While her husband Tim works on the oil rigs of Borneo, Sherry is left alone in Singapore. She fills in her time by studying yoga with a guru who has very definite ideas about what makes a woman. She will have to learn to be sexy all over again, and her friend Ranji soon has her playing magic flutes all over town.
But what will Tim do when he finds out what she has been doing? Will he send her away, or train her to be the wife he wants?
But what will Tim do when he finds out what she has been doing? Will he send her away, or train her to be the wife he wants?
We once invited a New Zealand barge engineer to dinner and he came up with the most marvellous story. He had been taking a week's break from the oil field in Singapore, and hitting the bars and night-spots with two friends, when they were picked up by three wholesome and attractive American girls. That's rare enough - Western women usually have little chance against the local competition - but these girls were an oilman's dream. Pretty, talkative, and as uninhibited as a hungry man could wish for. They all had an exciting night.
At breakfast, things changed. Certainly the girls wanted keep their men happy that day, but first everyone would have to go to church. All three men had enjoyed their taste of heaven so much that they agreed. But when they arrived at the 'church', they found themselves in an American evangelical cult. The girls had been sent out to fish for converts, using the power of the pussy to ensnare their marks. Our barge engineer fled at the door, and went back to paying for his pleasures.
At breakfast, things changed. Certainly the girls wanted keep their men happy that day, but first everyone would have to go to church. All three men had enjoyed their taste of heaven so much that they agreed. But when they arrived at the 'church', they found themselves in an American evangelical cult. The girls had been sent out to fish for converts, using the power of the pussy to ensnare their marks. Our barge engineer fled at the door, and went back to paying for his pleasures.
I have to admit the idea of a church prostituting its girls intrigued me. It was hard to believe, but our engineer seemed honest enough and there are a lot of crazy people out there. Especially on the fringes of religion.
But I could not write about that: crazy Christians turn me right off.
But I could not write about that: crazy Christians turn me right off.
Instead, I looked around and found Papi Bombar. He was much kinder, and he really, really appreciated women, even if he did send Sherry and Ranji off to make love for the good of the community.
Another thing that has intrigued me recently is the popular fascination with bondage and discipline. Of course, uptight Victorian men dreamt of enslaving girls and mixing sex with the lash, but what about the modern ladies who offer themselves to be tied up and gagged in the name of sex? Why was The Story of O (written by a woman) so popular with both sexes?
Another thing that has intrigued me recently is the popular fascination with bondage and discipline. Of course, uptight Victorian men dreamt of enslaving girls and mixing sex with the lash, but what about the modern ladies who offer themselves to be tied up and gagged in the name of sex? Why was The Story of O (written by a woman) so popular with both sexes?
Sherry would show us how a modern girl could be tied up and disciplined. It did not seem to do her any harm; she was still strong and independent. But if you ask her if she is happier now than in the bad old days, I'm quite sure she will say yes.
Setting the story in south-east Asia was great fun for me. Singapore, Borneo, Malaysia - what magic places they can be. The climate is wonderful, the people are so varied
Setting the story in south-east Asia was great fun for me. Singapore, Borneo, Malaysia - what magic places they can be. The climate is wonderful, the people are so varied
and intriguing, and above all the beauty of their wild places will steal your heart. And I have not even started on the food! You might not believe in strange places like the oil fields of the Mahakam Delta, or simple, laid-back
resort islands like Pulau Kelapa, but they are there, all the same. And if you look hard enough, you can meet the people too. Janice and her sisters are alive and well, and working in the oilfields of Kalimantan or on the trading schooners.
You can probably find Darti as well, the little brown witch with her zest for life and her mastery of sexual techniques we boring Westerners never learnt.
And nowadays, I'm afraid the ghost of The Man who ate Pork might haunt you too.
You can probably find Darti as well, the little brown witch with her zest for life and her mastery of sexual techniques we boring Westerners never learnt.
And nowadays, I'm afraid the ghost of The Man who ate Pork might haunt you too.
Shop houses near
Papi Bombar's ashram
in Serangoon Road,
Little India, Singapore
Papi Bombar's ashram
in Serangoon Road,
Little India, Singapore
The Makassar
schooner that brought
Janice to Singapore
schooner that brought
Janice to Singapore
Pulau Kelapa, where
Tim first met
Alistair and the twins
Tim first met
Alistair and the twins
Reader's Reviews
Whipped Cream Reviews
Tim and Sherry are a married couple from England who have lost that spark in their love lives. Sherry insists on single beds between the two. Tim spends his time away on oilrigs while Sherry stays behind. Then Sherry meets a Yoga Guru who has his own idea of what a woman should look like and how she should act. When Tim returns home and realizes that Sherry has been spending her time with other men, he kidnaps her and holds her as his prisoner on an island. There he will begin to teach her how his wife will be.
Jacqueline George has a great way of writing a novel which under different circumstances would be considered too busy. There are many characters and places included in this book. All of which she delivers with great ease. It’s like being lost in a movie, you can actually feel yourself in the jungle, on the beach, in England, in Asia, Jacqueline is great at detail. I recommend you have a vivid imagination and you don’t blush too easily to read this story. It’s one written to not only turn the characters on, but the readers as well. The love scenes have such detail and passion behind every word. I was impressed with this book and I’m sure you will be too. If you are a Jacqueline George fan you will really love this book, if not then it’s a perfect book to start with!
Reviewer: Long Plum
Love and Wild Times
Smart, Interesting ANND Sexy!
I was really impressed with Jacqueline George's new novel, Her Master's Voice. She brought together so many different aspects of life, and with such ease. It seemed so natural. I felt as though I was watching a movie taking place in areas I could only dream of visiting. It is still true that foreign adventures seem much sexier, and the whole atmosphere adds a perfect backdrop to the story.
Sherry and Tim, a couple from England, seem to have lost their fire. Their marriage is still intact, but they need others to help them spice up their love life: that's where we meet a plethora of characters that are unforgettable. Ranji is the beautiful and vivacious Indian friend of Sherry's, who just so happens to teach her a thing or two about oral sex, which is sure to drive her husband mad. Alistair is the Malay prince, who has a very healthy sex drive, and who ultimately adopts the couple and brings them much closer together. There are far too many convincing and interesting characters to mention!
Overall, I still believe that Jacqueline writes stories with such interesting plots, and such beautiful detail, that I find myself not even realizing that I am reading something classified as erotic. I recommend this book to anyone who seeks a little adventure in their lives.
Reviewer: Kyo
Reader's Review
This is an adult story that races around South East Asia in a sort of Charley’s Angels meets The Story of O festival. It has beautiful women, gun-runners, an Indonesian witch, a bouncy Indian sex-goddess, vicious Islamic terrorists, a rich Malaysian prince, and even a transvestite called Janice.
This great and twisted story intrigued me from the moment I picked up the book till the very end. It took me into parts of Asia I haven’t even heard of before. It is a very sexy and exciting tale following the transformation of a young English woman’s life from normally boring into wild fantasy. Both men and women will absolutely enjoy it! I found it captivating, sometimes surprising and very enjoyable. It gave me an insight into the themes of domination and submission.
It’s a sexy adventure that I recommend to anyone who wants to learn a thing or two and is not afraid of letting their imagination run riot along with the story.
Reviewer: Townsville
The First Important Story of B&D since The Story of O
From the bestselling author of The Prince and the Nun comes this revealing novel of the motivations and passions of those with a yen to dominate or submit. Sherry is a bored housewife in Singapore, while her husband Greg works in the oilfields of Borneo. What Sherry doesn't know is that her life is about to become more interesting - a lot more interesting. The change begins when Sherry falls under the spell of the voluptuous, charismatic Ranji, mistress of the art of Tantric (sexual) yoga. Soon Sherry is practicing Tantric yoga, and learning to play the pink flute, with the other members of Ranji's ashram.
When Greg returns to Singapore and discovers what Sherry has been up to, he kidnaps her and takes her to an isolated tropical island where, as his prisoner and slave, he means to teach her the meaning of being a wife. Discover how one woman learns to love obeying Her Master's Voice...
Renaissance eBooks Editorial Review
Reader's Review
Fantastic Writing!
This is one heck of a story. The details of the exotic locale are revealed by someone who knows what she's talking about. You feel yourself in the jungle, above the swamps, and gain a knowledge about a very different lifestyle. The characters, especially the women, are luscious and different… a God that revels in a Woman's bottom? I love it!
It's a whirlwind story, always interesting and I like the way the sex scenes are presented with class, each tender choice for sexual 'parts' some word you don't expect, make you think twice about (often even arouse you). Salacious yet sensuous, surprising too. Wow. Great writing.
Reviewer: Victoise
Whipped Cream Reviews
Tim and Sherry are a married couple from England who have lost that spark in their love lives. Sherry insists on single beds between the two. Tim spends his time away on oilrigs while Sherry stays behind. Then Sherry meets a Yoga Guru who has his own idea of what a woman should look like and how she should act. When Tim returns home and realizes that Sherry has been spending her time with other men, he kidnaps her and holds her as his prisoner on an island. There he will begin to teach her how his wife will be.
Jacqueline George has a great way of writing a novel which under different circumstances would be considered too busy. There are many characters and places included in this book. All of which she delivers with great ease. It’s like being lost in a movie, you can actually feel yourself in the jungle, on the beach, in England, in Asia, Jacqueline is great at detail. I recommend you have a vivid imagination and you don’t blush too easily to read this story. It’s one written to not only turn the characters on, but the readers as well. The love scenes have such detail and passion behind every word. I was impressed with this book and I’m sure you will be too. If you are a Jacqueline George fan you will really love this book, if not then it’s a perfect book to start with!
Reviewer: Long Plum
Love and Wild Times
Smart, Interesting ANND Sexy!
I was really impressed with Jacqueline George's new novel, Her Master's Voice. She brought together so many different aspects of life, and with such ease. It seemed so natural. I felt as though I was watching a movie taking place in areas I could only dream of visiting. It is still true that foreign adventures seem much sexier, and the whole atmosphere adds a perfect backdrop to the story.
Sherry and Tim, a couple from England, seem to have lost their fire. Their marriage is still intact, but they need others to help them spice up their love life: that's where we meet a plethora of characters that are unforgettable. Ranji is the beautiful and vivacious Indian friend of Sherry's, who just so happens to teach her a thing or two about oral sex, which is sure to drive her husband mad. Alistair is the Malay prince, who has a very healthy sex drive, and who ultimately adopts the couple and brings them much closer together. There are far too many convincing and interesting characters to mention!
Overall, I still believe that Jacqueline writes stories with such interesting plots, and such beautiful detail, that I find myself not even realizing that I am reading something classified as erotic. I recommend this book to anyone who seeks a little adventure in their lives.
Reviewer: Kyo
Reader's Review
This is an adult story that races around South East Asia in a sort of Charley’s Angels meets The Story of O festival. It has beautiful women, gun-runners, an Indonesian witch, a bouncy Indian sex-goddess, vicious Islamic terrorists, a rich Malaysian prince, and even a transvestite called Janice.
This great and twisted story intrigued me from the moment I picked up the book till the very end. It took me into parts of Asia I haven’t even heard of before. It is a very sexy and exciting tale following the transformation of a young English woman’s life from normally boring into wild fantasy. Both men and women will absolutely enjoy it! I found it captivating, sometimes surprising and very enjoyable. It gave me an insight into the themes of domination and submission.
It’s a sexy adventure that I recommend to anyone who wants to learn a thing or two and is not afraid of letting their imagination run riot along with the story.
Reviewer: Townsville
The First Important Story of B&D since The Story of O
From the bestselling author of The Prince and the Nun comes this revealing novel of the motivations and passions of those with a yen to dominate or submit. Sherry is a bored housewife in Singapore, while her husband Greg works in the oilfields of Borneo. What Sherry doesn't know is that her life is about to become more interesting - a lot more interesting. The change begins when Sherry falls under the spell of the voluptuous, charismatic Ranji, mistress of the art of Tantric (sexual) yoga. Soon Sherry is practicing Tantric yoga, and learning to play the pink flute, with the other members of Ranji's ashram.
When Greg returns to Singapore and discovers what Sherry has been up to, he kidnaps her and takes her to an isolated tropical island where, as his prisoner and slave, he means to teach her the meaning of being a wife. Discover how one woman learns to love obeying Her Master's Voice...
Renaissance eBooks Editorial Review
Reader's Review
Fantastic Writing!
This is one heck of a story. The details of the exotic locale are revealed by someone who knows what she's talking about. You feel yourself in the jungle, above the swamps, and gain a knowledge about a very different lifestyle. The characters, especially the women, are luscious and different… a God that revels in a Woman's bottom? I love it!
It's a whirlwind story, always interesting and I like the way the sex scenes are presented with class, each tender choice for sexual 'parts' some word you don't expect, make you think twice about (often even arouse you). Salacious yet sensuous, surprising too. Wow. Great writing.
Reviewer: Victoise
Sherry and Ranji pay a debt...
They stood in a long room. In front of them a strip of worn carpet ran under frosted windows, into the distance, diving into a corridor and away. On their right the large room was filled with rows of desks, all facing the windows. At each desk sat a Chinese girl, working on papers, like a university examination room. Rows of black heads and white blouses, all looking at them.
Ranji spoke to the nearest girl and she jumped up to lead them on. Sherry followed Ranji, aware of the whole room watching them. As they reached the corridor, she looked back. Expressionless Chinese faces stared at her. She hurried after Ranji. At the end of the corridor, the girl gestured for them to wait and went through the door marked ‘No Entry’, closing it behind her.
“Those girls,” whispered Sherry, “they looked at us like dirt.”
“Don’t worry about it. Most of them wish they could be like us. Which would you prefer, flute-playing or working in there?”
The door opened again and the girl waved them in. “Mr. Yhee will see you now.” Inside a secretary sat in a small office, an older lady with curled hair. Beyond her an open door. Ranji led the way.
The Irishman’s office looked huge. It filled the whole width of the building. On one side, a long conference table of solid rosewood sat on heavy carved pillars. On the other, Mr. Yhee had made himself an alcove from packed bookshelves. His desk was black and modern, decorated with telephones and a computer. A carved name block announced him as ‘Yhee Lu Pat’ in Roman characters, and presumably the additional Chinese characters said the same. This touch added to the impression that an office, no matter how grand, was not Mr. Yhee’s natural environment.
Yhee was a small man seated in a big black chair behind his desk. At first sight he looked Chinese, but as Sherry looked closer his long nose and wavy hair made her uncertain. Mixed blood, perhaps. He watched them closely as they crossed the carpet and came to stand in front of his desk. He gestured them down into the armchairs facing each other in front of him. Sherry found herself sitting uncomfortably low, with Yhee’s desk above elbow level. She had to look up to talk to him.
“So,” he said in a sing-song voice, “Miss Ranji and Miss Sherry. Very good. Very pretty. Now, speak to Bombar first.” He picked up a phone and dialed.
“Mr. Bombar. Yes. The girls have arrived. Yes. Maybe, not bad in a cheap sort of way. Yes. I shall insist on it. Now I give you Ranji.” He thrust the phone at Ranji and Sherry listened to another half conversation.
“Yes, Papi. No, she’s dressed very well. I shall, Papi. Don’t worry, Papi, we shall be good. Yes, Papi. See you soon,” and she handed the phone back to Yhee who hung up.
He looked at them and chuckled. “Very beautiful. Now we shall have a very interesting time, no?” Sherry liked his smile and relaxed immediately.
“First, what will you drink? Beer, whisky? No, no tea. I shall give you my very best cognac.” He opened a compartment in the bookshelves behind the desk and Ranji grimaced behind his back. They listened to the sound of ice and glasses. There was a click and soft Chinese music filled the room. He brought them two tumblers of ice and cognac, and went back to sit behind his desk. He raised his glass to them, and they sipped together. The cognac tasted strong and rich, almost making Sherry cough. “Now, ladies, what are you going to do for me?”
Ranji smiled at him and said, “We are here to do anything you want, Mr. Yhee.”
“Very good. Very, very good. In that case, I would like you to dance for me. Together. Just stand up and dance.”
Sherry found herself holding Ranji and trying to find a rhythm in the Chinese music. “Mmmmmh, sexy Sherry,” whispered Ranji and reached around her with both arms to pull her closer. Over her shoulder, Sherry could see Yhee watching them closely. Ranji felt live and exciting in her arms, and her exotic perfume filled Sherry’s senses. They continued swaying and Yhee came out from behind his desk, to lean against it and sip his cognac. Sherry felt Ranji’s hand slip upwards, drawing her dress up, exposing her bottom. Then Ranji turned her as they swayed, turning her back towards Yhee. A shiver ran through her and she fought to remain calm as they slowly rotated.
She heard Yhee clapping as Ranji exposed her. He came nearer, still clapping. “Bravo, bravo. Let’s take her dress off, Ranji.” Sherry held her arms up as the two of them bunched her dress up and lifted it over her head. Yhee took it and threw it onto his desk. “Dance some more!” he ordered.
Resigned but excited, Sherry danced slowly. Ranji held her away now and turned to allow Yhee to look between them. She felt his eyes on her nudity. Ranji lifted one hand above her head and spun her round, showing off everything she had to Yhee. She blushed and her ears burnt.
Perhaps Yhee sensed her embarrassment, or perhaps he had seen enough dancing. “Come over to the conference table,” he commanded. He took Sherry’s hand and led her over to the other side of the room. He pulled back one chair as a step and said, “Sit on the table.”
Sherry climbed up and sat down with her legs hanging down. “Move into the middle of the table,” he said, “and open your legs. So we can see you.”
Sherry shunted backwards and brought her feet up. She felt uncomfortable sitting on the flat surface wearing high heels. She let her legs fall open as he wanted. Yhee and Ranji stared at her centre.
Yhee pushed Ranji to a chair and sat down beside her. They looked at Sherry like an exceptionally succulent pig served at a banquet.
“Now, play with it,” said Yhee. “I want to see you make yourself come.”
Sherry was horrified and looked at Ranji in alarm, but got no help from her. “Yes, Sherry, show us how you do it.”
“I—,” she started, but no more came. She tried to reach between her legs but her hand refused to move.
“Do it!” said Yhee sharply.
Ranji frowned at her and nodded. She forced herself to reach lower. She pressed her fingertips flat over her clit and started a circular motion. She rubbed automatically, hardly feeling what she was doing. Ranji and Yhee had leaned forward to watch her closely. Ranji had reached into Yhee’s lap, but Sherry could not see her hand below the table.
Incredibly, Sherry found she was wet. Her rubbing had done nothing for her, but she was wet. The discovery cheered her a little. At least Yhee would see she was trying to do her best. She rubbed unhappily, and searched in vain for the golden thread that would lead to her orgasm.
Yhee had become agitated. He moved restlessly in his seat, looking at her pussy and at Ranji beside him. He jumped to his feet and started to pull Ranji’s sari from her shoulder.
“Wait!” she called and fumbled with the safety pin at her shoulder. “Now, you can unwrap me.” Yhee pulled on the sari and Ranji turned to allow him to destroy the pleats and toss it onto the table. She unhooked her choli before he could reach it and let it fall loose. Yhee dived for her breasts and gripped them roughly. Ranji put her hands behind her and let the choli drop to the floor. Yhee forced her roughly back against the table and bent his head to take her nipple into his mouth.
Sherry watched in growing horror as Ranji’s head fell back and her black hair brushed the table. Her face looked distorted and she was biting her lip. Yhee lifted his head to look at Sherry. “Keep rubbing!” he ordered, and took Ranji’s other breast into his mouth. She restarted her pretence of self-pleasure and watched as Yhee thrust his hand under Ranji’s crotch and manhandled her sex. Ranji moaned at his onslaught. Yhee had turned into a violent, forceful animal.
Yhee suddenly stood up and spun Ranji around to face the table. He pushed her towards Sherry. “Suck her!” Yhee was out of control. Moving blindly, Ranji searched between Sherry’s legs and she leaned back on her hands to help. She did not want to disobey Yhee. It would be too dangerous.
Ranji’s hands went under Sherry’s thighs to grip her and she pulled herself into Sherry, nuzzling her pussy. Sherry looked over her friend’s back at Yhee. He was fumbling with his fly and Sherry caught a flash of white as he released himself.
Sherry had the detached feeling that she was watching herself star as an actress in a movie, a horror movie. Yhee hurried to pull on Ranji’s hips and sink his prong into her. He drove it home with a bump that pushed Ranji against her, and then settled to a slow thrusting that left him time to watch.
Sherry followed his eyes down to Ranji’s head working between her legs. She had never seen Ranji like this. She was wholly focused on licking Sherry’s pussy, apparently ignoring Yhee and his slow thrusting. Ranji’s tongue probed and searched around her clit, changing to long licks up and down her whole sex and then back again to frantically burrowing round and under her clit. The attack was too intense for Sherry and she knew that she would not come.
Yhee had a withdrawn expression on his face and his eyes looked heavy. With each thrust, he pushed Ranji against her pussy. The only sound was Ranji’s panting and licking.
Yhee opened his eyes and looked at her. “You come now,” he commanded.
They stood in a long room. In front of them a strip of worn carpet ran under frosted windows, into the distance, diving into a corridor and away. On their right the large room was filled with rows of desks, all facing the windows. At each desk sat a Chinese girl, working on papers, like a university examination room. Rows of black heads and white blouses, all looking at them.
Ranji spoke to the nearest girl and she jumped up to lead them on. Sherry followed Ranji, aware of the whole room watching them. As they reached the corridor, she looked back. Expressionless Chinese faces stared at her. She hurried after Ranji. At the end of the corridor, the girl gestured for them to wait and went through the door marked ‘No Entry’, closing it behind her.
“Those girls,” whispered Sherry, “they looked at us like dirt.”
“Don’t worry about it. Most of them wish they could be like us. Which would you prefer, flute-playing or working in there?”
The door opened again and the girl waved them in. “Mr. Yhee will see you now.” Inside a secretary sat in a small office, an older lady with curled hair. Beyond her an open door. Ranji led the way.
The Irishman’s office looked huge. It filled the whole width of the building. On one side, a long conference table of solid rosewood sat on heavy carved pillars. On the other, Mr. Yhee had made himself an alcove from packed bookshelves. His desk was black and modern, decorated with telephones and a computer. A carved name block announced him as ‘Yhee Lu Pat’ in Roman characters, and presumably the additional Chinese characters said the same. This touch added to the impression that an office, no matter how grand, was not Mr. Yhee’s natural environment.
Yhee was a small man seated in a big black chair behind his desk. At first sight he looked Chinese, but as Sherry looked closer his long nose and wavy hair made her uncertain. Mixed blood, perhaps. He watched them closely as they crossed the carpet and came to stand in front of his desk. He gestured them down into the armchairs facing each other in front of him. Sherry found herself sitting uncomfortably low, with Yhee’s desk above elbow level. She had to look up to talk to him.
“So,” he said in a sing-song voice, “Miss Ranji and Miss Sherry. Very good. Very pretty. Now, speak to Bombar first.” He picked up a phone and dialed.
“Mr. Bombar. Yes. The girls have arrived. Yes. Maybe, not bad in a cheap sort of way. Yes. I shall insist on it. Now I give you Ranji.” He thrust the phone at Ranji and Sherry listened to another half conversation.
“Yes, Papi. No, she’s dressed very well. I shall, Papi. Don’t worry, Papi, we shall be good. Yes, Papi. See you soon,” and she handed the phone back to Yhee who hung up.
He looked at them and chuckled. “Very beautiful. Now we shall have a very interesting time, no?” Sherry liked his smile and relaxed immediately.
“First, what will you drink? Beer, whisky? No, no tea. I shall give you my very best cognac.” He opened a compartment in the bookshelves behind the desk and Ranji grimaced behind his back. They listened to the sound of ice and glasses. There was a click and soft Chinese music filled the room. He brought them two tumblers of ice and cognac, and went back to sit behind his desk. He raised his glass to them, and they sipped together. The cognac tasted strong and rich, almost making Sherry cough. “Now, ladies, what are you going to do for me?”
Ranji smiled at him and said, “We are here to do anything you want, Mr. Yhee.”
“Very good. Very, very good. In that case, I would like you to dance for me. Together. Just stand up and dance.”
Sherry found herself holding Ranji and trying to find a rhythm in the Chinese music. “Mmmmmh, sexy Sherry,” whispered Ranji and reached around her with both arms to pull her closer. Over her shoulder, Sherry could see Yhee watching them closely. Ranji felt live and exciting in her arms, and her exotic perfume filled Sherry’s senses. They continued swaying and Yhee came out from behind his desk, to lean against it and sip his cognac. Sherry felt Ranji’s hand slip upwards, drawing her dress up, exposing her bottom. Then Ranji turned her as they swayed, turning her back towards Yhee. A shiver ran through her and she fought to remain calm as they slowly rotated.
She heard Yhee clapping as Ranji exposed her. He came nearer, still clapping. “Bravo, bravo. Let’s take her dress off, Ranji.” Sherry held her arms up as the two of them bunched her dress up and lifted it over her head. Yhee took it and threw it onto his desk. “Dance some more!” he ordered.
Resigned but excited, Sherry danced slowly. Ranji held her away now and turned to allow Yhee to look between them. She felt his eyes on her nudity. Ranji lifted one hand above her head and spun her round, showing off everything she had to Yhee. She blushed and her ears burnt.
Perhaps Yhee sensed her embarrassment, or perhaps he had seen enough dancing. “Come over to the conference table,” he commanded. He took Sherry’s hand and led her over to the other side of the room. He pulled back one chair as a step and said, “Sit on the table.”
Sherry climbed up and sat down with her legs hanging down. “Move into the middle of the table,” he said, “and open your legs. So we can see you.”
Sherry shunted backwards and brought her feet up. She felt uncomfortable sitting on the flat surface wearing high heels. She let her legs fall open as he wanted. Yhee and Ranji stared at her centre.
Yhee pushed Ranji to a chair and sat down beside her. They looked at Sherry like an exceptionally succulent pig served at a banquet.
“Now, play with it,” said Yhee. “I want to see you make yourself come.”
Sherry was horrified and looked at Ranji in alarm, but got no help from her. “Yes, Sherry, show us how you do it.”
“I—,” she started, but no more came. She tried to reach between her legs but her hand refused to move.
“Do it!” said Yhee sharply.
Ranji frowned at her and nodded. She forced herself to reach lower. She pressed her fingertips flat over her clit and started a circular motion. She rubbed automatically, hardly feeling what she was doing. Ranji and Yhee had leaned forward to watch her closely. Ranji had reached into Yhee’s lap, but Sherry could not see her hand below the table.
Incredibly, Sherry found she was wet. Her rubbing had done nothing for her, but she was wet. The discovery cheered her a little. At least Yhee would see she was trying to do her best. She rubbed unhappily, and searched in vain for the golden thread that would lead to her orgasm.
Yhee had become agitated. He moved restlessly in his seat, looking at her pussy and at Ranji beside him. He jumped to his feet and started to pull Ranji’s sari from her shoulder.
“Wait!” she called and fumbled with the safety pin at her shoulder. “Now, you can unwrap me.” Yhee pulled on the sari and Ranji turned to allow him to destroy the pleats and toss it onto the table. She unhooked her choli before he could reach it and let it fall loose. Yhee dived for her breasts and gripped them roughly. Ranji put her hands behind her and let the choli drop to the floor. Yhee forced her roughly back against the table and bent his head to take her nipple into his mouth.
Sherry watched in growing horror as Ranji’s head fell back and her black hair brushed the table. Her face looked distorted and she was biting her lip. Yhee lifted his head to look at Sherry. “Keep rubbing!” he ordered, and took Ranji’s other breast into his mouth. She restarted her pretence of self-pleasure and watched as Yhee thrust his hand under Ranji’s crotch and manhandled her sex. Ranji moaned at his onslaught. Yhee had turned into a violent, forceful animal.
Yhee suddenly stood up and spun Ranji around to face the table. He pushed her towards Sherry. “Suck her!” Yhee was out of control. Moving blindly, Ranji searched between Sherry’s legs and she leaned back on her hands to help. She did not want to disobey Yhee. It would be too dangerous.
Ranji’s hands went under Sherry’s thighs to grip her and she pulled herself into Sherry, nuzzling her pussy. Sherry looked over her friend’s back at Yhee. He was fumbling with his fly and Sherry caught a flash of white as he released himself.
Sherry had the detached feeling that she was watching herself star as an actress in a movie, a horror movie. Yhee hurried to pull on Ranji’s hips and sink his prong into her. He drove it home with a bump that pushed Ranji against her, and then settled to a slow thrusting that left him time to watch.
Sherry followed his eyes down to Ranji’s head working between her legs. She had never seen Ranji like this. She was wholly focused on licking Sherry’s pussy, apparently ignoring Yhee and his slow thrusting. Ranji’s tongue probed and searched around her clit, changing to long licks up and down her whole sex and then back again to frantically burrowing round and under her clit. The attack was too intense for Sherry and she knew that she would not come.
Yhee had a withdrawn expression on his face and his eyes looked heavy. With each thrust, he pushed Ranji against her pussy. The only sound was Ranji’s panting and licking.
Yhee opened his eyes and looked at her. “You come now,” he commanded.
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