Women with money "Papillon"
"Papillon", (the butterfly).
As i sat in the sun thinking back on my experience with maggie i couldn't help but puzzle over the word papillon, i knew what it meant but what did it mean for me?.
It was a beautiful afternoon; the smell of freshly cut grass and a distant barbeque hung in the air, as i sat in my garden rubbing tanning oil into my chest i heard my neighbours screen door swing open, it made that nails on blackboard sound that make me shiver EVERY time. It was emily my neighbours 19 year old daughter, she laughed as she saw me shiver and said "so that still bothers ya", she'd done it since we were kids, she hopped the fence and ran at me like a woman possessed screaming like a little girl. She leaped at me wrapping her arms and legs around me giving me the biggest hug i'd had since i got back, she'd just arrived back from uni and this was the first time i had seen her since i got back. Emily has the best smile and is very pretty, at least i think so, but emily being a typical girl always thinks there's something wrong with her, "its my legs/my ankles/my bum/my love handles" she'd complain, i always told her she was beautiful but she never believed me.
Emily has been my closest friend since i was eight and damn it was good to see her, we occasionally spoke on the phone when we had the time but we had kind of drifted what with the army and her boyfriends.
After an hour or so of laughing and telling our stories, i asked her to put some oil on my back as i was starting to burn, " ahhhh diddums, lie down on the grass ya big wuss" she quipped. As i sat there she rubbed oil into my back massaging my shoulders at the same time, then out of nowhere she says "would you like to fuck me?", i couldn't speak for a moment, are you serious?; "what do you think numbnuts" she said sarcastically, i turned my head to see emily with that cheeky grin i knew only to well, she was on a wind up. I tried to grab her arm but she was to quick; jumping up and running with me close behind, it was like being kids again, her screaming as i chase her round the garden; emily ran into the lounge and jumped on the sofa, we wrestled for a bit then collapsed in each others arms laughing and breathing heavily.
After a minute or so i asked emily if i could speak to her seriously for a moment, "of course you can, what's up" i hesitated for a moment but ultimately i knew i could tell emily anything and she'd tell noone, "speak to me", she urged. I proceeded to tell emily the whole sordid story of maggie and what had taken place, showed her the letter and asked her opinion, "so this woman paid YOU to suck you off!, you lucky little bastard" she said, "but what do think she wants?" i asked, "you'll never know unless you call the number, go on what's the worst that" i stopped her, "don't say that, your just asking for trouble, and it's me who'll be in it".
After putting a split seconds thought into it i decided to try the number, i tapped the number from the business header into my mobile and hesitated, "go on" emily urged, i pressed call and loudspeaker so we could both listen. It just rang and rang until it rang off, "try again" emily said excitedly, just as i went to press redial my phone rang making me jump, private number calling read the display, "answer it answer it" emily squealed, i put the loudspeaker on as i accepted the call, "Hello" i asked tentatively, "whats her name?" asked the voice, a deep husky female voice, the base from which sent a tingle down my spine. It was obviously not a young voice and not one i recognised, quite intimidating infact. "whats the name" the voice repeated, "papillon" i spoke, not knowing if it was this or maggies name she wanted, "not our name, the name of the woman who gave you our number" she said with a hint of laughter(the base sending another tingle down my spine), "sorry, her name was maggie", a few seconds past as i heard her tapping on a keyboard, "have you a pen and paper?"she asked, "yes" i replied, "write this down and don't lose it, 5558639, good luck" and with that she hung up. I put the number in my phone and saved it under papillon.
I rang the number there and then, as it rang i suddenly became reticent. As i heard the click of the call being answered my heart skipped a beat, who would answer?. It was maggie, "Good afternoon, papillon!", "erm hi maggie its me" i said eloquently, "me who" she eloquently retorted. "It's ****, we "spoke" outside the employment office on friday", "oh **** i'm glad you called, what are you doing tomorrow tonight at 7:00?", "nothing i can't cancel". Maggie gave me an address in central London, told me to wear a suit and to be early. When i hung up emily jumped on me squealing "someones gonna get lucky" over and over, all i could think was considering what she did to me before, could i keep up with her.
It's tuesday evening and i've just got off the train in Londons business district, and if i do say so myself i'm lookin sharp. I'm wearing my pinstriped interview suit with freshly polished prada shoes and a very light dusting of aftershave. As i found the address i looked up i got dizzy, i was surrounded by skyscrapers, mine being by far the tallest. I strode confidently up to reception and asked for Margaret Davenport, "and your name sir?" the receptionist reached under the desk and handed me a keycard, "go to the left elevator, place the card in the slot and press seventy, leave the card in until the elevator doors open again" and with that pointed me to the elevators. The doors closed behind me and i nervously did as instructed, in what seemed like seconds the doors were open, in front of me was a massive empty office space, it took up the whole floor, at the back of the room sat a smartly dressed woman; as i arrived at her desk she looked down at a photo, i was shocked to see it was of me outside the employment office two months ago, how long had they been watching me?.
The woman looked up and said "maggie's upstairs, go up and sit down", as i climbed the stair she picked up phone pressed a button and replaced the handset. As i reached the top of the stairs I looked at my watch, 6:45, i looked up to see i was in a pure white windowless doorless room with a long black backless leather couch dead centre. I walked nervously round and round it for what seemed like forever, i checked my watch again, 7:10, then suddenly a part of the wall opened and out walked maggie wearing a high collared ankle length velvet coat revealing nothing but her black high heels, her long black hair flow over the back of the collar, soft pink lipstick coating her glistening lips, not even a hint of a smile. "Welcome to papillon", as she sat down beside me her coat opened up to the lowest button revealing a glimpse of her inner thigh leading down to her slim calves, how could she possibly look this good at 47. She placed her hand on my jaw guiding my eyes to hers, "we need to talk", "about what" i replied, "i'm going to tell you why your here but you need to shut up till i'm done ok?", "ok". She walked around the couch in circles as she explained it to me, "papillon is a service, a service provided by women for women, hopefully with your help. There are thousands of women out there with high salaried jobs, they don't have time for relationships and men that don't deliver, they're demanding women and we caves for their every need, for a price course. Now i need you to decide if this sounds like something you might be interested in, the money is better than you could imagine and i think you might just enjoy it, but don't take this decision lightly because i'm going to be putting in a lot of time teaching you all you need to know, this is a long term deal. You've got five minutes to think it over", and with that she disappeared again.
What is there decide, i've got no job; no chance of getting a decent one and my benefits were a pittance. After my five minutes were up the door opened again and her voice came out of the darkness "in or out", i stood up and walked into the darkness, the door slid shut behind me. It was pitch black, out of the darkness came a pair of hands and slid my jacket down my shoulders and moved to unbutton my shirt, i felt another body press against me from behind, the hands started to unbuckle my belt, pop the button on my pants and slide into my underwear gripping my rapidly hardening cock, a voice whispered in my ear "i want you to paint me" it was maggie, anytime i replied. The unknown hands continued to caress my arms and chest, she musky; like sweat and sex blended. Suddenly a door opened in front of me and i was pushed through buck naked, the room was empty save for a piece of soft furnishing that only had one obvious purpose. The walls were painted with thin black and white vertical stripes and the light was very bright. As maggie entered and walked past completely naked she said quietly "do as your told", she sat on the chair and placed her legs in the stirrup type devices only padded and more comfortable, as she did so a petite little woman came in carrying a small holdall, late twenty's early thirty's blonde naked and oh so sexy, she pointed to the pads between maggies legs and said authoratively "on your knees", as i approached maggie splayed her legs wide and to my surprise revealed butterfly wings painted on each thigh using her pussy as its body, it looked stunning in cobalt, pink and baby blue, Gemma(her name i found out later) whispered in my ear, "everything you can see is edible and from this point on you do as your told, understand?", "understood". As i knelt down i stroked the outside of maggies thighs, gently brushing my lips against her warm inner thighs, switching back and forth. Maggies breathing lengthed noticably, "everything you need to know is in her breath, listen carefully to how it changes, the smallest change at the right time will tell you how to proceed" gemma whispered, maggies pussy was perfectly presented, everything tucked away and wrapped up like christmas. As instructed i gently kissed her lower abdomen and inner thighs gently lapping with my tongue, i've been blessed with an unusually long tongue, it protrudes over two inches and has always been well received. I tentatively began to slip my tongue up and down the cracks of her inner thighs, her pussy twitching with every up stroke. My moist tongue finding its way over the puffy mound resulting in a change in her breathing, quick and shallower the closer i came to her clit, i flicked it once resulting in her jolting down the chair with her legs higher up, giving me access to the whole package. As i lapped her perineum and anus she let out the most primal moans, ahhhh ya ya ya oooh oh fuck yeahhhhhh, anal play was maggies thing i gathered. I slowly slid my soft tongue between her vaginal lips about an inch coaxing them out into the open, gripping them with my lips and sucking on them as her juices seeped into my mouth. I moved it up massaging her clit, forcing bellowing whines from deep within her, i replaced my tongue with the fleshy flat of my thumb, gently building a very slow increasing rhythmic pace, my tongue dove into her the full two inches, back and forth, forging a path deep inside, i spent a good five minutes with maggie force fucking me, she was a banshee and i fucking loved it.
I curled my tongue upward until it made contact with the spongy surface to fantastic response, applying minimal pressure i began circling it causing maggie to gyrate her hips forcing herself upon even harder, grunting with every downward thrust, juice dripping from my chin. Gemma placed some anal beads in my left hand and i proceeded to pop one in with each thrust she gave me until twelve were in, with every gyration i would pop one out and she'd suck it back in, my movements in sync with her moans maggie was nearly there, her face and chest deep red, her back arching; my tongue and thumb reaching a frenzied pace. Maggie fell silent trying to choke out sound, until with the force of krakatoa itself, maggie's roar came from the depths of hell ahhhhhhhhhhhh ahh ahh ahh, tugging out the beads one after another, each with it's own accompanying wave of cum made maggie's arsehole pucker up tight forcing me to whip the rest in one go. As i pulled away from her she was crying with pleasure, turning onto her side curled up and shaking. Her rear was a hot sweaty mess of colour and cum. I could only imagine what my face looked like.
"Well done" gemma said as she took me by the hand and led me into a room bare but for a shower with no sides and a towel on a rail, "i'll be back in ten minutes" she said as she closed the door.
Warm water washing over me i grabbed my rock hard cock, thinking of maggie i began stroking away when i felt a pair of hands on my shoulders turning me round, before me was an beautiful asian girl, minute next to my 6'2" frame, as i went to speak she reached up and placed a finger on my lips and spoke "we always take care of our own", she took my hands and placed them on either side of her head.
Part Three "mènage á trois"