Tease by Immodesty Blaize Read Free Book Online

still flashed through the blacked-out windows as the Towncar pulled seamlessly into traffic with them both safe inside.
    Silence fell between them. Tiger was still catching her breath. As she looked out of the window at the trailing lights of Piccadilly Circus, images of camera lenses swam on her retinas, merging with the mutating faces of Lance de Brett, Lewis Bond and Liberace, the effect making her feel a little dizzy.
    ‘Let’s get you home, little one,’ said Rex quietly. Without warning, Tiger felt the familiar tug of lust towards him. Before she could give herself time to talk herself out of it as she had done countless times before, she lunged andgrabbed firmly at his thick neck. She sank her tongue deep into his mouth, kissing him so hard he could taste the gin of her last drink.
    ‘What the fuck—’ Rex pulled away, but didn’t have a chance to finish as Tiger straddled him, attacking him like a caged animal, ripping her cape off and sinking her mouth down on his for the second time. This time he reciprocated, kissing her hard, urgently thrusting his crotch up towards her. She clearly wasn’t wearing underwear, and Rex could already feel her wetness through his trousers. He pushed her up against the privacy screen of the limo and pressed his weight against her, her thighs still gripping him. Feeling her nails clawing at his back and neck, Rex reached for his flies. Her instincts taking over, Tiger made a grab and pulled out his hot thick cock. Thank fuck he’s got a good one, she thought to herself with relief.
    Pushing him back into the seat, she lowered herself onto him without hesitation, and with a yelp of pleasure shoved his face into her magnificent breasts. She held on to the headrest behind him so she could pull herself hard against him and get him as deep inside as possible.
    ‘Jesus!’ grunted Rex, cupping her arse cheeks and parting them gently in his hands in time to her rhythm. ‘Oh god, I never thought …’ Rex’s words trailed off as, feeling her sopping cunt start to pulse and tighten around him, he pulled Tiger firmly by the hair so he could watch her beautiful, exquisite face as she came all over him.

Chapter 3
    ‘Oh yeah, faster!’
    ‘God—’
    ‘No talking, just do it!’
    ‘Uhh.’
    ‘Oh yeah, don’t stop!’
    ‘Aagh!’
    ‘Yeah!’
    ‘Ah ah ah ah!’
    ‘Go on!’
    ‘Uhhhhhh.’
    ‘That was, like, twenty seconds faster than last time!’
    Blue climbed off the treadmill, heaving gulps of air and tossing a filthy look over at his personal trainer Emily. He must have sweated all the alcohol out by now, he thought grumpily.
    ‘Fantastic, we’ll have you doing the marathon this time next year at this rate.’
    ‘I’m not sure exactly what marathon you’re thinking of, Em, but I reckon I already broke the Martini endurance record with flying colours.’
    ‘Good party last night then?’ asked Emily cheerily. ‘I saw Tiger all over the papers this morning, they’reall raving about the show. Everyone was there!’
    ‘Oh the show was fabulous! Camp as tits. The party would have been fab too if only I could remember it,’ Blue puffed, fanning his sweaty cheeks. ‘I found someone’s number in my pocket this morning, you know.’
    ‘Good catch?’ asked Emily.
    ‘Hardly, I rang it first thing this morning expecting one of the young studs from the theatre and you know who I got through to?’
    Emily looked blank.
    ‘Alco-fuckin-holics Anonymous!’ squealed Blue, most of the gym turning to stare. ‘Honestly, can you bloody believe it? Must have been that barman I was chatting up. Cunt.’
    A loud gasp escaped from the little old lady power-walking on the next treadmill.
    ‘Sorry, madam, I cunt believe that just slipped out,’ apologised Blue over his shoulder, before leaning in to Emily. ‘Well, with friends like that who needs enemas, eh? I must be losing my touch in a big way. Emily, do you think I’m … am I turning into an old queen?’
    Emily looked