CHAPTER FROM WORLD SAFARI **NSFW**

From the book: Isobelle Pascha World Safari By Isobelle Pacha. Avaialble now in the 7174 store now!

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CHAPTER 4

You sounded angry when you called, angry but thrilled. You said that my video had made you feel hard, jealous and frustrated. You were still on the road you said, you’d lied about going home. As per usual you conveniently forgot to mention your wife.

The business deal you were putting together was moving back west, along with your social life. There was a party on Friday night in London’s Belgravia district that you desperately wanted to attend but you didn’t want to go there alone. Wishing to see you again, I flew in to London’s Gatwick airport at midnight on the day before and went to stay at an apartment belonging to a friend. The next afternoon you called me on my cell and promised to send a car to collect me, you told me to wear something that was sure to turn you on.

I wore a small dress made of shiny gold mesh thread; it glimmered under the streetlights as I stepped towards the chauffeured car. I sensed the driver’s gaze resting firmly on my behind as I maneuvered inside, he held the passenger side door open in such away that meant he had ample time to look both down the front of my low cut dress and get a good look at my retreating behind. He whistled under his breath as the hem of my dress rode up over my ass, I wasn’t wearing any panties and I didn’t care who saw. I knelt down upon the leather seat, my stilettoed feet sticking out behind me making it impossible for him to close the door. I looked back to where he stood waiting, trussed up regally in his sharp black driver’s uniform, he looked smug and turned on.

A familiar bulge accented the inside right leg of his trousers, I acknowledged his predicament with a laugh and hoisted the skirt of my dress up a little further sticking my ass up defiantly in the air. The chauffeur leaned forward as if to close the door, shoved two eager fingers into my waiting pussy and then just as quickly withdrew them again. I sat down as he placed his fingers, covered in my wetness, back up into his mouth. He acted as though I’d given him a treat. Smiling he then told me to put my seatbelt on. We were going to be late and if there was one thing that his boss did not appreciate it was people being late.

The journey took no more than twenty minutes, I passed the time with my head on the leather head rest, with my eyes closed, listening to the sounds of the driver eagerly jacking off in the front seat. He didn’t bother to close the partition screen between the driver and passenger side compartments, the idea that I could hear him jerking turned him on all the more. The cacophony of grunting and groaning coming from the front seat made me smile. I might have chastised my driver for being so bold, for being remiss to keep his eyes on the road, but I found myself in a charitable mood and figured that the driver deserved his spoils, after all this was about as close as he was ever going to come to really and truly fucking a customer.

The driver hurriedly composed himself as we pulled up to the curb where you stood waiting. It was cold outside; you were wearing a dark blue woolen over coat with a scarf. Clouds of condensation formed under your nose as your warm breath met with the cold air. When I saw you I had to stifle a giggle, in my eagerness to dress up I completely forgotten that the weather was cold at all and so hadn’t even thought to bring so much as a wrap. The passenger side door opened and the chauffeur dutifully took his place at its side. The chauffeur’s cheeks were rosy and his skin was flush, he wore the look of a man who had cum hard and enjoyed it. I thanked him, self-satisfied in the knowledge that you knew nothing of the excitement our journey.

The chauffeur said good evening and then quickly fled off into the night. In an act of momentary chivalry you removed your overcoat and placed it snugly about my shoulders, underneath you were wearing an expensive Italian designer business suit. You once again reiterated that the dinner to which we had been invited was also intended to be a business meeting, before expressly requesting that I decline from talking during the main course of the meal. I readily agreed, whatever it was that you did for a living was of little or no interest to me.

Your boss and his associates were powerful people; the presence of four armed body guards standing outside freezing their asses off in the cold sent that message loud and clear. I felt you tense a little as we entered the glass and chrome foyer of what was an incredibly beautiful home. The sound of my high heels on the marble floor echoed about the walls, each decorated with ancient museum like tapestries.

Everywhere I looked I beheld an array of designer décor and priceless antiques. Up ahead of us a grand staircase loomed, it’s presence only overshadowed by a magnificent chandelier. The chandelier sported more crystals than the universe had stars it went on forever and was entirely mesmerizing. We stopped at the foot of the stairway as large muscular stand over man in a shiny grey suit made his way over to greet us. The man was holding a wand in his hand, but this was no magical implement. I watched feeling turned on by the bodyguard’s sheer bulk and power as he requested that you stand with you arms out and your legs apart up against the wall. The hired muscle moved the wand over your upper torso and, satisfied that you had nothing of interest beneath you’re the jacket of your suit, moved lower and went to work around your legs. As he bent over I found myself staring fixated on the chiseled shape of his muscular ass, everything about him advertised that he was a piston, ready to fuck any woman he wanted and at will. Another man appeared at the top of the stairs by the time it was my turn for the bodyguard to pass his wand over me. I was still wearing your oversized overcoat, covering my dress, or any weapons that I might have been concealing underneath.

Your co-worker, trussed up in a designer business suit of similar cut to your own immediately demanded your attention. You left me all alone with the bodyguard, who decided it might be easier to search me if he discarded his bulky security wand. Deep in conversation with your friend and with your back facing to me, you did not notice the bodyguard’s warm and capable hands make their way under the sanctuary of your warm overcoat. He licked his lips involuntarily as I moved appreciatively in towards him, excited by his touch. Pushing back the front lapels of your coat, I saw him bristle with excitement as he determined that I was wearing rather less than he was expecting underneath. Our eyes locked and I silently dared him to touch me and risk getting caught. The bodyguard was a hard man in more ways than one and feeling game he rose to the challenge. His huge hands made their way up from my waist to my breasts and firmly cupped each one beneath the sheer lining of my dress.

In the background I could hear that the conversation you were having up on the stairs was fast turning into a heated argument. I paid you no mind, you didn’t need me to tell you how to run your business and besides I was now having way too much fun with the help.

The bodyguard was chiseled and tanned, an East End diamond in the rough, working his way up, the hard way, through the ranks. Tonight he had chosen me to be his on the job perk, life shouldn’t always be about toiling and personal trials after all. He jokingly asked me whether I was concealing any weapons of mass destruction beneath my dress; I parted my legs in a confident stance and told him to find out for himself. I drew myself closer to him and moaned in his ear as I felt the electric sensation of his two thick fingers hooking themselves up underneath my short skirt and down through my legs and into my sweet, aching hole.

Soon a third man appeared on the stairs and the now running argument grew louder again. Sounding frustrated and pissed, you called back down to me, completely unaware that the bodyguard was fingering your dinner date. You told me you’d be back in a minute.

“A minute or fifteen?” I laughed with the approving bodyguard, who temporarily removed his fingers until you’d truly disappeared. I ran my hand over the prickled stubble that covered his skull, the outlines of scars from past fights and run ins clearly visible under lights. The outline of a scar also ran from the corner of one eye and off to the side of his cheek. My new-found lover was a prize fighter that was for sure.

I felt disappointed to have those excellent fingers temporarily withdrawn, but I wasn’t so disappointed to know that he needed his hand back if he was going to lead me off to a safe place where we could fuck. We made our way down a short dark hallway and into an even darker room that appeared to be a disused kitchen. The bodyguard removed a wireless radio from his pocket and announced, to an unseen force of men, that he would be temporarily unavailable. I lit a nearby oil lamp and silently circling like a shark, the bodyguard removed his suit jacket to reveal his muscular physique bulging out through a tight white T-Shirt underneath. He pointed to a large wooden preparation table in the middle of the room and encouraged me to get on. I dropped your overcoat down onto the floor and opened my legs wide as I pushed myself backwards up onto the table.

The bodyguard, aware that time was short, wasted not a second in climbing up on top of my slender frame. I reached down and released his throbbing cock into my hand, he grasped me by the hair and roughly pulled my head back as he began to lick and suck at my neck like an animal. His smell was a vile mixture of cologne and sweat, he was a beast and he was determined to do me hard to prove it. He pushed the skirt of my dress up over my smooth tanned hips and with a deep breath I prepared myself to receive a short, sharp, animalistic fuck.

The bodyguard rode me like a demon, possessed by the desire to fill me with his seed, like a barbarian raping his way into the history books, he pinned me hard and made me beg, not for release but to be fucked harder still. Soon, very soon, my common East End lover came, sucking hard on my tongue as he did so. I sat up and pushed him away, I wanted him to know that it was he who had been used. He reached over to me, cupped his mouth over my breast, stroking it and sucking it gently by way of playfully flirting. Two minutes later he re-emerged from my cleavage grinned like the nasty little fuck that he really was and burst out into a raucous peel of laughter.

“I like you,” he said. “We’re one and the same.” I kissed him deeply and tattooed my phone number to the inside of his palm with one of your company pens.

When you returned you found me sitting down innocently all alone at the bottom of the stairs. You apologized profusely for the delay and for any incident that I might have witnessed. It was all down to inter-company politics.

You said: “I hope you haven’t been too bored?” I walked up the stairs with the truth of the matter concealed beneath the warmth of your coat. My pussy was all swollen and wet with another man’s semen.

There was an edge to you now, you appeared to be unsettled, prickly to be around, the vein in the side of your temple gave your hidden anger away. Dinner was due to be served in less than five minutes. I got the sense that you would rather be anywhere but here.

The grand dining room was a sight to behold, the rest of the dinner guests looked up with interest as we entered. We were, after all, the last to arrive. The seated party at the long mahogany dining table consisted of five men and one woman not including the older staid gentleman who was sitting at the head of the table. I naturally assumed him to be your boss.

Sixty, perhaps sixty-five, your boss was Japanese and wore a serious look of displeasure on his face. The chair next to the older man and the one immediately next to that were empty. Everyone at the table, including the woman, was wearing the some kind of designer business attire, everyone that is except me. You moved to place me in the seat furthest from your boss but I politely refused, instead I insisted on taking the seat that would have been your own. Your boss raised an eyebrow at the maneuver but soon shelved his disapproval as you slowly disrobed me of your coat. My dress caught the lights up above and shimmered, the perspiration from being thoroughly fucked by the bodyguard made my skin seductively radiant. The distinct scent of sex piqued the old man’s interest, whichever Geisha he’d been fucking didn’t even begin to compare to me.

If bringing me here tonight was a calculated ploy to get yourself back in the good books with your boss, then you had already succeeded. I glanced around the table and drew the ire of every person sitting there, their anger charged me and caused you to silently snigger. The only other woman at the table was sitting directly across from me and looked most unamused. S

he was a tough and protective of her position I could tell. The only thing I represented to her was competition. I introduced myself to the boss, uninvited, with a short shake to the hand. Several members of the dinner party gasped with horror at my perceived lack of etiquette. The Oyabun seated immediately to my left took my gesture with good humor and to your continued happiness, the boldness of my actions even managed to procure a laugh.

Two large white gilt frame doors opened and a marvelous banquet was brought forth. As the waiters hurriedly began to serve the guests, your boss summoned his interpreter to come to his aid. A young Japanese man came running as though his life depended on it and listened while his boss spoke gently, with lilting Asian tones. Their Japanese was musical to the ear, when the two men had finished speaking the interpreter turned and asked me for my name. Upon hearing me speak it the boss nodded satisfied and under the cover of the tablecloth placed an old bony hand down across my knee. The woman sitting on the other side of the table looked dejected, you made some disinterested small talk with her while I pondered her position.

The conversation at the table rose to a crescendo as we all began to eat. The party dined on roast beef and an assortment of honeyed and sautéed vegetables. We washed down with expensive bottles of wine, whose bouquets were so old, that their labels were almost forgotten. Your boss didn’t care for western cuisine and I laughed along with him when his assistant presented him, not with the complicated assortment of food, that an Englishman might demand, but with a simple Bento box instead. He raised his chopsticks in salute to me and began to eat.

The table was long but not very wide, engrossed in a multitude of conversations with your co-workers you hardly spoke a word to me at all, the only other person who was more ignored than I was the woman across the way. She was looking more and more uncomfortable by the minute. In the scheme of things we were sitting somewhat closer than we might’ve been if we had been sitting at any regular dining table. I had promised you that I would not talk and so I tried to catch her eye instead. I tried several times only to have her very purposefully look away.

The old man between us was so engrossed in his Bento box that he didn’t notice our awkward dance at all. Suddenly feeling frustrated by our lack of sisterly connection, I slid one of my feet from out of one of my high- heeled shoes. I stretched my leg across the divide between us, not even bothering to look up from my plate. If my new friend wanted to ignore me then two people could play that game. Feeling my way blind, my naked foot soon met with a pair of smooth knees. She was wearing a skirt and I smiled. I thought I saw her stiffen in her chair out of the corner of my eye, but she did not resist me as I expertly parted her knees with my toes.

Your co-workers thighs were warm and parted ever so slightly as I pushed my foot forward towards where the moist barrier of her panties lay in wait. I used my big toe to push the elastic of her panties to one side, beneath the sensible cotton fabric she had chosen to wear she was wetter and hotter than I could have ever imagined. As the first course disappeared and the second one was brought, I took great enjoyment as exploring my stony faced, gal pal with all the strength of my big toe. She accidentally dropped her fork with a rattle of bone china as I inserted myself into her hole. Briefly meeting my eyes there was a look of guilt ridden pleasure upon her face that could no longer be hidden, her new flushed countenance did not go unnoticed by our Japanese host.

He looked at us one to the other; I silently licked my lips and pouted to let him know that a game was a foot between the two women by his side. I removed my big toe from his employee’s warm hole and ruthlessly began to work at her clit. Used to being the office mouse, ignored and disregarded by all, the employee’s quiet moans went quite unnoticed by everybody but for we three at the quietest end of the table.

The Oyabun sat back and enjoyed the show for a few minutes more and wordlessly watched his female employee shake and cum. He waited until she and I were quite finished before motioning for me to move my chair closer and acquiring my hand.

The old man unzipped his trousers and encouraged me to grasp a hold of his semi hard cock. The female employee watched with both horror and amazement as I effortlessly gave a hand job to the man that she feared the most. He sat still and smiling as I pulled him off underneath the linen, I would have kept our actions hidden but he wanted her to see. You briefly looked over to see what I was doing and then quickly looked away, I heard you chuckle under your breath as you leapt into yet another distant conversation as I deftly worked your boss’s generous foreskin back and forth over the head of his expectant cock. Your co-worker in the meantime was making a vein attempt to try and eat, but the sight of my hand clasped firmly around her boss’s shakuhachi was like a car wreck to her, she didn’t want to look but she couldn’t look away.

Given the atmosphere, I decided that the old man’s hand job was taking too long, the woman across from me sensed this too and let forth with a stream of elegant Japanese out from under her breath. It didn’t take a translator to tell me that she was talking dirty to him, who knows perhaps she had allowed him to fuck her before? The Oyabun jerked once ever so slightly in his seat and came all over the tablecloth, the woman to his left quickly produced a napkin and proceeded to mop up before anyone else could see.

Desert and coffee came and went, we had spent the entire evening sat side by side, you talking shop and me getting up to no good, as is my usual way. You gave my knee a squeeze underneath the table to let me know that you knew. I quietly laughed before the translator appeared once more. The boss now firmly back in his trousers rose from his seat, his employees quickly stood also as a mark of respect.

A party consisting of several Japanese assistants made their way around the table and aided the elderly man from the room, he offered a polite goodnight bow to his employees, but not so low that they would get the idea that they were anything but beneath him, and then silently winked at me. As the boss disappeared from view the translator appeared by your side clutching a handwritten note, the young man looked nervous to be passing it to you, you read it and smiled.

“We’re wanted upstairs,” you said. “It’s seems that you’ve made quite an impact on the boss.”

You kissed me firmly on the mouth and pushed your hand underneath my dress, much as the bodyguard had previously done. “Don’t disappoint me,” you said. “The boss is a powerful man, it’s not often that you see high ranking Yakuza like him in London.” I gasped and then laughed when I realized I had inadvertently yanked off one of Japan’s highest-ranking mobsters. No wonder he liked me, here was no ordinary old man.

We made our way up yet another flight of stairs, this time towards the rear of the house and this time in total darkness. At the top of the stairs a seam of light pierced out into the darkness from around the frame of a door. You knocked lightly on the door. A large Japanese male manned the door. He was wearing a white bath towel around his waist and sported a colorful full body tattoo. The man took one look at me and ushered me into the room beyond, he summed you up first before deciding to clear you for entry.

I was led along a landing, with you walking some five feet behind, as we walked more men, some dressed, some not, appeared from out of side doors and interconnecting hallways, each and every man was as large and as menacing as the other, all sporting flashy full body tattoos. We paused in front of yet another door and waited while the Yakuza in the towel politely knocked and waited to be granted entry.

Inside your boss sat in a bedroom in an easy chair by a roaring fire, my female dinner companion was with him. Now stripped naked with her hands bound behind her back with black cord, she sucked the Oyabun off while his bodyguards enviously watched.

He glanced up, pleased to see me, and ran his hand through your co- workers hair, pushing her mouth harder down onto his cock. Now that she was naked I could see that she too had tattoos, a colorful snake that ran all the way down her back and disappeared between her legs. On her feet she wore shiny black spiked nine inch heels, her ankles bound firmly together with the same leather ties with which they had secured her hands. Turned on by the display, you slowly began to undress me as the heavily tattooed man in the small white towel brought another set of tethers and a long wooden pole with a crossbar in the middle. The pole was screwed down into a custom made hole in the middle of the floor, you led me towards it and pushed me down onto my knees.

The Oyabun came loudly in your co-workers mouth as he watched you tether me into place, my hands were tied up on the crossbar sitting above my head then my new Japanese girlfriend was brought and similarly attached to the other side of the pole, until we were face to face the pole the only thing between us. It was then that I saw that a taut rope extended all the way down from her neck and around her breasts and middle, she was used to being bound like this and I could see that it turned her on.

The man in the towel unbound her feet and then we were ready to begin. Your co-worker smiled at me sweetly now, traces of your boss’s cum still lingering around her mouth. Bound closely to the same pole, she leaned forward and laid a soft but passionate kiss upon my mouth. I shook with excitement looking forward for what was to come. My heart was racing at a million miles an hour; to touch my skin was to give me an electric shock. My head was filled simultaneously with both panic and desire.

Doors were opened and a hoard of Japanese men filed in, some with tattoos, some without, the majority quite clearly gangsters. The boss’s chair was repositioned for a better view; you sat down beside him, your hand on your cock through your clothes.

Everywhere I looked men discarded their towels and what little else they were wearing, each and every one of them sporting a hard on in their right hand, jacking themselves harder, working themselves up for the event. They smiled at me suggestively, licked their lips and stroked their hard ons as though they were precious treasure.

Your co-worker spoke to me in low and sensual tones she told me that the event was called Bukkake, it was your boss’s favorite form of traditional degradation, punishment if you will. The leather straps that bound me to the pole cut ever so slightly into my wrists, everywhere I looked men were lining up to fuck me senseless and the anticipation aroused me in ways that I could have only ever dreamed.

When the time was right the Oyabun signaled for the party to begin, you had your cock out now and you were starting to undress, I figured that you would want to join in. At that moment I felt two men grab my legs from behind, they pulled me apart as wide as I would go and then a third man entered me and began to hastily fuck and explore. Your co-worker laughed and looked pleased to see the way that I moaned to the strangers’ touch, behind her yet another line was forming, the first man to use her talked dirty and swore loudly as he fucked her in the ass. As soon as one man had cum another took his place, your co-worker and I kissed each other passionately as we were mutually fucked over and over again. The whole room smelled like sweat and sex, like a pack of rabid dogs they mounted us, fucked us and came. You had brought me along to a gangbang like no other and the room was only just starting to fill.

When the room became standing room only, the hungry crowd became impatient and jockeyed for position, those that could not fuck us, jacked themselves off on to us, two men at a time ejaculating onto my back, all over my ass and covering my pussy with their cum. One Japanese businessman decided he could not wait at all and rudely shoved his cock into my waiting mouth, as I sucked him off, a steady stream of men continued to fuck me harshly from behind, until I had lost count of how many had penetrated me and drenched my hole. Beneath me a pool of solid white gism formed, as the results of the escapade flowed freely down from between my legs. In front of me your co-worker wailed with sharp cries of release as she came over and over again. You pushed through the line, jacked off and came all over her face. She kissed me again and I shared her joy, the taste of your cum inserted deep into my mouth on her tongue.

I screamed out in ecstasy and pain as two men inserted their cocks into my pussy together at once, I was swollen inside now, both as a result of rough tactics and an incredible string of heart racing orgasms. At first I didn’t know if I would be able to stand the overwhelming sensation, not satisfied until they both occupied the same hole, they pushed and pushed until they achieved their aim. Men continued to jack onto me from all directions until my body was drenched in cum. Ten, twenty, maybe thirty men came in my ass, my mouth now continually occupied by a steady stream of deep throated cock. I began to think insane thoughts underneath the continual assault, at once wanting and the next minute wanting to reject, my body quivered and jolted as I came again and again and again. And then with the ring of a gong it stopped, satisfied the men circled away into the next room for drinks. You stayed behind and untied me, my wrists raw from the exertion of being continually pulled and tugged. Unsure of my feet with my new freedom, I slipped over in a river of cum, you laughed and left the room.

My body was exhausted and numb, the sight of your co-worker tethered and drenched in cum still turning me on. I kissed her tenderly and untied her wrists, we then laid down together, slick, turned on and uncontrollably shaking down on the floor.

Her name was Miyu and she was a half cast Japanese, as we talked and kissed, she rubbed handfuls of soft white cum all over my body, even pausing to cover my feet, when she was finished, she laid down on top of me, we moved together excitedly reveling in the slick wet sensation of our cum drenched bodies. I kissed her passionately wishing that we were lovers, as we kissed she slid her hand down between my legs, my clit was red raw but I let her play with it anyway. The boss liked me, Miyu said, and if I wanted to I could stay on. I declined the offer and invited Miyu into my bed instead. She smiled sweetly and told me that she belonged both body and soul to the boss, he was already jealous, she said, because at dinner I had made her cum and this she said that this was our punishment, our repayment for our sin, my trespass. Realizing that we may soon be parted we licked and sucked at each other’s hardened nipples and explored. Miyu’s asshole had been forced wide open and had still yet to retract, I was surprised at the bizarre sight and wondered if mine looked the same.I asked her what would happen next and she told me after Saki the men would soon return. We lay happily holding onto one another like old girlfriends waiting for the grand finale to come. It was exciting and fulfilling she said, the finale was her favorite part.

A gang of thirty men or more circled us where we lay, towering above us with their cocks erect. Miyu laid out flat and I did the same, we were about to get the shower of a life time, thirty men, two rows deep all wanting to cum onto us at once. A couple of minutes passed as the men hurriedly masturbated to the sight of our spent naked bodies, Miyu fingered herself spurring them on. Then slowly but surely fountains of hot cum spurted forth like a waterfall and covered us from every direction, men laughing happily as they aimed and shot. Miyu laughed out loud as one of the bodyguards stepped out and over me and came all over my face. Wave after wave drenched us from above and then just as soon as it had started the elaborate ceremony was finished. Your boss was satiated, pleased and content. Alone he watched as Miyu and I showered together afterwards, kissing, touching and fingering each other’s favorite places. I knew that I would miss her and that she would miss me.

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