Cleo races up the stairs, probably to change out of her new Armani jeans and Jimmy Choos before her mother